The Price Of Freedom Masterlist

The Price of Freedom Masterlist

Mobster!Steve Rogers x Mobster!Reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: You have been a weapon to the Russian Mafia for as long as you could remember. You were feared among the whole world but the Council killed your sister for betraying and breaking rules. Now, you want revenge and you want out of this world. Can Steve Rogers, the king of Brooklyn, help you escape?

Warnings: violence, fluff, angst, smut [18+], mentions of blood and torture, character deaths

Author’s Note: So I reread the past demon in the spoke and I honestly don’t like it. So! I’m redoing it! I really like this idea of trying to escape and they end up falling in love and so they escape together. Also, the reader is kinda based on John Wick… just female. 

*Indicates smut

chapter one: steve rogers 

chapter two: sam wilson

chapter three: natasha romanoff*

chapter four: t’challa and shuri 

chapter five: bucky barnes 

chapter six: bruce banner and scott lang

chapter seven: nick fury

chapter eight: thor

chapter nine: carol danvers

chapter ten: tony stark and peter parker

chapter eleven: home sweet home

Please make this a fic! 💕

Mechanic!Steve

gif by @beyondthefold

Pairing: SingleDad/Mechanic!Steve x Reader

Warnings:Fluff, mutual pining, Scott.

“So,” Steve drags the word out, a wide grin stretching his bearded face. Bright blue eyes glimmering with a heady combination of excitement and anticipation. “You think she’ll like it?” 

You tap your finger on your bottom lip and circle the table, eyeing the moving toy with a haughty air.

“Hmm,” you say, not giving anything away. 

“Aw cmon.” Steve bounces on his heels, reaching out to tap the button on its back. The cat’s mouth opens and out comes a stilted but adorable Jamie you’re my best friend. “That’s nice right?”

You shrug one shoulder, muttering a nonchalant huh, I guess, concealing your pride as you study the talking cat. 

Steve’s head drops back. “You’re killing me.” 

The sound of his frustrated groan breaks through your facade and you dissolve into laughter. His eyes snap to your face and he grins, shaking his head. “I knew you liked it.” 

Like it? You love it and you’re blown away. 

The man built a talking cat from scratch, all because he wants to give his daughter the cat she can’t have. Her allergies make it impossible for her to be in a room with a real one for more than five minutes.

So what does Steve do? Call his friends, a few supply shops and figure out how to build one himself. 

You didn’t think you could be more attracted to your boss, but watching him handcraft a toy for his daughter has made you fall for him even more. 

“It’s perfect,” you smile at him, unknowingly rendering the 6’3” mechanic silent for a few seconds. 

Steve’s still not used to how pretty you are. The way your face lights up whenever you’re happy sends him into a tailspin. You’re hypnotizing him and he can’t stop his gaze from dropping to your lips. “Yeah, perfect.”

Its clear he’s no longer referring to the toy. The air leaves your lungs and you can’t find the strength to take a breath in, your concentration, attention, the few brain cells remaining after his voice deepened all of it, centers on your handsome boss inching closer and closer to you, his fingers trailing across the table, stopping near your wrist. His cologne washes over you and your knees threaten to buckle. 

“I uh,” he starts, bending down so slowly you’re think you must be imagining it, but his lips are getting closer and oh god, you can’t take your eyes off them. “I just want to-” 

A sharp knock on his office door sends you flying back, your hands smoothing down your shirt in an attempt to hide your nerves. The door swings open a second later and Scott pops his head in. “Hey boss, I need your help with the McCellan account.” 

“Yeah, yeah I’ll be out in a second.” Steve says, waving him off. 

“I should get back to my desk,” you mumble, stepping back, eyes averting to the ground while heat floods your cheeks.

Steve sees your change in demeanor, his heart sinks. “Wait, we should talk-” 

You keep going, shouldering your way past Scott. “The toy looks great,” you toss back as you rush down the hall. “She’s going to love it.”

“Oh man, can I play with it?” Scott voice rings out, strolling to the table with a smirk on his face.

Steve looks over his head, watching you flee to your desk, a sardonic grin on his lips. “Damn it.”

“Oops.” Scott’s chagrined tone is accompanied by the sound of plastic snapping.

Steve closes his eyes, his head lolling back. “Scott?”

“Yes boss?”

“Get out.” 

“I don’t even blame you. I’d kick me out too,” Scott rambles. “Hey before I go, what are the chances that the new girl will give me her number?”

Jealousy sweeps across Steve so fast and suddenly he almost chokes on it. He turns, eyes narrowing.

“Yep, I’m going.” Scott laughs, patting Steve on the arm on his way out. “And I knew it.”

Before Steve can ask what he means by that, the door shuts in his face.

Steve looks over at the cat, his tail in two pieces by his back paw and sighs.

He was so close to finding out if your lips are as soft as they are in his dreams.

At least putting Jamie’s gift back together will keep his mind off of you. For a few minutes anyway.

Bad Romance Masterlist

Summary: In Brooklyn, everyone knows the unwritten rule: you don’t cross James Barnes. When you return after nearly half a decade, things are anything but the same. After the murder of your Uncle, you begin to learn that no one is who they say they are, and that you may have accidentally given your heart to a mobster; The White Wolf of Brooklyn. More dangerous than that, he’s given you his.

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: Heavy swearing, angst, mentions of murder, description of criminal activity, mafia references, description of injury, smoking, drinking, sexual references, smut. 18+ ONLY.

A/N: The mafia is something I’ve been obsessed with since I was about 13, so this is super exciting for me to write! Feedback is so, so appreciated. <3

    Prologue

1: Business is Booming

2: The Hand You’re Dealt

3: Guilty As Charged

4: Two Faced

5: What You Do To Me

6: The Beginning of The End

7: An Eye For An Eye

8: Lies and Consequence

9: Let It Burn

10: What Goes Up

more coming soon!

This is one of the cutest alpha!bucky stories I’ve read ❤️🥰🥺

Burning Rose

- https://kaunis-sielu.tumblr.com/post/678660178683559936/burning-rose

- https://kaunis-sielu.tumblr.com/post/678728517620465664/burning-rose-2

- https://kaunis-sielu.tumblr.com/post/678804524249513984/burning-rose-3

- https://kaunis-sielu.tumblr.com/post/678891772402909184/burning-rose-4

- https://kaunis-sielu.tumblr.com/post/678983954279317505/burning-rose-5

- https://kaunis-sielu.tumblr.com/post/679071555069837312/burning-rose-6

- https://kaunis-sielu.tumblr.com/post/679129027932553216/burning-rose-7

- https://kaunis-sielu.tumblr.com/post/679221718760521728/burning-rose-8

- https://kaunis-sielu.tumblr.com/post/679309687453351936/burning-rose-9

- https://kaunis-sielu.tumblr.com/post/679435481047498752/burning-rose-10

- https://kaunis-sielu.tumblr.com/post/679491404780732416/burning-rose-11

- https://kaunis-sielu.tumblr.com/post/679581389162790912/burning-rose-end

Mood

i have a lot of rage for someone who only stands 5'3". i have the anger of a 7-foot bodybuilder.

tonight is n o t the night :))))))))))

i'm that starfish from Finding Nemo, the one that goes, "TODAYYYY'S THE DAYYYYYYYYYY!"

This was so cute 🥰🥺

King in your story

Viking Chief!Bucky x Princess!Reader (One shot)

Run-through: Everyone in your father’s Kingdom knows that the Vikings often raid the castle’s warehouses. They take anything they want. Food, gold, weapons. Although they never seem to hurt your subjects. But you had had enough. Given your training, and your need to defend your Kingdom, your father agrees to let you trap the Vikings and bring them in for negotiation because this habit of theirs needs to be stopped. You hated the Vikings, and you thought you always would. Until the moment you met a pair of blue eyes which made your world stand still. Bucky was the Chief of his people; muscular, rough and tumble, and arrogant. Not to mention a shameless flirt, and he got on your nerves the most. But you knew it from the very day you laid eyes on his very handsome face that no matter how hard you tried, some part of you couldn’t fully hate him, nor resist him - even if he was the rival.

Themes: viking!bucky, smut, fluff, banter, somewhat enemies-to-lovers, princess!reader, slight angst

a/n: this was meant to be short, but then I got carried away.

They came in great numbers in the dark of the night, every fortnight, like invisible but brave ghosts with only one goal - to steal and get away flawlessly without anybody seeing them.

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