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Dreams of Wolves and Light | Geralt x Assassin!reader

Description: When a misunderstanding leads to you having to fight a Witcher of all people, you encounter the last person on the continent you’d ever expected to.

Length: 3.5k

Trigger Warnings: fighting, blood, aggression, swearing?,

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Note: I am heavily basing my character design/backstory off Assassin’s Creed lore so its abit of a cross over. I am in love with both of the games so I felt abit of a crossover would be interesting.

Your mother. That was all you could smell. It brought you a comfort you hadn’t known in decades, the sweet scent of her hair oils filling your senses like a soft kiss to your face; that was the first sign you were dreaming. Nothing in your real life was so gentle as this anymore.

“Mother,” You heard yourself ask, not in the adult tone you knew by now, the one rugged with the scars of growing up. No, this one was young, tiny. Innocent. You barely remember being this age. “What did the seer mean, that thing she said about my destiny?” You asked curiously. You couldn't have been older than five.

This was a memory, you were certain of it, though the edges were blurred with the mirage of sleep, marred with the curse of losing one's memory as a long time passes. It was so dark in this dream, the image of Mother all but a shadow. You felt your hands run through her long hair, the trellises as soft as ever. You knew she was dead, but this all felt so real.

A honeysuckle laugh met your ears, calm and liquid: “You shouldn’t worry about destiny just yet, sweet pea. It’ll make sense someday,”

Your voice, your real voice, called for her in your slumber. It was perhaps this loud noise or the rumble of speaking in your chest that started to wake you, but it didn’t stop you clinging to the dream that bit tighter.

“But what did she mean? I don’t understand, there’s no wolves around here, are there Mama?” You heard yourself questioning frantically.

She simply chuckled again, and you felt a soft stroke of a mother’s touch on your forehead, soothing your qualms about what the seer had predicted for your future.

“Hush, pea. Nothing bad will happen to you while I’m here.” She soothed. You felt the cold of the outside, the real world, calling you home as she began fading into the deepest part of your mind once more, “Now enough talk of light and wolves and other such nonsense. It’s time you slept, little one,”

And yet, in a horribly ironic turn, it was then that you awoke.

The feeling of the scratchy, cheap sheets of the bed grounded you, finally bringing you out of your solemn reminiscence of that day, along with the horrid realisation your feet were practically like ice under the thin duvet. Your eyes scanned the room for the culprit of your discomfort until your eyes snapped on it. The window was open, letting a biting cool breeze nip at your skin.

You sighed, sitting up from the bed with a groan of effort. Yesterday’s journey had been particularly exhausting and your muscles were paying the price for it.

You thought about your dream as you packed up your things to travel once more, and took a deep breath of sourness as you exited the tavern and began climbing up a nearby church steeple to survey your area closer. You took little notice to a few townsfolk below you gasping as you expertly scaled the tall tower, as if your hands were made of hooks. There was no trickery needed, you simply had years of practice. It’ll make sense someday, the soft voice reverberated around your head tauntingly, and you gave another bitter sigh.

Because your mother had lied. She had died, and yet you still had no clues to what the seer’s vision meant. It had taunted you for years since she had passed, each turn of the phrase in your head as riddling as the last. Her old croak of a voice had uttered such an illusion to you, one you would never forget as long as you would live until you found the answer you wanted.

Dear Child, she had said, The wolf and the pup will guide you to the light or drag you to the darkness.

Your eyes scanned the horizon for any sign of someone travelling through the woods, just as the target you were here to kill supposedly had been for the past three days.

Your brotherhood had informed you of a cloaked figure moving between towns in the area, said to be slaughtering villagers in the night like some human shaped grim reaper. But the villagers weren’t just chosen at random, they just so happened to be informants for your creed, those who had happily given you and your brotherhood information over the years about your targets.

You called them the Keepers. They were an order of knights and lords who managed to find themselves in high courts all across the continent, whispering in the ears of leaders to control the continent as they pleased, starting wars and slaughtering people at a flick of their wrist under the titles of advisors to the court. Your creed had been able to keep them at bay for the time being, but they were getting stronger, smarter, and now you were losing your key informants at the hands of your enemies.

So it was only logical that the brotherhood decided to send their best assassins out to hunt the killer. Or killers perhaps. You had your private suspicions that this was a much bigger plot than it seemed, that many malevolent leaders had their puppeteering fingers on the strings of these killers. They weren’t working alone.

There! Your eyes caught sight of a small flume of smoke coming from amidst the trees, around a two hours ride away from here. In all likelihood, it was nothing, yet if they were simply a traveller they may have some more information on where your newest target was.

So, the woods it was then, you decided.

“If only mother could see me now,” You almost laughed to yourself cynically at your words, checking the street below for a soft landing, your eyes narrowing on a deep enough pile of hay that would break your fall well, “So much for that destiny bullshit,”

And with that you leapt.

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Geralt watched Ciri contort in her sleep, frowning as he heard her mumbling empty threats to some unknown assailant. His heart went out to the cub, it really did, he just had no idea how he was supposed to defend her from figments of her own mind. Goblins and ghouls, he could handle, but Geralt knew more than the average man that the biggest threats we faced were often the darkest parts of ourselves only we could confront.

“Stay back,” The blonde girl whimpered, her legs thrashing on the woodland floor. Geralt minded how her boot got a little too close to the hot coals that was all that remained from their fire last night and decided he needed to wake her up for her own good. As if hearing his concerned thoughts, the Cintran girl’s eyes snapped open without prompt, taking in the bright new morning they had awoken to.

“Glad to see you’re awake,” Geralt started, packing the few items he had into his rucksack ready to load Roach up for another day of journeying towards Kaer Morhen, “How did ou sle-”

“Someone’s coming,” Ciri rushed, giving little explanation as she sat upright, disturbing the dry leaves around her small body. Geralt seemed to tense up in alert in synchrony with the worry in her voice.

“What do you mean? Where?” He asked sternly, golden eyes flicking between the trees frantically to see where the problem was.

“I don’t know, I just saw them in my dream,” Ciri frowned, her eyes trying to chase the source of her vision just as much as her protector’s were. “A man in a black cloak and a mask, he was reaching for me. I couldn’t get away,” Her voice wobbled with the trace of the fear she’d felt in her dream, knowing it was about to become a reality before her very eyes. Her visions always started like this.

Geralt sighed, looking at the younger girl’s startled frame. He had forgotten what children were like when they had convinced themselves the monsters in their head were real. He was so sure she was just on edge from her morbid sleep, “Ciri, I’m sure it was just a nightmare,” The older man tried to reassure her, but the girl had since hopped up to attention, her heart racing with fear.

“No! No, Geralt, it wasn’t like the black knight. It was different this time, you have to believe me! I saw him,” Ciri said fiercely, eyes flicking through the trees as more snippets of her dream started playing out before her until… “There! A rider!”

Geralt looked at where she was pointing, her expression somewhere between triumph and fear as she locked in on the man from her dream. His attuned senses caught up to him as the sound of fast approaching hooves met his ears, and he made out the figure of a dark cloak atop a grey horse, an omen of death if ever he’d seen one.

“Go stand behind Roach. Don’t reveal yourself until I tell you it’s safe to.” Geralt ordered, blindly following the girl’s intuition. He had no idea who this person was, but the accuracy of the Princess’s dream told him to trust her word nonetheless. She followed his command, standing behind his mare’s large, muscular legs and using the surrounding bushes as slight cover from whoever this man may be.

He drew his sword as the rider approached, lifting his own dark hood over his head and hiding behind a large tree in order to size up this mystery passenger.

Geralt heard Ciri’s heart pounding from her hiding place, rhythmically in time with the hooves of the approaching horse. He felt as if he were holding his own breath, waiting for the assailant to hopefully pass by with no qualms on their position, the sound of the footfall only getting louder in his sensitive ears. He didn’t doubt his skills necessarily, he knew he could protect Ciri from any regular foe, but his time with the Cintran girl had been nothing but a handful of surprises, even the gift of her herself. It unnerved him that she had seen this man approaching them; why him?

It struck him then what was odd about the approaching fiend. He couldn't hear a heartbeat.

There was something different about this enemy, he could feel it in his gut.

The rider slowed their horse down to a trot, then to a walk as they neared the camp he and the girl had slept at. He heard them dismount gently, their feet much lighter than expected as they closed in on his makeshift campsite.

He tried to listen for any other clues as to who the target was, but all he heard was a brief fumble of a hand on the forest floor as they felt around the dying fire, no doubt trying to gage from the heat in the soil how fresh or old the flame was. They were smart, skilled at tracking it seemed.

Geralt decided it was now a good time to confront the man in question. He couldn't risk him advancing on Ciri.

The white wolf rounded the tree, sword bared and ready for a fight.

Except there was no one there.

The horse they had rode on still stood obediently, so they hadn’t left, he would have heard if they had anyway. There were no tracks, the ones that remained seemed to have been swept away by the man’s long cape that Ciri had noted immediately.

They had just … vanished. Like a ghost or a flume of smoke simply fading into the air around them. No trace they were really ever there.

Geralt stood to attention, ears pricked like a wild animal on the prowl for its prey as he took in every minute movement around him. His head snapped to a small movement in the tree above him, only to see a small crow hopping between the branches innocently. Sure, that very well could be them considering some mages were well known to shapeshift, but Geralt’s eyes flickered around the perimeter unconvinced.

For a moment, there was just silence. Ciri’s heart pounding in his ears from her spot, Roach’s much slower heartbeat overlapping it. He was sure even he was holding his breath as he searched for any sign of the assailant.

And yet nothing.

He had but a millisecond to react as he heard a faint twig snap above his head before it was too late. A body - the body he had been searching for in fact - landed on his shoulders with a diligence he had only seen in professional killers. The unexpected force of a figure damn near knocked him to the floor, though luckily he was more than built enough in his legs to handle the weight. He did, however, drop his sword in shock, and was left grappling with the perpetrator with his bare hands.

The, who he now guessed was an assassin due to their expertise skill, wrapped his cloak hood over his face, effectively blinding him and suffocating him at the same time. He reached out for any part of their body he could grab hold of, satisfied when he felt the culprits waist, grabbing it with both hands and heaving them forward with a heavy buck towards the forest floor.

The assassin was flung to the floor, though they had the good sense to grab his cape in just the right place from around his neck to take him tumbling to the ground too. The figure kicked out a heavy boot into his stomach as he careered almost on top of them, and even his quick reflexes felt numbed as they skillfully pinned him to the ground. He felt a set of thighs wrap around his neck, arm yanked upwards towards a surprisingly well endowed chest, before they began to squeeze like a muscled constrictor around his neck.

Geralt groaned in effort as his throat began to pay the price for his opponent's quick work. Luckily, his eyes caught sight of a small blade in the side of the assassin’s boot, and he was smart to yank it out of its holder before his airways could be shut off. He plunged it into the figure's thigh, making them grunt shortly and loosen their grip on his neck. Just as he'd wanted, he grabbed the figure by the scruff of their own cape and threw them to the ground next to him.

The pair of them stood, Geralt only equipped with the assailant's own blade, as he watched the figure in question pull another two long knives out of their waist scabbards. He debated drawing one from his own boot that he knew lay hidden, but their smaller, more nimble stature told him his odds were against him at a knife fight. He was good with a sword, gods know he was good with a sword, but this assassin clearly operated with small, fast movements, something his brawny build worked against.

Instead, Geralt chose a smarter route. He moved his hands into the symbol of axii, pushing his hands forward to thrust the wind in their direction to knock them hard away from Ciri.

The white haired man felt his mouth drop open when the galeforce current he sent towards them was deflected by a cross of their wrists, as if they had bounced the wind off their being with the action.

Instead, the spell he had conjured was sent straight back at him, launching him backwards, further into the forest. His body dragged along the floor with the weight of the spell, ironically knocking the air out of his lungs in both force and shock at the action he had just witnessed.

What in the continent was that?

He barely registered the fact the movement had thrown him past Roach and Ciri, his mind racing to catch up with what had just happened, but he didn’t miss the young girl’s worried eyes following his falling figure, nor did he fail to see the way the assassin ran at him with their blades drawn.

Geralt barely had time to sit up to defend himself before the dark hooded figure had jumped at him, their weapon pressed against his throat oddly delicately. He could barely make out who was beneath the hood from the black sheath they wore over their mouth and nose, and the clothing was draped too far down to see any eyes. The figure looked like what he imagined the grim reaper to be, the omen from the stories he and his brothers used to tell each other before bed back when they were just young ones. The other hand brought the twin blade careering down towards his head, and Geralt prepared himself to take the stab to the hand when Ciri spoke up.

“NO! STOP!” The young cub yelled, revealing herself even though it had been clear from their new position that they were not at all alone.

Geralt watched the figure freeze for a moment. It seemed a shred of humanity gleamed through the assassin’s behaviour as they heard a mere child beg for mercy. Their head snapped towards where Cirilla stood, false bravery on her expression as she watched the figure look straight at her, their attention diverted away from the white wolf.

“Ciri?” The assassin said, though the voice was muffled from the mask and much higher pitched than Geralt had imagined.

It was then that the small frame, the voice, the quiet, nimble movement they held, it all wove together in Geralt’s mind.

It dawned on him that this assassin was in fact a woman.

A woman who had stupidly taken her eyes off him.

He knocked her clean off her feet as she stared at the princess for much longer than he felt comfortable with, her smaller body rolling clear out of the way of Ciri and Roach, dropping one of her knives in the process.

You groaned as you felt the effect of his hard punch land hard where your nose was, rattling your brain inside your head. It couldn’t be, surely you were seeing things. That couldn’t be the princess.

As your thoughts raced, you were unceremoniously picked up by the scruff of your neck like a pup in a litter. Your most obviously concealed weapons thrown to the ground next to you as the Goliath of a man handled you with revenge in his piercing golden eyes.

He ripped your hood down revealing your neatly braided hair and partially covered face, though you simply looked over his shoulder at the girl who had shouted for mercy.

You had to know if it was her. What on earth was she doing so far from Cintra? She had grown so much since you'd last seen her. Why was she with your target? Your heart plummeted as you feared the worse for your sweet girl: Had she been kidnapped by this man?

“Eyes on me,” He growled at you, watching as your gaze had ignored him and gone straight to his child surprise. “Now, who sent you?

Your head snapped back to him at the hostile mutter of his question, “Who sent me?" You snarled, "I should be asking you the same thing,”

Geralt huffed, bringing one of his large hands up to your throat as you kicked viciously against his brutish strength. “If you want to talk in riddles, I have no use for you,”

You prepared yourself to start wrestling against his grip when a figure appeared over the shoulder of the man, exactly the one you could have sworn blind you'd heard. Your eyes widened at the girl you had left all those years ago.

“Y/N?” Ciri asked cautiously, as if the mask that lay on your face deceived her. But the way you’d looked up at her had her curious, and she was so sure when she’d gotten a closer look at your cape and facial features, the years came back to her in waves of nostalgia.

Geralt’s head turned to the young cub who approached carefully, her grey fur coat dragging behind her slowly. He felt his hands loosen from around your throat as he saw the saddened glint in Ciri’s eyes, and something tinged with recognition as she said your name again. He put you down the minute he saw her reaching for you longingly, and the second your feet met the floor she had rushed forward to take you in by the waist, burying her head into the crook of your hood as if she was greeting a family member.

You hugged her back just as tenderly, pulling your black mask down to reveal quite a beautiful face indeed, bar the bruise that was quickly forming on your nose thanks to Geralt’s heavy hands. “Sweet girl, what on earth are you doing here?” You asked in a voice so soft he couldn’t believe you had been grappling to kill each other not five minutes earlier.

Geralt’s head swam with lost thoughts. How on earth had you escaped and left no tracks in the first place? How had you deflected his axii like that, he was so sure that was impossible, and more importantly, why was his child surprise holding onto you as if her life depended on it?

Nothing about you made sense, not one single piece of information and so Geralt, in his whirring mind had nothing else to say to you except: “Who the fuck are you?”

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Enamored [46] - Vices and Virtues

A.N: Last 2 chapters!❤ I hope you’ll like this one my loves, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: Good things come to those who wait.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, mentions of sex, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of pregnancy.

Word Count: 4300

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In all honesty, this plan seemed easier when it was merely a plan.

Putting it into action though? That was a whole different story.

For the last week, the ton hadn’t stopped talking about your potential divorce and how your marriage was doomed. You knew you were supposed to be happy that everyone believed your deception, seeing that it would work in your favor, and you had managed to convince yourself it was a good thing so far-

Until now.

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Two Minds, One Body || Mafia!Bucky [pt2]

Mafia!Bucky x fem!reader

Chapter Summary: Now that you are a permanent fixture in Bucky and Winter's life they treat you as their queen. Have mercy on anyone who disrespects their queen. Warnings: 18+ only, smut, mafia typical threat of violence WC: 2864

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When you had been asked to pack a bag for a night away, you had thought you were going somewhere further than New York City. The confusion had been clear on your face as your driver parked outside a gated brownstone, but before you could ask why you were there the front door opened to reveal Bucky. His usual business attire had been ditched in exchange for a dark blue cashmere sweater that set his eyes alight and the way it hugged his chest had you itching to run your hands over it.

The only sign that he wasn’t as relaxed as he tried to appear was the crystal tumbler of whiskey hanging from his fingertips and the way his hair tipped to one side, the result of his fingers constantly brushing through the strands. Your driver was at your side and opening the door just as Bucky cleared the gate and you stepped onto the pavement and into his waiting arms. He may have only been gone one day but it was more than enough to have missed his presence at home.

“I’m so glad to see you, doll.” Bucky whispered quietly into your ear as his eyes scanned the street. “Let’s get inside.”

Whatever timeless age the outside held was gone the moment you stepped over the threshold. High ceilings and open spaces were modernised and surprisingly minimalist compared to the decor of the mansion upstate, but it was just as stunning. Bucky’s hand was low on your back as he guided you through the foyer and down a hall to his office at the back. You were suddenly nervous as he closed the door behind you and placed his glass on the mahogany desk.

He dropped heavily into his chair and turned his attention to the wall of glass that overlooked the private backyard and shimmering pool. A tension hung in the air and you were surprised Winter was making his way to the surface as Bucky chewed on his bottom lip and twirled a pen mindlessly in his hand. Suddenly he dropped the pen back on the desk and patted his lap, your movements slower than normal as you tentatively approached him.

“I need your help.”

Whatever you thought he was going to say could not have come close and your lips parted as you took a breath and sat on his lap. “Whatever you need, baby.”

“A warehouse of mine was raided today. There was meant to be an auction tonight.” He said as he tipped his head back and sighed as your hands massaged the tight muscles on his shoulders. “We are sitting on $100 million cash and this auction was how we were going to wash it.”

You didn’t know where he was heading with it as he reached for his whiskey and swallowed the amber liquid back, sucking his teeth as the alcohol burnt down his throat. “I need to know if you were serious when we met.”

You nodded as you remembered what you said in an attempt to hopefully save your life. “You can launder money digitally without losing, I'm sure. I had a lot of time to think of business and criminal ventures when I was trapped in that marriage.”

“I need you to show me how, doll. If I can’t get rid of this cash quick we are all fucked.”

You stood up and turned around so you could sit facing his computer, already bringing up different websites. “You’re familiar with cryptocurrency, right?”

“Some of our overseas partners use it.” He nodded. “We have wallets with Ethereum, Litecoin, Cardino and a few others.”

“Good. What about NFT’s?” He shrugged and you brought up an image that looked like a child had made on Microsoft Paint. “Buying, trading and selling of unique digital media. It can be as basic as this shit or actual art but they are legitimate sales and can be almost completely anonymous with crypto.”

He leant forward to look closer at the website and scanned over the information, his mind processing it efficiently. “I’ll need a few more shell companies, but that's simple enough to do.”

“Buy a few of these cheaper ones and sell them to yourself for a few hundred thousand.” You nodded. “Crypto takes care of the rest, money washed.”

“Set it up.”

“Wait, what?” You gasped, spinning around to see if he was joking.

“This is your baby.” He reclined back with a smile, reaching into his pocket for his phone and wallet. “Get whatever you need to make it happen.”

No one had ever trusted you to do, well, anything. You had just been an item to trade and barter with and now Bucky was treating you as his equal. Sensing your hesitation, he pulled you closer and cupped your face as his lips brushed softly over yours. Your body relaxed in his embrace, moulding into him as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“If you need any help, I’ll be right here.” He reassured you as he broke away, leaving you to catch your breath.

You took a deep breath and nodded, mentally telling yourself that you could do this. You had made a million plans in your head on how to hide money on the off chance you had been able to save some up and escape your previous marriage that you knew you had the idea right, you just needed to execute it. Turning back to the computer you were stopped and Bucky shook his head.

“Start tomorrow, doll. I asked you down here so I could take you out. How does dinner and dancing sound?”

“Sounds like you are trying to court me.” You teased him as you twirled your fingers around the hairs hanging longer at his nape. “I think you are just trying to get me in your bed.”

His rich laugh sent warmth pooling between your legs and his hand trailed up your leg as if he could sense it. “Definitely. In my bed, in my shower, on my desk…everywhere.”

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Bucky’s eyes darted around the room that was far too busy for his liking, there were too many exposure points and he had precious cargo with him. Everybody that brushed too close to you had his fingers inching closer to the gun on his hip and you stepping closer under his arm.

“There something I should know?” You asked as you noticed the stiffness that was usually reserved for Winter.

“No, I just don’t particularly like it here.” He said as he continued his survey of the nightclub’s ground floor.

“You don’t like it?” Your laugh briefly pulled his attention away and your hand resting on his chest had his cock twitch. “Honey, you own it.”

“I own half this city.” He pointed out before spotting a familiar face and his eyes darkened to azure.

“Win, what’s wrong?” You asked as you noticed the switch, following his line of sight to your ex-husband. Your evening had been going so well, starting with dinner at Chef’s Table then a few cocktails at Little Branch before heading to the nightclub for some dancing. In an instant the mood was gone. “Fucking marvellous.”

“I’ll deal with him.” Winter said chillingly. “Go with Nico and order a drink while I take out the trash.”

“Don’t take too long, there’s only two names on my dance card.” You whispered as you tiptoed to reach his ear, placing a quick kiss to his racing pulse.

“Kukolka…” he groaned as he fought the urge to take you to his office upstairs and fuck you on another of his desks.

“Sorry.” You said with a soft chuckle.

“No you’re not.” He said before snapping his fingers at Nico to get his attention and leaning down into your ear. “I’ll deal with you later, now go.”

You drew your bottom lip between your teeth as you imagined just how he would deal with you and you couldn’t wait. Two drinks later you were squirming on your bar stool. Between the music and the thought of Winter you just couldn’t sit still. Climbing off, you felt the room slightly spin and decided not to finish the half full glass.

“Would you like some water, ma'am?” Nico asked as he watched you grab the bartop.

“I think that is probably a good idea.” You admitted as you tried to act sober and failed.

After a refreshing glass of water you decided to make your way into the crowd filling the dancefloor, needing something to distract you from the absence of you boyfriend. A moment of insecurity hit you as you swayed to the music and you noticed the crowd move away from you. You didn’t think you had stood on anyones toes and the dozens of bottles of perfumes Bucky had bought were mouthwatering so it wasn’t that either. Turning around though, you saw exactly what had sent them spilling to the edges of the room.

Winter’s air of dominance was almost palpable as his eyes roamed your body, you hips begging him to grip them tight as he showed every man exactly who you belonged to. He had seen the way the others had been eyeing you up, and if Nico hadn’t been there to stop their filthy fingers from getting close he would have been splitting his knuckles on another man. He had only just left your ex-husband unconscious against the dumpsters out back, he would have no problem adding more bodies to it.

Your body was burning for his touch as he continued to watch, his chest puffing from the fight he had just had and the sight before him. Holding your hand out, you curled your finger in invitation and his lips teased a hint of a smile that only you could see. To everyone else he looked cold and unfeeling and he stepped closer like he was stalking his prey, this was the deadly mob boss with a reputation of getting his hands dirty. To you, you saw the fire in his eyes and welcomed his touch, your thumb softly brushing the fresh bruises on his knuckles before they came to rest on your hips.

“You started without me, kukolka.” He murmured low into your ear just loud enough to be heard over the music.

Turning in his arms so you could roll your hips and grind your ass over his cock, you leant back into his chest to look up at him with a smirk. “You were taking too long. I had to get your attention somehow.”

You should have known he would be a good dancer, the way he held you close and rolled his body in time with yours should have been illegal. It almost was illegal some of the things his hands were doing but he just stopped short of fucking you on the dancefloor. Just. The build up was leaving you dizzy and you could feel your arousal pooling in your panties with every beat of the heavy bass playing around you. Filth fell from Winter’s mouth between the kisses and sucks he was trailing along your neck and you felt like you could almost reach bliss without a single touch to your needy cunt.

“Win, unless you want everyone here to know how I look when I cum, we need to leave.” You begged as the throbbing between your legs left your chest rising and falling rapidly with sharp breaths.

“Upstairs.”

You could barely keep up as he raced towards the stairs that led to his office above the club and his fingers almost slipped from yours twice before you made it there. His hand was just about to turn the doorknob when Nico shouted over the music. A deep groan escaped his gritted teeth as he turned to find Nico holding his hand over his phone, worry indenting lines across his face.

“Got a situation, boss.”

Winter’s barely audible curse left you hiding the disappointment you felt, knowing your night had come to a halt earlier than planned. You gave him a small smile in return for the apologetic look he was giving you and he held his phone out to accept the call of whoever was on the other line. “This might take a while, doll. Nico, call the car around.”

He was about to head into his office where it was quiet enough to take the call but you pulled him to a stop, stealing your kiss goodnight before he regrettably pulled. “I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

He bit his lip as your hands trailed down his abs to hover over the bulge trapped in his pants. “Then you’ll deal with me?”

“Oh, doll.” He chuckled. “I’ll do more than just deal with you, I’m going to ruin you.”

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You could hear Winter’s angry rock music leaving you a trail of aural breadcrumbs to follow and you found the sound escaping the doors to the gym. Sweat was beading along his forehead as he lay there bench pressing an insane amount of weight, his legs spread wide to balance himself. The ropes of muscles in his arms strained to push the bar back up but still he kept going, so focused on finishing his reps that he didn’t notice you slipping inside.

“I missed you last night.”

You straddled his waist and he locked the bar over the hook so his hands were free to roam your body. You were still in one of his shirts you slept in, the edge riding up your thighs as he looked down to find you weren’t wearing anything underneath. His cock was already straining against the loose shorts he wore and you rolled your hips to sate your need for friction. You had waited up but after the dawn rays broke through the gap in the curtain you gave in to your exhaustion, it must have been important if it kept him out all night.

“Had some shit to deal with.” He tone admitted he missed you too as he felt the heat of your core calling to him.

“I had to take care of myself.” You pouted, reaching up your shirt to tease your nipples. “That’s how much I missed you.”

His chest vibrated with a possessive growl and he lifted you from his lap just long enough to push his shorts over his hips, impaling you with one well aimed thrust.

“Oh fuck.” You cried at the sudden fullness, swearing that you could feel him as your hand pressed to your stomach.

“Show me.” Winter grunted as your feet lifted off the ground with each sharp rut up into you. “Show me how you touch yourself.”

Your jaw went slack with ecstasy and you ran two fingers over his full pick lips until he opened his mouth for them, tongue working around them until they were nice and wet for you. Your heavenly sigh filled the air as you teased your clit and rolled your hips, riding Winter as he laid back and enjoyed the show. Your free hand tweaked your stiff peaks and the residual feelings from the nightclub plus everything he was doing quickly had you falling into your first orgasm.

Your pleasure was like a naked flame, your body the fuse and Winter the explosive. Seeing you ignite sent Winter into action. His large hands splayed across your back and he pulled you down, chest to chest as he took the control back. His hips pistoned furiously into you and your body had no time to recover from the first orgasm, the waves continuing to rippled through you, pussy gushing around his cock and down your legs.

“Fuck, Win, oh god, too much!” You cried as your legs fell slack around the bench and you gave yourself over to him.

“Wanna feel you come around me again.” He panted as he starved off his release to feel yours first.

Your head was shaking, but you couldn’t find the words to deny him as your walls began to flutter and tighten more with every rough pound of his body ramming yours. You tried to pull away as ghostly touches of fire spread over your skin but he took your hands and pinned them behind your back.

“Fuck, fuck, Winter, please.” You begged as tears sprung to your eyes.

“Take it, kukolka, you take it so well.”

You sagged with relief as your pussy began to pulse and he groaned as your body milked his cock, the hot ropes releasing with his heavy breathes that blew cool air across the fire that consumed your body. His hands released the grip on yours and pulled the limp limbs up to his neck so you could play with his hair while you recovered.

“I always liked waking up alone, until now.” You murmured as your mind remained in a cum-clouded haze.

“I wish I could promise that it wouldn’t happen again but our line of work makes it impossible.”

You looked up to see Bucky, his softer touch running soothingly up and down your spine.

“Then I’ll be content with the nights we do have.”

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Two Minds, One Body || Mafia!Bucky [pt4]

Mafia!Bucky x fem!reader

Chapter Summary: It's Bucky/Winter's birthday 🥳 but there always has to be some drama... Warnings: 18+ only, kind of public sex (its a public place but no one is around), edging, more smut, possessive Winter, oral both, toys: vibrator, buttplug WC: 2.9k

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You were lucky Bucky was a patient man as he waited in the car for you. You still couldn’t decide what dress you wanted to wear and you held them both up against you in the mirrored dressing room. Trying one on again, you took a photo and sent it to Bucky since it would be his birthday you would be wearing it to. You saw the message turn to read and after a moment where no response came you sighed and reached for the zip.

Knock, knock. “Doll.”

You forgot the zip and unlocked the door, stepping back as Bucky quickly slipped in and locked it behind him. Your breathing hitched as you saw the lust in his eyes and he bit his lip as he looked over your body. “Do you like it?”

You gave him a spin and smirked when he caught you by the hips, pulling you against his body so you could feel just how much he liked it. “I’d like it even more on the floor.”

His hand trailed down your spine, taking the zip with it and he slipped the sleeves over your shoulder. The cool air of the boutique store would have left you shivering if it wasn’t for the fire Bucky was lighting across your skin. Your fingers had already opened the first buttons of his dress shirt before your brain clicked in and you froze.

“We can’t have sex here.” You whispered in his ear. “There’s people just outside.”

“You think I would let anyone else hear how beautiful you sound when you cum?” His dark chuckle washed over you and his smirk teased you as much as his fingers that were dipping into your panties. “I sent everyone away. You looked so sexy in that photo, just had to have you.”

You giggled at his neediness and he spun you around to lean your hands against the mirror. There was no wasting any time with Bucky today it seemed, he quickly pulled your panties down your legs and nudged them wider before he teased your slit with his blunt head. Your eyes connected through the mirror and your lips parted as he pushed past your entrance with a satisfied moan. He truly was insatiable, between him and Winter taking their turns with you it was a miracle you could still walk.

Your breath misted up the glass as Bucky gripped your hips and set a quick pace. If you had any thoughts you would have felt sorry for the person who would have to clean the fog of your breath and your fingerprints off the glass when you were done, but Bucky was erasing all your capacity to think as he fucked you senseless.

Bucky thumb and index finger teased your nipple and you cried out at the sudden pinch he gave you, your cunt tightening, before he soothed it once again as he chuckled in your ear. “Oh? You like that, babygirl.”

“God, yes…”

You could feel your orgasm building and so could Bucky, his hand running down your stomach to the juncture of your thighs. You looked down at the reflection and watched as he spread your lips and circled your clit, quickly bringing you to the edge of bliss before he pulled out. You whimpered at the loss of both the fullness and the orgasm you were within reach of.

“Bucky, please.” You begged as you watched him force his erection back into his pants and wink at you.

“Come on, doll, we have places to be.” He chuckled as he walked out of the dressing room. “Oh, and get both dresses, you’ll need a spare.”

You didn’t know what he meant by that but you did as he told. After getting dressed and resisting the urge to finish yourself off, you gathered up the dresses and found the staff returning to the shop floor. You didn’t even have the decency to look apologetic, not when you saw the way the cashier was eyeing Bucky up at the front window.

“I’ll have these.” You said as you pulled out your purse.

“No need.” She said as she pushed your card away. “Mr Barnes owns this store.”

You tucked the purse away and caught the sly smile one Bucky’s face as he walked back and carried the garment bags for you. “When you said you owned half of Brooklyn, I thought you were exaggerating, like men and the size of their penises.”

“I don’t have to exaggerate.” He laughed as he opened the door for you before going around to the other side. “On either account.”

You headed back to the townhouse instead of travelling back upstate, since Bucky’s birthday party was going to be at a local event space, and you watched with amusement as Bucky closed the door to the walk-in wardrobe behind you. “Come to tease me again?”

He had watched you squirm on your seat the whole drive home, every bump leaving you a little breathless. “Maybe. It’s my birthday so I can have my gift unwrapped as many times as I please.”

His fingers tipped your chin back so he could steal a kiss from your lips that were pouting at the idea of being edged again. Thankfully, you knew how to drive him as crazy as he did you. You dropped to your knees and pulled his cock free to see the thick beads of precum leaking from his angry red tip. You flicked your tongue over the little slit and hummed at his taste, each kitten lick jerked his body and you could see his patience wearing thin.

“It’s not nice when you don’t get to cum, isn’t it?” You asked innocently as you stroked him slowly, painfully so.

The glaze in his eyes was gone and his focus was on the teasing smile you held and he smirked as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip. “You want me to fuck you, is that it?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to make you cum all over my cock?”

“God, yes…please.”

His eyes seemed to sparkle as you turned to putty as his feet. “Ok, but then you have to wear the gift I got you tonight.”

You would sell your soul for him to just give you the release you needed. “Anything.”

He walked around you and pushed you onto all fours, his hands massaging your ass and teasing your dripping hole with his thumb. After tasting your nectar from his thumb he hummed and thrust his hips forward, filling you as you pushed yourself back to meet him. There was no way you were missing out on another orgasm and you reached between your legs and let your fingers glide over your bundle of nerves.

“Someone’s a bit greedy.” He teased with a spank as he felt your fingers against his shaft. “Go on, baby, wanna feel you cum.”

Your back arched as you chased your own release and your legs tried to close shut around Bucky until they began to tremble. Your moans filled the small room and the hands on your hips gripped you tighter so Bucky could ram himself as fast as possible, the loud slaps of your skin filling your ears.

“B-bucky, I’m, oh god…” Your words were lost as white hot flashes of light blinded you and your core clamped down around him, milking him as he released himself inside you.

“Holy fuck.” He panted as his hips continued to jerk and you felt the most full you ever had, his cum leaking out and down your legs as he watched it rolling down. “Look at that beautiful mess.”

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The party was in full swing and businessmen and women from all over the world had accepted the invitation to Bucky’s birthday. You knew the majority of the people around you were criminals of one kind or another but you couldn’t tell them apart from the straight-laced business owners who mingled among them. The politicians you could spot a mile away, their seedy nature sending you in the opposite direction, which is how you ended up near the pool table. Your glances kept returning to the table but there was no one else playing, just people using it as a drink holder.

“Such a longing stare, should I be jealous of someone?” Bucky asked quietly in your ear, just above the music, as his hands came to rest on your hips.

“You’ve set my standards too high now, there’s no one that could make you jealous.” You promised as you turned in his arms. “It’s been a long time since I played pool, do you play?”

“Not since I found a better way to spend my time.” He smirked before taking your hand and leading you over, the people grabbing their drinks as Bucky took two cues from the holder. “Ladies first.”

You took your pick of the cue and chalked it up before walking around to the head of the table and lining up the break. The cue warmed your fingers as you pushed and pulled, readying your shot before you dropped your head and bit your lip to stifle the moan. When the sensation passed you shot daggers at Bucky, his phone in hand and ready to set off another vibration in your core. When he said to wear the gift he bought you, you thought he meant the dress. You were sorely mistaken.

“Take the shot, doll.” He teased as he lowered the settings but left it running.

You took a deep breath and rushed the shot, balls exploding in all directions but a large sinking into the corner. He slipped his phone away to clap at the shot and more people turned to watch the game unfold and you watched with intrigue as his tongue peeked out in concentration and one eye slightly closed as he lined it up. He had played you once again, he was more than just an amateur and nearly sunk all his balls before missing one and returning back to the side.

You already anticipated what came next once he pulled his phone from his pocket and you felt as if the entire club was watching you teeter on the edge of an orgasm - and then it was gone. You sagged with relief and took your shot, sinking three before missing a shot. You retreated to a wall so you had something to lean on as your legs trembled and you felt your arousal running down your thighs.

A warm body pressed against you and for a split second you thought it strange that Bucky had missed his shot so soon but you found a stranger with a bitter cologne in your face. The man had obviously been drinking as it was strong on his breath that you tried to recoil from, your head turning away and locking eyes with Winter. The room seemed to hold their breath collectively as Winter stalked his way over, cue in hand.

Winter glared daggers as he splintered the cue on the man's back and tore him away from you. “No one touches my kukolka.”

His possessiveness was more electric than the vibrator and the start of a moan sneaked past your lips before you could stop it, the sound instantly catching Winter’s attention. His head snapped to you and he looked torn between wanting to destroy the man that touched you and wanting to touch you himself. Snapping his head to Nico, he shoved the man his way and Nico clearly understood the assignment as he began pulling the stranger towards the back exit where some of the guards' cars were waiting. You knew he would pay for his transgression later but for now, Winter had better things to do.

“You don’t want to finish the game?” You gasped as he pinned you to the wall and wiped the memory of the last two minutes with one heated gaze.

“I want to play with you.” He growled in your ear as his teeth grazed over your racing pulse. He nipped the skin and chuckled as you jumped, your body rubbing against his and feeling how hard he was for you.

You looked around and found the attention had returned to the band playing and whatever else the people were up to before the short disturbance. Grabbing Winter’s hand you made your way to the dark service alley and a restricted area before he pulled you to a stop and ran his hands over the soft material of your dress.

“I’m gonna leave my marks all over you, kukolka, so no one forgets who you belong to.” He promised as his lips kissed your collarbone before sucking on the delicate skin.

Your fingers buried themselves in his dark hair and you held him to your chest, the love bites leading their way down your plunging neckline until he reached the bust. His hands pulled up your dress as he dropped to his knees and you lost contact with his hair as he disappeared under your dress. You gasped and threw your hands back to the wall for balance as he pulled you leg over his shoulder and kissed your clit.

If anyone were to walk in they would see your dress puffed out, and a bit lumpy, and the peek of red bottomed mens dress shoes beneath the hem. They would also see your face painted with ecstasy, his marks against your neck, your jaw hung in suspense as his tongue lashed across your swollen pearl and his fingers gently tugged the tail of the purple silicone love egg Bucky had put in you. The vibrating increased and you gripped the material across your stomach as if you could stop your body jerking in response.

“Win, please, I need to cum.” You begged as the overstimulation left your body twitching and trembling.

You felt him chuckle against your clit and you shivered at the added vibration before he sucked it between his lips. You could feel the liquid running down your thighs, more escaping every time he moved the egg, and he hummed greedily as he pulled away and licked the rivulets clean. Suddenly the vibrations turned to what you could only hope was the maximum setting because you could not take anymore. You cried out and if it wasn’t for Winter holding you you would have collapsed as your orgasm crashed over you.

“Clench, kukolka.” Winter ordered and you couldn’t not clench if you tried, your pussy was holding tight to the egg that was still buzzing inside you.

Winter’s fingers grabbed the tail and he pulled it, fighting your body to keep it in your cunt but he won, the vibrator coming free, your juices flowing down your legs. You sagged with relief as the stimulation was gone but your head was still spinning as Winter emerged from your dress with a proud grin and a glistening chin.

“I can’t go back out in this.” You murmured as you felt the back of the dress damp where it clung to your legs.

Winter took your hand and wove deeper through the service alley to a private room and you found the second dress hanging in the garment bag. You took it from the coat hanger with a laugh, heading to the bathroom to clean up first. “You really did plan to ruin the dress.”

“I’ll ruin that one too, but it can wait till we get home.”

Your core was already throbbing at the thought and you had to shut the door before you took a seat on his lap and rode him into the couch he was waiting for you on. You had already kept him away from his party for too long, he should make a reappearance before people think he left. You stepped out of the bathroom with the dress held to your chest and he was already rising from the chair with his tongue licking his lips at the sight.

“Do me up?” You asked over your shoulder and shivered as his cool fingers zipped you up and kissed your neck softly. “Will you dance with me?”

Winter nodded but not before you caught his smirk. “First, bend over, you’re forgetting something.”

He opened his palm and your eyes widened at the metal plug that had a large diamond set in the base. “Wiiiiinnn...”

“It’s this or the egg, your choice.” His grin only widened when you bent over and held the back of the chair, the egg was just too much in your current state and you weren’t going to deny his request, you wanted it.

The cold metal pressed to your dripping folds first, making it slick before he gently pressed it to your ass. His free hand massaged your lower back as it met resistance and he pushed just a little bit more. “Relax.”

You exhaled deeply and tried not to tense as you felt yourself spreading for it, stretching enough to steal your breath before the pressure was gone and you felt full. “Good girl. Keep it there for me for the rest of the night.”

You straightened up and you wished you chose the egg as a new wave of pleasure filled you and your eyes widened at how good every step felt. His eyes darkened as he watched your chest rise and fall with your controlled breaths and he knew you were going to be dripping down your legs soon. “Time for that dance, kukolka.”

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Salvatore Masterlist

pairing: mob!jake lockley x oc!fem

summary: the past can only define you if you let it.

warnings: slow burn, cursing, mentions of violence, future smut, mentions of dr*gs 18+ ONLY

tagging: @lex-the-flex

Salvatore

Just Friends

Besame Mucho

Francis Forever

So Tired

Hope is a dangerous thing

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

Coming into a fandom late

Innocence taken (1/2)

Info: Thomas Shelby has been the sole carer for his baby sister since he returned from the war, meaning that he has always been overly protective of her. At age 16, she tries to be more independent without the help of her brothers but when she gets attacked one night, she ends up pregnant and when her brother finds out, he doesn't realize that it wasn't by choice, and regrets it when Polly tells him the bad news.

Season: 1

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x sister reader, Shelby clan x sister reader

warnings: Mentions of rape

Part 2

The Garrison was practically empty as it neared closing time. Tommy Shelbys youngest sister y/n, laughed as she talked to Grace, cleaning up the counter. Grace placed some empty glasses on top of the bar counter as she cleaned up some of the tables that were empty. The two looked up when they heard the back room opening, seeing Tommy coming through. He nods at Grace before turning to his sister as she moved from behind the counter.

"Y/n, let's go home." Tommy stated, heading to front door as he lit a cigarette he had placed in his mouth. "I'm helping Grace close up tonight." Y/n stated, not looking at her brother as she wiped down a table. "No your not." Tommy stated, turning to look at his sister. " Yes I am." Y/n stated, looking up at her brother with an annoyed look. "Y/n Shelby......." "I'm not a kid Tommy, I'm capable of walking home on my own." Y/n stated, moving towards her brother in intimidation "Your under my control until your eighteen y/n so I suggest you come with me or I swear I will fucking drag you home." Tommy threatened, moving closer to y/n as she took a step back "Finns eleven and you let him walk around on his own. What's so different for me?" Y/n asked, crossing her arms. Tommy looks at Grace who was stood behind the counter watching the Shelby siblings argue. "Listen y/n, your a girl, who has little to no idea on how to protect herself. I just want you to be safe." Tommy sighed, stubbing his cigarette in a an ash tray before placing his hands on his sisters upper arms. "Fuck that Thomas, I'm well capable of looking after myself." Y/n spoke confidently, shaking her head in disagreement. "Mr. Shelby if I could, I think y/n is capable of walking home on her own, she's took care of drunk men in here on the daily. On her own may I add." Grace piped up from where she stood, causing Tommy to turn his gaze to the Irish woman with a glare. "Tommy please, trust me." Y/n pleaded, placing a hand on his arm as he turned his gaze back to his sister "Of course I trust you sweetheart, it's others I don't." He tried to explain, placing a hand on her cheek gently "I promise to be careful." She smiled softly, causing Tommy to sigh and shake his head "I want you back before midnight, any later and I won't let you do it again." Tommy stated reluctantly causing y/n to smile widely. "Thanks Tommy." Y/n smiled, hugging him quickly before leaving to the back room. "She's a good person." Grace stated, looking at Tommy as he stood still for a moment. "It's those around us who aren't" Tommy stated, taking out a cigarette once again. "She has you wrapped around her little finger." Grace spoke daringly, watching as Thomas glanced at her "Ah." Thomas nodded, opening the door. "Goodnight Mr. Shelby." Grace called back before silence consumed the pub floor.

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"Goodnight Grace." Y/n called out as she and Grace parted ways after locking up for the night. "Night y/n, be safe walking home." Grace nodded to the young girl before leaving y/ns sight.

Y/n sighed and gave a yawn as she started walking towards her home from childhood. The streets were relatively quiet since majority of it's residents gone home for the night. Taking a turn y/n slowed down when she heard something. Looking behind her, she sees nothing so decides to keep going when suddenly, she's grabbed from the side. She tries to scream but a hand is placed over her mouth as she's pulled further into an alley way. Looking up at her attacker, her eyes widens when she sees the eyes of the drunk man who had grabbed her.

"Hey pretty girl, let's have some fun." He said before pushing her into the wall, forcing himself onto her as she tries to fight him.

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Tears in her eyes, y/n didn't say anything as the man fixed himself up and left her in the dark. Sniffing slightly, she placed a hand over her mouth to silence the sobs that left her body as she realized what happened.

Gaining composure, she slowly walked him, a look of terror as she kept looking around her. Her hair and clothes were all over the place as she held her shoulders, trying to keep the sleeve of her dress which ripped up for modesty.

Turning the corner to her childhood home, she groaned as she seen a glow of light in the sitting room when she opened the door. She froze when she seen it was Tommy, who had stayed awake to make sure she got home safe. Turning towards the stairs, she cringes as she hears her brother calling out to her, but ignores it as she heads to her room, closing the door.

"Y/n?" Tommy called out, moving out to the hall in confusion when she doesn't answer him. "Y/n" He tried again, moving to the bottom of the stairs and making his way up the stairs.

Reaching the top of the stairs, Tommy knocks on his sisters door before opening it when he doesn't hear anything. Sighing in relief, he seen her lying on her bed with her back towards the door. Satisfied that she was home he nodded his head before leaving, closing the door behind him not knowing y/n was still awake with tears falling down her cheeks as she cried softly.

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Two weeks after the incident, y/n was still struggling with that night. Every little noise she heard caused her to jump and feel uneasy. She avoided walking in the dark as much as possible, going as far as taking the early shifts in the Garrison instead of the late ones. She avoided close contact with her brothers as much of possible, not evening sneaking into Tommy's room as she always did from a young age since the war, a tradition which eased both her and her brother that they were home and safe, instead opting to stick around Polly and Ada when she was home.

Arthur and Tommy sat at the kitchen table when she made her way done the stairs, yawning as she reached the bottom stairs. She froze when she seen the two boys sitting at the table before looking at Polly as she walked into the kitchen from the living room where Finn was.

"Morning love." Polly smiled at her as she turned off the stove which held the breakfast for the morning. "Morning Pol." She smiled softly, hiding the nausea which started to come up at the smell of the bacon. "Want some breakfast?" Her aunt asked as she plated the breakfast. "Not hungry." Y/n replied, eyeing the plates Pol placed in front of Tommy and Arthur. "Y/n sit done and eat some breakfast love, we haven't seen much of you lately." Tommy tried, moving the chair beside him out before patting it for her to sit. "I have morning shifts in the Garrison so I better get going." Y/n stated as she grabbed her coat from the hanger. "Take some toast at least." Polly chimed, grabbing a piece of toast from Tommy's plate and throwing it in the girls direction.

Y/n smiled weakly and grabbed the piece of toast that was left on the table before nodding and leaving quickly. Tommy watched with squinted eyes as his youngest sister left the house before moving towards the window, watching her cross the road and head the direction of the Garrison.

"Tommy something ain't right with her." Arthur stated, turning his attention to Tommy as he looked out the window. "Pol has she said anything to you?" Tommy asked as she moved away from the window and took a puff from his cigarette. "She's probably just not feeling well, you know how she gets when she's close to her time of the month." Polly stated, sitting at the table and grabbing a cigarette from the open packet on the table. "No it's not that, she's never been one to be away from one of us, she craves some form of affection from us whenever were close by." Tommy explained, breathing out smoke with a shake of his head, "Now she tries to avoid us like were the fucking plaque." He continued, leaning on the back of a chair. "I'll talk to her" Polly stated with a nod, knowing that even though he would never say, it was hurting Tommy that his sister didn't want to be near him.

Tommy and y/n had always been close, both before and after the war. When the Shelby boys had told their family that they would be leaving to fight in the war, y/n, at the young age of 12 had burst into tears and clung onto her second oldest brother, refusing to let go causing Polly and Ada to forcibly pull her off him so Tommy could leave. Tommy was heart broken seeing his sister like that and when he had returned he decided to become the carer of his younger sister. The two always done things together so to have y/n not wanting to be near him or talk to him pained him. She was his light, the main reason for getting up everyday.

"Come on Arthur, let's get John before we head to work." Tommy spoke, stubbing his cigarette butt and moving away from the table while he rolled his shoulders. "Let me know how y/n is Pol." He finished behind his shoulder before leaving the house, heading towards his car.

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Y/n sighed as she headed home from the garrison. Entering the house she rubbed her eyes in tiredness before heading towards the kitchen where Finn was sitting at the table. She smiled at her younger brother and ruffled his hair affectional when she passed him.

"Hey Finn." She smiled softly at him as she sat across from him. "Hey y/n." The boy smiled back as Polly came in. Y/n looked up to greet her aunt only to see a hard look on her face. "Finn, go into the living room, I need to talk to your sister." She stated, pointing to the door. Finn looked between his aunt and sister who nodded at him to do as he's told. "And no eave dropping." Polly shouted at him as he closed the door.

"What's this about?" Y/n asked in confusion as Polly sat in front of her. "I heard something, and I want to hear it from you, no lies, just the truth." Polly stated as she put her hands together in front of her. "About what?" Y/n asked in clear confusion. "Where were you today?" Polly asked, noticing as y/ns breathing hitched. "At work." "Not all day you weren't. Ada was at the garrison and said you left early, which isn't like you. So, where were you?" "Pol, please." Y/n pleaded softly. "Y/n where the hell were you?" Polly asked, her voice raising slightly. "The doctors okay." Y/n snapped, throwing her arms out in front of her. "I went to the doctors." She finished quietly as she looked down. "Why?" "I don't see how that is any of your concern...." "Y/n Shelby, your 16 years old, you don't go to something like the doctors unless me or Tommy know, so why were you at the doctors." Polly asked in a stern voice. "I was late. I kept getting sick, I didn't know what to say so I went on my own." Y/n replied in weak voice, causing her aunts face to soften. "Jesus Crist y/n, your not pregnant are you." Polly asked in shock, being proved right when y/n started crying. "I don't know what to do, I didn't want it." She stated, shaking her head rapidly. "You mean your were....." Polly asked, not able to finish the sentence. "I couldn't stop it Pol, I tried but he was too strong, I couldn't." Y/n explained as sobs escaped her lips. "Oh y/n, sweetheart." Polly rushed out of her seat and pulled y/n into a hug, petting her hair as she shook with her tears. "I couldn't stop him Pol, I tried, I really tried." Y/n stated, pulling away slightly. "Hey hey, none of this is your fault, okay, what that bastard did to you was not your fault so don't you dare blame yourself okay." Polly shushed the young girl, rubbing her arms when they pulled apart. Y/n sniffed and wiped her eyes . I don't know what to do Pol, I don't think I can be a mother." Y/n spoke with a shaky voice "You don't have to be, I know someone who can help you alright. This can all go away." Polly soothed her youngest niece, tucking some hair behind y/ns ears. "Do I have to tell Tommy?" y/n whimpered slightly "No, no one will know. It will be like it never happened." "But it did, it's stuck in my head like a record on replay." "It will get better y/n, time will heal." Polly stated, not knowing that the youngest of the Shelby's had heard everything.

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Tommy sat in the back room of the garrison, smoking a cigarette as he waited for Grace to bring him the drink he ordered. He looked up to the door when he heard the sound of frantic feet before the door slammed open, the youngest Shelby coming into view.

"Finn, what is it?" Tommy asked, watching as his youngest brother fidgeted in his position. "It's y/n." The younger boy spoke uneasy. "What about her? Finn, what's wrong with our sister?" Tommy asked, placing a hand on Finn's shoulder to get him to look at him. "She's, she's pregnant Tommy." Finn relayed, not remembering the vital information of how it happened. "What the fuck did you just say?" Tommy asked, enraged about the new found information. "Tommy your drink." Grace called out. "Don't fucking need it." Tommy cursed abruptly at the bar maid before storming out of the bar, the locals watching him leave before looking at Finn who just ran out to follow his second oldest brother.

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Polly looked up from her position on the couch as she heard the door slam open. She placed a finger to her lips when she seen it was Tommy before caressing y/n's hair gently as she lay with her head in her aunts lap. Tommy sighed and moved in front of the two women.

"Y/n wake up, now." Tommy spoke as he shook his sister harshly. "Tommy for fuck sake leave her alone." Polly told him as y/n opened her eyes with tiredness. "Stay out of this Pol, y/n my office now." Tommy pointed to the women as he spoke to them. "Jesus Christ Tommy can you just calm down and leave her be. What's this about?" Polly asked, holding y/n as she steadied her niece to a seating position, still half asleep. Never you mind what this is about Pol, this is between me and y/n." Tommy stated, grabbing y/ns elbow and dragging her to his office.

"Tommy, your hurting me." Y/n winched as she frantically tried to get him to let go of her. "Sit down." He stated, ignoring her as she pushed her into his office and closing the door behind them before moving to his seat. "What's going on?" Y/n asked, looking at her brother in nervousness. "I heard something which I didn't like the sound of, and I'm hoping you can confirm that what I heard was a big misunderstanding." Tommy spoke as he lit a cigarette and placed it in his mouth. "Well, what did you hear?" She asked shyly, moving uncomfortably in her seat. "One of my sisters are pregnant, and I want to find out who the fucking guy was." He stated, leaning on his desk as he sat up. y/n looked up at him in fear. "Well y/n, who was it?" "Tom..." "Fucking answer me y/n, who was he?" Tom shouted causing y/n to flinch involuntarily "It's not what you think?" Y/n tried to explain. "Just tell me who it was y/n?" "I don't know." She spoke, looking down in shame. "You don't know. You fucking sleeping around y/n huh. You a fucking whore now eh?" Tommy screamed at his sister. "No it's not like that." Y/n cried, looking up at her brother as he stood up and threw glass to the wall ,causing her to flinch. "No? Cause the way I see it I have a 16 year old sister who's a fucking whore, and letting men take at advantage of her but didn't think of the possible outcome and is now fucking pregnant." "Tommy please...." Y/n begged, not able to look at her brother in shame. "Just get the fuck out of my sight y/n, I don't want to see you right now." Tommy stated, opening the door and grabbing y/n by the shoulder, pushing her out before slamming the door in her face.

Y/n stood at the door even after the door was slammed in her face before breaking down in tears. She leaned against the door and covered her face as she realized that her brother had called her a whore and really believed that she would just sleep around.

"Y/n?" Polly asked cautisly, seeing her youngest niece in tears at her bothers office door. "Can we go tomorrow Pol? I just want this nightmare to be over." Y/n pleaded as she looked up to her aunt, her eyes full of tears. "Yeah, we can go tomorrow." Polly smiled softly at the young girl, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and rubbing her arm gently "Come on, let's make you a nice warm bath and then straight to bed, we have a busy day tomorrow." "What's tomorrow?" Ada asked, coming into the hall, looking in confusion when she seen her sisters tears. "Come help me with your sister Ada." Polly spoke as she helped y/n up the stairs "She needs you right now." Was all she said before leaving into the bathroom to start the bath.

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 | 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗎𝗆

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | college!rafe cameron x fem!reader.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | cursing, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, slight sub!brat!rafe, slight dom!reader, rafe’s praise kink if u squint, sexual content basically. 

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | after suddenly vanishing at the party last night, rafe finally comes across y/n again, in one of their shared lectures.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | i had to re-post it bc my dumbass deleted it when i wanted to reblog it :(

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 4.1k. 

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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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