the thought of mafia Bucky being pussy whipped <3 he is the leader in every aspect of his life including in the bedroom but god forbid he leaves a pair of shoes out or something and you’re on his ass,,, man is fearing for his life
Its been a quiet afternoon, you’ve been waiting for your man ever since he texted you that he was on his way home. He’s bringing some associates for a meeting. You already set up his office with everything he likes by the time you hear him call out your name. Judging by the sound, he’s in the foyer. You stroll down the staircase to find him surrounded by several imposing men, all wearing various shades of black.
However, your gaze is immediately drawn to their feet, leaving footprints on your pristine floors. Bucky’s still wearing his shoes–about to walk in your home with them on. In fact, all the men are.
“No shoes inside the house.” You pause, narrowing your eyes as you deliberately drop your gaze to his feet and back up to his chagrined face. “James.”
You can see him fight the urge the shiver at your cold tone. His blue eyes widen slightly in a wordless plea to let him get away with this-just one time.
No. No you will not.
“You know the rules.”
Someone behind him scoffs but whatever he was going to say fizzles into a soft cough when Bucky’s head snaps around and he levels him with a glare. Your mobster is naturally terrifying so the undercurrent of fear darkening his blue eyes have the men looking at you in a new light.
Bucky Barnes fears no one.
Or so they thought.
And if you’re scary enough to have the 6'5" mafia boss toeing off his Italian loafers, they’re not going to risk being on the receiving end of your wrath either.
You saunter down the steps, watching with a smug smirk as they remove their shoes and shuffle past you.
Reaching out, you grab Bucky by the arm and pull him towards you. Standing up on your tiptoes, you slide your hand up past his throat to cup his bearded chin.
And you say the two words guaranteed to make him punish you when his meeting is over.