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Two Minds, One Body || Mafia!Bucky [pt3]

Mafia!Bucky x fem!reader

Chapter Summary: You pay for your attitude in the best way possible Warnings: 18+ only, smut, edging/orgasm denial, cream pie, cum-play, mutual masturbation, squint and you might see voyerism, fluff, guns WC: 2427

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Your heels clicked loudly as you stormed through the house looking for Bucky, or in this case, Winter. You knew he was here somewhere because his driver was still having a smoke outside but there were too many rooms to check each of them. Instead, you planted yourself beside the front door and waited for him to rear his head.

“Something wrong, love?” Bucky asked as he caught the vision of you waiting, hand on hip and fire in your eyes.

“What the fuck is this?” You growled as you pulled the handgun that had suddenly appeared in your handbag overnight.

“I believe it’s a gun.” He smirked and continued to push his cufflinks into his business shirt.

“Ha ha, I forgot what a comedian you were.” You rolled your eyes. “What is it doing in my bag, Bucky?”

He stepped closer and ran his hands softly down your arms but you shook him off and held your stance firm, he wasn’t going to distract you with his smouldering charm today. With a sigh he pulled away, looking to Nico for help as he entered to foyer only to quickly back track.

“Rat bastard.” Bucky mumbled under his breath before turning his attention back to you, his eyes bleeding almost to black. “I wanted to make sure you are protected in case I’m not around, kukolka.”

“Win…” You sighed as you dropped your hand from your hip. “I don’t even know how to use this, I’m more likely to accidentally shoot myself.”

“I’ll teach you.” He said, taking the gun from your fingertips and shoving it down the back of his waistband and pulling his suit jacket on to hide it. “After what you pulled off last month, we are the richest syndicate on the East Coast. That puts a target on our backs.”

You couldn’t help but beam under his pride, your NFT plan had worked and Bucky was laundering millions every week, but you hadn’t spent too long thinking about the dangers it put you in. You had noticed the extra guards on the property and that when you went out you had almost as much of an entourage as Bucky did, now it made sense.

“Ok, but I’ll need a permit.” You said begrudgingly. “I’m not going to jail because of something stupid like that. It would just be embarrassing.”

“She launders millions and orders around the toughest mob boss in the state of New York, but was caught without a firearms permit.” Bucky laughed, stepping into his brilliantly shined shoes. “That would be pretty embarrassing, doll.”

“Who said you were the toughest mob boss?”

“Oooh, my queen is fierce this morning.” He smirked as he grabbed your jaw and pulled you forward to meet his lips. “I’ll have to fuck that attitude out of you when I get home.”

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His chest was pressed to your back, hands over yours and holding you pinned in place. You could barely breathe as his thigh nudged your legs wider and his lips brushed the side of your neck.

“Focus, kukolka.” Winter warned you as your ass naturally pressed back into him with a promise of good spanking if you didn’t heed his words. “Pull the trigger.”

You took a deep breath through your mouth so you didn’t get distracted by the Armani cologne he wore and tried to focus on the target that had been nailed to the trees at the back of the property. This was not what you thought you would be doing when Bucky returned home, you hadn’t even noticed Nico had disappeared until he returned with a hammer and a swollen thumb.

“Shouldn’t I have ear muffs or something?” You asked in another attempt at delaying the inevitable. “You always see them on tv.”

“If someone attacks I doubt you will have a pair of them on you.” Winter pointed out. “You need to know what you are in for, like the recoil.”

“The what?!” Your hands dropped but Winter caught them and aimed them back at the target. “I don’t think I can do this…”

“I’ve got you.” He stilled your trembling hand and let one of his fall to your hip. “I remember the first time I pulled the trigger.”

“I’m pretty sure you were born with a gun in one hand and a flask of whiskey in the other.”

“Close but not quite.” He chuckled and let his other hand fall to your hip too. “It’s not as scary as it seems. Pull the trigger.”

You turned your face away and screwed your eyes shut as your index finger curled over the trigger. If the deafening bang wasn’t enough to scare the living daylights out of you, the snap of the recoil did. Winter’s hands were quick as lightning as they caught yours and steadied the hold before you could drop the weapon or accidentally discharge it.

“Good girl.” He grinned and pressed his lips to your cheek.

“Did I hit it?” You blinked rapidly, still stunned by the sound and force of your shot.

Winter’s laugh vibrated from his chest as he shook his head. “Not even close, but you pulled the trigger. That’s the hardest part.”

You had to admit now that you had done it once and knew what to expect, the idea did seem easier, you would certainly hold it a bit tighter now that you felt how much it recoiled in your grip and you began to raise the weapon again. This time you aimed to keep your eyes open so you could actually see the target.

“I think I should get a prize if I hit the target.”

Winter’s hand snaked down your body, tugging up the hem of your dress so he could brush aside your panties. “Sounds fair to me.”

Your head tipped back onto his shoulder as what his fingers did was not fair at all. You found it impossible to focus on aiming as they dipped between your folds and teased your clit, soft moans filling the quiet afternoon air. “Win, fuck, thats, not, fair.”

Your hips were rolling as they sought more friction, more depth than his thick fingers could offer. “Take the shot, kukolka. Claim your prize.”

His fingers disappeared and you whimpered at the loss before he raised his glistening digits to his lips, licking them clean as your panties dampened even more. You knew the game he was playing and you wanted so desperately to win. Focus, focus, focus. You remembered his instructions and how to line up the sights on the slide, looking down the barrel and at the target beyond. Deep breath in, sight the target, slowly exhale, pull the trigger. The gun still bounced back in your grip but nothing like the first shot and you saw the bark behind the target splinter as your bullet lodged deep into the trunk.

“Ouch, bad luck, doll.” Bucky sucked the air between his teeth as he took the gun and hit the magazine release as well as the round in the chamber, tucking them away behind his back.

“Woah, uh-uh, I hit the target.” You said as you stopped him from heading back towards the house. “You didn’t stipulate it had to be a head shot.”

You grabbed his hand and he let you tow him to the tree trunk and pointed out the tiny tear in the edge of the paper where your bullet had entered the trunk, nowhere near close to the outline of a head.

“See, target hit.”

Bucky was trying not to laugh as he touched the spot, his finger widening the hole in an innocent way that left you breathless nonetheless. “Someone is just desperate for a prize.”

“Wouldn’t you?” Your lip was caught between your teeth as you stepped up onto a root that stretched out beneath the tree and you stood eye to eye with him.

“You wanna cum so badly, don’t you baby?” He smirked as he ran his thumb over your lip, pulling it from your bite. You couldn’t help but flick your tongue out, tasting the pad of his thumb before sucking it as his pupils blew wide and his breathing deepened. “Fuck. Turn around.”

You smiled triumphantly as he spun you against the tree, your hands splayed against the trunk as his hands bunched your dress up. The thin material of your panties were torn apart and left to fall to the leaves before you heard his zip. You were already whimpering for him as he pulled your hips back and pushed your face forward, snapping his hips so he could fill you in one go. Your cry was lost as his hand clamped over your mouth and you were reminded that there were guards roaming the property.

“You’re mine, doll, no one else gets to see you like this.” He promised between sweet kisses and sharp bites to your neck. “So be a good girl and don’t make a sound.”

His hand fell from your mouth and you bit your lip to keep them shut as he circled your clit instead. It took all of your concentration to stay quiet as your legs began to tremble with every long stroke of his cock against your walls.

“Don’t cum just yet, babygirl.” He warned as his rhythm failed.”Remember my promise this morning.”

Your head was clouded by your impending orgasm when suddenly his cock twitched as his deep groan filled your ears as he spilled himself inside and pulled his hand away from where you needed it most.

“Gonna fuck the attitude out of you first. Then you’ll get your prize.” He smirked, pulling out after his release ended. “Close your legs, doll, I don’t want any of that leaking out between here and our bed.”

He tucked his cock back in his pants and zipped it up before whistling happily along the path, stopping a moment to check you were following him. Your knees were pressed together tightly as you tried to walk without letting his cum drip down your legs but gravity was a losing battle and you decided speed would be better over strategy, power walking past your grinning beau. You dared not give him the usual lippy attitude as you passed him  in case he withheld anymore orgasms, but you knew when you finally got your prize it would be monumental.

Your clothes were discarded in a messy heap as you entered your room and waited on the bed for Bucky. Your legs were crossed and your hips slightly raised, doing exactly as you were told, when he walked in the room a short while after. His shirt had been unbuttoned and hung loose around his body, the light illuminating every defining line that cut his abdominal muscle into the six pack you wanted to ride.

“Open.”

Your legs spread wide as he stopped at the foot of the bed, the feel of his liquid silk  slipping through your folds and running over you already had you trembling and his hands dropped his trousers so he could stroke his already hard again cock. The possessive burn of his eyes set your skin on fire and your fingers inched over your hip, begging permission to touch yourself.

“Go on, love.” He nodded as he gripped himself tighter. “Take yourself to the edge, but I’ll be the one who makes you cum.”

You sighed happily as you applied the pressure you needed to your clit, dipping your fingers down to gather his cum to use it to soothe the ache on your swollen bundle of nerves. Your back arched as your fingers easily glided over the nub and your walls fluttered, more of his cum dripping from your needy cunt and earning a deep moan from Bucky as he appreciated the sight. Your eyes locked together and you felt the tightening in your core curl your toes, pushing yourself to the brink before you threw your hands away from your body and tried to fight the urge to finish.

“You are perfect.” He vowed as he climbed on the bed, leaving kisses up your thighs before his tongue lashed slowly through your folds, gathering a mouthful of his cum and your arousal. His cock rested between you and every movement left his veiny shaft rubbing over your sensitive clit as he captured your lips, tongue sharing the taste of your bodies combined. “You can cum whenever you want now, doll.”

His hips pulled back so his cock could fall between your legs before he snapped them back into you, your body putting up no resistance as he filled you to your core. You could finally cry out his name, the thick walls of your room trapping the sounds of your ecstasy firmly within them. Your fingers clawed at his back as the edging left you blinded with passion and you bucked your hips up to meet his every thrust, his pelvic bone applying just the right touch for whitehot spots of light to dart across your vision.

Unintelligible words tumbled from your lips as your orgasm built and built and built until you thought you would just combust into a billion atoms. Your mind splintered and for a moment there was no feeling at all, it was like time stopped as your soul left your body and every muscle froze. Then you came crashing back down, your pussy pulsing uncontrollably as your legs wrapped around his back, liquid gushing around his cock as your body was overcome with fever.

“Holy shit.” Bucky moaned as he watched your orgasm rip through you, feeling your walls draw him in and hold him tighter than ever as his thighs were drenched by the torrent of liquid squirting over him. “Oh, fuck, so good.”

He couldn’t hold back any longer, not when your eyes rolled back into your head and he knew he had kept his promise. Collapsing onto your chest, he shuddered as he spilled himself inside you once again, both of your bodies covered in a light sweat from the sweet torture you had been put through. Rolling his eyes to look up at you from where he lay you could only move enough to place a kiss on his forehead, his eyes fluttering closed at the softness.

“Are you still going to give me attitude?” He asked with a small hint of a smile, really not minding it at all.

Your chest bumped his head with a laugh and you stroked your fingers through his hair. “Am I still breathing?”

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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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MORE OF ‘THE ASSASSIN’S CREED AND THE WITCHER’S CUB' UNIVERSE

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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Numbers

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Tranquil Waters

(Don’t) Leave Me in the Dark

Think of Me

Happiness in Misery

Dinner Games

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The Falcon and the Newlyweds

I Think I Like You 

‘Til The End of the Line 

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Episode 3

Episode 4

Episode 5

Episode 6

Stucky

All Too Well

Lover of Mine

Bucky x Male Stark!Reader

Phantom Pain

Mosaic Broken Hearts

The Curious Case of a Small Kitten

Wrath of an American Soldier

An Avengers Halloween

Oh god I’m dying

Enamored [38] - Love Match

A.N: Thank you so much for your amazing feedback my loves, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, 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❤ Ps: All credit for house descriptions goes to her as well! ❤

Summary: Some bets end with both sides winning.

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

Word Count: 12.200 (Yes I have no idea how it happened either)

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Wedding day.

It was your wedding day, and you could hardly believe it.

You hadn’t been able to sleep last night. The excitement rushing through your veins was almost intoxicating, and until you saw the first rays of the sun spill through the window into your room, you had kept tossing and turning in bed with a huge smile on your face, counting down the minutes.

You were marrying the love of your life.

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

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

Control & Comfort || Bucky

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go on doll, cum all over my cock.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My turn.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

✨12k words✨

Remember to take breaks and stuff😂

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

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

The beardiness is strong with him.... and the shirt 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

Fucking shit I LOVED THIS FIC IM SO SAD THAT I FINISHED IT SO FAST

I’m fucking crying it’s 2 am I’m extra sensitive I hate this I gonna miss this bucky

Hands That Heal - The Finale

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

Chapter Summary: You get your happy ending. Chapter Warning: 18+ only, fluff Word count: 1166

Series Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men, smut.

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Two Years Later

You were never going to get used to the Louisiana heat, this was your second summer in the Pelican State but it didn’t seem any easier than the first one. Sweltering heat or not, moving away from New York and getting a fresh start was the best decision you ever made. You missed the visits to Greenwood Cemetery but thanks to Bucky’s work there were still enough sudden trips up north that you visited your parents and Steve.

“Babe, I got a surprise for you.”

You looked up from the engine you were working on and found Bucky at the entrance to the garage the close knit community had built for you. You needed something to keep your hands busy and the small town didn’t have a real mechanic, it was win-win. You didn’t charge the locals after their generosity but you still had a fanbase of people willing to ship their cars to you and that was more than enough to cover the losses.

Wiping your hands on a rag you squinted at the look on his face, he was unable to hide his excitement but he desperately tried to. He was practically dragging you out the second you were in his reach and you heard Sam somewhere in your yard. Your eyebrows were knitted with confusion as Bucky clamped his hands over your eyes and your walking slowed to a crawl.

“Keep going.” Bucky urged impatiently. “I’m not gonna let you fall.”

“Can’t you just tell me where we are go- was that a dog?” You froze as you heard a bark up ahead and Sam’s hushed whispers.

“Surprise…”

Bucky withdrew his hands and Sam was fighting against a huge Rottweiler that looked like it was crossed with a Bull Mastiff. His colouring was just like Benny and you could feel your eyes pricking with the start of tears.

“I told you I should have asked her first.” Bucky said, suddenly unsure of himself as he saw your reaction. “I can take him back to the rescu-”

“No!” You gasped as you took a step towards him. “I want him, he’s mine.”

Bucky chuckled with relief and wiped the stray tear away. “Let him go, Sam.”

Sam looked doubtful as he struggled to keep hold of the leash but eventually let go and your dog bolted straight for you. It was almost like he knew you would be his mom as he bounded into your arms, your laugh filling the air as you were knocked to the ground and he rolled over playing.

“You’re gonna be a good boy aren't you.” You smothered him with kisses as he took a seat on your legs and you lifted up his collar to see his name. “Noble. That’s a strong name. You like that name?”

He barked as if to concur and you got up after hefting him off your lap to find Sam laughing to himself. “Barnes and Noble.”

“See, he was meant to join this family.” You said as you looked into Bucky’s eyes, once again amazed at everything he did.

“Phew, I am out of here. Noble, c’mere boy, your mom and dad have their sexy eyes on.” Sam called as he started to make his way back to his truck but Noble stayed firmly planted by your side. “I do not need to see cyborg getting freaky.”

“Bye Sam!” Bucky called without breaking eye contact with you, the intensity leaving you weak at the knees.

The second the truck began to make its way down the drive Bucky was on the attack, his lips connecting with yours and tongue taking dominance as he guided you blindly to the house. You knew the path to your room without needing to look, your hand blinding reaching behind you for the brass doorknob and twisting it. The door crashed open at Bucky’s haste but you would worry about the potential hole in the drywall later, right now you were struggling to get his belt unbuckled.

“Open this before I cut the damn thing off you.” You ordered as you broke away from his kiss.

He smirked and tore through the leather with his vibranium hand, his hands pushing the looser material down his legs and pulling you back flush with his body. His warm hand cupped your cheek and his cool arm wrapped around your waist as he began to slowly sway you to some inaudible music, his eyes staring around the room as he fell into his thoughts. “Barnes, y/l/n and Noble doesn’t really sound the same.”

“Not quite.” You chuckled, kind of thrown by the change of pace but happy to just dance half naked with him.

“I can fix it.” He said sweetly in your ear before pulling away and going to his gun safe in the closet.

“Jesus, you don’t have to take me out of the picture.” You joked as he opened the metal vault and reached behind the weapons to a black box.

“You’re not funny.” He said fighting a smile as he turned around with the box looking tiny in his large hand and dropped to his knee in front of you. “This would be much easier, less paperwork, no life insurance claim…”

You clamped your hand over your mouth, the sound of your giggle dying off as you took in the unique ring. “It’s beautiful. Is it vibranium?”

He nodded as he pulled it out of the pillow it was nestled in. “It’s actually made from a panel that got damaged last year.”

You remembered it well, it was the first time you had seen him come home from a mission hurt and he had needed to go to Wakanda so Shuri could repair the damage to his arm.

“It’s a piece of you.” You whispered as you reached out to touch it but he pulled it away.

“You showed me that broken things can be saved.” He said as he took your left hand and held the ring over the tip of your ring finger. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, doll. Will you marry me?”

Your lips were trembling and words failed you, you wanted to tell him all the reasons you had fallen for him but all you could do was nod. And that was enough. He slid the black and gold vibranium ring onto your finger, kissing it’s final resting place before catching you as you crashed into his chest.

“I don’t want to wait.” You said as you looked at your ring over his shoulder and thought of all the terrible things that had happened in just the last decade alone. “I can’t wait, Bucky. I've waited a lifetime for you and I don't know what tomorrow will bring.”

“Oh god I love you" His strong arms lifted you off the ground as he spun around with bright eyes and a wide grin. "And, Rev Lockwood owes me a favour so...”

"Let's do this."

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I'm sad this has come to an end but if anyone has requests for one shots with these two I'll happily add to it!

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“You’re not a piece of property, y/n.” He said

Oh !! But I can be yours Buck no worries

Feminist? I’m not familiar with this word not sure what it means 🤷🏻

Hands That Heal - Ch. 3

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

Chapter Summary: Bucky is all about second chances and after 106 years he doesn’t believe in wasting precious time or chances.   Series Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men, smut to come. Word count: 1908

Chapters: 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 coming soon

RECAP To Bucky: Would it keep you in?

His reply was almost instant and you nearly drew blood with the way you chewed on your bottom lip.

From Bucky: No. From Bucky: But you could.

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You made record time as you showered and shaved, telling yourself you were due to do it anyway and not specifically because of a certain someone due to arrive any second now. You could hear his truck pull in as you ran between your bathroom and bedroom to get fresh clothes and you left a river of water drops across the hardwood flooring. You were almost done when you heard him call your name from inside the house and you gave yourself a once over in the mirror as you replied where you were.

Satisfied with your reflection, you opened the door and stepped into the hallway to find Bucky leaning against the wall opposite your door. His smile grew as his eyes looked over you and you returned the gesture with an equally appreciative look. His dark denim jeans hugged his legs and the navy blue t-shirt he wore was tight across his broad chest and biceps. He looked like he belonged on a runway, not in your hallway.

“Hey.”

One word and already your mouth was dry. You blamed his smile that came with the word because that sucker seemed to scatter your brain every time it surfaced, yet you missed it when it was gone. Then he opened his arms slightly and you practically dove into the hug, missing the scent you had become addicted to in a single day. If all drugs were like him you could begin to understand why people ruined their lives for it, he was intoxicating.

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