Born In Flames || Chapter Six

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Run These Streets {2} || street racer!Bucky

Bucky Masterlist || Part One Summary: You are caught reminiscing on how you met Bucky all those years ago. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, mutual masturbation, oral (f rec) WC: 1.9k

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The day you met Bucky was one you would never forget. It was the first day at your new school and you had sat uncomfortably in a squeaky vinyl chair while the well past retirement aged receptionist printed your schedule. The paper posters pinned to the cork boards around the room had started to shake as a deep, throaty roar rolled past the front door. 

Your feet were moving before you could stop them and you didn’t even take the steps as you jumped to the curb to spot a sleek Camaro pulling into the student parking. Another driver honked their horn as you crossed the driveway without looking and you waved an apology as you reached the car that held you captivated. 

“You must be new.” 

You thought the car was beautiful but the guy driving it was a dream and you almost forgot how to speak when he struck you with azure eyes that matched the car perfectly. 

“Uh…” You stammered and swore internally at yourself as his smile grew.

“I’d remember seeing you around here. I’m James,” he said as he held his hand out, “but everyone calls me Bucky.”

“Barnes, you're gonna get another slip if you’re late!” A blond boy called out as the bell rang. 

Ignoring his friend, he leant against the back of his car and swung his keys around his finger. “Do you drive?”

“Yeah,” you laughed as you bit your lip, “I drive alright, nothing as nice as this. She’s a z28 right?”

“Ah, she speaks and she knows cars.” He chuckled. “77 z28.”

“That’s too bad.” You smirked, turning as you saw the receptionist opening the door looking for you. Crossing the road you found Bucky at your side, his forehead frowning in confusion. “68 was the best year.”

“Meet me back here after school and I’ll show you why you’re wrong.” He challenged. 

Tugging the straps of your backpack you knew you shouldn’t but you found yourself nodding anyway as the final bell rang to get to homeroom. “You’re on.” 

“You’re gonna be trouble.” Bucky shook his head with a smile as he walked away backwards. “I just know it.”

It didn’t take a lot of probing to find out about Bucky, in fact most of the girls gossiped about him so loudly you didn’t have to even ask them. Through your first two periods you had found out his mother had passed away the year before and his father was in the army, working at the base just out of the city. He was a year above you, a Senior, and his sister was a freshman.

The dark haired boy was still on your mind even as you headed into fourth period, driver’s ed. You had lined up patiently with the other students, flicking through the pages of a book as you waited, when a familiar voice called out from a classroom window. 

“Hey, doll!” Bucky shouted, half a dozen females - including you - turning to look at him. “You, trouble. Thought you said you could drive?”

The student practice car had just come to a stop after parallel parking in front of you and the instructor hopped out with a smile on his face. “Good work. Miss Y/L/N, you’re up.”

You slipped the book in your bag and smiled at Bucky. “I never said I had a licence.”

His smile was breathtaking and you buckled into the carseat, feeling his eyes burning through the dinged panelling of the Toyota Corolla. “I’m sorry for what I am about to put you through.”

The instructor laughed as if you were joking but you had already mapped the track before the first driver had even dropped their handbrake. You probably wouldn’t have been so ostentatious or reckless if Bucky wasn’t watching but you wanted to show off to the handsome guy. Revving the engine, you tested the reaction time between pumping the gas and seeing the tachometer jump. 

“Alright so you want to ease off the gas and first push down the clutch and put it in first gear.”

“The clutch?” You feigned innocence as you pushed it in. “That’s this one right?”

You dropped the clutch as you put your foot to the gas and squealed with laughter as the car shot forward, quickly changing to second, then third as the instructor grabbed at the door handle. You were fast approaching the bright orange cones that navigated the right hand hairpin turn so you went in tight before twisting the wheel and ripping the handbrake to swing the ass of the Corolla around the outside of the corner. 

“Stop the car!” Your instructor shouted. “Park the goddamn car!”

You were heading back to the start and looked over at the man’s pale face. “Whatever you say.”

You didn’t like how the car had handled the first corner, the handbrake worn out by hundreds of students, so as you approached the parallel parking cones that you had started from you clutch kicked the car into a spin. Adrenaline coursed through your veins faster than the gas had flooded the four cylinders of the cars engine as you came to a stop within the cones.

The instructor leant over the gearbox and turned the engine off before ripping the keys from the ignition, still looking ready to vomit. You couldn’t help antagonising the man since you figured he would already need therapy to ever teach another student. “So did I pass?”

He couldn’t even look at you as he pointed to the door. “Detention. Now.”

“Yes, sir.” You sighed, a little deflated until you stepped out and heard Bucky whooping and cheering from his classroom, his teacher trying to calm him down.

“James, that’s your final warning. Detention. Now!”

“Where’s that pretty little head at?” Bucky asked as he stroked your cheek. “Almost had to send out a search party.”

You blinked away the memory and kissed his chest that you laid on before snuggling closer. “I was just thinking about when we met. God I was stupid, showing off to get your attention.”

Bucky’s loud laughter filled the room. “It worked. You had me hooked, doll. I knew you were so far out of my league, I was just happy to have a crumb of your attention. Still am.”

“Hooked or happy to have a crumb of my attention?”

“Both, baby.” He grinned, his hands slipping down beneath the blankets and over your bare skin. “The problem with a crumb is it leaves me absolutely ravenous.”

“You’ve got a race tonight.” You sighed longingly as his fingers teased between your legs. “It’s important that you keep up your hydration and sustenance, can’t have a low sugar level delaying your reflexes.”

“You’re right.” He said as he peppered kisses across your skin, inching his way down your body. “I should definitely eat.”

Bucky smiled slyly from where he lay between your legs, teasing you with his tongue until your legs were trembling and you were ready to combust before he stood up. “So did you want toast or cereal for breakfast?”

“Bucky…” You growled, throwing his pillow square in his face that struggled to contain his amusement.

“What?” He shrugged innocently. “Something you need, doll?”

“For god sake, get back here and finish what you started before I take matters into my own hands.”

He sucked his bottom into his mouth and you watched his erection twitch at the thought before he took a seat in the practice racing seat across the room. “Go on then, baby, lemme see.”

Your blood was like lava and the only way to cool your heated body was to ease the throbbing ache between your legs. To start with, you couldn’t even look Bucky in the eyes, closing them as you spread your legs. A deep groan drifted across the room as you licked your middle fingers and glided them over your clit, the edge of release coming back from the shadows it had receded to with the interruption. 

“That's it, baby girl, show me what you like.” Bucky moaned and you looked down your body to see him stroking his cock where he sat. “Tell me what you’re imagining.”

“You.” You moaned and pushed two fingers into your dripping pussy. “The way your tongue feels when you eat me, how full I feel when you fuck me. Fuck, please Bucky…”

“Holy shit.” Bucky moaned as he pumped even harder, determined to come when you did as you pumped your fingers in and out of your sopping cunt, the wet sounds slapping against your palm. “You’re so fucking sexy, show me how you come all over those fingers, baby.”

Your back arched and rolled your hips against your hand, your legs threatening to close as your entire body shuddered and you cried out in ecstasy. You opened your eyes as you heard the delicious sound Bucky makes when he comes and felt another wave of pleasure roll along your spine at the sight before you. Bucky’s hand held a death grip on his cock as creamy ropes of cum painted his tensed abs, his lips parted as he panted through the strong pulses of his release. 

“Wow.” You chuckled happily as you let your bent knees fall away and enjoyed the rush of endorphins sending you on a high. “That’s one way to wake up.”

The bed dipped as Bucky bent down to kiss you, his tongue still holding the notes of your flavour as it danced with yours. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled back and pouted when you saw he had wiped away his cum with a shirt of his. “I wanted to taste you.”

“Later, I promise.” He grinned. “Right now, I need to make my best girl breakfast.”

“Shit.” You swore as you saw the time. “We still need to go over the course. You cook while I set up the simulation.”

“I’ve done it a million times this week.” He rolled his eyes.

“And you will do it once more.”

Bucky didn’t argue and after you had both eaten, you placed him back in the converted racing game chair in his room. Your laptop was hooked up to the electronics and the gears, pedals and steering wheel were all calibrated to his Camaro so it would be just like he was driving his own car virtually.

You were watching the angles of the turns and paused the simulation. “You keep undercutting that corner.”

“It will be fine once I’m there.” Bucky brushed it off. “I could do it with my eyes closed.”

“Do it again.” You shook your head. “With your eyes closed.”

You stood behind him and covered his eyes with your hands, your voice guiding him. “90 degrees right in 3, 2, 1. Steady straight until my count - 120 degrees left in 3, 2, 1. Good.”

You removed your hands and he looked up with a-told-you-so smile before he grabbed you and pulled you onto his lap. “I think I deserve a kiss.”

“Next you’ll want me to give you gold stars.” You teased as your lips hovered over his. “Want me to tell you what a good boy you are?”

His cock stirred and you quirked an eyebrow as he looked equally stunned. “Well, now I do.”

Born In Flames || Chapter Seven, Part One

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Being the daughter of a mafia boss was hard enough growing up. You got out and made a new life for yourself as a bartender only to be sucked in when your old man made a bad deal and he thinks you need protection. Enter Bucky Barnes, your new bodyguard and roommate.

Warnings: Minor character deaths, non-con (no explicit details, just mentions), blood, torment, slight disassociation, kidnapping

Word Count: Both chapters together are a bit over 5K

Authors Note: So this chapter got dark, and long. So it’s split up into two parts. I’m putting the same warnings on both parts as well, though the second part is slightly less dark but still heavy.

Born In Flames Masterlist

Part Two

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You were cold. Freezing, actually.

Stripped down to the bare minimum clothing, every week being used to send photos.

Pierce hadn’t stepped foot inside the cabin since then. Men were stationed all around it, though only two would stay inside with you.

To say all pride went out of the window was an understatement. You didn’t get to use the bathroom with the door closed. Sleeping in a bed? Not allowed. You were only given an oversized shirt to sit around in.

They didn’t care about you. They cared about the check and making their boss proud.

And every week, Bucky and Michael grew more and more frustrated with the lack of findings. Michael kept reminding Bucky that he needed to calm down due to his surgery. He was still healing but he was going nuts without you. The only solace he found was every Saturday when a photo of you would be sent. It was marked with the date, a piece of paper that you held. Each week, there were new bruises and cuts on your skin. Each week, Bucky found a new reason to rage. He wanted to make them all feel the pain they were putting you in.

On the business side of things, Pierce was using you as leverage to get a hold of all of Michael’s dealings. The trading, the drugs, the guns, all of it. Michael tried to fight back but he learned early on that if he did, you received the brunt of it. He was sent videos of you being beaten, called names, tears streaming down your face.

Bucky broke the door when he saw it. His fist went through to the other side.

He had been staying at your place since then, even talking to Miss Liz every morning. He gave her some lie about how you were off visiting family and you weren’t sure how long you’d be gone. She accepted it, though she was probably too stoned to even think farther on it since you told her once that you don’t speak to your family anymore.

Weeks turned to months, the snow hitting hard. Each morning Bucky woke to see your paintings that sat on the shelf, his phone still not being sent any good messages. They tried to track your phone but it was off, probably broken and left on the side of some highway. They tried to track the photos but nothing seemed to come up and Pierce’s men were smart about where they drove. They knew when they were followed.

Michael started not to trust any of his men except Bucky. He thought Jasper was just a single rat but now that Glen had become one, he didn’t know who he could talk to.

So he talked to Bucky. The two of them tried to figure everything out. Hiring detectives was not an option, especially in the mafia business.

Currently you sat on the end of the couch, curled up around yourself. The men had already done unspeakable things to you. Things you never thought you would be worried about. Both men in the house had forced themselves on you time and time again. You taught yourself how to not be in that moment. To lose yourself in your head and not think about the man between your legs.

You thought about Bucky. When you slept, when you were awake, you thought of him. The few hours he held you while you slept. The way he held your face after the first shooting and how he took care of your ear. The way he allowed you to cry against him after your nightmares. He never once got angry with you. He dealt with your moods and the stupid guard dog name you gave him. You wished you could take it back, to tell him he was more than a guard dog just once more. He was kind and gentle, even allowing you to touch the arm he hated so much.

It was a Saturday, and you knew it. Stanley, the other man who was at the house with you and Glen/Matthew, got up from his chair and pulled out a switchblade from his pocket.

“New orders. I guess Michael isn’t listening very well,” he smirked, taking a seat next to you. Glen pulled up a wooden chair and sat in front of you, phone out and ready to record.

You were ready for the punches, the spitting, the raping. But when the knife slid against your skin, your eyes widened. “D-don’t,” you whispered, your voice broken. Your left eye was black and there was another dark bruise along your lip where it had been previously busted open.

Stanley chuckled darkly and pushed the metal into your skin, causing you to yelp in pain. You tried to pull away but Stanley’s free hand reached up and gripped your throat. “Stay still,” he spoke.

You squeezed your eyes shut as blood started to drip down the side of your thigh. Words started to appear, letter after letter, as you whispered in pain.

New Years.

Michael had until New Years to sign over everything or else you would be killed.

What Michael didn’t know was that they planned on killing you regardless. Everything that happened between Alexander and your mother was put onto you. A woman who was only a baby when she left him. A woman who didn’t want to be a part of the mafia at all.

Glen/Matthew zoomed in on the blood before your face, then shut the video off. Stanley gave your already wounded cheek a slap before getting up. “Go clean yourself up.”

Slowly you stood up, holding your breath as your thigh stung. The carving wasn’t super, super deep, but it didn’t stop bleeding for a few minutes. Making your way into the bathroom, you stepped inside of the bathtub and sat on the edge. Running the water, you hissed as it touched the open wounds. Tears fell as you tried to contain yourself.

All you wanted was to be home, curled up in bed with your bad television shows and unhealthy snacks. You wanted Bucky to be there and laugh as you made some silly joke. God, you missed that laugh. He didn’t laugh enough in the time you two had and you knew now he wouldn’t even smile. You didn’t have to be psychic for that.

Once it was as clean as it was going to get, you grabbed a cloth from the linen closet and held it against your thigh. You couldn’t find any gauze or bandages, so an old washcloth would have to do the trick. You just hoped you wouldn’t get an infection. Who knew where that knife had been before.

You sat back down on the couch and stared at the floor, disassociating once more. You often found yourself doing it to calm your mind. Crying gave you a headache and if you could get lost in some world in your mind where you were happy, then that’s how it had to be.

Back in Brooklyn, Bucky and Michael were sitting in his office when the video message came through. Michael opened up the email on his laptop and Bucky leaned down beside him.

The moment they saw you, how you screamed in pain, Bucky was ready to tear the office apart in rage. The metal plates on his arm whirred as he tried to compose himself. They were used to seeing your face beaten and bruised, but they hadn’t carved into you like that. A message was being sent through your skin.

Underneath the video was a little explanation about Michael handing everything over before New Years.

This was the last straw.

Bucky stormed out despite Michael calling out to him.

It was an unspoken rule not to go to the mafia bosses house. Every mafia boss adhered to it.

But Bucky wasn’t the mafia boss.

And he was about to use all of his training to get you back.

It took a few days to plan out, and by now you had been stuck in that cabin for six long months. He could tell by the photos and videos that they weren’t feeding you properly. You were nearly skin and bones. He devised a plan and decided to carry it out on his own. Even if he was killed, he just couldn’t sit around and do nothing while you suffered.

At about one am, Bucky found himself creeping around the outside of Pierce’s home. He had disabled all of the cameras so it didn’t alert anyone of movement before slipping inside. Did Pierce really not have any guards around? How stupid was he? Bucky lurked in the shadows of the home, only seeing one guard pass through a hall. Using a gun with a silencer, he shot the man and grabbed him before he could make a thud. Shoving him into a closet, Bucky then kept going through before finding Alexander's bedroom. Pushing the door open, he whipped out his gun and pointed it right at the man.

“Where is she?” Bucky asked, stepping inside.

Pierce didn’t seem phased, setting his book down and pulling off his glasses. “Didn’t hear you come in. Smart, I suppose. But did you really think this would be the best course of action? One simple call and she could be dead before you even try to pull the trigger.”

Bucky aimed at the nightstand, shooting the phone that sat there before aiming it back at Alexander. Pierce sighed and stood, though Bucky didn’t move.

“It’s nice that you’ve come to save her but you’ll never actually find her. I’m not dumb enough to keep her here. And good luck trying to find her in any of my properties. It will take far too long,” Pierce chuckled.

Bucky stared at him, trying to figure out his game. Was he trying to kill time? Distract him? Quickly the gun pointed down and he shot Pierce’s arm.

Apparently Pierce didn’t actually think Bucky would shoot by the way he looked at the man.

“You’re nothing but a coward,” he said as he gripped the old man's neck. “You’re going to take me to her or I’ll make sure you don’t leave this room alive.”

Pierce tried to pull away but Bucky gripped tighter. Pressing the barrel of the gun to his head, Bucky glared.

“Okay…I’ll take you,” Pierce said, holding his hands up.

Bucky watched him for a moment, trying to see if Pierce was going to try anything, but he pushed him to the door and kept his gun pressed to the back of his head the entire time.

Pierce led them to the garage and got in one of his expensive cars. Bucky sat in the passenger seat, never wavering his aim as Pierce drove. Anytime the man spoke, Bucky would quickly tell him to shut it. He had nothing left to hear. All he wanted was to hear you and make sure you were alive.

Pierce only hoped that his men were stationed where they were supposed to be. Five on one wouldn’t be too hard for them to get a good shot at Bucky, right?

Right?

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@dilemmaontwolegs This! Is so funny to me 😭😭

hiya love!!

a bucky x reader idea i think you’d pull off with your amazing writing 😘

i thought of it in 2 different au’s, one more regency type and one that’s mafia/mob (personally leaning more towards mafia). the reader is currently in an arranged marriage with a husband who has gambled all their money away and now is in debt with the wrong people (aka buck).

the twist in this is that bucky and the winter solider are a split personality and often switch between the two. winter deals with the more gory and dirty work of leading the mafia and bucky deals with the parts such as mingling, the business deals, etc. winter is willing to forgive the husbands debt in exchange for the reader. reader pretty much hates her husband and while she’s scared to meet the head of the mafia and essentially become his property, she slowly learns about bucky and winter and grows to love them both and gets treated as the queen she deserves.

Thank you nonnie! This is such a cool idea and was so fun to write ❤️ I hope you enjoy it!

Two Minds, One Body || Mafia!Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, mafia typical threat of violence, could be considered dark! to start with since it's technically kidnapping and then technically cheating WC: 4.4k ... I got carried away

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You stared blankly at the cashier wondering if this was some sort of sick joke. “Try it again, something is obviously wrong with your system.”

“I’m sorry ma’am, your card has been declined.” She said as she handed the card back. “Insufficient funds.”

You could feel the judgement radiating off the people in the line behind you and your face flushed with embarrassment, this had never happened before. Swiping the card from her fingers you stormed out of the grocery store and already had your phone to your ear.

Your heart stilled as the bank manager repeated what the previous person had already told you, but you still couldn’t believe it. You wouldn’t normally be so rude but your life was crumbling apart and you just didn’t have the capacity to be polite at that moment. With shaking hands you hung up and pounded your fist into the steering wheel with a scream.

“Hey Siri, call Asshole.”

“Calling Asshole.”

You buckled your seatbelt across you as the dial tone filled the speakers in the car and you were merging with traffic as the call connected to your husbands phone.

“How the fuck could you go and do that!” You screamed as he answered.

“Look, it’s fine, I’m sorting it out.”

“It’s fine?” You laughed humorlessly. “I couldn’t buy our damn groceries! That’s not fine! If my parents knew-”

“You’re parents don’t give a fuck about you. Shit, they couldn’t get rid of you fast enough. Who do you think arranged this marriage?” He sneered. “Look, I’ve got to go, I’m a bit busy to deal with your shit too. Just don’t go home if you like living, not until I get this guy's money back.”

Your car slammed to a stop as four blacked out SUVs closed in around you and panic gripped your throat. Traffic honked their horns as the road was blocked but they soon fell silent as the doors opened and men piled out. The last one that stepped out held himself differently from the rest and he leisurely buttoned his suit jacket as if the city ran on his schedule.

“Who else’s money did you piss away?” You whispered only to find the call had been disconnected and you felt the blood draining from your face.

You couldn’t move as your car idled and the man stalked his way towards you, eyes hidden by the designer sunglasses he wore. He looked like he was better suited to walking a runway than the dirty streets of New York but there he was making his way closer to you, the flash of a gun peeking from his hip with every step until he came to a stop beside your door. His knuckles rapped on your window and you trembled as you wondered whether you could just not open the door, maybe you would wake up from this nightmare any second.

“This will go a lot smoother if you just open the door, doll.” He said as he pulled his sunglasses off and pierced you with his ice blue eyes.

Your fingers turned the key and the engine fell silent before you slipped them between your knuckles. You tried to gather every ounce of courage you had as you unlocked the door and he pulled it open, his other hand offered out to you. You brushed it aside and stepped out yourself, ignoring the smirk he held when he saw your keys like a spiked knuckle duster in your fist.

“You have more guts than that poor excuse of a man you married.” He said with a Brooklyn accent.

“A slug has more guts than him.” You fired back.

His laugh was echoed by his guards but he was the one that held you captive and his smile disarmed you. You hadn’t expected the infamous New York mob boss to be so charming, or young for that matter. Most you had seen in the news were old men, well past their prime.

His hand unfurled your fist and took your keys, tossing them to one of his men before his hand came to rest on your lower back, guiding you to his Lincoln. “Let’s go for a ride.”

“That’s not a question is it?”

His lips tipped up as he looked down at you and he shook his head. “No, you have no choice in what happens from here.”

The charm was gone in an instant and the chilling dread seeped back in your bones as he held his door open for you, hand urging you to move with the promise he had the strength to throw you inside if you didn’t move. Stepping up into the luxury SUV left his hand sliding down over your ass and you swore you heard him inhale sharply before his touch was gone.

“Where to, Mr Barnes?”

His eyes flicked to yours before he looked back to the rearview mirror his driver was facing and waiting for an answer. “Home.”

You watched the driver's eyebrows pinch together but he didn't say anything as he pulled away from the street, letting the traffic resume behind him.

“You should put your seatbelt on, doll.” Mr Barnes said as he looked over your body.

“At this point I don’t see what difference it makes.” You sighed, resigned to your fate. “I’m not stupid, I have heard the stories about you Mr Barnes. I figure I am dead either way.”

He sighed and reached over your body, his rich cologne filling your senses as he grabbed your belt and buckled it in. “You can call me Bucky.”

“I could call you a lot of things.” You whispered under your breath as you turned to watch the busy streets go by, slowly finding the city giving way to the more open landscape of Upstate New York. “You know, if you are planning on using me to get your money back it won’t work.”

“And why is that?” Bucky asked curiously, having watched you the entire length of the journey.

“He doesn’t care about me.” You broke away from where you had been watching his reflection in your window and looked him dead in the eye. “He is probably glad to see me gone.”

His eyes stared into yours, almost inhumanly still as they tried to draw the thoughts straight from your head. “You actually believe that.”

“Our parents arranged our marriage, it wasn’t something we, well I, had any choice in.” You turned back to the window, unable to hold his intense stare any longer and silence fell back over the car as you wondered where the Eastern European lilt suddenly came from.

The convoy of cars pulled up at an impressive set of gates and it was the only way you could see where you were heading as the rest was hidden by high brick walls that surrounded the property. The driveway seemed impossibly long as it snaked through a woodland that seemed straight out of A. A. Milne's stories and you found your breath misting up the window as you leant in to have a closer look.

You looked back at Bucky to see if he was as enamoured by the view as you were but he was busy typing away on his phone, probably desensitised to the sight since it was his home. You were caught watching him and the way he bit his lip as he concentrated on whatever message or email he was composing that you missed the first impression of seeing his home come into view.

“I thought you were enjoying the scenery.” He murmured without looking up from his phone and you startled as you spun your head to turn away only to find the car coming to a stop outside the grand home.

“Holy shit.” You whispered at the sight. “I imagined you would be taking me to a damp warehouse with chains hanging from the rafters.”

He barked a laugh as he pocketed his phone. “I can always arrange that for you, kukolka.”

You weren’t imagining the change in his accent this time and you were still left sitting in the car confused when he made it to your side and opened the door. “I have business to take care of. Get out.”

You hit the red button on the buckle and scrambled out of the car at the sharp tone, looking around the empty pathway and deciding whether you should make an attempt to run or not.

“The closest neighbour is 32 miles in that direction.” Bucky said as he pointed to the west. “The dogs would track you before you even got halfway there, that is if the guards on perimeter duty didn’t shoot you first.”

You swallowed at the thought and let the idea of running fall into the recesses of your mind. “Why did you bring me here?”

His eyes seemed to darken as he chewed that lip of his once again. “I don’t know.”

He turned on his heel and made his way up the stone steps, a snap of his fingers urging you to catch up and you eyed the rolling green pasture once more before following him. You nearly lost him as he turned down a hall but his voice called your name and you turned the corner to find him in a large open kitchen that was almost bigger than your house.

“Drink?” He asked as he opened a cabinet lined with spirits.

“Why not.” You shrugged and took a seat in front of him. “How much does he owe you?”

Bucky placed a cocktail in front of you, not even asking what you preferred but somehow getting it right. “10.”

“Thousand?”

“Million.”

You choked on your drink at the thought of trying to pay it back. “Why the hell would you loan someone $10 million!”

He shrugged. “Because I can.”

You emptied your drink in two gulps and slid the glass back to him, begging him to refill it as you dropped your head to the cool marble countertop. “What a business model.”

“It’s money laundering, doll, sometimes we lose.”

“Boohoo, you lost some money.” You mocked as the alcohol hit your empty stomach. “I’m the one probably going to lose my life because of it.”

“Not many people would dare mock me, kukolka.” He said as he rounded the island and spun your bar stool around to cage you between it and his body. “Are you fearless or stupid?”

“It would be stupid to be fearless.” His lips tipped up at your wise words and he decided you definitely were not stupid but you certainly were brave as you leant in closer so your lips were almost touching his skin. “You can launder money digitally without losing.”

“And how would you do that?”

“If I tell you, there’s no reason to keep me alive.” You said as you leant back and grabbed your drink, taking a sip as he tried to determine if you were lying or not.

“I can think of a few reasons to keep you alive, kukolka.”

The lick of his lips sent your heart racing and for the first time it wasn’t in fear. Your legs tried to close to give you some friction but you found Bucky had stepped between them and he smirked as he felt them twitch against his thighs.

“Bucky?” You asked breathlessly, placing your glass down with a trembling hand.

“Call me Winter.”

Your head tipped to the side as you saw the shade of blue darker than before. The frown lines disappeared as the colder personality came to the surface. It made sense now, Bucky was the charming businessman, Winter was anything but. Still, the passive face and the cold eyes set something alight within you and you couldn’t deny the fact it was something you had imagined you would have with your husband but it never came.

“Winter.” You tasted his name on your tongue, enjoying the way his eyes followed your lips as they moved.

The moment hung as he stared at your lips and you could hardly breathe as you waited for him to make his choice and much to your disappointment he stepped back, his eyes fading back to the paler blue.

“How many people know?” You asked as he ran a hand through his dark hair and refilled his glass.

“No one.” He growled, emptying the drink in one breath and throwing the glass to shatter against the wall. “Fuck!”

He grabbed your arm and you had to almost run to keep up with his pace as he climbed the staircase and led you down another hall. He reached into his pocket as he stopped outside a door and unlocked it, pushing it open and shoving you inside before closing it. The sound of the lock echoed around the huge silent room and you sighed as you leant back against the door, the small bump on the other side letting you know he was mirroring your pose.

“Your secret is safe with me, Bucky.” You said since you were sure he was listening. “I have no one to tell even if I wanted to anyway.”

His footsteps retreated down the hall and you were left to explore the room you had been confined to.

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The door creaked open and a slither of light illuminated your dark room before the door closed once again, his barely audible footsteps padding across the room to where you lay. You hadn’t been able to bring yourself to climb into the enormous bed for fear of it swallowing you whole and getting lost in the mountain of pillows, opting to curl up on the loveseat instead. It didn't matter, you couldn’t get to sleep anyway.

“You should be asleep, kukolka, it’s late.” Winter murmured as he snaked his arms under you and carried you to the bed.

“I’m in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by armed men that I don’t know or trust.” You replied with a stifled yawn. “I can’t sleep.”

“No one here will hurt you, I promise.” He said as he laid you down on the soft sheets and climbed in beside you. “I’ll make sure of that.”

“What about Bucky?” You asked quietly as you rolled on your side to face him.

“He doesn’t want you harmed.”

“That’s not the same thing.”

Winter had been coming to your room every night since you arrived here and sometimes he would even use your bathroom to wash away the blood that caught under his nails. You never asked him about it and he never offered but you knew he was who the stories were about, the mob boss who was ruthless and cutthroat, it was Winter. For some reason he never scared you as he sat quietly in the corner of your room, watching you sleep only to disappear before you woke. This was the first night he joined you in your bed.

“How long am I going to be kept here?” You asked as you watched his chest slowly rise and fall while he stared at the dark chandelier. “He’s never going to be able to pay back the $10 million he owes, if that’s what you are waiting for.”

“I know.” His hair fell over his face as he turned to face you and you brushed it back so you could see his eyes even in the low light, they somehow glowed.

“So what, I am just your prisoner here until you get bored of me.”

His eyes hardened and his hand reached out to cup your cheek, the slight pressure ensuring you couldn’t look away even if you wanted. “You think of this as your prison?”

You sighed and shook your head, in all honesty it was more like living at a luxury resort. You were catered for by an amazing chef, spent your days beside the pool with a book from the vast library and occasionally had a visit from Winter or Bucky. Everyone else left you alone, barely even making eye contact with you as they roamed the mansion with their rifles hanging from their shoulders. That was the only thing that left you ill at ease.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” You said as your cheek warmed under his touch. “I just miss reality, I miss going out. Don’t get me wrong, the clothes you bought me are lovely but…”

You looked at the closet that was full of designer clothes that had arrived the day after you had, they were expensive and pretty but there was nothing comfortable. You thought you had offended Winter when he rose from your bed and left the room, his absence making it even darker than before, and you wanted to follow with an apology. With a heavy sigh you fell back into the pillows and threw one over your head.

It wasn’t until the pillow was ripped away that you found Winter standing over you with a pair of grey sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt in his hands. “I want you to be comfortable here.”

You sat up and took the clothes with a smile. “Thank you, Win.”

“Win?”

“You don’t like it? I figured you have your nickname for me, I should have one for you.”

“I’ve never had a nickname before.” He said as his head tilted slightly to the side, his tell when he was confused, much like Bucky’s frown lines.

“Well, now you do. Close your eyes.”

He didn’t follow your order but you weren’t surprised. There was no one that could give Winter or Bucky an order, they would only do something if they wanted to. Grabbing the silk hem of the Victoria’s Secret nightgown you had been given you pulled it over your head and replaced it with Winter’s shirt. The cotton was soft and it held a hint of his scent as well as the fresh linen scent the housekeepers used doing the laundry.

“Are you going to come back in?” You asked as he stayed frozen beside your bed, jaw ticking as he clenched it.

“Probably not a good idea.”

Your fingers played with the edge of the shirt that barely covered your thighs, the hint of your lace panties peeking out the bottom with every little movement as desire pooled in your core. “Please.”

The word had barely left your lips before he captured them with his own. You fell back into the pillows with a sigh as he pushed you back to graze his teeth down your neck.

“I can’t be gentle, kukolka, I just need to feel you.” Winter growled low in your ear.

“I don’t want you to be gentle.” You moaned as his fingers brushed your panties aside and slipped between your slick folds. “I want you to fuck me.”

You gasped as he ripped the material away and pushed a second finger in curling them up as he palmed over your clit, soft moans escaping your parted lips. Your hands worked through the first two buttons before your patience ran out and you tore his shirt open, the white buttons getting lost among the sheets. The soft moonlight gave you just enough light to see the defined muscles that shaped his body and you dragged your nails down the hard planes as he tensed beneath your touch.

“Sorry about your shirt.”

Your hand dipped beneath his pants and his breath hissed as your fingers wrapped around his hard length, a moan quickly following. “No you’re not.”

Your touch was failing as his fingers brought you closer to bliss and you instead tried to focus on freeing him from his pants, the expensive material finally falling away and he crawled onto the bed. His fingers never let up as he knelt between your legs, and he sat back on his heels as nudged your legs wider to watch his effect on you. His eyes were almost black as he watched his fingers disappearing into your core and you pushed your shirt up to your neck to massage your breasts, teasing him as you teased yourself.

“Fuck, kukolka, I have to take you.” He moaned as you pinched and rolled your nipples, his fingers disappearing a second before his head split your folds and buried himself inside you.

Your head tipped back with a cry at the sudden fullness and your fingers clawed at his chest for some purchase. His body echoed yours, head falling back and back arching so he pushed even deeper within you, stretching you with a delicious burn that left you wanting more. You barely had time to adjust to his size before he was slamming his hips against yours and pushing your knees to your chest.

“Yesyesyes.” You cried as your cunt clenched around him, teetering on the edge of bliss. “Oh god, please don’t stop, Win.”

“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me.” He groaned as you tightened under his touch, his thumb slipping between you to press against your bundle of nerves.

You were so far gone that his thumb pushed you over the edge, your head spinning as your body was thrown to the clouds to drift weightlessly as he rode through your orgasm. A growl of pure masculinity tore from his throat as your pussy gripped him and you felt the warmth of his cum fill you but still he didn’t stop. He let your knees fall away so he could get closer to you, pressing his chest to yours and tracing your jaw with his soft lips. Your fingers laced in his hair and your tongue danced with his as he slowed his furious pace to longer, slower strokes that almost left you empty before he filled you again.

When he pulled away his eyes were no longer dark and he pressed his forehead to yours as his hand pulled your leg higher up his. The new angle sent a fresh wave of heat in your belly and you moaned against his cheek as you rolled your hips up to his.

“Oh god, Bucky, I’m gonna cum again.” You panted as your eyes screwed shut at the mounting pleasure.

“Hmm, wanna feel you cum all over my cock, doll.”

His mouth ate the moans that attempted to fill the air and you could no longer tell where your body ended and his began. You were merely a single writhing entity working towards mutual bliss and when his mouth found the sweet spot along your neck the elastic band in your core snapped. Your legs trembled harder than the beat of your heart and your eyes rolled back in your head as your back arched off the bed with a cry.

“Fuck, that’s it, doll.” He praised as his elbows caged you between them and he looked down the length of your body, watched his cock being swallowed by your dripping cunt. “You take it all so well. Gonna fill you up real good.”

You could barely comprehend the meaning behind his words, just the way he spoke kept sending waves of aftershocks down your legs until his hips snapped forward and he stayed buried, shooting more hot ropes of cum inside you with a deeply satisfied moan. He collapsed against your chest, keeping most of his weight on his elbows so he didn’t hurt you but still laying close enough that you could feel each other's racing hearts.

“You look good in my clothes.” He murmured as he rolled to the side and pulled your shirt back down. “Might have to burn everything else.”

“You would too.” You chuckled and rolled into his open arms with a sigh. “Seems a waste to just have them hanging there but it’s not like I have anywhere to wear them.”

His eyes were blinking slowly as his fingers drew circles across your hip. “I wanna take you out. We could go somewhere nice, just the two of us, once I deal with your husband.”

The mention of that asshole had you rolling out of the bed and walking to the bathroom, you did not want to think of him after the best sex in years. You didn’t even wait for the water to heat fully before pulling his shirt over your head and stepping under the tepid spray. It didn’t take long for another body to join you and you looked over your shoulder to find which Barnes it was you were with.

“Winter wants you for himself, he’s ready to wipe the debt if your husband agrees to an annulment.” Bucky said as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“And what about you?”

“There’s something about you, how you see us, it’s something we have never had before.” He murmured softly as he tipped your head to the side and kissed your neck. “No one dares talk to us like you do, doll, it’s infuriating, and hot as fuck. I want more. I want you too.”

You had resigned yourself to the fact you would spend your life trapped in a miserable marriage but here was this miracle offering you a way out. You could only imagine the dangers that came with getting in bed with a mob boss but it wasn’t too long ago that you had come face to face with the scariest man in New York and now you were sleeping with him. It had worked out pretty well in your eyes so you turned in his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I want you too, both of you.”

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Good To You - 4.

I genuinely thought this was gonna end bad I was prepared to cry

*gasps* empty inbox? well we can’t have that! just wanted to say thanks for churning out fics the way that you do. you’re a machine and i love reading your work.

do you ever think bucky would be able to hide his life with the reader away from everyone else? (with the exception of steve and maybe sam bc, well he’s sam ofc he’s gonna find out). he tries his hardest to keep the two separate because he never wants to put you in danger with his work but one day he has to bring the 2 together (almost like a clint and laura in ultron type vibe).

if this sparks interest for a full fic i won’t mind but you could also answer with some short thoughts and i’d be more than thrilled xx

*fans face* too much, too much, you're gonna make me cry! I don't know how to do anything half measure so you have a full fic my sweets xx

Family First || Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, mentions of injuries, guns, violence, fluff WC: 2.1k

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“Shh, sweetie, daddy will be home soon.” You cooed as your daughter cried for Bucky.

The ice pack on her ankle didn’t seem to be helping but at least the bandage on her knee had stopped the bleeding. You checked your phone once again, seeing he had read the message you sent and you cradled her head close to your chest. At least this latest injury wasn’t as bad as the time she broke her wrist falling out of a tree. You had to admit you didn’t handle that very well but it was the first serious injury your daughter had sustained. You had left a hysterical voicemail for him that really didn’t explain what had happened, only that you were rushing your daughter to hospital.

Bucky had charged in like he was about to face down a legion of aliens again, Steve and Sam right behind him. You weren’t sure who was more surprised, you at the fact he had brought friends from work or them at the fact he had a family. It was no secret being married to anyone in the Avengers was a risk but out of all of them, Bucky thought he had the biggest target because of who he used to be. After Bucky had seen that your daughter was safe, hurt but safe, he had introduced you to the men you had heard so much about and swore them to secrecy.

“You have a daughter?” Steve was still stunned at the revelation and his eyebrows were almost crushed together as the nurse had stepped out into the waiting area and called out her name.

“Sarah Barnes?”

Steve looked like he was going to cry when he realised Bucky had named her after his mom. They two men were still waiting there when she was released a few hours later with a bright pink cast covering her arm.

“Do you think Captain America and the Falcon could sign it, mommy?” She had asked, turning her bright blue eyes that she got from her father on you just like he did when he wanted you to say yes to something.

“Only if they want to.” You nodded with a small smile, leaning into your husband's embrace as you finally took a breath that the ordeal was over. “I’m sorry, I just freaked out.”

“It’s okay.” He had chuckled, rubbing soothing circles over your back. “I’m surprised we went this long without them finding out. I’m just glad you two are alright. When I heard you crying I thought…doesn’t matter, you’re both fine and that’s all that matters to me.”

You looked over at Sarah and saw she had climbed up onto the bench between Steve and Sam to regale the story that had led to her broken arm. You would not have thought that only three hours earlier she was a screaming mess and now she was anything but.

“Do you have to go back to work or do you want to invite them over for dinner?”

“If I have to eat another tv dinner I swear I’ll lose my mind.” Sam answered for them.

“I didn’t say you were invited.” Bucky shot back and you nudged your elbow into his ribs.

“You are both welcome to come. It’ll be nice to talk to someone who actually knows my husband exists and doesn’t think he is some fictitious character I made up.” You half joked and Sam gave you an odd look. “Parent teacher night last year. That really happened.”

His booming laugh filled the hallway and he held his hand up in apology to the nurses that looked his way disapprovingly before he clapped Bucky on the back. “Ouch, that has gotta hurt man.”

You were pulled from your thoughts as the sound of tyres crunching the gravel driveway filled the quiet countryside and up to the porch swing you were sitting on. You wiped away the latest tears that clung to Sarah’s eyelashes and pointed to the dust trail snaking up the hillside.

“See there’s daddy.” You smiled. “I told you he would come.”

Your smile faltered as you saw the reflection of the roof and realised it was black but Bucky’s SUV was silver. Not wanting to alarm her, you scooped her up and carried her inside. “That dust is going to get everywhere if I don’t shut the door.”

You placed her down on the couch and shut the front door, quietly bolting the locks in place and opened the coat closet to get the gun and burner phone that was hidden inside. You hit the only number that was programmed and it was answered on the first ring.

“Bucky, someone’s here.” You rushed as you peeked through the curtain beside the door.

“I need you and Sarah to go down to the basement. Lock yourself inside and don’t come out for anyone but me, Steve or Sam.” You had known him long enough to recognise his voice when he was scared, god knows you had held him through the nights when he cried and he had that same voice now.

“What’s going on baby?”

“Someone hacked us, they stole almost every piece of information on each of us.” He admitted and you heard metal groan as he put his vibranium fist through it. “I’m so fucking sorry, I think they know about you, about Sarah.”

You shoved the phone into the crook of your neck and shoved the gun down the back of your waistband before scooping up Sarah from the couch. “We are going to go treasure hunting downstairs ok sweetie.”

“That’s not daddy is it?” She asked as she heard the car doors slam closed and squealed.

“Daddy’s coming, Sarah.” Bucky called out as he heard his daughters panic but she couldn’t hear, even you could barely make out his words as the cell signal cut out the further down the stairs you descended. “I love you - so much. I’m on - way.”

“We love you too.”

You prayed he heard you before the call dropped and you put Sarah down roughly as you heard the front door slam, it would take all your strength to push shut the heavy reinforced steel door. Sarah cried as her ankle gave way beneath her and she fell to the ground but you had to focus on shutting the door, it was all there was between you and the men you could hear ransacking your home.

“It’s okay, sweetie, I know it's scary, mommy’s scared too.” You rasped as you held back your tears and brushed Sarah’s dark hair back from her face.

She was a prettier feminine image of Bucky and sometimes you thought the only thing she got from you was your clumsiness. Especially now, she bit her bottom lip to stop it from trembling and she hugged her arms around your neck as you sat in the corner, hidden by a barrier of moving boxes you had never ended up unpacking.

“It’s okay mommy, you don't have to be scared. Daddy’s going to save us from the bad men.”

There was not a single speck of doubt and you nodded your head, wishing you had the infallible hopes of a child but fear of reality kept grounding you with despair. It felt like hours but the phone showed it was only minutes later that the men descended the stairs and the loud rounds of gunfire rang out as they tried to shoot through the door. Sarah’s screams pierced your eardrums and you cradled her to your chest even tighter, wondering how long it would take for them to break through.

You were sitting ducks if they managed to get through and there were so many things you never got to say to Bucky. Dropping the useless burner phone, you pulled yours from your smartphone pocket and opened the voice recorder since it didn’t have any bars of signal either.

“Do you want to tell daddy how much you love him so we can play it for him when he gets here?” You asked as your voice broke at the lie and you hit the red record button.

“I can’t wait to see you bust in the door daddy! You’re going to kick their asses.” She growled proudly before you mouthed I love you. “I love you, daddy, you’re the bestest.”

“Mommy will be back in a minute.” You carefully moved her off you so that she was hidden behind the boxes and you walked to the opposite corner as you swallowed the lump in your throat and put the phone back up to your lips. “This is probably the worst time but I never thanked you. I know this is the worst case scenario you always feared and I wish I could see a way where we get out of this but…if this is it, I want you to know I don’t regret us. I know how guilty you feel and I know you will blame yourself but this was not your fault, baby, it was not your fault.

I knew the second I saw you in the market that you would change my life and I’m so glad you did, James. You gave me the world, you gave me your heart, you gave me a family. I-” You heard the door starting to groan and saw the hinges turning red as they torched their way through, panic gripping your last words and holding them hostage in your throat and you had to raise your voice over the sound of the blow torch. “I love you, so fucking much!”

“That’s a naughty word!”

You sobbed a laugh as you ended the recording and attached it to an email so that the moment your phone had signal it would complete its final mission to reach your husband. Tears blurred your vision as you pulled Sarah into your embrace and hummed the tune to hush little baby, just like you did when she was a baby.

Screams and gunfire broke out and you covered Sarah’s ears as her own cries added to the noise, her fear finally overriding the faith she had in her father. You could see the line of fire had almost completely made its way through the hinges on the door and the metal was groaning under the pressure of its weight pulling it down. Light broke through the room as the door gave way, the crash of it hitting the concrete floor threatening to blow your eardrums and it shook the foundations of the house.

“Sarah! Y/N!”

Sarah tore your hands away as she heard her dad’s voice and she tried to get up but you pulled her back down. “Wait! Wait for daddy to come to us, sweetie.”

You struggled to hold her still as she tried to run towards the voice that promised her safety but you didn’t know how many men stood between you and him. You pressed your lips to her forehead and begged her to stay silent until she finally quietened down. The gunfire was no longer constant and it was only every few breaths that one or two shots went off and you weren’t sure if that was good or bad.

Heavy footsteps descended the stairs and you heard a deeply relieved sigh before you caught sight of Bucky’s boots stepping into your line of sight. “DADDY!!!”

You let Sarah go as she jumped up, Bucky easily catching her and cradling her to his chest and he checked over her for any injuries, aside from the scrap of falling off her bike.

“Told you I would come for you babygirl.” He choked as he peppered her forehead with kisses. “Daddy’ll always come for his two best girls.”

You had sagged with relief at seeing him arrive and your eyes closed as you realised the terror was over. You opened your eyes as you felt movement and found Bucky sitting beside you and pulling you into his side so he could hug you both.

“I have some bad news.” He murmured quietly as he ran his hand up and down your arm and kissed your forehead.

“You got blood on the carpet.” You tried to joke but your voice failed to hold any humour.

“That too.” He said, the ghost of a smile tipping up at your attempt. “There’s some more people I want you to meet.”

“Who else came with you?” You asked, worried about even more people knowing but grateful for their help nonetheless. You watched him chew his lip and knew it was bad before he even answered.

“Everyone.”

Part Two/Parallel Story

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Masquerade || billionaire!Bucky

Billionaire!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: Sneaking into the infamous James 'my friends call me Bucky' Barnes' elaborate party seemed like such a simple task until you met the charming man himself. Everything about him pulled you further into his orbit and who were you to fight gravity. Warnings: 18+ only, implied smut, nudity WC: 2331

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The decadent soirée was in full swing when you arrived, masked acrobats swinging high above the hall that was full of almost black roses. The elite list of invitees were already mingling over expensive flutes of champagne and their polished taste indulged in the White Gold caviar pristine hostesses offered as hor d'oeuvres. You declined the creamy white eggs but accepted the alcohol as you felt like an imposter in their midst.

“Do you have eyes on him?” Your handler asked through your ear piece.

“There’s three who match the description but the masks make it difficult to be sure.” You whispered discreetly as you pretended to admire the roses.

“I’m sure you will come up with a solution.”

“Black velvet.”

You turned at the sound of the man who had stepped in beside you and found one of the three possible suspects you had pegged as the owner of the mansion you were in. His deep blue suit set his eyes alight and the silver mask he wore was inlaid with diamonds you were almost certain were real. Even though you knew everyone who was invited was rich, he screamed luxury: from the tailored suit to the air of arrogance that clung to him as strongly as his sharp cologne.

He caught the quizzical look even through your black laced mask and chuckled to himself. “The roses.”

“Oh, they are beautiful.” You said as you followed his movement, his gloved fingers reaching out and plucking a stem from the bouquet.

“Because they are forced to be.” He said as he offered the single rose to you. “They have been modified to reach perfection. Something you seemed to have achieved naturally. I’m James, but my friends call me Bucky.”

“I’m y/n.” You said as you inhaled the sweet scent of the bloom and fingered the sharp thorns that lined the stem. “Does that line usually work for you?”

“9 times out of 10.” He quipped back with a charming smile. “I knew you stood out from the others. Should I just give up now?”

“I didn’t take you for the type to give up so easily.” You shrugged and slotted the flower back into the bouquet. “Or take advice from a woman.”

“Is that what you think of me?” He asked, his dark eyebrow peeking over the top of his mask. “I love it when a woman tells me what to do…in the right situation.”

His ocean eyes were turning to obsidian as he took in the curve of your breasts swelling over the designer dress you had been given for the party and down its length to the daring slit that revealed your leg. You could feel his eyes undressing you and he smirked when he caught you pressing your legs together needing to apply some sort of friction between.

“This used to be a royal embassy before my family bought it.” He said, looking around the room lined with paintings that were probably worth millions each. “Would you like a tour?”

You were nodding before your handler confirmed what you had already realised, he was your target. The target, James, cocked his elbow and you slipped your arm through his before he began to lead the way out of the grand hall and up a pair of intimidating staircases. Your heels tapped loudly on the stone steps and you realised just how quiet it was away from the party, there wasn’t a single person on this side of the palace.

You came to a stop in front of a pair of dark portraits and your head tilted to the side with familiarity. “These are Rembrandt.”

“You have an eye for detail.” He smirked as watched you inspect the paintings.

“They are extremely well made copies.” You whispered as you stepped closer and eyed the detail of the brush strokes and the lighting cast across it.

“Who said they were copies?”

“I saw these quite recently at the Louvre and I haven’t heard of their sale, that would certainly make the news.”

His smirk widened as he began to walk further down the hall with you in tow. “The Louvre would never admit they were displaying counterfeit artworks, imagine the embarrassment.”

You were beginning to feel like a lamb to the slaughter as you walked past a Monet and Klimt next, hundreds of millions of dollars in artwork in a ten metre span. It was no wonder the Barnes family had been running the criminal world for so long, they had infinite resources. And you were hoping to topple it all with a pretty dress and a pair of tits, what were you thinking.

“This wing was the original palace built for the House of Savoy in 1875.” James said as he opened a gilded door and let you through first.

“Keep him talking.”

“What is it now?”

He shut the door with a smirk that sent a lightning bolt straight to your core and instead of taking your elbow he placed his hand on the bare skin of your lower back. “Guess you’ll just have to find out.”

You were hyper aware of the smooth leather glove that was pressed to your skin and you were grateful for the daring dress once again as he led the way to another double door that was carved and covered with gold. You had never seen a more opulent room as you took in the space that was larger than your entire apartment. The double height ceiling housed a glass dome that let you see the brilliance of the stars above and you couldn’t help but stop to stare at the sight that looked unreal.

“Are these the same stars as outside or can you afford bigger, better ones of those too?”

His laugh rolled over your skin and his blue eyes almost glowed between his mask. “I like that. I’ll have to ask Elon, see if he can get me some bigger stars. Drink?”

He slipped the empty flute from your fingers before you could answer and made his way to the bar that was set up in one corner with a dark red leather sofa beside it, facing a warm, glowing fire.

“Do you have any tequila?” You asked as he grabbed a bottle of champagne from the wine fridge.

“I have AsomBroso Reserva Del Porto or Clase Azul Extra Añejo.” He said as he held up two bottles that you clearly didn’t recognise. “AsomBroso it is.”

“Mhmm, sounds good.” You nodded, still kind of thrown by how well he rolled his r’s when he spoke. "You speak Spanish?”

“Sì, ¿verdad?” You shook your head at his question and he grinned as he poured two shots of the amber liquid. “My father made sure I was fluent in a handful of languages to cover most of the countries we have business in.”

The way he said it contradicted the smile he had and you were sure it was not something he had a choice in. “Just how much is a handful? Out of curiosity.”

He handed you one of the shot glasses as he answered. “Almost 30.”

You nearly dropped the glass as your jaw did and a small splash of the golden liquid slipped over the rim and along your finger. You swapped the glass to the other hand and raised your finger to your lips to catch the wayward droplets on your tongue. Your eyes connected over your finger and the whole energy in the room changed as he licked his lips at the sight and you raised your glass to his before tipping it back. It was unlike any tequila you had drunk before, smooth with a rich warmth that reached your belly immediately, definitely not your more affordable Jose Cuervo you normally drank.

“Wow, that’s seriously amazing.” You gasped when the slight burn in your throat eased and you looked disappointed at the empty glass.

“You should have tried the caviar.” He teased as he took the glass and you followed him to the bar this time, leaning against the countertop as he refilled the glasses.

“You were watching me.” You smiled to yourself, impressed you had gained the billionaire’s attention that fast.

“I keep my eye on everyone who comes into my home uninvited.” You choked on the shot you were about to take and began to step away from him but he caught your hand and pulled you flush against his body. “Uh-uh-uh, where do you think you are going, beautiful? The party's just beginning.”

Your mind was racing as fast as your heart and you tried to think of ways to get out of his grasp. “I’m a cop.”

“What the hell, y/n! Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

“Nice try, doll, you think I’m going to believe you're a cop? You’re wearing a Givenchy dress and Louboutins, which are admittedly from last season but still more than a cop could afford.” He laughed and stroked his knuckle gently over your cheekbone. “Plus, you have too much sex appeal.”

“Thanks, I guess.” You said with an eye roll. “Fine, I was curious as to how the other half lived and my friends bet me I couldn’t get within 100 feet of the party.”

“Better.”

“And what did you bet them?” He asked as he relaxed his hand so his fingers were almost laced with yours.

You looked down at your hands and made the move yourself, curling your fingers between his before looking up into his baby blues through your mascara thickened lashes. “I bet I could fuck the host.”

His lips tipped up at the corners but he caught himself before he could really smile at the thought. “Why should I believe you? You could actually be a cop for all I know.”

“Rich men like yourself must have contacts at every police station along the Eastern Seaboard, I’m sure you could check-”

“Careful now, y/n.”

“-or…I could prove it right now.”

His eyes were darkening by the second as your hand trailed up his hard arm, knowing beneath the glove and the layers of clothes was a very advanced piece of technology. His eyes were screaming at you to prove yourself and when his lips parted in anticipation you couldn’t hold back. You rose to your tiptoes to reach his ruby lips that were calling you, even with the heels he was too tall, and you laced your fingers in the long strands of his hair. His lips were softer than you imagined they would be and they moulded to yours as he deepened the kiss, tongue lashing across yours as you fought for dominance but gave in as his hands roamed your body.

“Tell me we don’t have to trek across this mansion and climb an Everest of stairs to find your bedroom.” You begged as you unwillingly broke apart for air.

“Not quite.” He chuckled as he tightened his fingers around yours and headed to the doors set off from the library corner.

You crashed to his mattress in a sweating, heated mess and tried to remember how your legs were meant to work but the back to back orgasms he had pushed you through had rendered the limbs useless. With a satisfied sigh, James fell to his pillow beside you and brushed a hand through his messy hair that stuck up at different angles. He had been right, he certainly took orders from women and every direction you gave he did without question. You could only say he was the best sexual partner you had ever had.

“Holy shit.” You giggled as you snuggled into his arm that he opened for you. “That vibrate function was fucking insane.”

“I guess there’s some perks to losing an arm.” He chuckled as he looked at the black and 24k gold plates that had replaced his left arm. “Hell of a silver lining.”

You swore you had been bewitched everytime he smiled at you the way he did, it stole your breath in an instant. It had only gotten worse as your masks had been tossed aside so you could kiss the sharp shape of his jawline, seeing it all come together was a masterpiece.

“Oh shit, where’s my phone?” You asked aloud as you tried to find where you had dropped it with your clothes but you couldn’t see it anywhere.

“It’s safe on the dresser over there.” He said as he nodded to the set of drawers. “You are quite careless when you have a mission, or should I say bet to win.”

You pulled yourself from his arms and padded across the plush carpet to retrieve your phone and opened your camera. “Smile, I have to prove I won.”

He dragged the sheet over his hips to protect his modesty and he laughed when he caught your pout behind the phone, which was capturing the perfect image of him. “I better not see that shit on TMZ.”

“Oh no, I don’t want to share this with anyone, I might even take a loss on the bet so those horny bitches don’t get to see it.” You said seriously as you climbed back into bed and dropped your phone next to his. “Should I apologise for making you miss your own party?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m the one who made you miss the party.” He quipped back as his eyes greedily drank in the sight of you naked against his sheets. “How about next weekend?”

“The clone of his phone has been successful.”

He pulled you closer and kissed the sweet spot he had found at the base of your neck and begged you with his deep voice. “Come and miss another party with me.”

“Congratulations, y/n, mission complete, payment transferred.”

You grinned as you pulled back to capture his sincere eyes and despite knowing it was a bad idea mixing business with pleasure, you were addicted to him already. “That sounds perfect.”

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Mob!Henry x Reader Mini-Series Masterlist (COMPLETED)

Plot:  The one where we get a sneak peek of different moments of the life of Henry Cavill, the head of the biggest and oldest mob in Europe. And the woman who owns his heart.

[A/N: This is not a chronological series. We are basically seeing glimpses (one shots) of what it’s like to be Henry’s little mobwife.]

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AND AND IT HAS 10K+ WORDS AND IS STILL BEING UPDATED?!?

Please don’t overwork yourself !!

I’m gonna confess something I never watched past saison 2 of peaky blinders but I know everything that happens

Thank you so muuuch i love youuu 🥺❤️

Blessing you with these two fine ass men because I haven’t been able to interact with you today and I missed you 🥺❤️

I miss you too!!! Work is kicking my ass today and I haven’t had a second to write anything 😢

I’m just going to spend my break drooling over these handsome men 🤤🤤🤤 ahhhh I need to watch season 6 so I can remember how sexy Tommy is!

Ps: I got your request and I am happy to write it babe ❤️❤️