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Enamored [40] - Newlyweds

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❤

Summary: Coming back home doesn’t have to change everything.

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

Word Count: 5400

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Coming back to London had its advantages and disadvantages.

Advantages were that apparently you were to be an aunt now, so being there made it possible for you to help Cecily prepare for the baby. You were beyond excited, and had already bought so many toys and clothes for the baby, and you even had a couple of cribs you had your eye on.

The disadvantage was that…

Well, coming back to London meant more responsibilities and you would much rather enjoy your newly found marital bliss.

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Born In Flames || Chapter One

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader

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

Warnings: Some mafia business talk but that’s about it for now

Word Count: 2,646

Authors Note: Finally decided to start on this bad boy! And yes, Duff’s is a real rock bar in Brooklyn! I did some research on places and now I really want to visit it! Also the title comes from one of my favorite bands, In This Moment! Enjoy! If you would like to be added to the tag list, send me a message/ask. I prefer you not to write it in the comments on this post. Thank you.

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We need to talk, come to the office tonight at 5.

You stared at the text message sent from your father, scoffing at the idea of him needing to talk to you. It had been months since you saw him face to face, and that was only because you went to your aunt’s funeral. The two of you spoke minimally, not seeing a reason to give updates on life.

Your father, Michael, had spent his life growing up in the mafia world. His father before him ran Brooklyn and handed it off to his son when his body started to slow down. You were born into the life, but there was a difference. You didn’t like it. Every time you wanted to go out, you had to have an escort. One of his men would follow you around, whether it was the mall or just sitting outside in the car at a friend's home. It was a pain in your ass but you learned how to hide from them. Escape through windows, duck through a group of people, shut off your phone so the tracker they had in it stopped working. You became your fathers biggest problem for a while.

When your mother died, it devastated you. You were only 19 and she was the one person in the world who would let you rant about your father. You couldn’t exactly tell your friends what Michael did for a living. Your mother tried to talk some sense into him but it never worked. You left home after her funeral and didn’t look back. Michael would try to message you from time to time, wanting to form some sort of relationship. You didn’t care though. He took enough of your life away growing up and now you finally had freedom.

You lived in an apartment in lower Brooklyn, just a two bedroom place that overlooked a park. You made amazing money at your job, working as a bartender at a rock bar named Duff’s. Music, beer, and metalheads willing to throw bills your way for another shot. How could you want anything else? You had been there for about eight years now and it kept the lights on at home.

You have 30 minutes to talk to me. I’m not going to be late for my shift because of you.

You sent the text back and rolled over in bed, curling up around one of your pillows. Duff’s was only open from 6pm to 4am so you were certainly a night owl. Why did he want to talk anyways? Had he not gotten the hint that you wanted to avoid him for the rest of your life? The only thing that kept you connected to your old life was your name, that was it. Checking the time on your phone, it was only noon. Grumbling, you knew sleep wouldn’t come back now that you were thinking about what Michael needed to see you for. Pushing the covers back, you decided to go about your day as usual. Shower, breakfast on the fire escape as you watched the people in the park, and a quick little conversation with your neighbor.

Miss Liz was a little old lady who seemed to come from her hippie days. She told you all about Woodstock and her crazy stories of the antics she got into. If you didn’t know it, you would have thought she came straight out of Dazed And Confused. There were days she would set a Tupperware container of goodies out for you if she wasn’t going to be home to talk with you. In return, you got her the best weed and left it in the container by her windowsill.

Things had been going great. The only thing you could really complain about were the neighbors to the other side, who seemed to be having nightly arguments. Little did the wife know, the husband was cheating on her during the day. Sometimes you wanted to intervene, but you decided it wasn’t your place.

You cleaned up the apartment, making sure the dishes were done and the guest room you had turned into a little hobby room was organized. A day bed sat inside while your computer setup was on the other side, along with a shelf unit with art supplies. You had a tendency to move back and forth between it all, depending on your mood.

By four pm, you decided to get ready for work. It took about twenty minutes to get to your fathers office and then from his office to your job, about fifteen. You didn’t want to change clothes and you didn’t honestly care what Michael would say about your attire. Growing up, he always wanted you to be a part of his business, but you couldn’t find it in you to be one of his minions.

Putting your hair up in a curled ponytail, you slid on a cropped tee with Duff’s written across the front. You decided on jean shorts with black fishnets since it was on the warmer side today and pairing it with your favorite boots. It fit the aesthetic of the bar you worked at which often had metal bands playing and visiting. Grabbing your bag and making sure you had everything, you sighed and tried to remain calm on the drive to the office you grew up around.

Pulling up outside, you gazed up at the building. A bubble of anxiety started in your chest and it grew when you stepped out and walked in. You flipped off the front desk as they asked for your name and you walked to the elevators, pressing the button to go up. It took a moment while you avoided the security guard, but all you said was that your father needed to speak with you. That seemed to shut him up. You got into the elevator and went up to the top floor where his office always sat. You got odd looks from people as you walked through, keeping your head high and your walking pace fast. Checking your phone, you saw it was 5:01. Perfect.

You didn’t care to knock as you swung the door open. Your father sat at his desk, in the middle of a conversation with a man who sat in a chair on the opposite side. The man had his back to you as Michael stood and gave you a glare.

“I see you still don’t knock. What are you wearing?” He asked, crossing his arms over his grey suit.

“I have to work. Now what did you want besides critiquing my clothing?” You raised an eyebrow, hands resting on your hips.

“Right. Work. Must be some job…” he mumbled with an eye roll. “Seems I have an enemy who knows just where that bar is. Duff’s, right?” He asked, though he didn’t give you a moment to respond as he pulled out surveillance photos and laid them out on his desk. “I was sent these this morning. Someone has been watching you and I feel like they’re going to try to use you as a way to get me to give in on this deal,” he stood back.

You frowned and walked over, ignoring the man sitting in the seat beside you as you leaned over the desk and looked at the photos. They had all been taken over the last week. Going to work, leaving work, your car, even your morning routine of talking to Miss Liz on the fire escape. You leaned up and looked over at Michael.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I haven’t spend a day in your world for almost a decade and now I’m the one being watched? Great, Mike, just fucking great. So let me guess, you made a bad deal again and I have to go into hiding again. The only difference is that mom isn’t here to actually give a shit about making sure I’m happy through it all!” You yelled, not caring who heard you outside of the office. “I should have known something was up when you wanted me to come here. You screwed up my childhood and now you’re trying to screw up the freedom I made for myself.”

“Enough, Y/N!” Michael spat, raising his voice as you took a step back. “What I do with my business is none of your concern and no, I’m not putting you into hiding. Meet Bucky,” he said, motioning to the man sitting in the chair. You looked down and met his eyes for a brief second before looking back at your dad. “He’s going to be your bodyguard until this blows over.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “That’s cute. A bodyguard, really? What, he stays with me at work and sits outside my apartment? Hope you like the fire escape buddy,” you said sarcastically.

“Actually, no. Bucky will be moving in with you. I believe your apartment has two bedrooms, yes? And you live alone?” He asked, looking over a paper that you assumed had everything about your apartment building. You knew he had his ways, you just hated that he did it. Using them for his enemies was one thing. On you? That pissed you off.

“So he’s gonna live with me? How is that fair? And how long do you think this will be before it blows over? I remember being stuck at the lake house for seven months before I was able to see my friends again and I was twelve. I’m not gonna quit my job because you suck at being a mafia boss,” you crossed your arms. If Michael could blow steam from his ears, he would.

“You can whine all you want. Wherever you go, he goes. Work, home, the store, anywhere. Don’t expect this to be fixed anytime soon because I have been dealing with this guy for years and he is one of the most ruthless in the business. I trust Bucky to watch over you. He’s been on my team for a long time now and he will make sure you stay safe,” Michael explained, taking a seat in his large brown leather chair.

You stared at you father for a few moments, wanting to sock him straight in the nose for swooping in and fucking up your life again. But you knew he probably had another plan if you didn’t take the first. Perhaps posting other guards up around your job and work, having someone secretly following you around. He wasn’t above doing any of that.

“Fix your fucking mess so I can get back to never having to see your face again,” you said, turning and walking towards the door. As you pulled the handle, you glanced back to see Bucky still seated. “Let’s go, guard dog,” you spat before walking out.

Michael sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I told you this wouldn’t be easy.”

“I can handle a little whining. I’ll update you at the end of every day,” Bucky nodded and stood, collecting his duffel bag that had his personal belongings that he would be taking to your place.

Michael gave a slight wave towards the door, knowing you were halfway to the elevator by now. Bucky walked out and shut the door behind him, putting on an emotionless expression as he hurried his steps to catch up with you.

The two of you rode down in silence, and it continued on the way to the car. Once inside, you noticed the bag he tossed in the back seat and rolled your eyes.

“Do not touch my shit in the spare room. I’ll clear out space in the closet but no touching my art stuff or the computer. I’m assuming he told you I work nights? Hope you enjoy metal music and loud people,” you said as you pulled out of the parking spot and drove off.

Bucky gave a slight nod to acknowledge what you said, but he didn’t feel the need to say anything. He was only meant to watch over you, not make friends. You couldn’t take his silence so you turned the radio up, fighting against the traffic to make it to the bar. You were opening up tonight and you weren’t sure how your boss would take to having a guy sitting there, watching you the whole time. But Duff was a cool guy, so you knew he would probably just offer to get Bucky drunk.

Pulling up in the back, you sifted through your keys as Bucky looked at the building. How could you give up the life of being a mafia princess for something like this? He wasn’t sure he would be able to ever understand it. Stepping out, he followed you inside after you unlocked the door.

Leading him into the main part, you pointed to a table in the back. “Better post up there for the night,” you sighed before starting the opening motions. Lights, glasses, music, checking stock, wiping everything down, filling the ice bin, getting the register ready.

Bucky watched you, his arms crossed as he leaned back in the chair. You were a spitfire, someone who probably could take care of herself in a fight. He heard the stories Michael told him about you and how you were as a child. Leaving the mafia business was bound to happen. But unlike those other guards you grew up with, Bucky wasn’t going to easily let you slip through his fingers.

Work had gone pretty simple that night, the usuals coming in and requesting songs as well as shots to get fucked up. Since it was the middle of the week, it wasn’t as crowded as the weekends. Bucky kept an eye on you, to the point of a few patrons mentioning that a “creepy man in a suit staring at you”. You brushed it off and said it was an old friend waiting for you to get off work. They didn’t mention it again after you offered them a drink.

It was hard to work with eyes on you. It was one thing when someone was trying to wave you down from the end of the bar, but something entirely different when some guy your father paid just stared. If it was any other situation, you would have found him quite handsome. The cropped hair, blue eyes, strong jaw, beefy build, it looked good. Or maybe you had been touch deprived for too long. Dating was never your thing and one night stands seemed boring. You tried it a couple times but the men didn’t even know where to find your clit, let alone how to make you cum. Your vibrator was your best friend and now it seemed like you may have to use it in secret. The thought made you roll your eyes.

By the end of the shift, your feet ached and your back was screaming. One of the other bartenders called in sick so you worked double time to get the drinks out. You had worked the last five days in a row and thankfully tomorrow was your day off, though it was silly to think you could do anything now without the guard dog on your ass. You shoved the tips in your bag and clicked off all the lights after locking the front door, ready to get into bed.

“Let’s go,” you said to Bucky, the first words you had spoken to him throughout the whole shift.

Bucky stood and followed you out, noticing the slight limp now that the adrenaline of the shift was gone. “Want me to drive?” He asked as you two made it to the car.

“Nope, don’t want anything from you,” you muttered, sliding into the driver's seat.

Bucky gritted his teeth and got in.

Babysitting you was going to be harder than he thought.

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I’ve Done It Myself// Shelby Sister

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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frank castle x reader

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

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

“What the fuck, I was sleeping.”

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

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

“What is it this ti-fucking christ.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You must be new.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And you will do it once more.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But here it is! Hope you enjoy it @whyisgam0raa

Let it be Known

Pairing: Thena x autistic! Reader

Warnings: protective Thena, mean Ikaris, overall pretty fluffy

Summary: Thena is very protective over you

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

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

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

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

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

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