𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 and 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 for 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲. There is a mix of 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 and 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 in this collection. All of these stories are posted on my Tumblr and AO3 as well.
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— Summary; How you and Bucky go to sleep and how you and Bucky wake up. — Warnings;NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, dub-con, mob/mafia business, mention of violence, alcohol consumption, pet names, oral (male receiving), cum swallowing, mention of bodily fluids. — Originally posted; April 19 2022
Nights:
It was becoming late in the night, and you couldn't find the peace to go to sleep—tossing and turning in the luxurious bed you laid in. The comfort of the sheets—safe and warm against your naked skin, usually made you fall asleep right away, but there was a key element missing, and that was your husband, Bucky, by your side.
Yes, James Buchanan Barnes, the feared and dangerous mobster boss in all of New York City. That was the man you shared a bed with, that was the man you shared your life with, and he was currently staring out the window at the city lights from the 40th floor of the building that was your home.
He was still fully clothed—velvet pants and white button-down tucked into the waistband. A glass of whiskey in hand, the other placed in his pocket. He was deep in thought as he observed the city he owned.
"Bucky, come to bed, please; it's late, babe."
His head shook no as he took a big swig of his drink, hissing as the alcohol burned his tongue.
"They're plotting against me; my enemies, I know it. They want to challenge me; they want to take away everything I own—including the one thing I hold dearest to my heart."
With being the mob boss, threats and danger from his rivals and enemies lingered behind every corner of his life, wanting to destroy him and take away all he possessed, including you—his most prized possession.
His love.
His life.
Your head hung low as you exhaled a sigh in both annoyance and sadness that he could never get a moment of peace without having these intrusive thoughts darkening his mind.
"Bucky..."
His name fell so soft from your lips as you got up from your side of the bed and padded over to where he was standing, looking over his domain. You circled your arms around his clothed torso, resting your cheek on his muscular back as you squeezed him with the strength you had.
The tension in his muscles relaxed as he felt your love and comfort engulf him. His available hand came to rest on your grip on him. Like this, you stood for a moment before you broke the silence.
