Idk what this is. Gang 141, gangleader!Valeria x reader
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“I found a potential weak spot.” Gaz said as he sat down, instantly getting Price’s attention since he already knew who Gaz was referring to - they had been looking for weak spots for weeks, if not months at this point.
Price took a drag of his cigar, already pleased with the knowledge even if it might turn out to be useless. Valeria Garza, the leader of a rival gang, became a thorn in their sides a little while ago and now she had been it for too long. Even the smallest possible of a weak spot was a step forward to getting rid of her and then, hopefully, her gang. Los Vaqueros as they called themselves had begun to own much more than price liked - not to mention, more land after they took over Shepherd's area. The old asshole definitely deserved it, but Price has planned to kill him himself .
“Wot is it then?” Simon asked, much less patient about it, as he lit up a cigarette. His knuckles were bruised and for a moment Price wondered what poor bloke had earned the man’s wrath.
“It’s a who,” Gaz corrected him as he dropped his backpack next to him and he sat down next to Soap who was playing with his pocket knife - one that was instantly forgotten as Gaz spoke, all of his attention on Gaz as he continued, “a little lady, in fact. A lover, if my intel is true.”
Price blinked, caught off guard for a moment.
“A lover?” He repeated, “are you sure?”
Gaz nodded. Ghost let out a grunt of disbelief but he offered his mate his cigarette nonetheless and took a drag of it, before handing it back.
“Never seen ‘er with a lassie,” Soap pointed out, “I ken she isnae into men, but a proper lover?”
“She keeps it quite lowkey - very secretive ‘bout her bird, but that makes sense, doesn’t it?” He asked, before reaching into his backpack, pulling out a file. He opened it, laying it on the desk and spreading out the contents so it was easier to see.
The same woman appeared across the pictures, all kinds of different places, clearly taken without her consent and without her noticing. She looked like any other woman, behind the counter of a cafe, smiling even though she looked tired. Then there were more grainy pictures, clearly taken at night, of her walking into a strip club. Another even worse picture of her dancing, though Price wasn’t confident it was actually her. The most noticeable thing about her was the fact that she wore wigs. Nice wigs, but when the pictures were next to each other like this, it was clearly the same lady.
“We sure that’s ’er?” Simon asked before Price could, his gloved hand tapping one of her dancing.
“Yup, my source is sure - he saw her up close, noticed the beauty marks and nail polish."
Price looked at the nails; it was indeed the same one across all pictures. Now, Price didn’t know much about nail polish or anything like that, but they looked very pretty - clearly professionally done. Some of the clothes you wore in some of the pictures also looked expensive. Not something a regular lass working two jobs would probably spend her cash on.
“And what makes you think this is Valeria’s lover?” Price leant back in his chair, taking another drag of his cigar. So far it seemed like the woman just worked in a coffee shop and danced at one of Valeria’s clubs - it didn’t really prove anything. The only thing it proved was that she needed two jobs to pay the bills. Which wasn’t that unusual nowadays.
Gaz moved some of the photos, splaying them all over Price’s nice desk before finding the ones he was looking for. Soap let out an impressed whistle at them, while Simon let out a dark “heh” at the photos.
A grainy picture of the mysterious woman who sat in the lap of Valeria in the VIP area of the club.
One of the pictures was the two women standing close behind the club. Then the woman as she stepped into the car, Valeria following her in the next picture.
Then the last one and undeniably the most important one. It was the silhouette of them kissing in a car, backlit by a car’s lights in front of them.
“My my,” Price said, watching the photos that did indeed confirm the intel Gaz had gotten, “what an interesting little lass.”
Then Gaz said her full name.
“She prefers Cherry, as far as I’ve been told.”
“Cherry?” Soap repeated, brows furrowing as he looked at one of the pictures of you in the coffee shop - in one of the close ups, the name tag did indeed say Cherry, “got nuthin’ to do with her actual name, does et?”
“Nope,” Gaz confirmed with a shrug, “my theory is that it’s a way to keep her actual name a bit safe, but what do I know?”
Price hummed, looking down at the pictures again. She was a pretty one. He understood why Valeria was into her, a pretty face and nice body like that wasn’t something that Price would mind himself. A sweet little secret at home, for him to knock up and constantly keep fat and happy. He took another drag of the cigar. Maybe he needed to find someone. Right now he had other things to worry about. He took another drag of the cigar. Besides, he got his boys. He would never find a lass without their permission and consent.
Said boys were chatting while Price had zoned out.
“- and the coffee shop she works at?” Gaz said, clearly pleased with all the information he has gathered, his smile all smug, “it’s placed in our territory.”
That did make Price wake up a little more. On their territory?
“Bloody hell,” Soap muttered, “that’s a bit brave, innit?”
Simon shrugged. Price touched his beard for a moment as he thought about it.
“It’s not the first place we would look,” Price pointed out, “does her men pick up this Cherry?”
Gaz shook his head.
“I’ve had Roach watch her for a while and when she finishes her shift at the shop she always walks home or takes the bus. She got an apartment in their territory,” Gaz explained, “she only leaves it to go work. As far as we know she has no form of security or any of Valeria’s men that follows her.”
Wasn’t that just interesting? Price took another drag of the cigar, mulling over the situation. It was a smart way of staying lowkey. Valeria would only see her at home and at the club and she seemed to keep her head down, though, from the different pictures, it was clear that you made an effort to look different wherever you were. Hiding your tattoos in the coffee shop, wearing a wig - a very nice one - which you changed when you went outside in the Los Vaqueros’ areas. A third wig when you danced, all your tattoos on proud display.
They might as well figure something about this little thing that had gotten herself involved in some dirt.
“Well boys,” he said as he stood up from the chair, leaving the almost finished cigar in the ash tray, “let’s go figure out something more about this Cherry, eh? We might even have to borrow her for a couple of hours at one point.”
While this all happened, you stood in the coffee shop, making a latte on almond milk for a customer, unaware that your life was about to get much more complicated than it already was.
Summary: You meet a stranger, and he won’t let you go...
Created for @puretombingo / Square Filled: Free Space – Loki Laufeyson
Created for @anyfandomgoesbingo / Square Filled: “I don’t dance! I’m from that town in Footloose.”
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“I want the red one, daddy,” you watch a woman stomp her heeled foot to the ground. She tugs at her boyfriend’s jacket whining as he simply rolls his eyes.
The man seems to be used to her behavior and you chuckle as he gets his phone out to scroll through his messages while pretending to listen to what the girl has to say.
“I will look so much better in red silk at your brother’s party. He’ll be jealous of you once again,” she coos to convince the man to buy her yet another dress she’ll only wear once. “Don’t you think?”
“Hmm…yeah,” the man turns away from the girl to walk around the boutique, aimlessly roaming the store to get a moment of silence.
You turn away from the man to not look like a creep. “Miss, can I have this in black?” you finally turn your attention back toward the pants you wanted to buy for your next business meeting.
“Just a minute,” the salesperson gives you a soft smile. She was watching the girl and her boyfriend too and looks a little flustered as you give her a wink. “I’ll look in the back.”
You walk around the store while waiting for the girl to return with your pants.
Unbeknownst to you, someone watches you look at clothes you would never buy with amusement.
“No way I would wear this,” you look at a dress that will barely cover your ass, huffing as it costs more than your whole outfit and some.
“It would look fabulous on you, my dear,” someone purrs in your ear, hot breath fanning over your neck. The man steps closer to stand next to you. “Blue is your color.”
“Nah, I don’t think so,” he dips his head to look at you. “And I don’t listen to strangers, Sir.”
“Loki,” he holds out his hand, waiting for you to return the gesture. “Laufeyson. But you can call me Loki..”
“Oh, I thought you prefer daddy,” something flashes in his eyes as you grin up at him. It’s not that he’s not a very handsome man, but he’s here with some other girl, and you won’t flirt with a taken man. “I think you should go back to your girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend?” he wrinkles his nose. “She’s not my girlfriend. Only someone I call to…”
“Get laid,” this time his features darken as you boldly put your hands on your hips. “That’s what she is, right? Someone you can show around. An arm candy keeping her mouth shut and her…” you clear your throat, not wanting to piss a stranger off. “I should go back to shopping now.”
“No-no,” he grabs your left upper arm a little too rough. “I want to hear what you wanted to say, darling.”
“You know…quid pro quo. You pay for her things and she pays you back in a better way,” Loki chuckles as you nervously chew on your lower lip. “I didn’t want to offend you. It’s just that you don’t look like you are deeply in love with the girl.”
“She is nice to look at,” he drops his hand from your arm but steps a little closer to look down at you. “Not so nice to listen to. She can talk about nonsense for hours and, she’s not a very patient person.”
“Why don’t you stop playing her human purse then?” you gasp. “Fuck I didn’t mean to say this out loud. Uh-sorry. I should go now.”
“Human purse,” Loki snickers as you wish you could just disappear. His hand is back at your arm, gripping your flesh a little softer now. “I don’t think anyone I know would’ve had the guts to call me that. You’re a bold little thing, huh?”
“Sometimes my tongue just slips…” you nervously laugh as he grips your other arm too. “I didn’t want to call you like that. I swear. It just swam around my brain and then…”
“Your tongue slipped,” he lowers himself to whisper in your ear. “I bet we could put that tongue to better use.”
“What? I-“ your breath gets stuck in your throat when you feel his lips on yours. He slips his tongue inside your mouth, swiping it over your tongue. You moan into his mouth, feeling a little lightheaded as he won’t let you breathe.
“I knew you would taste like that,” Loki smirks as you are still a panting mess when he finally parts his lips from yours. “I want you to choose a dress, one you like.”
“I-what? I don’t understand,” you swallow thickly as he unbuttons his suit jacket to get his wallet out.
“I want you to take this and buy a dress you want to wear at my brother’s party. Choose matching underwear, shoes, and accessories. I’ll be right back,” you stare up at him as he just placed a black credit card in your hand. “Don’t let me wait, pet…”
“Pet? What’s going on here? You can’t just kiss me,” you look at him, bewildered as he cups your face to roughly claim your lips again. You whimper and whine as he won’t let up once again.
“I made my claim on you known. You will accompany me to my brother’s party and we will dance, drink and see how the night plays out,” Loki pecks your lips.
“I don’t dance! I’m from that town in Footloose.”
“You’re such a bad liar,” he purrs against your lips. “I’m going to have so much fun making you mine.”
“You don’t even know my name! Why would you do such a thing?”
“Well, you said I shall stop being her human purse. You were right. It’s time to find someone to share my life with. I think you are the one.” He finally drops his hands from your face. He hums before walking toward the girl from earlier to tell her to go home.
“WHAT? I-“ you’re too shocked to tell Loki to fuck off. He just gave you his credit card and doesn’t even know your name.
“And I know your name, sweetness,” he looks over his shoulder, smirking darkly. “You’re Y/N Y/L/N. Now, go and buy something nice…”
Summary: when you miss the last bus you expected a long walk home. You didnt expect to end up in some handsome alpha hot shots office waiting for a pair of slippers and dinner.
Warnings: dark!sy, threatening situations, mob!au, swearing, threats of spanking, really shitty written attempt at texan accent
A/n: this is a little oneshot, other might be added in the future but for now this is a one off so that mobsy will stop bullying me. Also has anyone done a darker sy before? Because i can see it~
Wordcount:3034
Your feet screamed at you. This wanst the plan, it was never the plan. Moving texas was supposed to be a new fantstic life. The open spaces and cattle ranches sexy cowboys calling you lil'lady and big T bone steaks!
It was not meant to be an office job in a law firm that didnt pay overtime but expected it and ended up making you walk almost five miles in the dark because your boss is an asshole and made you stay later kissjng the last bus.
You huffed and flicked off your dress code killer heels... that killed nothing but your feet. If you kept them on youd be home at sunrise. You moaned as your stocking clad feet hit the cold cement. God that was amazing, better then all the foot rubs in the world!
With that you began the long journy home, debating whether or not to call in sick tomorrow. Theh would complain as they are in a tight schedule. With was company jargon for 'we cant be bothered to hire more people so just work harder'. Fuck them. You had sick days so youwere useing them!
You moved slowly, eyes cast down watching for dog poop and needles. This side of town had all the top clubs and restaurants, high rollers and fancy cars. But they also supllied alot of drugs around here. Backdoor weed dealers and cocaine smugglers ran around these parts.
Suddenly you were pounced on, someone grabbed your low bun and half pushed half threw you into the building beside you. You screamed outloud and spun around, your heels clutched to your chest as if they would protect you;
"Shut your mouth cunt! You got money; i want your money and jewellery; no bag! Gimme the bag!" the rank smell of sweat, piss and grime filled your nose as the rancid looking male spat at you, hissing words through an intermittent row of yellow teeth... if four of them counted as a row.
"I; i what? No- please dontnhurt me!" You yelped, bearly hearing your own words as your heart thundered in your chest panic swelling in your lungs making breathing difficult and tears welled in your eyes making them sting.
"Now cunt!" He yelled louder this time you moved quivering wi.ling your fingers to work as you clasled your cross body bag trying to get it over your head without antagonising the knife weilding male. He was definitely tweaking, jerking his head back and forth jittery looking around nervously for anyone.
You glanced about panicked to, praying someone was there to phone 911 if things got out of hand and he sliced you up anyway. You frowned seeing a large 4x4 roll to a stop a few buildings down from you, behinde the man still waiting with baited breath.
"What are you waiting for whore christmas?! Gimme the bag or i'll slice if off ya! And i wont be fucking nice about it!" He seethed still twitching uncontrollably whisltwaving the knife around impatiently pojtning the tip at you ordering you to hurry up or he'll gut you.
You whimpered shaking your head still tugging the bage that had got caught in the lapel of your jacked and tangled under your low bun. Youreyes got blurry as you pleaded with him you were trying to give him your bag.
"Now i know you ain'bothering this pretty lil'lady in my back yard" you jumped in surprise when the deep southern drawl came from behinde your assailant. You hissed when your feet moved and tiny sharp stones assalted your tired feet. You shofted wiping your soles of your feet on your legs to get rid of the irritation.
A huge shadow had followed the gruff voice, a tall bearded man who looked about as texan acs a man could, rough and ready. Tan skin a full beard and strang features. All he needed was a sherrif star and stetson and youd mistake him for a texas ranger or some other type of law man. Well if it wasnt for the two men casually flanking him, and the deathly still murderous aura that came from him. He wasnt not a law man. Not with that type darkness lingering around him.
"Oh-oh fuck cap;i err this is one of yours? Man i didnt knowb i swear j didnt;" suddenly the foul man was backing up placing his hands up in a surrendering gesture.
"You point'in that at me?" The newcommer growled nodding to the knife still in the muggers hand. The man whimpered and dropped the knife like it had burned him.
"N-no no sir nope i was just er" you took a step back as the newcomer inched forward threatening the smaller man, but at the same time tilted his body tucking you behind one shoulder becoming a wall between you and the man npw groveling to this 'cap' person. You felt yourself relax a little when the gruff texan spoke again.
"So you were pointing it at the lil'lady then?" He spoke voice growing deeper, reverberating around you in a teasing sadistic threatening tone. You shuddered even you felt the gleeful undertone of his dark intentions.
"No no that wasnt;i was but not no more. I didnt;this is just one big mistake cap i didnt didnt know; i did no harm i promise not a single mark i swear i swear i didnt touch her" you faltered, this man was practically pissing his pants and 'cap' had done nothing more then pull up and growl at him. A small part of you wanted tp know just who this man was. But then again you probably didnt want to know, if that lowlife was this terrified of him then he must be something to truly fear.
"Im sure you didnt. But aint my boys had words with you bout this kinda thing" cap was definitely toying with the criminal, there was a teaseing in his voice, a chuckle hiding under the words. He was a predator, cornering his latest prey.
"N-no sir"
"Really. Could'a swore they told ya a week ago bout harming these silly young'uns out past their curfew." Cap uttered pivoting on his heels, motioning to you wit an upturned palm letting the man steal another glance at you; his downfall.
"Poor darlin' look at'er, all shaken up, sweet lil'thing can bearly breath" sy cursed with a grolw and snatrled the almost sweet wprds with a newfound fury. It seems this cap person didnt like you stnding there wide eyed and terrified.
"I'm sorry- I'm sorry I'll, stop cap i know i can, you gotta believe me i just; right now i just need it! I need it" the man was cut off by a single palm slicing through the air in a horizontal cease motion shutting him up instantly.
"Dont you be worrying i understan' i know what ya need" he uttered malice dripping from each word. And then the scary suited behemoth spun slowly craning his head towards the two men behinde him and clapped his hands in an exaggerated booming clap.
"Boys how'bout you take him in and give him something to... make a lastin' impression huh? Lets make a few things clear, make a few lessons stick this time. Hands'll do" he decided at this the small male tried to run screaming and begging, but the two men made short work in catching him. You couldnt help feel the pit of your stomach grow cold as your eyes followed the three men now crossing the road with a barrage of yelps and cries.
"You okay there darlin'" you gasped and jerked back colliding with the wall behinde you. You couldnt help noticing how handsome he was. The blue eyes sparkling with concern as he peered down at you. He really was big. You flushed and looked down at your feet embarassed, it wasnt often you were face to face with a gorgeous man. You wasn't sure how to act.
"Fuck what am i sayin' course ya not. Come on over'ere i ain't gonna hurt ya. Im.... everyone calls me cap, but its sy to you got it?" He added raising a hand out to you waiting patiently for you to take it. You hesitated for a few long moments unsure whether to run or not. But he dipped his head, tilting it forward and wriggled his fingers. His eyes were glowing with a.... you wasnt sure. There was something there. This man was to be obeyed. You wasnt sure how he'd done it but you followed his lead, tucking your fingers into your pumps holding them with one hand and reached out the other letting his huge palm smother yours gently.
"What the? What you doing out'ere with no shoes on? You gonna wack'im with'em or something?" He frowned only now realising what you were holding. And spoke with a chiding voice, you shrunk a little, feeling every bitthe little gir
He'd called you earlier. Well apart fro your panties that were slowly growing more and more soaked with each word he spoke. Finally you shrugged your shoulders and found your voice to reply.
"N-no i just.. they hurt to walk in; wait no put me down!" At the mention of pain he had swung into action and collected you into his arms as if you were little more then a weightless child. He didnt ever grunt as he took your entire weight off your feet. Any other time yoh would have swooned at a huge alpha males type hoisting you into their arms like you weighed nothing. But this man was so intense.
"No can do tiny, no woman of mine is wanderin' down 'ere barefoot. fuck knows whats on these streets, aint'avin you catching something from a needle cos you cant see it" he gruffed and spun before crossing the road to one of the posh looking buildings youd passed a few mineuts ago,the one with the mirrored glass windows and loud base pounding.
"Wha- where are we going? Did you say your woman?" You faltered blushing growing more and more excited at the situation. Even though it was wrong and scary and you should be screaming for help or head butting hs nose. Whh wasnt you headbutting his nose again?.... well it was a cute nose, itd be a shame to ruin it a little voice reasoned in the back of your head.
"We are going to the bar, to get you some fuckin' slippers or somthin for your feet, must be freezin. And you're my woman, i've taken a shine to ya. Sweet an'spicy is rare round these parts" he grunted out happily shaking his head at you whislt squeezing you to his chest tighter as you wriggled trying to make him put you down.
Before you can say a single word you heard a loud echoing spine chilling scream. You snapped your head over Sy's shoulder to the direction of where his buddies had taken your mugger. your being lead into the club the men were standing at. Sy jostled you holding you lower so you couldnt peak over his shoulder and gave you a warning look as you glanced up at him.
"Hey now bug, dont you worry about him, he'll get what he deserves. Now lets get you sorted hmm?" He said turning and backing into the club door to get threw the it and began to navigate the loud packed club.
"Sorted?" You murmured suddenly feeling frightened,of the huge man who was carrying you deeper and deeper into the club leading you away from the noise and smell of sweat to god knows where.
"Yeah, y'know slippers, drink a lil'food ya got no meat on these bones" he hummed and seemed to reach his destination. A huge office with stunning veiw of the city and tastefull art on the walls.
"Thanks but id settle for some change for a cab" you said quietly feeling less and less comfortable with what ever situation youd landed yourself in. This man was dangerous. Loaded, feared and dominant. He was the boss and everyone knew it. No even little old you.
"Cab? That aint happening.you know how many women get themselve in tricky situations in the cabs round'ere. Didn't your mama ever tell ya not to go wandering alone at night? Its a good thing i spotted ya' tiny little thing like you out here alone, im not impressed in the slightes little lady" he scolded and sat you down on a luxurious looking sofa, the soft leather and plush filling letting you sink into it comfortably.
"Looks like ya gonna need some lookin' after. Cant 'ave ya wandering round like a lost little rabbit can i?" Sy said almost to himself as he rounded a large desk shrugging off his fitted jacket revealing a blue shirt stretched across his wide form buttons holding on for dear life. He moved around the desk again leaning on it and moved to roll his sleeves up and crossed his arms eyeing you expectantly.
"Look i just missed the bus" you said after a few moments, somehow you knew thats what he wanted, an explination. You felt like a naughty kid waiting for your mother to show up at the school fpr a meeting with the principal.
"Oh yeah mind tellin' me how that came about?" He asked still not sounding the least bit happy.
"My boss made me stay late is all and i just missed it" you said evenly trying not to quiver under the intense gaze. He made you feel small and helpless.
"Where d'ya work?"
"Croffts and sons, im a-a lawyer; so so you best let me go before" you lied... well half lied this was feeling more and more like an interrogation you wanted him to leave off. He was clearly a man not at one withthe law. Maybe he would let you go or call a cab if he thought he was dealing with a hot shot lawyer?
But he scoffed smirking and closed his eyes before grining and shook his head. Your stomach didn't even have time to drop before he fixed you with a shakrp look making you draw a deep breath and freeze.
"A lawyer?.. Croffts and sons? Thought thos asshole were still a pack of 50's sexist bastards only hired male lawyers and female secretaries." You blinked at him slowly. Oh shit, he knew. You wasnt sure what to say to that honestly
"Well atleast i know who needs dealin' with now" he shrugged
"Dealing with what do you mean?"
"Well i dont take kindly to men forcing my cute little lady to walk home at eleven at night. You wont be doin' it again that i promise ya"
"Now you hold on! Im greatfull you stepped in an helped me but, but that give you no right to go ordeing me about! An i am not your lady! You dont even know my name!"
"Lemme guess your from that necklace your a B? Bridget Wait no thats not right b... b becky belinda nah, bella maybe?"
"Bridie... im Bridie"
"Good to know Bridie~" he drawled with a grin. You narrowed your eyes at him. Was he making fun of you?
"Are you making fun of me? Because i warn you mister im not gonna tolerate it! I mean it! I can be real mean when i wannabe!" You threatened pointing at him, despite not actully being able to bak up your threat. At most you could be impolite. Not mean, you didnt really have that in you. But he didnt know that! For all he knew you could be the nastiest women hexs ever known!
"Im sure you can" he said dismissivly still beaming at you clearly not buying what your trying to sell.
"I really mean it!" You huffed stomping a foot feeljng all about two inches tall at the way he was being so unaffected by your measly threat. What made it worse was his dominating yet playfull demeanour was getting you hot under the collar.
"I know. And i also know that if i catch ya out here again walking bare foot down the street alone at night imma tan that hide of yours better then your daddy ever did" he threaened movig closer and bending down to you face to face placing one huge hand on the arm of the sofa, the other on the seat beside you cageing you. You squeaked and shuffled back, your feet leaving the floor as you did so.
"What?! You cant say stuff like that!" It was only when hexd pulled away winking at you you had found your voice and cried out at him abhoretly.
"I just did. And Imma man of my word bug. Now tell me what your fancying for dinner whilst we wait for some slippers to be brought up" he smiled waving his hand and reaching across his desk for a larg expensive looking mobile phone you handt noticed was there.
"Absolutly not! No thank you, i'd much rather go home!" You jumped on your feet and protested, almost stomping a foot at him crossing your arms. Only to freeze when he sent you a sharp look, eyes flicking up at you from the lit screen, and a single brow raised.
"I wasnt askin lil' lady. Now sit down and be a good girl tell me what your eatin' or i will choose for ya" You blinked, wavering for a moment before sitting back down in defeat. This man was a stubborn as they come and it appears you are stuck with him, atleast for the time being.
Can I ask you about a fic about mob!tom in which he goes to a halloween party and there is just chilling with Harrison but after a while a girl in a cute costume asks them if they're free for her and she basically takes them in a secluded area of the place of the party and the boys fuck her together? I need some holy water🥺🥺
Lmao, I'm not going to be able to postal of my spooky blurbs but... I love all of them.
The beer was good, the music was fine, Harrison's company was good enough, but the second Tom saw you approach, decked out in a cop costume, complete with real cuffs, Tom knew his night was gonna get a whole lot better,
"Hi boys." You chide sweetly. Harrison is the one to look up, licking his lips,
"Well hello angel. Don't you look beautiful." You smile, eyeing Tom,
"I just… couldn't help but notice that the best mobster in the world was here and he has an equally attractive right hand man in his midst." You chide sweetly. For the first time since you approached, Tom's face changes and it's into a sinister smirk because he knows where this is going,
"What can we help you with darling?" Tom asks. You smile,
"I just… was curious as to if you boys would be interested in helping me with something for a minute." You pose. Tom hums, looking to Harrison and raising an eyebrow. Harrison shrugs,
"Don't see why not." Both boys stand, following you down a dark hallway until you turn into a secluded lounge. You hum, flopping onto the couch,
"First thing's first, who has the bigger dick?" You ask. Tom looks to Harrison who shrugs,
"I'm not getting fired. You can say it." Tom raises an eyebrow as he looks at you,
"I don't have to lie about it. Mine's bigger." You giggle,
"I'd love to see." You murmur.
Neither boy wastes time, ditching their clothes as you unzip your cop outfit to reveal just a thong. You hum as you look between the two erect cocks in your face,
"Wow, you two are so similar." You purr, slipping to your knees. Tom and Harrison blink and they're being taken in your mouth, equal distribution between the two of them,
"Holy shit…" Tom murmurs. You giggle, taking him from your mouth,
"So who wants a turn first?"
"Well if I get it, I'm the only one getting it so…" Tom starts, gesturing to Harrison. Haz shakes his head,
"I'm good with her mouth. You can have her mate." He takes a seat on the couch, humming as you smooth over his thighs, leaning in to kiss the shaft of his cock. Tom kneels behind you, dragging your thong down. He leans in, lapping at your drenched folds for a moment before he's sitting up straight, sliding himself inside of you cautiously. You moan around Harrison who brushes hair from your eyes, which are cast up to him,
"Pretty little thing. You look so beautiful filled with cock." Haz purrs. You bat your lashes up at him as Tom moves himself in and out of you quickly, his hips gently slapping into your bottom as he holds your hips.
Soon enough, Tom's thrusts are brutal, forcing you to gag on Harrison who's broken out in a sweat, his head fallen back at how amazing your mouth feels. Tom grunts, pressing a foot to the floor and grabbing hold of your hair. He tugs, your eyes cast up into Harrison's as you suck him down, moaning softly,
"Fuck baby… you are a gorgeous little thing aren't you."
"She's fuckin tight." Tom growls, swatting your ass. You whimper and Harrison brushes hair from your face again,
"You're too rough with your girls." He murmurs. Tom pauses, leaving you to whine and reach back to pull his hip into you,
"Don't see her fucking complaining. In fact… she's begging for more." Harrison rolls his eyes as Tom continues to thrust inside of you. You moan again, whimpering as Tom reaches down, stroking your clit softly,
"Cum for me baby. Show Haz that it doesn't fucking matter how rough I am with you." He grumbles, leaning into your ear. You keep your eyes locked in Harrison's, taking him deep in your throat. It's exaggerated by Tom shoving your headdown gently, chuckling darkly at the gags that leave your lips,
"Such a good girl." Your eyes roll back in your head as you succumb to the pleasure and cum around Tom, taking Harrison from your mouth to stroke while you glance over your shoulder. You lock eyes with Tom. He leans in and presseshis lips to yours,
"You're such a submissive girl aren't you?" He purrs. You nod,
"For you two… anything." Tom chuckles again before he's drawing out of you,
"Lay back baby." You lay on the floor, watching both Tom and Harrison stand above you, jerking themselves off. Tom finishes first, spurting hot cum onto your chest and stomach with a grunt. He places his hands on his hips, staring down at you as Harrison finishes across your torso,
"Beautiful little thing aren't you?" He poses. You giggle,
"I try my best. How else was I supposed to get you two to come in here with me?" You pose. Tom smiles, watching as Harrison finds tissues and cleans you up. The three of you dress mutually before Tom snags your cuffs, twirling them around his finger,
"I'd let you arrest me." He murmurs, leaning in to kiss you again. You giggle,
"Bigger question is why do you have real cuffs?" Harrison poses. You hum, leaning up to kiss him too,
"Just in case I wanted tonight to go differently." You mumble. Tom's eyebrows rise,
"Oh really?" You nod, snagging them from Tom and winking,
"Don't worry, we've got time." You murmur, leading them from the room. Tom hums, fixing his tie,
"Oh yeah… we'll definitely make time." Harrison chuckles as he follows his boss and best friend from the room.
𝒄𝒉. 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : Bucky had finally asked you to attend an event regarding his mob life, but nothing is as joyous as everything seems.
author’s note : it’s been while since i posted for this series and i suddenly had some inspiration. i hope you all enjoy. **not my photo
warnings : fluff, kidnapping, rich snobs, smut!!, public sex, teasing, afab!fic, [18+ only], minors do not interact
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Bucky Barnes was not a man to be trifled with.
Bucky Barnes was a hard-headed upright murderer that held an entire underground criminal system. The NYPD and the FBI had been trying to capture him for years on end, investigation after investigation to always end up falling short.
He was dangerous, cynical, and deadly.
He was a man that would send people running in the opposite direction of him. He was a man that controlled the depths of the city with fear; no one dared to trifle with him.
But, James Buchanan Barnes was also a man in love. He was totally and utterly smitten. He would give you tender kisses in the morning and trace patterns on your back as you slept. Steve liked to tease the hell out of him for being able to snatch someone as astonishing as you. He didn’t want to admit it, but Steve was right.
You had come into his life so fast, and the sweet breath of fresh air you were had surprised him. You were stubborn and took no shit from anyone—even the mobster himself. You were kind and soft. Your laughter was the purest sound he had ever heard. But you were also tough; your fists bloodied and bruised more times than he could count.
Before you came along, Bucky placed himself deep within his work. He never really had time for anything, so he normally only had one-night stands. The transaction of a quick fuck and then leaving was the best option. There were no strings attached, no grievances, no troubles, just a quick exchange.
But you, you were so much more. You were absolutely everything. You were the summer breeze that floated through his hair. You were fresh berries that tasted pungent yet sweet as they burst in his mouth.
You were it for him. His partner that would rest by his side no matter what, if that’s what you wanted anyway. And a part of him hated it. He wanted to push you away, so you would not be exposed to the dangerous life that he lived. But you were worth it. You were worth the risk, always.
And you had been absolutely stunned by the man. You were an unstoppable force that had your opponents beaten down so easily. You were strong-willed and passionate about the world around you.
So, to find yourself slowly falling for a man who has most likely done unspeakable things came as a surprise. But, he wasn’t the scary person that everyone deemed him to be, at least not to you. He was sweet, charming, and amazing in bed—too amazing in bed.
What you found interesting, though, is that ever since that night after your match, Bucky hadn’t left your side. For eight months, he’s been high alert. As though at any minute or any second, something would jump out at the two of you. He was always looking back when you’re walking around at night. He would always insist on two bodyguards at your side constantly, even when you were in the boxing ring.
He knew you were capable. He always tried to reassure you. However, you knew that something was suspicious. He never told you what had tormented him so badly, but he would always refuse when you would ask him what was wrong.
You had always thought he was just embarrassed by you. You were a girl from the Bronx who knew how to fight, and it always had been an antithesis in your relationships. However, Bucky had always shut your insecurities down and made it up to you in the best way possible.
You let out a small yawn, “what time is it?”
He smiles slightly at your gruff morning voice before turning to look at the clock. “It’s almost noon.”
You just hummed and snuggled into his chest even further. He traced small circular patterns up and down your spine, his mind drifting off to think about work. He didn’t want to leave your warm embrace, his heart dreading the idea of leaving the silky sheets and your cold feet resting on his calves.
“Doll?”
Your eyes flicker up to his before reaching up to give him a sweet yet somber kiss. His arms tightened around you for just a second before a finger rested on your cheek, wiping gently from side to side.
“Yes?” You mumbled against his lips.
“Will you accompany me to the gala tonight?”
Your eyes shot up at his question, completely catching you off guard. During your relationship, he never asked you to attend anything that regarded work. He had always said it was too dangerous, even for an infamous boxer. He always said that he just wanted to keep you safe, but still, you knew there was something else at play.
Your eyes lit up in excitement, “really?”
He nodded, lips curling up into a smile. “Yes, really.” You giggled against his skin and relished in the warmth of it all. “Nothing would make me happier.”
“But Steve and Sam will be there the whole time and—” You groaned, interrupting his sentence as he just gave you a knowing look. You shift your arm and rest it on his cheek, his eye fluttering closed and leaning into your touch.
“What’s going on, baby?”
He let out a large sigh and opened his eyes to lock with yours. He knew he couldn’t lie to you, not anymore. You looked at him with puffy cheeks and fluttering eyelashes, knowing that he was done for.
“Remember that night I took you to my place, and we danced to jazz?” You grin up at him at the memory, your mind becoming fuzzy with adoration from that very long night. “I remember that night very well, love.”
Your smile flattened slightly as you caught the look on his face. His eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes clouded with something you couldn’t quite figure out. Worry? Fear? “I got texts that night threatening you.”
Your eyes widened at the profession he gave, not expecting it in the slightest. “From who?” He shakes his head. He shifts in the bed slightly, moving his face, so it practically ghosts yours.
“I don’t know. That’s why I’ve had guards around you this whole time. I’m sorry.”
Your lips curl into a smile, giving him a small peck to tell him you accept his apology. “They’ll have to get through my fists first.”
He chuckled. “Damn right, doll.”
~~
You walked in with Bucky’s arms locked with yours, the stoic nature of the man you were with proceeded to lock onto his face. As you entered the crowd, they had immediately disappeared. They were almost afraid to touch you in fear of Bucky. A little proud smirk rested on your face at the thought of being untouchable. It felt enlightening—it felt addicting.
The room was crowded with what looked like some of the most elite people you had seen in New York. The ballroom was large; white and gold splashed against the towering columns and swirled together. The chandeliers gleamed the brightest and sparkled throughout the room, creating little stars across the ground. Famous paintings were scattered across the walls, pairing nicely with the poised elegant furniture.
They wore lavish suits and dresses; your attire and Bucky's were matched perfectly. While in the car, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He had you pressed up the limo door and devoured your neck, nipping and biting at the sensitive flesh. You just giggled and tried to shove him off of you, you took way too long to get ready, and he wasn’t going to ruin your hair. “Sorry, doll. Jus’ can’t help myself.” And that cocky grin made you want to kiss him even more.
You took a champagne glass off of a tray and took a sip. Bucky was currently talking to one of his donors, and you were beyond bored. All it was, was a bunch of rich snobs gathered in one room. You knew Bucky hated it as well; he knew how they really thought of him. They always thought that he and his men were just a bunch of criminals that took over the city. But they never mentioned how much he helped people too.
“So, dear, what do you think? Why should we give to the homeless when it’s their fault they’re there in the first place?”
Your hand immediately tightened around Bucky’s arm. You look over at the old man and the urge to plummet him into the next century was suddenly very tempting. You then purse your lips, your voice loud and boisterous. “People need help, whether it’s their fault or not. If you think otherwise, then you’re a piece of shit person. Simple as that.” The old man and his wife gasped. “Plus, most of the time, it isn’t their fault.”
“Tame your woman, Mr. Barnes.”
Your eyes flicker over towards Bucky to find his eyes already locked onto you. His eyes were full of lust, and his once sparkling eyes were dark and swirling as though an ocean would. He smirks quickly, “Couldn’t even if I tried.” Swirling butterflies burst against your chest; he looked proud. He looked like he could devour you right then and there, but the pride radiated off of him.
Before you know it, you find yourself backed up against a wall that’s far away from the crowd, and no one would bother you. Sam had shaken his head when he finally found the two of you, and Steve just sighed before saying he needed a drink.
Bucky’s lips found yours in a heated dance, his mouth swallowing each and every sound you make. His hands gripped your hips tightly. The gruff sounds leaving his throat were heavenly to your ears. “I need you, Bucky. Please,” he didn’t waste a single moment as he shoved your dress up to your hips.
He let out a string of curses as he noticed you weren’t wearing any underwear. “Fuckin’ killing me, doll.” His lips meet yours again, his hand reaching down to feel your slick between his fingers. You were absolutely drenched, and he moaned, the sound vibrating against your lips.
“Barely even touched you, and you’re already this wet? Fuck, baby girl.” You reach down to feel his hard cock in the confined restraints of his pants suit. He was big. Your hand then rubbed the outline of his member, and you felt him twitch in your hand.
“God, your cock is so big, Buck.” He pants, eyes closing at the sensation of your fingers dipping into his trousers. “I wanna put my mouth on it, swirl my tongue ‘round those good spots.”
His hands jerked forward and pinned you against the wall, lifting you up becoming flushed against him. “Think you can tease me, hmm? Hasn’t anyone told you not to mess with the big, bad mobster?” You open your mouth to respond but are quickly cut off by him pounding into you. His muscular arm still hung above you, keeping you in just the right place. You were warm and soft; Bucky couldn't get enough. The two of you groaned with each thrust as he filled you fuller than ever.
“So tight,” he mutters into your ear. You bite your lip to keep you from screaming, his cock twisting and pulling every heavenly sensation. “You’re mine, yeah? You’re fucking mine.” The way he growled, the feral sound leaving his lips was intoxicating.
“Say it. Say you’re mine.” His tone was firm and feral. Your mind could barely process what he was saying. His other hand grabs your jaw to make you look at him, “I’m yours! I’ll always be yours.”
He pounded even harder into you, the smacking sounds of your body meeting his hips were loud. Your hands clutch his shoulders, your lips repeating his name over and over. “Fuck, Bucky!” He coaxed that spongy spot over and over, his eyes trailing down to watch his cock disappear into your lips. Your walls clench around him. “That’s it, doll. Take my cock.”
His words alone make you tip over the edge, your body seizing before releasing all of its pleasure. You don’t even care at this point, your screams escaping your mouth as he continues to pound into you. He goes to pull out of you to come, but you stop him. “No. Come in me, please. Wanna feel you for days.”
The way you sound, so desperate and pleading for him to come, to fill you full. He groans a low sound, his teeth coming down to bite your shoulder. He empties inside you there, coaxing your sweet walls with him. A small content sigh leaves you as you feel some of his cum drip out of your lips.
You both clean up as best as you can. You were trying to fix your hair while Bucky was trying to get the pre-cum out of his pants. You looked almost as good as new besides the post-sex glow radiating off of the two of you.
He kisses you, this one sweet and savory like you would vanish if he hadn’t put his lips on yours. You grin, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in a bit more.
“C’mon. Let’s go back and greet more assh—” Darkness surrounded the whole ballroom as shrieks filled the air. His head whipped around as he tried to make his way through the crowd. “What’s going on?” Bucky shook his head at you, even though you couldn’t see a single thing. He didn’t know what was going on, but he didn’t like it.
“Baby, follow me, okay?” He’s holding your hand as he finally finds Sam and Steve. Steve had told them that the whole grid is out, affecting most of Brooklyn. But something didn’t feel right.
“Something feels off.” Sam agreed, prompting a suggestion to try and fix the power. Something rippled throughout his body and left a pang right in his chest.
“What’s going on?!” Steve tries to calm Bucky down. They knew something wasn’t right, something felt suspicious. They didn’t know what or how, but it was. Bucky could practically feel it in the air.
With a sigh of relief, the lights flickered back on. The sweet, soft music started playing again and everyone started to mingle. Bucky felt his shoulders relax as he turned towards you. But then he halted. You weren’t next to him. But you were just there, weren’t you? He had just been tugging you on the arm. He knew you were right there.
“Doll?” He whipped around, Steve and Sam trying to find you as well. They walked through the whole crowd yelling to make some room. Bucky checks everywhere; the supply closets, the kitchen, and the entire crowd. You were nowhere to be found. You were just… gone.
Caught In The Fire 1 - The Funeral [Mobster! Bucky Barnes x Reader]
A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback to the preview my loves! Please don’t forget to tell me what you think of this chapter, kisses!
Summary: Funeral of a mob boss is not the best place to reconnect.
Word Count: 2601
Warnings: Violence, death, funerals, crime, explicit language. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I don’t condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.
Ever since you were a child, you had always found it strange that one’s family could determine their fates. Granted there were people who could break that cycle and choose what they wanted to do with their lives, but nearly no one around you had been that lucky, including you.
When your father had moved here decades ago, he had used up to his last penny to buy a pub and turned it into a bakery, and only after buying it he had realized that it wasn’t some kind of luck that it had been so cheap. The problem was the location and as he had been informed by two men who dropped by the next day after the opening, the bakery was built on the neutral ground, right in the middle of these gang territories. Each family ruled a different part of the city, and the neutral ground was off limits, so whenever the gangs needed to make sure that they wouldn’t get shot or ambushed, they would meet up there.
Pub served a better purpose, but even they had to admit, a bakery looked much less suspicious.
At first you didn’t even know. You were just a child after all, and your father had made sure to usher you back to the kitchen or to the backyard whenever certain people showed up, and you had never protested because as far as you were concerned when you were six years old, all grown-ups did was talk about boring things and glare at each other. But one of those days when you were sitting on the stairs at the back of the bakery, trailing the spoon in the bowl full of cake batter you had stolen from the kitchen, a boy with bright blue eyes and dark hair walked to the backyard.
“What are you eating?”
You looked up from the bowl, making him stifle a laugh at the sight of the cake batter all over your face and you looked behind you to check your father was nowhere to be seen, then held up the bowl,
“Do you want some?”
“What’s that?”
“Peach cake batter,” you said, “Daddy says it makes you sick if you eat too much but it’s delicious.”
He frowned, “Cake doesn’t make you sick.”
“It does if it’s unbaked. It gives you—“ you thought for a moment, trying to remember what it was called. “It gives you salmons you see.”
“Salmon is a fish.”
“Yeah,” you nodded, “Exactly. It – it makes fish in your stomach, so they make you sick.”
He didn’t look like he believed you, but didn’t say anything as he took the spoon you offered him and dug it into the batter before taking it into his mouth.
“Daddy says customers aren’t supposed to be here.” You said and he shrugged his shoulders.
“My dad is making a deal in there, and I got bored waiting in the car with his men,” he mumbled before he gave you the spoon back “Will you tell them I’m here?”
You smiled at him brightly and shook your head,
“No.” you said, and offered him your hand because you were sure that was what you were supposed to do when you met someone new, “I’m Y/N.”
“James Buchanan Barnes,” he shook your hand and you scrunched up your face.
“That’s a lot.”
He grinned at you, “You can call me Bucky,” he said, “Everyone else does.”
“Miss?” you were pulled out of your thoughts when the woman waiting at the door motioned at you, “Arms up please.”
Right. Of course.
Everyone had to be checked for weapons when they walked into the Barnes household, especially in times like these. You held up the tray so that she could pat you down and once she was sure you weren’t carrying any weapons, she took a look under the foil to see what was in it and let you pass. You tried not to get distracted by the huge house, that familiar pang shooting into your heart at how different it was from your small apartment, but you shook your head and walked into the living room to put the tray next to other food before pulling the aluminum foil off to ball it in your hands. The house was packed with so many people, all there to pay their respects for the deceased mob boss or get on his son Bucky’s good side, since he was about to take over the family business.
Or to make sure their alliances continued.
But the one thing you knew about everyone in this room? They were not to be crossed.
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Steve Rogers sitting beside Rebecca Barnes, Bucky’s sister who was uncharacteristically silent as she stared into space. She muttered something to Steve and he nodded, heaving a sigh and squeezing her hand as if to assure her everything was going to be alright. Tony Stark was by the corner of the room with James Rhodes, speaking in hushed whispers and Natasha Romanoff looked to be in a serious discussion with Sam Wilson as they walked past you.
“I get what you’re saying but it doesn’t change anything in terms of business, Bucky knows that.”
“Doesn’t it? I’ve never had to be checked for weapons at the door until now.”
“It’s a funeral, Nat.” Sam said, “You know it as much as I do that not everyone is here to give their condolences. You’ve seen Winnifred.”
“She just lost her husband, and she’s not the person I’ll do business with, her son is.” Natasha said, “Did you talk to Bucky after the meeting?”
“You know what he’s like.”
You could feel your heart skipping a beat but you scolded yourself in your head, it definitely wasn’t the time for this. You looked around for a trashcan, but of course there was none so you turned around in hopes of finding one outside the huge living room, but crashed into a hard body. He grabbed at your shoulders to help you regain your balance and your eyes snapped up to see who it was, ready to apologize but the words got caught in your throat.
He looked as handsome as you had last seen him. You could feel your heart beating in your ears and his blue eyes searched your face, slowly withdrawing his hand.
“Bucky.” You swallowed thickly, “Hi.”
He stared at you for a couple of seconds, then shook his head as if trying to snap out of his thoughts and motioned at the table.
“Are those black cupcakes?”
Right.
Yeah, that wasn’t the best idea.
“I just,” you cleared your throat, “I figured I couldn’t bring his favorite cake, because cake is for…happier times so I figured, cupcakes—but it’s a funeral so that’s why they’re black.” You let out a breath, closing your eyes for a moment, “I’m being nonsense. I’m sorry for your loss.”
He shifted his weight as if he didn’t want to think about it which was expected because this was probably the hundredth time he was hearing this. You strained your mind to come up with something to say, but before you could find anything he reached out to grab one of the cupcakes to take a bite and nodded at the door.
“Follow me.”
Okay, what was happening?
You didn’t get to ask him as he walked upstairs with you following him closely and he entered one of the rooms in the huge hall. You looked around as you stepped in after him, it looked like some sort of an office with a big mahogany desk, a library and a comfortable couch. The room alone was probably half the size of your whole apartment but you tried to pull yourself together.
“It’s so loud in the living room, impossible to get anything done.” he leaned back to the table, “How’s your dad?”
“He has some health issues.” You said, making him raise his brows “Nothing serious, it’s just…he can’t really stand for so long, and he’s getting older, you know? I took over the bakery a while ago so that he could rest and all.”
He gawked at you, “You did?”
“Yeah.”
“Why did no one tell me?”
“I don’t know,” you confessed, “It’s no big deal, really. He sends his condolences by the way.”
He nodded slowly and you bit inside your cheek to stop yourself from laughing at the sight of the new yet intimidating mob boss holding a cupcake.
“I wanted to tell you,” he cleared his throat, “Even if my father is dead, the deal still stands between him and your dad. Nobody touches the bakery, it’s the neutral ground so you don’t need to worry—“
“Bucky, I’m not here for that.” You interrupted him and he looked almost taken aback.
“What?”
“I’m not here to ask for something or talk about deals, I’m here to pay my respects. Your father was always nice to me and I will miss him, that’s the least I could do.”
He blinked a couple of times in confusion and something told you this was the first time he was hearing something like that without a request following it.
“Oh.” He turned his head to grab the glass of whiskey on the desk which made you think he had been closing deals left and right since the morning at the same office and it probably wasn’t his first glass of the day.
“Would you want some?”
“No thank you.” You said as you watched him down it in one gulp and you shifted your weight, nibbling on your lip.
“Let me guess,” you said softly, “Business doesn’t wait for funerals to end, huh?”
He lowered his gaze, his rings tapping against the glass as he heaved a shaky sigh.
“It really doesn’t.” he murmured but something in his voice was so barely held together that your body moved before you could realize what you were doing. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug and it was only when his body froze against yours that you realized what you had just done. You were just about to pull back and apologize when you felt his arms sneaking around your body, holding you tight and if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he had pressed his nose into your hair to inhale deeply.
“Do you need anything?” you asked when you pulled back and a small smile graced his lips for the first time.
“No,” he murmured, “Thanks peaches.”
Ah.
That nickname again.
You had almost forgotten about it.
“How’s your uh…” he pinched the bridge of his nose, “How’s your fiancé?”
Your smile faded slightly as it dawned on you, “My-? Oh right, you don’t know. We broke up a couple of months ago.”
His head shot up, “What?”
“Yeah.” You shrugged your shoulders, “He sort of- well, not sort of, he cheated on me, so….”
He frowned. “You should’ve told me.”
“Why?”
“I would’ve sent someone around.”
A small laughter escaped from your lips and you shook your head.
“Bucky, you can’t get a guy beaten up because he cheated on me.”
“Sounds like he deserved it though.”
“No way.” you said, “It’s fine. How about you? Do you…?” you trailed off, and it wasn’t fair that your heart skipped a beat while waiting for an answer, not at all.
“Do I have a fiancée?” Bucky finished the question for you and chuckled, “No.”
“It doesn’t have to be a fiancée.” You said, “You know… a significant other.”
He tilted his head, that amused smile playing on his lips and you scrunched up your face.
“You know what, I’m prying. Just ignore me okay? It’s not a good thing to talk about at a funeral—“
“Peaches, I’ve been listening to people talk about money, deals, or their memories about my father the whole day. Trust me, this…slice of normalcy feels better than you could ever imagine.”
You looked up at into his bloodshot eyes, something in your stomach twisting painfully before you licked at your lips.
“Alright,” you said, “Normalcy then?”
“Yes please.”
“I came up with a new cupcake the other day,” you said, “I mean I’m sure I didn’t come up with it, but I tried it by myself and it’s pretty good, you know?”
“Will it give me salmons?” he asked and you shot him a look, trying to hide your surprise that he still remembered that.
“No.” you said, “It’s a bourbon cupcake, all those moms on Pinterest will worship me.”
He blinked a couple of times and held up the half-eaten cupcake,
“There’s a cupcake out there that can make me drunk and I’m eating a non-alcoholic one on my father’s funeral?” he deadpanned “When did you become so cruel?”
Your jaw dropped and you bit down a smile.
“You should be careful,” you said, “I know a guy who can send people around if someone is mean to me.”
He grinned and held up his hands, mocking surrender.
“I know a threat when I hear one,” he said and someone cleared their throat by the door, making you look over your shoulder to see Steve leaning against the doorframe.
“Sorry for interrupting,” he said, “Sam needs to talk to you Buck.”
“Right now?” Bucky stole a look at you and you waved a hand in the air,
“It’s okay, I gotta get Em from school anyway, I should go.”
Bucky pulled his brows together,
“Your sister goes to school now?” he asked, “Wasn’t she a toddler like yesterday?”
“She’s in first grade now Bucky.”
“Jesus Christ I’m getting old.” He muttered to himself, making Steve chuckle.
“You’ve just realized that?” he asked and you smiled at Bucky.
“Take care, okay?”
“You too. Thanks for…being here.” His eyes searched yours, “Send your dad my regards.”
“Will do.” You said and nodded at Steve before walking out of the room, your cheeks still burning.
All the way to Emma’s school, you couldn’t ignore the way your heart was slamming against your chest, and you bit at your lip, trying to focus on something else, anything else. You took a deep breath, and turned your head when the door to passenger seat opened and Emma got in the car.
“Hi!” she smiled at you brightly and put her seatbelt on, “I have no homework today!”
You let out a small laugh, “Is that right?” you asked and she nodded.
“Can we go and see the aquarium? Please? Please please please? They say there’s a whale there, a huge one!”
“Okay, okay…” you raised your brows, “Breathe, and yes we can go see the aquarium.”
“Then after aquarium can we have a tea party?”
“You might have to wait for that, kiddo.” You winked at her, “I need to drop by the bakery.”
“Wait, then I can come to the bakery too,” she said, “I can help, you said you would let me help if I got a star.”
“Did you get a star?”
“I will!” she insisted, making you smile at her fondly and you hmmed.
“You can help me yes, but you can’t eat what we’re making, okay? Not this time, I’ll give you a cookie instead.”
She pursed her lips, frowning. “Why not?”
You started the car, your stomach making a pleasant flip before you turned the steering wheel.
“Because Em,” you muttered, “We’re making grown up cupcakes for a friend.”
You don’t see Steve for the rest of the day. You assume he’s working and when a pretty blonde woman comes in around four and introduces herself as Carol you let her take over with Ada. You go take a shower and get ready for the night, putting on your show clothes under your jeans and tee shirt. You go back upstairs when you’re done getting ready, your bag with all your stuff over your shoulder. You don’t find Steve on the main floor so you run down to the garage and the car is gone.
You check your phone and swear softly before texting Fury who agrees to come get you and you send him the address.
It takes him fifteen minutes to get to you, the car pulling up and you climb in the passenger seat.
“What changed?”
“My mind.” You say simply and he glances over at you to see if you’ll elaborate but you don’t.
“Alright.” You make the rest of the ride in silence, at least until you pull up to the club.
“Oh, Nick, you should probably talk to your drivers about making sure that the dancers are inside their homes before driving away. I was attacked last night, on my doorstep. He broke into my place when I managed to slip inside and hide until help could come.”
“Is that why you were at Rogers place?”
“You know Steve?”
“Oh, he’s Steve is he?” Fury gives you a sly smile and you roll your eyes.
“How do you know him?”
“Everyone who has a club knows him. How do you?”
“I was being harassed by one of his people on the street and he came along.” You don’t know if Fury knows about Ada and you know he doesn’t know about your job so you leave that out.
“I’ll talk to the drivers.” He promises and you nod and go to climb out of the car when Fury stops you with a hand on your arm. “Just be careful around him. He’s a powerful man, and power in this world often brings danger.”
“He was closer than the cops.” You feed Fury your same line then head into the back of the club. You get ready while the rest of the girls chat around you, you’re not in much of a chatty mood today. Melinda gives you a little nudge pulling you out of your head.
“You okay? Normally we can’t get you to shut up.” She teases and you laugh softly.
“Yea, my place was broken into last night.”
“Oh my god. When?”
“After I got home, so I guess it was this morning. You know the toucher Brock?” She nods, “it was him. He must’ve been waiting for me to get back from the club and tried to force his way into my place. I got away but he broke in.”
“Oh my god. You should tell Fury that he did that. He can ban him from the place.”
“I didn’t even think of that.” You admit tucking a Bobby pin into your hair. You finish getting ready then when it’s your turn strut out onto the stage.
Three sets later you’re texting with Wanda to let her know that you’re done and will meet her at her place. You’re grateful she doesn’t mind you crashing on her couch for the weekend. You’ve also received a few texts from Steve asking where you are but you’ll respond when you get to Wanda’s since the van is leaving. You climb in and let the driver know that you’re going to Wanda’s instead of your place and he nods then you take off.
You’re the third one dropped off, Wanda is waiting just inside the door and you tap on the glass to get her attention. She gives you a wide smile and lets you into the building.
“Hey, thanks for letting me stay with you.”
“Of course. How was Shield?”
“It’s fine. Not quite as fun as being at Galaxy but it’s a nice change of pace.”
“Why aren’t you at Galaxy?” She asks pushing the button to the elevator.
“Needed a change of scenery.”
“It has nothing to do with the sexy but angry mob boss that came into Galaxy tonight?”
“Steve?”
“Yea, he was looking for you. I was the only one who knew where you were and I made myself scarce so he couldn’t ask.”
“Sorry for putting you in that position.” You tell her as she pushes the open.
“It’s fine, I have a feeling he’s going to be back tomorrow though.”
“Do you want to come to Shield with me?”
“No, I’ll just tell Quill no private dances.”
“Wanda are you sure?”
“Yea, I’ll-“ your phone starts to ring then cutting her off. You glance down and see that it’s Steve.
“I should probably take this.” You tell her and she nods. You move out to Wanda’s balcony before answering.
“Hello?”
“Where are you?” He demands sounding stressed.
“I’m fine.”
“That’s not what I asked Birdie.”
“I know.” You hear him groan in frustration and you sigh softly, “I’m not your responsibility Steve. Besides if it is so dangerous for me then being around Ada is probably not the best idea.”
“You’re safer with me.” He growls, you close your eyes and rub the back of your neck in frustration.
“I understand you feel that way but I’m not yours to control Steve. You can’t keep me in a cage.”
“Isn’t that what you do when you’re trying to protect a bird?”
“No Steve.” You say softly, “I appreciate your help but I’m perfectly safe.”
“At least tell me where you’re dancing tomorrow night.”
“I’m not, I work Monday morning. I’ll see you when you drop Ada off.”
“You’ll see me tomorrow when we get your window fixed.” He corrects and you close your eyes again. He is so frustrating!
“I can handle it, you don’t need to come.”
“I’m coming over Birdie.”
“If you must.”
“I must.” He says and you pinch the bridge of your nose.
“Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“3pm Birdie.”
“Aye aye Captain.” You snark before hanging up the phone.
synopsis: thor has done everything in his power to be seen as an actual powerhouse and threat to the mobs of new york, but the council of the horsemen are in the way. knowing they could lose everything they’ve built, mor goes to the people she knows can make things happen, and strikes a deal with the apocalypse wives.
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a/n: Welcome to the first installment of the Apocalypse wives!! Buckle up for a ride and send in asks when you’re ready for more :)
warnings: cursing, slight smut, mentions of abuse & murder
MASTERLIST /// WIVES!MASTERLIST
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You were a lot of things to a lot of people. Some people knew you as a determined spitfire who was fierce, protective, and not afraid to get her hands dirty for the people she loved. They knew you were an amazing friend.
Others knew you were an even worse enemy.
They knew you as an unforgiving bitch who painted her nails with the blood of those who wronged her. You were an unbothered, spoiled witch who wouldn't know humility if it was beneath your red-bottomed heel.
Thor knew that you were all of those things on a good day.
You sat with him now, in the middle of SHIELD. It served as the hottest and the most dangerous club in the state, and therefore your meeting place. Thor's hand is fit snugly around your waist, the sheer panel of your body suit allowing you to feel a semblance of his touch.
He's happy at the moment--genuinely happy and it's something you haven't seen in a long time. You can only look at him fondly, the low light of the club highlighting his jaw and the laugh lines that appear. His eyes twinkle as he talks with Loki, their relationship finally repaired after the trickster was fatally wounded trying to save your husband’s life.
Though you're still skeptical of the mischief maker, you have yet to remember the last time you saw Thor this happy. Knowing this is the only reason you've allowed Loki to build his way back into your lives, you let him know that you have a dagger with his name on it should his loyalties change again.
As they talk, your eyes can’t help but linger to the exclusive third floor of the club — the circular balconies that complement the hollow interior of the building. The people up there sneer at those below, and you feel your jaw tick. Escorts, wannabes, and the closest inner circles of the underground world are found up there, and you knew that's where Thor belonged.
Three years. Three years, you and Thor had to fight and claw your way to get anywhere in the mafia world, and still you weren't at the top. Thor has already gained throes of power, influence, and support.
You just had to take him further.
"He won't be a problem."
Thor's words snap you back to the brothers' conversation, realizing the tone has taken a turn.
"You've only experienced Odin's grace," Loki replies. "He knows how to keep the appearance of kindness. Don't forget that I know his wrath more than anyone else.”
Thor swallows heavily at the reminder of his father's sins. "Loki—“
"No need for pity brother,” Loki interrupts, a genuine smile creeping on his face. "Despite my past, I've finally found a way to win against certain demons. I've gained you, a home, a psychotic sister-in-law—”
You wink at him.
"I'm in a better place than before," Loki concludes. "However, Father sees you taking me in as a personal slight. That, coupled with your growing success—“
"We've become his targets,” Thor finishes.
Those simple words cause the bass of the club music to become white noise. Blinking rapidly, you sit up quickly, leaning forward into Thor's space. "Your father now has you both on a hit list?” The disgust can’t help but drip from your voice. Loki only nods. Your eyes fall to the floor, tracing the patterned tiles as you process the information. "What does Frigga know about this?”
Thor makes a noise at the back of his throat. "Mother was the one who warned us."
You nod, chewing on your lip. "So we take him down first.”
Both men clear their throat sharply, Loki looking around cautiously. “Odin is the oldest living patriarch of the New York’s...companies. He has the support of the Horsemen— taking him down will not be simple."
"Nor should we announce it so blatantly my love," Thor shifts, pulling you onto his lap effortlessly, and his arms never leaving your sides.
"Your coward of a father wants to assassinate his sons because of the power they've gained,” is all you can grit out. “Something has to be done—”
“If we move too quickly, then we risk losing everything,” Loki interrupts. “Odin will declare us as enemies, and per his requests, he'll have the arsenal of Conquest, the men of Famine, and the tactics of Pestilence at his fingertips. Right now, we don't stand a chance.”
You bite the inside of your cheek harder, going through what you know of the Horsemen and their capabilities. You yourself have had little interaction with the infamous mobster, once before you married Thor and once to get Loki out of his clutches of abuse. He’s well known for being the first Horseman to retire instead of die, but his seat of War hasn’t been empty for long.
Frigga, his wife, was the one you knew well and respected. You knew her as a woman who did the best in every circumstance she found herself in, and fell in love with a man who changed too much before she realized what happened. Frigga had one of the largest hearts you knew, and you were certain she was the only reason the Asgardians were still standing as a viable threat.
"Without the council, we can defeat him," Thor mumbles.
Loki answers with a sarcastic laugh, downing the last shot on the table. "Turning the Council on a veteran member is impossible; especially since we don't have an insight into their ranks.” He gestures to the third floor of SHIELD. "We either lay low and build an army...or surrender while we still can."
You scoff at the two suggestions, rolling your eyes only to balk at the fact that Thor has yet to answer. "You can't seriously be considering this," you spit at him. At the answering silence, you slide off his lap to the far end of the couch. If we build an army, we’ll be forced to outsource outside of New York— and that means making the horseman an even bigger enemy for after the war. Don't even get me started on what these potential ‘allies’ will want.”
"And surrendering is not an option,” is all Thor mumbles, his jaw ticking as he rubs his palms together nervously. "Do we strike a deal?”
You stand abruptly, avoiding Thor’s sorrowful stare as you barely announce that you’re going to grab more drinks. You don’t want to hear another word of their conversation, but their words echo through your head as you descend the stairs to the first floor. Pushing past bodies, your mind barely registers that you pick up the pace when the bar is within eye-distance.
After ordering your drink of choice, you scrub a hand over your face in an attempt to clear all the thoughts in your head. You have half a mind to try to take out Odin yourself and with your bare hands, but you know everything Loki said was right.
Thor was so close to the finish line. He’d tried so hard to establish his reign separate from his father’s, trying to do better for the people and the misfits that found their way to him. Odin had started to spit on the values of being a Horseman, even towards the end of his reign. He allowed his community to fall and even hung Frigga out to deal with his coming consequences, and Thor got tired of it when it got too close to the people he loved.
Just thinking about the night everything came to a head, and how far you all have come, your eyes unconsciously float to the third floor.
There.
There, you find a glimpse of the very men Thor & Loki spoke about. Tony Stark, Conquest; Steve Rogers, Famine; & Bucky Barnes, Pestilence.To the left of them, you find another group that everyone else in the club seems to have looked over.
Stunning under the multicolored lights, their skin tones are radiant as their tailor made attire fit their body types marvelously. They seem to be keeping to themselves, talking to each other in low tones, while holding themselves differently than the escorts around them.
The Wives.
You take a thoughtful sip of your drink as a glimpse of a thought passes through your brain...and you lie in wait to prove your theory. You don’t have to wait long as a commotion brings your attention back to the Horsemen, and you find Conquest and Pestilence unusually close to each other, tempers flaring.
Pestilence gets shoved back by Famine, and just as things comes to a head, faster than lightning, the Wives are there. Sekhmet Stark’s arms have wrapped around Conquest, Hecate Barnes has the attention of Pestilence solely on her, and Kali Rogers has found Famine’s lips on hers.
And that’s the moment that you knew the solution to your problem--well Thor’s problem. You’re almost vibrating in joy as you down the rest of your drink before going back up to the stairs.
Its surprisingly easy to get up to the third floor--just until you make it to the glass doors that separate the landing from the exclusive section.
Straight ahead, on a raised dias, you see that the Wives have returned to their place, with Sekhmet in the center, Kali to her left, and Cate to her right.
Taking a deep breath, you hold your head high and push the glass doors aside--just to be stopped by a bouncer.
“No walk-ins. Exclusive VIP only.”
You simply raise an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
“Exclusive Personnel only,” he repeats.
You flash him a wicked smile and tilt your head to the side, trying to give him as much of a condescending look as you can muster. Satisfaction fills you as the bouncer deflates just slightly. You try your luck as you step forward again, but stopped again.
“Who are you,” he asks, but the waver in his voice gives him away.
You see your window, and cross your arms while pursing your lips. “I’m going to pretend you didn't ask that and let you go this time around.”
He doesn’t move. “I cant let you in.”
“Really? Fine,” you shrug. “Explain to the Wives why you’re keeping them waiting.”
When the bouncer looks back at the women you mentioned, you know he’s exactly where you want him. “I’m going to have to loop back to you--”
You snap your name impatiently, and he mumbles it back with a nod before walking away. You wait with baited breath, knowing that with this stunt you could either end up with a bullet in your skull or the world at your feet.
Your throat tightens when you catch Sekhmet’s gaze.
When the bouncer makes his way back to you, he looks pale and motions with his head for you to follow him. “I’m so sorry (Y/N),” he says. “Right this way.”
You don’t allow yourself to breathe, even as you walk the short path to where you want to be. You feel curious eyes on you, but you don’t shy away from either of them, and instead hold your head higher as if you’re meant to be there--because you were.
Sekhmet stands when you both reach the Wives, a sharp, gleeful smile on her face as she opens her arms up in expectation. “Darling! Hello, so nice to see you again!”
The pleasantries continue with all the wives until you’ve sat in the middle of them, and you know it’s the most dangerous place to be.
When the bouncer walks away, the smiles drop.
“Who the fuck are you?” Is what Sekhmet demands, her eyes focused solely on you.
You don’t put down your guard, but you cooly reach for one of the full glasses of drinks on the table before all of you. You take your time taking a sip. “I’m someone who knows who you all are,” you say when you’re ready.
Hecate simply hums in unamusement. “Are we supposed to be impressed?”
“As if the wives of the most powerful men in new york are a secret,” Kali giggles.
You don’t let their words phase you. You hum back in response. “See I know that you’re the very people who keep New York from burning to the ground.”
A surprised silence follow your statement, before Sekhmet picks up the next words quickly and carefully. “I don’t think I know what you mean,” she smiles.
You roll your eyes. “Mind you, this is coming from someone who understands just what you hold within your palms.”
The next silence stands longer. Hecate leans in, her hands gripping the couch beneath, her eyes intense as they pour into you. “How do you know you’re right?”
You let a small smile slip, and take another sip before gesturing down to where you can see your husband and Loki still speaking intensely. “Thor. I love him to death, I really do, and there’s not a heart out there that I wouldn’t rip out for him. He has power, a lot of it, and he's starting to develop quite a hold on New York.”
Kali nods. “Thor Odinson. I’ve heard of him.” She tilts her head to the side, looking out into space. “That New Jersey border deal was ingenious, I’m disappointed a Horseman didn’t execute it.”
Her words get grunts of agreement, and pride swells in your chest,
“You & I both know that Thor didn’t have a hand in that deal until he showed up the day he needed to,” you giggled, and they stare at you openly.
“Well shit,” Sekhmet laughs out loud, picking up her own glass.
Before you know it, you’re toasting with the most powerful women in New York, laughing with them and even exchanging high fives.
“I told y’all a man couldn’t pull that off!” Sekhmet cackles.
Hecate nods. “It was too good to be true.”
“We didn’t know he had a wife,” Kali winks.
Smiling with them, the anxiety in your chest lessens.
“So what do you need?”
Sekhmet’s words bring back the somber mood, and you laugh nervously. “What do you mean?
Kali speaks up seamlessly. “Thor is the eldest son of Odin. Odin, the retired horseman of War, who controls the upper parts of New York as the Asgardians. If Thor’s wife has enough pussy to show up uninvited to confront us, you can’t expect us to believe you don't want anything.”
Looking at them all, you decide to lay all your cards out on the table. “Odin is going after Thor.”
No one replies, so you continue.
“Loki & Thor have made amends and their father now sees them as a threat to his empire. He’s going to call on the Horsemen to wage War…” you trail off, cursing internally as they exchange looks. “But by the look on your faces I’m guessing he already has.”
Kali only nods. “He approached them with a meeting this morning. The old dick had the audacity to pull rank and get me thrown out of the room when I spoke against him.” She takes a deep gulp of her drink, her jaw clenching at the memory.
The hope that allowed you to strut your way into the third floor comes back tenfold. “So you aren’t on his side?”
“Fuck no,`” Hecate snorts. “I’ve unfortunately seen every side of that man when he and Brock were on the council together and…” she trails off, her eyes distant. “New York has never seen a darker time. How Frigga stays with him, I’ll never understand.”
“Even with all the power as she has, he won’t let her leave,” you mumble. The conversation comes at a standstill, but a tense once that allows all of you to look in upon your own relationships--and just how bad it could get. Clearing your throat, you go in. “Don’t support him.”
No one answers you, but you see curiosity glint within the eyes of the Wives.
“Talk to the Horsemen,” you continue, sliding to the edge of your seat. “I know you have more sway than I ever could if I talked to them. Don’t allow them to back Odin, let him hang to dry and I’ll take care of the rest with Thor & Loki.”
Kali is the one who answers you. “Unfortunately, they’re not allowed to just sit this one out. If The Horsemen stand aside when something as big as this happens we’ll look like we’re going soft.”
“And I swear to you,” you promise lowly. “That any retaliation you face will be borne by Thor & I. On the blood of my heart, I will do anything for you if you step back for this and let us take him down.”
Your heart has crawled into your throat, pulsing so strongly you don’t know if you can breathe. They haven’t said no outright, and you could practically taste the possibilities, taste exactly what you & your husband can achieve--
“On your heart?” Hecate repeats.
You nod sternly. “On my heart.”
Hecate and Kali merely look at Sekhmet. She gives you a thoughtful look, and blinks slowly, tipping her head down slightly. “Seems we have a lot to talk about. Will you give us some space?”
The last question is directed at you, and you can’t help but nod vehemently and stand up. “Of course,” you breathe, walking away.
You bite your lip hard enough to force yourself not to look back.
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Sekhi’s eyes roll into the back of her head as she leans back heavily onto the bathroom mirror. Gripping the edge of the counter tightly, a strangled moan rips out of her throat as her husband’s lips wrapped around her clit, sucking at just the right pressure. Wetness drips down the junction of her thighs, and still Tony takes it all in stride, moaning vulgarly at her sounds. He lets up only slightly to grab Sekhi’s hand to shove it into his hair, and it gives her enough space to remember that she had another objective when she got him alone.
“We--” She moans when his lips reattach and tug his face away from her core. He lets her breath, only to lap at her cum on her inner thighs. “We have to drop Odin,” She finally breathes out.
He only sighs, pausing to give her a quick peck on the skin he was worshipping. “That is not the name I want on your lips right now.”
“We cant—Tony!--we can’t endorse him for his war.”
With a heavy sigh, he reluctantly gets up and places both his hands on either side of his wife. He leans in and she automatically reciprocates, lips meeting to exchange tastes. When they finally pull away, Tony speaks. “Since you won’t let it go...why the sudden interest in Odin, and betraying him.”
His words unconsciously allow a memory to flash behind Sekhi’s eyes, and she shakes it away just as quickly as it’s come. “You don't…” She tries to find the words before restarting. “I know he welcomed you into the Horsemen and helped you build your empire...but that man who sat in as War is not the same man today. He’s an ass, too much of a risk, volatile—”
Tony shrugs. “People say the same about me.”
“Tony, you can’t imagine the things he’s done,” is all she snaps back. “Since he’s retired he’s—”
Her lips run dry as the memory scratches again. Warm palms cup her chin and bring her gaze to meet warm brown eyes flooded with concern. “He’s what? Baby, has he done something?”
Even though his words are soft, you hear the threat behind it. The underlying danger that follows Conquest. Sekhi reaches up and holds his hands in hers, kissing his palm softly. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Tell me—”
“Tony.”
After a moment he backs down and nods solemnly. He drops his hands back to their previous position on the counter. “Okay. Say we don’t back him. You know we have to choose a side in this or we’ll look vulnerable.”
“So choose Thor’s.”
Tony stills in thought before stepping closer to his wife. “I’m listening.”
——-
“If we back Thor, Odin doesn’t stand a chance.”
Steve turns over Kali’s words in his head, rubbing her calf that’s been thrown over his lap. He ignores the bustle of the club around him, the quiet corner they’ve found the perfect setting for their conversation.
“He’d be decimated without too much of a fight,” he mumbles.
“Exactly.” Kali leans closer into him, lacing his fingers with hers at her ankles. “We support Thor, and gain his loyalty now...I’ve heard things. Things stirring in the air about him and how powerful he’s becoming. We show that he’s not a threat, that he's on our side—”
“And he immediately isn’t a threat any more. He becomes an ally.”
“Bingo,” Kali smiles brightly. “And, he’s just reconciled with Loki, meaning he’s got one of the biggest minds in the game on his team.”
Steve nods, turning his head to look her in the eyes. “So what you’re saying is we take him into one of our sectors.”
Kali shakes her head. “I’m saying more than that my love.”
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Bucky downs his shot before scrubbing a rough hand down his face. “You’re suggesting he becomes a Horseman.”
Hecate nods.
Bucky can only sigh while pointing his eyes to heaven. “Doll—”
His wife only groans, wrapping her arms around his waist so that he can’t help but absorb him into her. “You’ve never said no to me before, don’t you dare start now.”
Bucky laughs nervously. “I’m not. But think about it, if we turn against Odin, we’re deliberately breaking the laws that say he’s under our constant protection after he’s left the table. If we break them now, there’s no turning back.”
“You won’t be breaking it! You’ll be bending it.” Hecate shines an innocent smile at him, trying to press her nose into his as their foreheads lie together. “The title is merely passing down onto his son--as it should have, had Odin kept his actions honourable. Thor’ll have the loyalty of Asgard, Frigga, and the men he has now. No one will fault you.”
Bucky doesn’t answer.
“Bucky!”
He groans. “I get it doll, I do. I’m as fond of that man as you are, but we’d have to have hard evidence that he’s broken our bylaws before we do. And even if we did, swearing in a new horseman is not a decision only I get to make…” Bucky trails off, sighing with a short laugh. “By the look on your face I’m guessing the girls are already on it.”
“Maybe.” Hecate gives her husband a quick peck on his lips, once, twice, until he melts into her. “Just tell me you’re on my side. You’re with me, aren’t you Buck?”
“Yea doll...I’m with you.”
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When the bouncer comes down to meet you on the second floor, it takes everything in you to prevent yourself from smiling. You just know.
As he escorts the three of you onto the third floor of SHIELD, you feel the men beside you tense even as you relax. When the bouncer called you by name, Thor’s eyes haven’t left you.
“My love,” his deep timber resonates deep within you, caution in his voice. “What’ve you done.”
You meet his gaze levelly. “What needed to be done.”
Your husband doesn’t answer you before staring straight ahead again, the hallways you all turn becoming less and less populated until you find yourself within black marble halls.
“You work quickly,” Loki chuckles lowly in your ear.
“Enough to keep the title of psychotic sister in law?”
He smirks at you. “Seems so.”
The bouncer stops abruptly in front of a heavily bolted door, and after typing in a code it swings open. You lead the way in, but then hang back to grasp onto Thor’s forearm. He allows you to, but he’s tense and you bristle at the fact that he doesn’t respond immediately to your touch.
But the way he angles himself between you and the most powerful mobsters in the room, with the way his fingers flex towards his gun--you know he’s not directly angry at you.
Sekhmet, Kali and Hecate sit on the opposite side of the room, in a similar set up to the one you infiltrated merely half an hour before. Their faces are nonchalant, but when Sekhemet winks at you, no words can describe the relief and the pure joy that passes through you.
Tony, Steve, & Bucky stand between you and the Wives, and you know you all will fit perfectly.
“Make yourselves comfortable,” Tony says cordially, gesturing towards the couches in front of them. Bucky goes off to the side to pour a drink, and Thor’s eyes trail him carefully. “How do you feel about hypotheticals?”
Loki takes it upon himself to sit first, and you follow, tugging your husband along. Only when you’re both sitting does he reply.
“I find them fun to indulge in…” He trails off, grasping the glass that Bucky hands him, not even bothering to take a sip before he sets it down.
“Then indulge with us.” Bucky smiles, and within a blink of an eye everyone has guns pulled out on you.
The tension in the room is palpable, and Thor stands defensively in front of both you and Loki. The latter presses a small knife into your hand, before standing beside his brother.
“Let’s say you come in here,” Steve smiles, shrugging casually, his grip on his weapon firm. “As an invited guest of the Horsemen. You have the audacity to not drink the wonderful poison Pestilence has poured for you, so things have to get a little messier than intended.”
Tony is the one who continues. “We’re feeling creative, so we shoot you in the kneecaps, to make you helpless. We shoot your wife between the eyes to make it quick. Your brother, however, we make it slow. “ Thor’s whole body clenches tightly. “We get all the information out of him, about your home base, your arsenal, your men--”
“And then we kill him,” Bucky takes it up. “We let you go. You’re no threat, your empire belongs to us, and the most important people in your life are dead.”
“What would you do about it?” Steve finishes.
Thor stays quiet for a really long time. No one takes their eyes off of him, and he takes his time to look Tony, Steve, and Bucky straight in the eye. You wait with baited breath on just exactly he might do, ready to fight your way out if needed--if he wanted you to.
It’s when he presses his chest directly against the barrel of Tony’s gun that your breath hitches, and you scoot slightly towards him.
“I’d leave, and thank you for sparing my life,” Thor answers. “A year down the road, I’d have enough physical therapy to start walking again, with a cane most likely. I’d make it a nice one, lightweight but made of vibranium to give it leverage, with the names of who I lost engraved on the stem. Two years down the road, I have all of your whereabouts, your routines, your dealings, your accounts, all under the sole of my shoe.
“Year three, I let you know I’m co ming. But I make it slow. I take out the men around you, so you know I’m on my way, and when I finally get to you?” Thor steps closer, but Tony keeps his gun steady. “I incapacitate you with the head of my cane, just in the right spots of your kneecaps to make it irreversible. I shoot your girls in between the eyes to make it quick, and I kill Rhodey, Sam & Natasha slowly. For them to give me information I already know. When I’m done with them, I kill you all myself, but make sure to watch the life leave your eyes as your blood pools around my feet. The last bullet I’ll leave for myself.”
The standstill is unbearable. Thor’s confessions hang heavily within the air, and it doesn’t dissipate when Tony puts his gun away, the others following suit.
“Gosh, you’re morbid,” he chuckles. “And three years? Seems a little tedious.”
Everyone goes back to casual stances around the room, but Thor stays clenched in the same spot. Loki looks at him warily, and you notice the way the others see that he hasn’t calmed down.
You get up from your spot on the couch, dragging your hand across the back of his waist leisurely. That simply action causes him to deflate, and he watches you walk over to the Wives, who have a drink ready for you.
“Personally, I think their smartest plan was getting rid of me,” you declare, and laughs that resonate through the room.
“Getting rid of you? I was the one that they kept around for information,” Loki challenges.
“Mmm, maybe. But obviously they killed the biggest threat first.”
Thor looks at you fondly as everyone laughs again, watching you toast with Sekhmet, Kali & Hecate.
“As pleasant as this exchange has been,” he says, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Is there a reason you brought me here besides to threaten my wife and my brother?”
Kali nudges you on the shoulder, and you take the sign to walk up to him slowly. He presses you into him immediately, and watches as Tony approaches him with a glass of gin.
When Thor gives it a side glance, he merely rolls his eyes and takes a sip before handing it over. Your husband takes it gladly, but just before he’s about to take a sip, Tony’s words stop him.
