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Born In Flames || Chapter Seven, Part Two

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 One

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Bucky was surprised the drive took so long, though he caught glimpses of signs as the headlights hit them. They were still in New York, but definitely not the city. He wondered if Pierce was taking some random route to ambush him, but with a gun to his head, it wouldn’t be a smart idea.

The roads turned into the woods and soon the car was slowly pulling up to a dimly lit cabin. Bucky saw all of the men posted outside and there was no doubt more inside.

“Get out,” Bucky said. They both left the car at the same time, the gun never leaving sight of Pierce. Once he rounded the car, he grabbed Pierce and used him as a shield while the men realized what was happening and approached with their own guns.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Bucky called out.

He didn’t see the man who had just finished taking a piss farther out in the trees, but he heard the soft crunch of twigs and dead leaves beneath his feet. Bucky pulled the gun away for one second and shot at the spot the sound came from.

It seemed his days in battle overseas really aided him. He hit his mark before returning to the men. He didn’t necessarily have a plan for the moment but he knew he had to act fast. Gripping Pierce even harder, Bucky started to shoot each of the men he saw. None of them fired back, knowing it would kill their boss before it ever hit Bucky. Four men down and one in the woods.

“I should say you’re a shitty boss for even leaving them outside in this cold,” Bucky muttered as snow started to fall. Pushing him towards the door, Bucky whispered “knock.”

Pierce did as he was told and before he knew it, Glen/Matthew opened the door.

He reached for his gun but Bucky shot him right between the eyes, though he added a couple more rounds for even betraying his job. Stanley shot up from beside you, your worn out body curled up. It was evident that something had just finished happening within the last hour. Your panties were off to the side and you looked as though you had struggled to shield yourself with the oversized shirt.

Bucky's eyes grew wide as he put two and two together, piecing it all in place. “You sick fuck!” He yelled, causing you to wake with a whimper of pain. You were dazed as Stanley’s body was shot even more, dropping in front of you.

Sitting up, you curled into the couch when you saw Pierce. But then Bucky’s face appeared from behind him and you froze.

“Bucky?” You whispered, your voice hoarse from all of the screaming.

“A whore like her mother,” Alexander scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Bucky quickly turned him around and shot him in the forehead. His body toppled backwards, hitting Stanley’s slightly. He couldn’t stop himself from emptying the rounds into all three of the bodies on the floor. The gun clicked, signaling they were all gone. Tossing the gun to the side, not having to worry about prints due to his gloves, he slowly stepped over the bodies and to you.

You shook, staring as the blood pouring out of the men. “Is this real?” You asked, wiping at your eyes. Your mind would play tricks on you, your dreams sometimes pleasant only to wake up still in the cabin.

Bucky knelt in front of you, gently taking your hands. He looked you over, disgusted at the way the men used you as a punching bag among other things. Pulling off his jacket, he slid it over your shoulders and cupped your face. You winced, your hands moving to rest on his forearms. You stared at him, gripping him as tightly as your weak hands could, hoping that this wasn’t a dream. You couldn’t bear to wake up from something that felt so real.

“I’m here, Angel. It’s real,” Bucky nodded. Glancing around, he furrowed his brow when he didn’t see any pants for you. “Where are your clothes?” He asked, frowning.

You shuddered and shook your head. “They took them away. I don’t…” you trailed off, knowing that they tossed them in the trash early on. They only ever gave you shirts and underwear, and you were “lucky” to even get those, according to Stanley.

Bucky swore under his breath. Grabbing the panties he did see, he slowly helped you into them and got you on your feet. Your knees wobbled, muscles not yet having found themselves. They never did after those times when you were used. Bucky helped you get your arms into the jacket and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m gonna get you home,” he said. Picking you up, he walked out of the house and got you into the passenger seat of Pierce’s car. Chances were that they wouldn’t have called it in and reported it stolen yet. After all, the owner was dead now.

Once he got you in, Bucky quickly rounded the car and got into the passenger seat. Setting the gps on his phone, he set it on the console and turned the heat up. He had felt your body and you were cold as ice.

Quickly he pulled out of the place and headed back towards the city while you curled up in the seat. “How did you find me?” You asked after a few minutes, facing him. Bucky reached out with his hand and you took it, leaning forward and holding it to your cheek. He was so, so warm and you needed the comfort.

“Forced Pierce to bring me there. We’ve been getting all of those videos and photos. When we got the one from today…” Bucky shook his head slightly and stared at the road. “I couldn’t sit by and watch as you were hurt. I was ready to kill anyone who stood in my way of finding you. I didn’t care if I was going to die, I just…I had to find you.”

You listened, pulling the hood up on Bucky’s jacket to hold the warmth in. He knew taking you to your place wasn’t the best option considering they knew where you lived, but you needed to be home. And without a boss, Pierce’s men didn’t have anyone to answer to.

“Michael and I have been trying to find anything about where you were. He’s been signing things over to Pierce just to get you back, but each time one thing was signed over, Pierce would add on another,” Bucky glanced over at you, how puffy and red your eyes were even in the darkness. “Angel…what did they do to you?”

You looked down, though you didn’t pull away. Admitting to what they did was the hardest thing and you never thought you would have to. You were sure that they were going to kill you. Turning the heat up as much as it could, you closed your eyes. “They…used me. Made me do things I didn’t want to. I can’t…” you shook your head as tears started to fall once more.

Bucky pulled the car over and put it in park before turning to you fully. “Shh. I’m sorry. They will never, ever hurt you again. I promise. I’m so sorry,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. “I’m not leaving you again. Ever.”

You believed him, but you were still scared. Nodding slightly, you took a few deep breaths. He smelled of leather and whiskey, something you didn’t realize you missed until now. Pulling your head back, you looked into his eyes. “You saved me.”

Bucky brushed your tears away with a nod. “I did say I owed you for saving my life, didn’t I?”

You nodded, though a smile didn’t break through. You weren’t sure if you could smile again, but it would come back in time. “Take me home,” you whispered.

Bucky kissed your bruised cheek as gently as he could before pulling the car back onto the road.

Slowly you started to recognize places, knowing home wasn’t too far away. Bucky didn’t pull his hand from yours. He needed to make sure you were there and you needed him there.

The only time he pulled away was when he parked the car outside of Pierce’s house. He made sure no traces were left before leading you to the car he originally drove in with.

The less evidence, the better.

He got you home quickly after that, helping you up to your apartment. When he opened the door, you frowned. It was somewhat messy, though it wasn’t terrible. To-go containers sat on the counter as well as empty water bottles.

“Buck, what is this?” You asked, looking around. “I didn’t have any of this…”

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve um…been staying here. In case any of the men came looking for something or if you found your way back somehow.”

You looked at him with a sigh, moving to wrap your arms around him and burying your face into his chest. His wound was more or less healed, though you momentarily even forgot he was shot. “Stay.”

“As long as you want me to,” Bucky spoke against your hair. “Think you can take a shower?” He asked, knowing it would help you at least a little.

You pulled back slightly. “I think so,” you muttered. Bucky didn’t give you a chance to do it yourself. He led you to the bathroom and had you sit on the closed toilet seat while he started it up. You noticed that his hair had started to grow out as well as his beard, but not terribly long. It was more full rather than the scruff you had gotten used to. Various new items sat on the counter. A toothbrush, some mouthwash, and Bucky even put some of his own body wash and such in the shower. Bucky turned back to you and nodded gently.

“I’m going to be right outside, okay? Call out if you need me. I’ll bring back a towel,” he looked down at you and he now saw the fresh writing on your leg closer than before. Breathing out through his nose, he met your eyes.

You noticed it but nodded anyways, pulling him in for a tight hug, or as tight as you could manage. “Thank you,” you whispered before letting him go.

Bucky kissed your temple and stepped out, leaving the door just slightly ajar to hear you better if you needed his help. Slowly standing up, you peeled off the jacket, shirt, and underwear. You couldn’t bear to look into the mirror, afraid of what you might see. The showers you were allowed to take were short and cold, while this one felt nice and inviting. If this was a dream, it was the most realistic one. You began to wash your hair first, caked in grease and sweat. It took you two run throughs of shampoo and conditioner before you felt clean. Then came the body.

You used the favorite soap that hadn’t been touched in a while, lathering up and washing your skin as hard as you could. That’s when the tears started again. You knew it was your hands, but you got flashes of the men’s hands on you again. You sat down at the bottom of the tub and tried to do it slowly, shaking as your hand ran up your inner thigh. You froze, sobbing as you tossed the washcloth and hid your face against your hands.

Bucky had decided to clean up the trash he left, shoving it all into bags and setting it by the front door to take out later or tomorrow. He usually was a very clean man, never liking to see trash scattered around. He wasn’t even one to have a bunch of items in his place. He only went there lately to get clothes and such. Once he was done, he went into the hallway and grabbed a thick, fresh towel. Knocking on the door, he peeked his head in.

“Hey Angel? I brought you a towel,” he said softly, setting it on the counter. When you didn’t answer, he frowned deeply. “Y/N?”

“Thank..you…” you gasped between quiet sobs. Bucky sighed and walked in farther.

“Do you need anything?” He asked. He didn’t want to open the curtain considering you were naked and even though he had just seen more of you today than ever, he wasn’t going to be that guy.

You hesitated for a moment before answering. “Don’t go,” you spoke.

Bucky moved to sit on the toilet, elbows on his thighs and hands clasped together. “I’m right here, I promise.”

You sniffled and grabbed the washcloth to try washing yourself again. You had to. You had to get the feeling of all of it off of your skin. Biting your lip and squeezing your eyes shut, you quickened your pace and scrubbed your skin even more until it nearly burned. Bucky was right outside of the curtain, and you knew he would help you do just about anything, but you were strong, right? You had to do this yourself. Once you felt like you were about to make yourself bleed from all of the scrubbing, you slowly stood and rinsed yourself off once more before shutting the shower off. Peeking out from behind the curtain, you looked down at Bucky and reached your hand out towards the towel. He handed it to you and you wrapped yourself in it before pushing the curtain back fully.

Bucky kept his eyes on your face as he stood. “I know this isn’t what you want but…go sit in bed. I need to take care of the…cut,” he muttered. Neither of you wanted to talk about it, but you knew he just didn’t want it to get infected.

Nodding, you stepped out of the shower and headed to your room. He gathered the items he needed while you got dressed. Your room had been pretty much untouched, though he had no reason to even step foot inside. You pulled on a long sleeve and some shorts, knowing it would be better for him to get to the cuts. Crawling onto the bed, you sighed and tried to allow your heart to settle. You were home whether it was a dream or not. You leaned back against the pillows. Being in a bed felt so odd after six months on a couch or floor.

Bucky knocked on the door and you called out that he could come inside. He stepped in and closed the door behind him, one arm full of items. Gauze, wrap, antibacterial ointment, and he even grabbed a couple bottles of water and an apple.

“I thought you might be hungry. It’s not much but if they haven’t been feeding you, you’ll have to start small,” he muttered as he climbed onto the bed next to you.

Sitting up, you curled one leg beneath the extended wounded one, taking the apple as he handed it to you with a small thanks. He turned on the light on the nightstand to get a better look. “So you don’t need stitches, but this won’t feel good. Just remember to breathe, okay?” He asked. You nodded, taking a small bite of the apple.

Bucky proceeded to clean the wound, though you chewed on the apple to bite back the pain. You were thankful it was still somewhat fresh so it didn’t start to get infected. You had smaller cuts from when they hit you but not enough that would get gross. You focused on Bucky’s face, how his eyebrows knitted together as he focused. He had bags under his eyes and looked just about as tired as you.

“What did I miss?” You asked, needing a distraction. Bucky glanced over to your face before your pleading eyes told him you needed it.

Bucky sighed and looked back to your leg. “Well, Michael has pretty much put everyone through the ringer since he doesn’t trust anyone anymore. Glen had been loyal for years so it’s pretty warranted. Liz keeps giving me her pot cookies but I don’t do that stuff so I gave them to Michael. I guess he likes them, but don’t tell her I’m not eating them. I gave her the excuse that you were visiting family. Well…I gave everyone that excuse. I went to your job and told them how there was a family emergency so you would be out of work for a while. Your aunt was sick and you had to stay and look after her. Duff seemed pretty okay with it but I know he missed you. Michael…really tried to get you back. He was ready to do what Pierce asked and sign over the whole company. I know he’s been a bad father, but he does care about you,” Bucky’s words were softer at the end.

You kept chewing on the apple as you listened, your free hand resting on your stomach. You were happy that Bucky came up with lies so people didn’t worry, though you sighed when he mentioned Michael caring.

“Don’t tell him I’m home yet, okay? I just…need a night in here,” you mumbled, setting the half eaten apple on the nightstand as you groaned in pain when Bucky put the ointment on. He whispered a soft apology but continued. Taking a sip of water, he then applied a bandage and taped it down so it wouldn’t fall off too easily.

Setting the water down, Bucky gathered the items and headed out to put them away. You looked around, somewhat feeling like a stranger now in your own home. For the last six months, you had been put out and made to feel like you were nothing but a hole, a body to torment. Pulling the blanket over your legs, you curled up on your side and glanced at the clock. Five am. A time you used to go to sleep after work was finished. It made your heart hurt.

Bucky appeared in the doorway, chewing on his lip. “You should get some sleep,” he mumbled.

Looking over at him, you reached your hand out and motioned for him to come closer. Once he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, you took his hand. “Stay with me, please?” You asked, not wanting to be alone. Sure, you hadn’t been alone in months, but you trusted Bucky.

Bucky's heart broke at how scared you looked. Nodding, he squeezed your hand. “Let me go get changed and I’ll be right back, Angel,” he said.

You nodded and let go as he got up, watching him walk out. That nickname was beginning to be your favorite in the world. Your brain drifted off as you waited, trying hard to stay away from the demons that were now going to plague your mind. You didn’t have nightmares much at the cabin, just because they would tire you out by slapping you awake and making sure you didn’t get any decent sleep. Hearing soft footsteps, Bucky walked in and shut the door, having done a check around the home before getting changed. He wore just black pajama pants and a tee. Shutting off the light, he crawled into bed on the other side of you and laid on his side. You turned towards him, the streetlight illuminating his face just enough.

“What’s going to happen now? With Michael and Pierce,” you spoke quietly as Bucky slowly pulled you in and wrapped one arm around your waist. The other slid beneath your pillow, his face just inches from yours. His touch was soft, afraid of breaking you farther.

“I’m not sure. It may be covered up, cleaned up with disappearances and bodies that weren’t found,” Bucky shrugged, which made something trigger in your mind.

“Bodies…Bucky, Pierce has bodies buried around that cabin. He mentioned it the day I was taken there. Who knows how many there are,” you muttered, your hand resting on his cheek as you brushed over his beard.

Bucky frowned and shook his head. “An issue for another day. C’mon, you need sleep,” he whispered, kissing the inside of your wrist. You watched him with soft eyes.

“Guard dog…” you muttered, leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. From there, you curled your body against his and tried desperately to relax against him.

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Breaking and Entering Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: You break into Bucky's apartment after being hired to steal his dog tags but something about the man draws you to him. Struggling with the guilt of taking his precious possession, you find yourself unable to complete the delivery of the item. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, lots of smut, illegal activities, bit of violence. Word Count: 8.6k Status: COMPLETE

Part One ⁂ ➴ You break into Bucky's apartment and decide your mission can wait until after you have some fun with him

Part Two ⁂ ➴ Fate has you and Bucky crossing paths and leads to a change of heart.

Part Three ⁂ ⨮ ➴ Nothing is easy and doing the right thing is downright hard but it's something you need to do.

⁂ = smut † = death ⨮ =angst ꕥ = fluff

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’.

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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Gods and Men || Jake Lockley

Summary: You are an avatar and find yourself pulled towards a man who shares the same power as you do.  Warnings: 18+ only, violence, unprotected sex, sassy reader WC: 2.6k

To some Konshu is ancient but to others, like Iah, he is still an infant. Iah was the god of the moon long before Konshu was given life and his power infinitely greater, until he decided to retire with the other old gods of Egypt and let the next generation take reign. His spirit would still be resting in the dark side of the moon if it weren’t for the terrible tour guide letting you wander off from the group. You had stumbled across Iah’s physical body’s resting place and accidentally became his avatar when you touched his amulet.

“Find Konshu. He can put me back to sleep.”

“That’s all well and good but there’s 7 billion people on this planet now, how am I meant to find his avatar?” You groaned as you looked at Iah for answers.

“He may be weaker but he still holds the power of the moon. Feel its pull, like the tide, let it carry you to him.”

You rolled your eyes before closing them and spreading your arms wide, feeling Iah’s power rush through you. You could feel the oceans and seas, the rise and the fall of the tides. You could feel the moon itself waning in its cycle, the sun’s shadow cooling its surface as the earth eclipsed it. Then you felt it, a sensation of magnetism that was neither tide nor moon but something else entirely.

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Thena x Autistic reader?? Reader has bad memory, talks at bad times and has tics? Tics that are like random head movements and saying things randomly? Sorry, just tryna make it so I can relate to it if you do end up writing it🏋️‍♀️

Hey! So I’m going to try my best at writing this, but I’ve never done Thena or an autistic reader, nor am I autistic, so if any of this is offensive, I really apologize and please call me out on it!

But here it is! Hope you enjoy it @whyisgam0raa

Let it be Known

Pairing: Thena x autistic! Reader

Warnings: protective Thena, mean Ikaris, overall pretty fluffy

Summary: Thena is very protective over you

You were a part of the Eternals, you could control water and ice. Most of the team liked you, most being everyone but Ikaris, he had something against you, and you weren’t sure what.

One day during a meeting with the team about a problem with the humans, that day your tics were really bad, possibly due to stress from the problem. Your head would make random movements while others were talking, you could tell it was making some people a little annoyed, mainly Ikaris, which made you a little embarrassed but Thena smiling at you from across the table when she saw you were, made that feeling go away.

Ikaris was in the middle of proposing what he thought the solution to the problem was when you blurted out, “the blue on your suit is made from Woad, Isatis tinctoria.” Your hand flew to cover your mouth, knowing Ikaris absolutely hated when you would blurt stuff out at the wrong time due to your tics. He glared at you, and you mumbled an apology. “You know what? Why are you even on this team?!? It’s obvious that your autism is affecting the productivity of this team and you really shouldn’t be on it! Those stupid tics of yours are just causing more problems!” Ikaris was full on yelling at you, but it was just making your head jolt more and more.

Thena jumped up and summoned her sword and shield, “you better shut up now unless you want this in a really uncomfortable place.” He glared at Thena but backed down. You ran off and Thena ran after you, leaving Ikaris to get chewed out by the rest of the team.

“Hey, Y/N, it’s alright, come here,” she moved to comfort you. “Ikaris is just being mean and an ass, it’s not true, I promise.” “I like you, a lot,” you mentally face palmed yourself, why did it have to be at this moment you blurt out your biggest secret. “I’m so sorry,” you quickly stated as soon as you saw Thena’s confused face. “I don’t know why I said that, I mean it’s true, but like you obviously don’t like me back so I probably just ruined our friendship.” You were rambling, you both knew it.

To stop you, Thena leaned over and planted a kiss to your lips, you immediately kissed back. After a little, you both separated, “what was I saying,” you laughed, only half joking. “Oh, just that you’d love to go on a date with me this Friday.” She winked at you, and you blushed, “sounds good to me.”

Safe Place

Summary: You are Bucky’s safe place. Well your boobs are. 

Warnings: fluff, so much fluff, mention of boobs

Word count: 317 short but sweet

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

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It all started on a sunny Tuesday. You and Bucky were currently laying on the sofa in the common room of the tower, Bucky was laying between your legs, his hips were on yours pining you down so you couldn’t move, not that you want too anyway. 

It was a bad day today. You knew it was because he was like a lost puppy dog following you around all day begging for his safe place.

And that’s how you ended up pinned under a super soldier, with his face gently nestled in between your boobs while you were reading your book. A comforting silence washed over you both, making Bucky sigh with calmness. His hands trying to go around you so he could be closer, so you arched your back slightly to help him and relaxed when he connected his arms.

You heard a muffled “thank you” causing you to giggle slightly at the vibrations in your chest.

“You’re most welcome bubba.” You whispered, kissing the top of his head as to not disturb the peaceful silence between you both.

It was a little over an hour when your silence was interrupted by the ding of the elevator, causing you to look up from your book to see Sam walking out with his head in his phone.

“Hey.” He greeted, doing a double take. “What is he doing?”

“Hi, Sam.” You greeted back, smiling at him, and then going back to your book. “It’s not a good day today.”

Sam nodded understandingly, hearing a muffled “piss off pigeon” causing him to shake his head as you giggled again from the vibrations.

“Feel better soon, Tin Man.” Sam called before walking away, making Bucky growl into your chest.

“Hey. Less of that.” You scolded playful as he whined, snuggling into your boobs more and sighing happily.

He wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

You are Bucky’s safe place.

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Be Silenced (Marvel long one-shot)

A/n: So, I've been thinking about this for a while now and thought that I'd put it down and see what you guys think. This is about THIS post from yesterday and this is just a small bit about what came to mind over the past 24 hours. Let me know what you guys think!! Also, I couldn't find a gif that I had in my mind, so I just decided to use this one. It's a bit longer than I expected and of course I am willing to do a part 2 if anyone wants one...

This does come with a warning though...

Warning: dark themes, death, mentions of concentration camps, mistreating people, complete disregard of human rights, please proceed with caution because it is a bit dark...

They all thought HYDRA was bad until the next mission came along. This new organization takes human experimentation to the next level. Levels that make the entire team cringe or make their rage rise. The last they have heard of anything like this was in World War II.

The place is like a concentration camp and they can't bear to think if the living conditions for these human experiments are similar to that of those unfortunate souls that suffered in the past, or if it's at least slightly better.

After their cover is blown, they know that this is no better than what they were hoping for because, after a few shouts, there are multiple gunshots and screams. The team knows that they have to move fast if they want to save any lives.

When things have calmed down, the team is disappointed to realize that they failed. "You can't win them all," Steve says, but everyone knows he's just as angry that they didn't win this fight as they all are.

It's even worse to go through the slaughter, the attempt to hide what this new organization had been doing. Multiple bodies lie dead in their cramped beds, blood soaking the floor. It's a sight that no one wants to see.

Whatever kind of experiments these people were doing, they obviously had their favorites. In the inner circle of the camp, the bunkers aren't so cramped with unfortunate souls. But they weren't too precious to be spared.

Bucky looks around the one bunker, one of the better ones, one that has only four beds, and he swallows past the hard lump in his throat. At the foot of the door is the soldier he had shot dead, hoping to spare those inside this bunker. But it looks like he failed that.

Steve walks up behind him, breathes out a long, burdened sigh, and drops his head between his shoulder. "No survivors here," he speaks into the earpiece. Even though there's silence over the comms, both Bucky and Steve can hear the heartbreak from the team.

Before the two supersoldiers leave, Bucky notices something. "Wait," he whispers, frowning at the one bed in the corner. "Steve," he calls, walking closer to the bed to take a closer look. "This bed is clean. Not a drop of blood on it."

But it looks like there's a body under the covers.

Steve, now seeing what Bucky's getting at, steps closer. Hope is in the air. Maybe there's a survivor after all.

Bucky pulls the covers away. The body had been made up of pillows and a bunch up sheet that would have covered the bed. The fact that there's no body makes Steve and Bucky share a look. Steve reaches up to his earpiece. "Keep a lookout. We might have an escaped survivor."

But Bucky shakes his head. He didn't see anyone leave after taking down the soldier at the door. They have to still be in this bunker. His eyes lift up, and he sees that there's a gap between the bed and the wall. A gap that none of the other beds have. They're all pushed flush against the wall.

Reaching down to the frame of the bed with his bionic arm, he pulls it further away from the wall. And sure as hell, there's a figure curled up in the corner.

Your head snaps up to them, your eyes wide, and your body shaking. And yet, there's not a trace of fear on your face. You have your arms wrapped around your legs and you stare up at the two men standing in front of you.

The sight of you isn't what Steve and Bucky were expecting even after everything they had seen today. From the muzzle wrapped tightly around your mouth to the feeding tube running into your nose, they know they can't begin to imagine what you've been through.

Bucky steps forward, kneels down in front of you, and slowly holds out his hand to you. He can't think of anything he can say to you now to make you feel better because, truth be told, you look worse than he's ever looked while with HYDRA. Not to mention that with the muzzle on your face, he knows you can't say anything in return. All he can do is offer you a smile.

And it's enough for you to place your hand in his and allow him to pick you up off the floor.

A Correspondence of Obligation - Prologue

Pairing: Prince!Bucky x Princess!Reader (Royal AU)

Summary: Obedience, duty, pristine smiles—raised as the princess of an oppressive kingdom, you knew nothing else. Your father signed your life away at the ripe age of five, black ink bleeding into a contract between nations, fate cemented with the flick of a quill. So when the time came to fulfill the promises you were too young to make, you expected much of the same in the land of Brookshire. But Prince James had other plans, as did the enemies looming outside the castle walls.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: A little angsty but really nothing!!

a/n: Here we goooo!! So so excited to get this series started :))

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My Princess, 

When you refuse to reply to my letters, it only makes me yearn for your words more. I wonder how your penmanship would look on the parchment from your stationary, how your seal would look stamped on the envelope. I wonder how to become deserving of you. 

Is there a method to this madness you put me through? 

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