Just For You, Because All Should All Have A Bucky In Our Life 🤤

Hii sweets!♥️ May i request… the thought of rough fucking w bucky 🤭🫠 its for sure gonna be a longg night, like maybe he’s angry abt something (not at u ofc) so he just uses you as a hole to take out his anger 😵‍💫 Oh! And i keep thinking of aftercare w him, the amount of praises, care and love he’ll shower you with!! Hes so gentle and will sit in the bathtub w u while he washes your hair and if youre not too fucked out, you'll wash his hair for him too hehe, etc. Sharing giggles w him and he’ll help you dry your hair dhfdjfdjfsj i love him 🥹🥹🥹

Oomph this Bucky could break my back and I would thank him for it 🥵 thank you for request 💜💜

Control & Comfort || Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, bj, unprotected sex, smut-no plot at all, rough sex, pussy slap, degradation, aftercare WC: 1.8k

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You knew exactly how your night was going to be spent the second Bucky walked in the door. His cheeks were flushed and the muscle beneath was hard as he clenched them in anger. The bang of the door slamming shut echoed through the house and his feet carried him straight towards you. Something, or someone, had seriously pissed him off and you were happy to be his outlet.

“Knees. Now.” He snapped as he roughly pulled his jacket off and tossed it over the back of the couch, his fingers instantly moving to unbuckle his belt.

You slipped from the couch and onto your knees without question, your obedience instilled from being at his beck and call for so long. Your hands pulled at his jeans to free his cock and he moaned as you teased your tongue along his length before he gripped the back of your head and thrust his hips forward. There was no warm up, no niceties, just a desperate need to be in control of something in his life.

“Fuck, that’s it, take it like a good girl.” He purred as your throat constricted around him and your eyes watered.

You could feel your pussy throb as he praised you and your hand drifted down your stomach to the waistband of your pants. His hand caught your arm before you could touch yourself and he pulled it away as you tipped your head back to look in his eyes. You were begging him for permission but he just licked his lips and shook his head.

“Not until I say you can.” He warned before he released his hold on your head and pulled out. Your lungs gasped for breath and saliva ran down your chin while he watched with dark eyes. He loved seeing you like this, he thought it was absolutely beautiful. It was you trusting him and giving him complete control. “Stand up and turn around.”

Your legs trembled from kneeling on the hard floor and you felt his hands on your hips as you turned, pulling your pants down before pushing forward over the couch. Cold fingers pressed to your core as he nudged your legs apart and your breath hitched as he smeared your moisture along your slit. You knew he wanted it hard and rough when he didn’t even attempt to prep you with his fingers first, he just needed to feel you wrapped about his cock.

You cried out at the sudden fullness and the burn of him stretching your cunt, the pain quickly turning to pleasure as he pulled back out before slamming into you again. Your breaths were more like gasps as every thrust pushed the air from your lungs and it felt like he was trying to breach your cervix with how hard he fucking you.

“Christ, you're my perfect little slut aren’t you?” He growled as he pushed down on your back until you were almost bent in two, your reply lost in a moan as your core clenched tighter around him. “Taking this big cock whenever I tell you.”

Your fingers were searching for something to grab onto as the warmth in your belly began to grow and the best thing you could reach was a cushion. You squeezed it tight and bit your teeth into it as you fought against release, Bucky reminding you that he hadn’t given you permission with a spank to your ass. You jolted forward at the sharp slap before he pressed his vibranium hand to it and cooled the reddening mark with his touch.

“Please, please, please, Bucky, I can’t hold it.” You begged as your legs quaked and your tears slipped over your lashes.

“Just. A. Little. Longer.” He strained as his hips rolled you, his balls slapping your clit with every thrust.

You were dancing on a knife's edge and it was painful, the promise of release within your reach. “I can’t, I can’t, I-”

“Go on doll, cum all over my cock.”

He hadn’t even finished his sentence before your release crashed over you and your scream was dampened by the cushion as you buried your face into it. There was no relief as he kept pounding into you, wave after wave rocking through your body as you failed to come down from your high. If it wasn’t for his hands gripping your hips tightly you would have crawled away but he was not about to let that happen. A deeper pressure began to build within you and when he reached down to toy with your clit, it exploded, warmth running down your legs as you trembled around him on the brink of collapse.

“That’s it baby, that’s my good girl.” He grinned proudly as he slowed his pace and let your oversensitized cunt have a moment to recover, his hands massaging your lower back until your muscles relaxed. “Do you think you can handle another? I think you can.”

It would be tough but you would try for him, so you nodded your head and pushed your hips back to meet his. He chuckled as your body greedily took all of him and knew his first release wouldn’t be too far away. He worked his hips like you were dancing and you moaned at the change in angles, aftershocks pulsing within you as he slowly gained momentum with his controlled pace.

“C'mere.” He murmured as his hands rose up your sides, pulling you up so your back was to his chest and his hands came to rest on your breasts, your quick breaths pushing them against him as he began to massage them. “You were made just for me.”

You couldn’t even formulate words as the sharp angle of his hips thrust him over you g-spot and left your body numb, your head floating in the clouds. Sounds strangled in your throat as you rose to your tiptoes but he pulled you back down his cock before you could get away.

“Uh-uh, we had a deal.” He warned low in your ear. “You’re staying right there until you cum again.”

Without warning he lifted his leg, bracing it on the couch seat before ramming into you. You would have screamed at the sudden spike of pleasure but he had snaked a hand to your mouth and clamped down before the sound could escape.

“This is what happens when you are a naughty girl, naughty girls don’t get to cum.” He reminded you before he let you have your breath back and slapped your pussy as he slammed into you. “Are you going to be naughty again?”

You shook your head violently as you cried, another orgasm threatening to tear you apart but he had taken away your permission. “Please, I’ll be good, I promise, oh god, please, I’m gonna cum.”

His smile teased your neck as he kissed your racing heart, he loved nothing more than hearing you beg for him. “I’m gonna fill you up real good when you cum, dollface. Let go.”

Your head tipped back to his shoulder and it was only his hands that kept you upright as whitehot pleasure flooded from you, your body jerking as he fucked into you a few more times before he kept his promise. His grunts filled your ears as he spilled himself in you but instead of stopping he just slowed down, easing himself in and out, enjoying the feel of your walls fluttering around him and the mixture of your cum leaking out all over his cock.

“You did so beautifully.” He praised as he turned your head so he could kiss you sweetly. “You wouldn’t believe the day I had, I needed you so bad.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” You smiled as your eyes fluttered shut and you relaxed in his hold.

“I tired you out didn’t I?” He chuckled as he felt your breath even out and your muscles relax. “Let me clean you up, then you can have a rest.”

“You don’t plan on letting me sleep tonight do you?” You murmured as he slipped out from between your legs and picked you up, cradling you in his arms as he carried you to the bathroom.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and looked up from where you rested your head on his shoulder, catching the smirk playing at his lips as he pondered his answer. “Eventually.”

Your mind seemed almost as empty as the large bubbles that drifted on the water’s surface and your fingers lazily popped them as they floated by. Bucky whispered softly in your ear, spelling out the sweet words as he wrote across your stomach with his index finger. The moment was perfectly peaceful but you knew from the stirring of his cock against your back that there was the promise of more pleasure to come.

“Lay down, doll.” He said softly as he reached for the shampoo.

You slid down his body until the water reached your ears and silenced the world around you. His fingers massaged your head as he lathered the shampoo into your hair and you closed your eyes before he cupped the water and washed it out. You loved these moments, when he gently brought you down from the rush of endorphins so you didn’t crash completely.

You waited until he had finished conditioning your hair before you sat up, rolling onto your stomach in the deepest bath and resting your chin on his chest. His blue eyes shone as he gazed down at you, love on the surface and need swimming below. You climbed his body and straddled his thighs as you reached for the shampoo bottle.

“My turn.”

He slid down the curve of the bath and water splashed over the lip until he settled neck deep. His eyes fluttered shut as you ran your fingers through his long strands and his lips parted with a sigh as you washed his hair. His cock was growing harder beneath you and his hands pulled you higher up so he teased your entrance.

“You’re going to get soap in your eyes.” You moaned as he pushed past your swollen lips and you eased down his shaft. “Close them.”

“And miss out on a second of watching you?” He chuckled. “I can take a little sting.”

You laughed at his stubbornness before biting your lip just the way he liked and rolled your hips. “You take such good care of me, I want to take care of you. Please, close them for me?”

“Enjoy the control while you can.” He smirked as he closed his eyes. “After we get out of here it’s all mine.”

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This Muslim woman took a photo in front of an anti-Muslim protest like a pro.

How heavy is Bucky’s new arm???

so last time I was drawing Bucky I had some thoughts and they turned into research and this info sheet - somehow… y’all better find this useful or uhm… interesting…? please?

Don’t @ me if the math is incredibly wrong

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This story is soo good I don’t know if I am more exited for the witcher 3 or your story !!

I really enjoyed every chapter I normally never read sorties that are ongoing but I have 0 regret with your story ❤️

Broken Heart

Summary: You were the first and only female Witcher.

You and Geralt had been together since you were teenagers, training and fighting alongside each other for decades. However, when Yennefer of Vengerberg showed up, he chose her.

Now, years later, you go back to Kaer Morhen for the winter and come face to face with Geralt of Rivia, forcing old feelings to resurface once again.

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Language,

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Chapter 11-

Slowly, you fluttered your eyes open, blinking away the fuzziness as you took in the scene around you.

Coen was sitting on the ground across the room, his head in his hands, the potions that he grabbed broken on the ground beside him. The few remaining Witchers were all standing around the room, their heads lowered.

Ciri was crying in Yennefer’s arms while Lambert paced the cafeteria, kicking any object in his path as he swore every word under the sun.

Then there was Jaskier, who was sitting on the ground beside you, hugging his knees to his chest as he cried softly, his face buried on top of his knees.

Suddenly, realisation hit you; they all thought you had died.

Holy shit, they thought you were dead.

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YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK I THOUGHT YOU WHERE GONNA SAY THAT IT WAS THE LAST CHAPTER !!!!

AND YOU CANNOT IMAGINE HOW READY I AM TO READ THE NEXT CHAPTER !!!!

I am as happy as Anthony was in this scene !!!!

I have an announcement about the next chapter of Enamored my loves;

Alright so, the next chapter is the wedding chapter and it sort of…well-

That chapter got out of control, I have no idea how it happened😂 But consider this as like a prewarning and make sure to get something to eat and drink with you for this Saturday’s chapter because that wedding chapter is going to be:

✨12k words✨

Remember to take breaks and stuff😂

Also related, we’re not getting an extra scene this Tuesday because that gigantic chapter has kicked and continues to kick my ass 😂 BUT since it’s so long, we will have more than one sneak peek and the first one is coming tomorrow 😁

Do you guys remember how you joked about getting a 10k chapter and I was like “haha wouldn’t that be something?” 😂

I’ve Done It Myself// Shelby Sister

Summary: They offer to cut his eyes but there’s no need

‘Fucking Bastard’, I muttered as I stormed into the kitchen. ‘What’s up with you?’, John hollered. I completely blanked out his words. I was steaming. Steamed could physically be coming out of my ears and I wouldn’t be surprised. My Brothers knew not to bother me when I was in this mood.

I stormed passed them into the betting shop. I walked over to the side cabinet and grabbed a peaky hat with the blades sewn in. ‘What are you doing with that?’, Tommy shouted to me as I walked out the door. I didn’t reply.

I’d been with Oliver for about 6 months now. Both of us being 19 we were still young but in love. Well at least I’d been in love. I’d been out at the book shop when I heard two girls muttering in the corner. They were pointing and staring at me as they spoke. I didn’t keep my mouth shut.

‘What you gorping at?’ I said as I approached them. They trembled abit as I walked over. ‘Please don’t take offence’, one of the girl said. ‘Offence to what?’ I questioned. ‘Your boyfriend been spouting tales about you down at the Garrison’, the other informed me. ‘Tales of what?’ I questioned again. ‘About what you do for him. In an intimate setting’, she stuttered. My mouth dropped. ‘He also said you weren’t the only girl he was with’. I thanked them for telling me and stormed off.

That led to me taking a Peaky cap from my brothers’ betting den and storming to the Garrison. Meanwhile, at the house, Finn had ran into the kitchen. ‘Where’s y/n?’ He asked his brothers, out of breath. ‘She’s just stormed in and out again. Didn’t say a word’, Arthur replied. ‘What the fuck is going on?’ Tommy questioned. ‘Oliver’s been spouting tales about her in the Garrison. Really bad ones. Says everything she’s done with him. And that she’s not the only Lass he’s with’, Finn rambled out. They all stood up and started walking to the Garrison. They all had the same thought on their minds, ‘I’m gonna cut him’.

Without knowing my brothers were hot on my tail I burst through the Pub’s doors. I saw him sat there laughing with his friends. ‘Do you fucking know who I am?’ I questioned him. He looked at me smugly, ‘what are you on about?’ He let out a breath as I dragged him out the booth and pushed him to the wall. Little did I know my brothers had walked in and the pub had gone silent.

‘Fucking cheating on me’, I spat in his face, ‘fucking boasting to everyone about what I do to you’. I laugh in his face. ‘At least I could get you off’ I shouted. I grabbed the Peaky Cap from my pocket, brought the razor to his eye and cut his eye. I forced my knee into his groin then dropped him to the floor. ‘You’ll get much worse if you carry on. Don’t fucking mess with the Peaky Blinders’, I spat on him then walked away.

I saw the looks on my brothers faces, ‘don’t worry boys. I’ve already done your job’.

Okay Gramps - Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: Chris isn’t happy his iPhone 6s finally died

Word count: 663

Warnings: Fluff! Implied Age Gap! Pregnancy! Teasing!

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You and Chris didn’t often fight and if you did it was generally over something minor, like leaving the toilet seat up, or not putting clothes in the hamper.

However the most reoccurring argument was over his phone that was so old that it functioned more as a metal brick than an actual phone. You had begged him for years to update it, saying it was not worth the nightly battle just to get it to charge, or the poor battery life.

However he just took it to the nearest Apple store to get it repaired. That process repeating until the Apple store refused to repair it because they didn’t have parts anymore because it was that old.

You were certain he’d spent more on getting it repaired than it would cost to just buy a new phone.

You finally won the battle though when you got pregnant and with your due date only getting closer you told him it was not safe for him to be unreachable because his phone’s charge wouldn’t last an hour. The last thing you wanted while going into labour was calling all his friends and family trying to track him down.

However he was probably the only person on earth that wasn’t excited to get a new phone.

“I don’t like the lack of buttons” he huffs as he looks at his new iPhone 13.

“It makes it sleeker and gives you a bigger screen” you point out.

“I guess but I don’t really like the face scan thing either, doesn’t seem safe” he mumbles as he goes through the setting up process.

You roll your eyes at him “they have privacy systems in place, and you were perfectly fine with them having your fingerprint” you point out nodding to his old phone.

“Yeah but what if hackers can access it, they have our faces on file, they could make fake identities” Chris argues shaking his head.

“Oh boy just you wait until you find out about driver’s licenses and all that” you say sarcastically, running your hand over your bump, feeling the baby kick your hand “see even the baby thinks you’re being ridiculous”

Chris rolls his eyes letting out a small huff of a laugh. But still lets out a long sigh as he frowns down at his new phone.

You reach out taking his hand in yours squeezing it reassuringly “look I know you hate tech and thinks its all over complicated nowadays, and i’ll be honest I agree with you to a certain extent” you tell him getting him to look over at you “but you’ll get used to the new phone just like you did with your old one all those centuries ago” you add with a smirk.

Chris finally lets out a good laugh at that, smiling over at you “yeah you’re right, and I have to remind myself its for this one here” he sighs reaching over to rest his large hand over your bump.

“Exactly and think of all the cute non grainy photos you’ll take” you smile watching at his smile grows wider.

“Yeah I can’t wait” he grins leaning over to kiss you.

Just like you said it didn’t take long for Chris to get used to his new phone, he was almost like an excited kid once he found out all the cool features. Often running over to you to show you the adorable photo he’d just taken of Dodger.

“Look how clear it is! You can see every detail! And his eyes!” Chris exclaims as he shows you the most recent photo he took of dodger.

“See tech isn’t so scary after-all” you smirk kissing him on the cheek.

“I never said I was scared of it” Chris huffs rolling his eyes at you.

“Okay gramps” you laugh.

Chris arches a brow at you shaking his head “you’re lucky I love you” he says as he kisses your cheek.

“I love you too” you laugh

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Killing Time [pt.1]

Bodyguard!James 'Bucky' Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: You are the daughter of an underground kingpin, held prisoner in your own home for your protection and only being allowed out when it suits your father's agenda. Things finally start to change for the better when you get a new bodyguard. Series Warnings: 18+ only, there will be smut, violence, alcohol and illegal activities throughout, individual chapters will have warnings. WC: 2686

This is completely AU, Sam Wilson is your head of security and best friend. Helmut Zemo is unfortunately your husband from a failed alliance your father set up. Bucky is the forbidden love interest.

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Knock, knock. You placed the book you were engrossed in face down on the table beside you. You moved the mug of hot chocolate further away from the novel then stood to open the door. A handsome man in an elegant black suit stood with his hands behind his back. It was hard to tear your eyes away from the intense ice blue ones that stared back at you and you could see him run his eyes over your body, making you feel self conscious.

You hadn't been expecting anyone this evening so you were in comfortably loose sweatpants and a singlet. Nervous beneath his scrutiny you crossed your arms over your chest and stood up a little straighter. You looked down the hall and saw your regular guard standing to the side watching the exchange with a small smile and a nod that it was alright.

"Can I help you with something?" You asked the man.

"My name is James. Your father hired me to be your personal bodyguard." He had a very slight accent but you couldn't place exactly where. You would hazard a guess that he had been living here for many years to have lost most of the lilt.

"As nice as it is to meet you James, I am in no need of a guard. As you can see, this prison has an over abundance of armed men." You started to close the door but his boot blocked it and you raised your eyebrow to him but he still did not remove it. Losing patience, you stomped on the wayward appendage and, when he pulled back in pain, slammed the door closed.

Flopping back down on the over padded chaise you grabbed your phone and fired your father a rather brutal message.

Dad: Unless you plan on letting me leave, I don't need any more guards. Just leave me the fuck alone.

You didn't expect a reply. He never did but you did see the sent change to read, at least he opened the message. You tossed the phone down beside you and gathered the worn book to try and get back into the story.

The thought of the piercing blue eyes distracted you and you couldn't concentrate on the mystery thriller anymore. Slamming it closed, you walked to the bookshelf it came from and slid it back into its rightful place. Picking up the remote next, you pointed it to the gas fireplace and turned it off. The warmth in the library dipped quickly as you tidied up after yourself and turned the lights off before opening the door. You found yourself facing the back of James' suit and luckily for him the man moved to the side before you could ask him.

Padding your way through the quiet mansion, you made your way downstairs to the main living area and kitchen. You grabbed two tumblers and the open bottle of vodka from the freezer drawer. You slid one glass across the marble countertop towards James and he didn't say anything as he lifted the glass to his lips. You watched as he pulled a face as he swallowed the fiery jet fuel.

"So you're not Russian. Where are you from?" You asked as he placed the empty glass back down.

He frowned at your question. "Why can't I be from Russia?"

You laughed as you poured yourself another glass. "They drink vodka like water. You don't. So?"

"Born in Romania but my family moved here when I was 10."

You watched the way the man held himself, his perfect posture. He had to be like most of the men your father employed, ex military. You wondered what the man would be like when he loosened up. He had his dark hair pulled back into a tidy low ponytail but you could imagine how it would frame his face if it was allowed to hang free. You tilted your head as you pictured him more relaxed and knew he would be devastatingly handsome. He already looked good now, just too stiff.

You both turned your heads as the front door opened and James’ hand went to his holster until he saw it was your head of security, Sam. Your father seemed to enjoy torturing you by surrounding you with handsome men, with the notion of a painful death to anyone that touched you. Sam was no exception, he was just as fit as the next guard but he had instantly fallen into the friend zone. You both looked at James, amused.

"If someone made it this far into the property, you are probably already screwed." You laughed at Sam's statement because it was true. The property was fully fenced and patrolled by guards and dogs 24/7. You were fucked of someone made it through all that to get in the house.

You grabbed another glass and refilled all the empties with more vodka. Giving Sam his and carrying the bottle, you walked into the lounge and sat on the large plush suite. You laid your head on Sam's lap and he rested his free arm along your side. He had been head of security for the last 5 years but before that he was your brother's bodyguard. He had also been your brother's best friend and when he died, well, somehow the two of you bonded.

You could see judgement in James’ eyes. To everyone else, it looked like Sam was sleeping with the boss's daughter but you weren't, he was just your best friend. He was there for you at the worst time in your life, your mother and father were too busy dealing with the loss of their son they forgot that you had lost your big brother. Now the two of you looked after each other.

"Have you eaten?" You asked Sam as you rolled to look up at him and he shook his head. He was always so busy making sure you and your family were protected that he didn't take the best care of himself. You stood up, feeling the effects of the alcohol on your empty stomach, and collected the empty glasses, putting them in the dishwasher before prepping some dinner.

You made a large serving of creamy chicken penne pasta since you knew Sam would be hungry but didn't know if James would join so you made sure there was enough. You opened the wine fridge and looked along the shelves for the right pairing, deciding on a Chardonnay. You opened it and set it on the island before grabbing three wine stems and yelled to the men that dinner was ready. Turning around you jumped when you found James was already behind you.

"Jesus Christ, remember to buy him a collared bell." You said quietly to yourself but he must have heard as he smirked. You were right, he would be drop dead gorgeous if you could remove the stiff facade, just the smirk alone was able to send butterflies flapping in your stomach.

"Isn't there staff to cook for you?" He asked curiously and you went to open your mouth but Sam beat you to it.

"Sure, she's just too picky. Everything has to be done her way, right?" You squinted your eyes at your friend and threw a piece of pasta at him but the little shit caught it in his mouth and winked back.

"I am not picky, I just don't see why someone else has to do what I can already do. Like you," you pointed at James, "I don't see why I need a personal bodyguard when I can defend myself and I never leave this prison anyway."

The man shrugged insincerely and took a mouthful instead of rebutting. He was paid to guard you, not argue. Sam spent most of the meal talking to James, since they would be working closest with each other it was probably a good thing they got along. You couldn't help feeling a bit left out and jealous that Sam's attention had been stolen. You knew it wasn't like you were going to lose your best friend but the stupid little voice in your head started whispering anyway. After the meal was finished you cleaned the kitchen and James helped since: quote 'the cook shouldn't clean.' You were used to it but it was nice to have some help.

"Are you working tonight?" Sam asked as he popped back into the kitchen and had his phone covered and you looked at the time, 8pm.

"I haven't checked yet. Why?" You asked him but he had already walked away with the phone back to his ear.

"Where do you work?" James asked as he leant against the marble countertop.

"Here. I never leave, remember. I'm a cyber security analyst, for the most part. On the books, people pay me to test their companies security for weaknesses and off the books, people pay me to hack other companies for information or whatever."

Your father in particular made regular use of your skills but he was still the worst criminal by far. James looked impressed and you had to admit it made you feel a bit prouder about yourself.

"Go change, we are going out."

You looked wide eyed at Sam, sure that you had heard him wrong, you hadn't left the compound in almost 6 months. Joy flooded your system and you ran into his arms laughing before running up the stairs towards your room. You skidded to a halt before turning and running back.

"Uh where are we going? What's the dress code?" You didn't want to make an ass of yourself showing up looking out of place, wherever it was you were going.

"Casino. Classy."

He didn't even look up from his phone as he answered so you went back up the stairs. You had mentally walked through all of your outfits before you even got to your room. You knew exactly what you were going to wear, you just had to find it along the long shelves that were full of outfits. You skimmed your hand along each outfit that was wrapped in a garment bag until you found the one.

You quickly changed out of your sweats and into the cocktail dress that hugged your frame, accentuating all your assets. You still had foundation on from the day so you just added some eyeliner and mascara before grabbing a clutch for your phone, ID and credit cards. Lastly, you slipped on a pair of comfortable heels and you were set to go.

"Ready! Let's go!" You could hardly wait, as you were sure they could see.

You watched as James’ eyes ran over your body and felt a flush follow so you looked down at the stairs you didn’t want to trip on. The entire descent was you fighting the urge to look at him and the time you did you found his eyes still very much fixated on you.

"You look stunning, y/n."

You smiled at Sam and his complement as he offered his hand as opened the front door. At the bottom of the steps was one of your father's drivers, Lincoln. He was ancient and you still didn't know how he had a licence at his age. He had been in the family since before you were born, and possibly before your father was too. Ancient.

You wondered what the ploy was tonight. Sam could have driven you in the Escalade but instead you had Lincoln driving the Rolls Royce. Trying not to let the mystery ruin your night you focused on walking in heels. Sam hopped in the front while James opened the door and offered his hand which you took. You couldn't help but notice how good his hands felt and the warmth that ran up your arm. You felt the absence as soon as he removed his hand and had to consciously stop the pout from appearing on your lips.

It only took 30 minutes to drive from your estate to the casino you were going to. The car came to a stop in front of Circus Circus and Sam hopped out first followed by James. You stayed in your seat, there were a hundred options of casinos so why did they take you  here?

"Get out." You shook your head like a spoiled child but you could see Sam was not finding it amusing. "We need your help so please get out of the car."

You slid out from the seat and closed the door loudly.  "I am not responsible for my actions tonight from here. Got it?"

He nodded to you, accepting that much at least. You held out your hand and he placed a thin ThinkPad in your hand. You quickly found the IP of the CCTV for the casino and used a backdoor command line of code to circulate footage from an hour ago. "We are good to go. Yay." You handed the ThinkPad back to Sam with your sarcasm. "You need to take the suit jackets off if you two want to blend in."

They both removed them and put them back in the car before you reached up to James’ collar and unbuttoned the top two buttons before making your way to the front door. When you got inside you made a beeline to the first bar and ordered three shots of tequila before downing them in quick succession. With your nerves settled you ordered a Long Island to take with you to the tables. You needed to be drunk to face what was coming, Sam and James would have to look after you when it got messy.

You led the way to the high rollers lounge and sat in the middle seat of a 21 table. A stack of chips were placed in front of you and the games began. You’d always had a thing for numbers, they came easily to you and were definitive. There was no interpretation like literature, one plus one equals two. You chose to go take maths a step further and count cards so as the dealer dealt the cards you started a running count. When the favour started to build your way you upped the bets and started winning big.

About 30 minutes into playing you saw the floor manager make his way through the crowd. That was your queue to go and Sam started packing the chips into trays and headed to the cashiers. You, however, kept $50,000 and continued to play until you felt the man take the seat beside you with a scowl on his face.

"I'm going to need you to come upstairs please, ma’am."

You raised your eyebrow at the man and rested your face on your palm. “Now, why would I do that? I am comfortable here, thank you. Zemo is more than welcome to come down here if he wants to talk." You patted his shoulder mockingly and the manager quietly made his way back to the doors to the operations rooms.

"Do you think he will come?" You asked Sam when he came back with a bag of money and you packed up the remaining chips to put them in the bag too before heading to the bar.

"He doesn't have a choice. He owes restitution and he knows what happens if he doesn't pay."

You saw James’ confused look but he didn't pry into what you were talking about as Sam handed you the ThinkPad and you ordered another Long Island iced tea. You logged into the device you had slipped into the manager's pocket and placed your airpod in your ear.

“Sir there is a woman in the high rollers that I'm sure was card counting.”

“And..?” Your lip curled at Zemo’s voice. “Why are you bothering me about it, that’s your job.”

“Well she said if you wanted to talk you should go to her.”

You could picture him already, running to the monitors and looking over the footage so you looked at the closet camera and blew a kiss at it.

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The Alpha’s Sister

Imagine coming home for Thanksgiving break and letting your family know you’re moving back home. Life in Beacon Hills ends up being a rollercoaster, but what a fun ride it is.

Words: 9.3K Author’s Note: Um, excuse me.. but how the hell have y'all let me go so long without writing anything for Derek Hale?! I wrote three books, each book having 77 chapters, and not a single imagine for my favorite werewolf.  Warning for this..? Some violence though it’s not detailed. And Scott’s pack only consists of his inner circle (Stiles, Derek, Lydia and Malia). I wasn’t a fan of the baby beta or his friends.

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frank castle x reader

It was the first time in a long time Frank was in a deep sleep, when he heard a loud bang on his front door.

He was out of bed, half-asleep, gun cocked as he made his way to the sound, fearing the worst. As he quietly opened the door, gun ready, he let out a groan when he recognized your prone body collapsed outside of it.

“What the fuck, I was sleeping.”

You glared up at him half-heartedly. “Just calling in a favor, Castle.”

He could tell you were injured, blood staining your jacket and trailing from a cut on your cheekbone. He didn’t even think twice as he leaned down to carefully scoop you up into his arms and into his apartment; you’d done it for him enough time that he really did owe you one.

“What is it this ti-fucking christ.”

You’d pulled your jacket off, lifting up your sweater to reveal the 8 inch gash along your side. It was deep, blood pumping out at a terrifying amount.

“Just a quick stitch-n-ditch, I promise.”

Frank rolled his eyes, trying to hide his concern as he quickly grabbed his kit from under the sink. “I’d be amazed if you didn’t pass out from blood loss within the next ten minutes, sweetheart. You ain’t going anywhere.”

You gave in pretty easily, considering there was no way you were walking out by yourself at this point. A stab wound to the ribs, possible broken wrist, and most likely a concussion.

Frank didn’t say a word as he stitched you up, focusing on his work. He could feel your gaze on him, heated and soft. Like always. He could move his face an inch and kiss you. But he wouldn’t.

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