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Enamored [33] - Playing With Fire

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful 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: Some things must be talked in whispers.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules.

Word Count: 5300

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You knew planning a ball was hard work but planning a masquerade?

That was something completely different.

You had a feeling that if you were actually be able to focus for more than five minutes everything would have been so much easier but it was impossible nowadays. Even though you were supposed to be going over the costumes or the decorations or what Cecily and Aunt Lavinia asked of you, sooner or later all your thoughts slipped to the love of your life.

He was courting you.

And this time, everyone in the ton knew.

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Born In Flames || Chapter Seven, Part 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: Minor character deaths, non-con (no explicit details, just mentions), blood, torment, slight disassociation, kidnapping

Word Count: Both chapters together are a bit over 5K

Authors Note: So this chapter got dark, and long. So it’s split up into two parts. I’m putting the same warnings on both parts as well, though the second part is slightly less dark but still heavy.

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Part Two

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You were cold. Freezing, actually.

Stripped down to the bare minimum clothing, every week being used to send photos.

Pierce hadn’t stepped foot inside the cabin since then. Men were stationed all around it, though only two would stay inside with you.

To say all pride went out of the window was an understatement. You didn’t get to use the bathroom with the door closed. Sleeping in a bed? Not allowed. You were only given an oversized shirt to sit around in.

They didn’t care about you. They cared about the check and making their boss proud.

And every week, Bucky and Michael grew more and more frustrated with the lack of findings. Michael kept reminding Bucky that he needed to calm down due to his surgery. He was still healing but he was going nuts without you. The only solace he found was every Saturday when a photo of you would be sent. It was marked with the date, a piece of paper that you held. Each week, there were new bruises and cuts on your skin. Each week, Bucky found a new reason to rage. He wanted to make them all feel the pain they were putting you in.

On the business side of things, Pierce was using you as leverage to get a hold of all of Michael’s dealings. The trading, the drugs, the guns, all of it. Michael tried to fight back but he learned early on that if he did, you received the brunt of it. He was sent videos of you being beaten, called names, tears streaming down your face.

Bucky broke the door when he saw it. His fist went through to the other side.

He had been staying at your place since then, even talking to Miss Liz every morning. He gave her some lie about how you were off visiting family and you weren’t sure how long you’d be gone. She accepted it, though she was probably too stoned to even think farther on it since you told her once that you don’t speak to your family anymore.

Weeks turned to months, the snow hitting hard. Each morning Bucky woke to see your paintings that sat on the shelf, his phone still not being sent any good messages. They tried to track your phone but it was off, probably broken and left on the side of some highway. They tried to track the photos but nothing seemed to come up and Pierce’s men were smart about where they drove. They knew when they were followed.

Michael started not to trust any of his men except Bucky. He thought Jasper was just a single rat but now that Glen had become one, he didn’t know who he could talk to.

So he talked to Bucky. The two of them tried to figure everything out. Hiring detectives was not an option, especially in the mafia business.

Currently you sat on the end of the couch, curled up around yourself. The men had already done unspeakable things to you. Things you never thought you would be worried about. Both men in the house had forced themselves on you time and time again. You taught yourself how to not be in that moment. To lose yourself in your head and not think about the man between your legs.

You thought about Bucky. When you slept, when you were awake, you thought of him. The few hours he held you while you slept. The way he held your face after the first shooting and how he took care of your ear. The way he allowed you to cry against him after your nightmares. He never once got angry with you. He dealt with your moods and the stupid guard dog name you gave him. You wished you could take it back, to tell him he was more than a guard dog just once more. He was kind and gentle, even allowing you to touch the arm he hated so much.

It was a Saturday, and you knew it. Stanley, the other man who was at the house with you and Glen/Matthew, got up from his chair and pulled out a switchblade from his pocket.

“New orders. I guess Michael isn’t listening very well,” he smirked, taking a seat next to you. Glen pulled up a wooden chair and sat in front of you, phone out and ready to record.

You were ready for the punches, the spitting, the raping. But when the knife slid against your skin, your eyes widened. “D-don’t,” you whispered, your voice broken. Your left eye was black and there was another dark bruise along your lip where it had been previously busted open.

Stanley chuckled darkly and pushed the metal into your skin, causing you to yelp in pain. You tried to pull away but Stanley’s free hand reached up and gripped your throat. “Stay still,” he spoke.

You squeezed your eyes shut as blood started to drip down the side of your thigh. Words started to appear, letter after letter, as you whispered in pain.

New Years.

Michael had until New Years to sign over everything or else you would be killed.

What Michael didn’t know was that they planned on killing you regardless. Everything that happened between Alexander and your mother was put onto you. A woman who was only a baby when she left him. A woman who didn’t want to be a part of the mafia at all.

Glen/Matthew zoomed in on the blood before your face, then shut the video off. Stanley gave your already wounded cheek a slap before getting up. “Go clean yourself up.”

Slowly you stood up, holding your breath as your thigh stung. The carving wasn’t super, super deep, but it didn’t stop bleeding for a few minutes. Making your way into the bathroom, you stepped inside of the bathtub and sat on the edge. Running the water, you hissed as it touched the open wounds. Tears fell as you tried to contain yourself.

All you wanted was to be home, curled up in bed with your bad television shows and unhealthy snacks. You wanted Bucky to be there and laugh as you made some silly joke. God, you missed that laugh. He didn’t laugh enough in the time you two had and you knew now he wouldn’t even smile. You didn’t have to be psychic for that.

Once it was as clean as it was going to get, you grabbed a cloth from the linen closet and held it against your thigh. You couldn’t find any gauze or bandages, so an old washcloth would have to do the trick. You just hoped you wouldn’t get an infection. Who knew where that knife had been before.

You sat back down on the couch and stared at the floor, disassociating once more. You often found yourself doing it to calm your mind. Crying gave you a headache and if you could get lost in some world in your mind where you were happy, then that’s how it had to be.

Back in Brooklyn, Bucky and Michael were sitting in his office when the video message came through. Michael opened up the email on his laptop and Bucky leaned down beside him.

The moment they saw you, how you screamed in pain, Bucky was ready to tear the office apart in rage. The metal plates on his arm whirred as he tried to compose himself. They were used to seeing your face beaten and bruised, but they hadn’t carved into you like that. A message was being sent through your skin.

Underneath the video was a little explanation about Michael handing everything over before New Years.

This was the last straw.

Bucky stormed out despite Michael calling out to him.

It was an unspoken rule not to go to the mafia bosses house. Every mafia boss adhered to it.

But Bucky wasn’t the mafia boss.

And he was about to use all of his training to get you back.

It took a few days to plan out, and by now you had been stuck in that cabin for six long months. He could tell by the photos and videos that they weren’t feeding you properly. You were nearly skin and bones. He devised a plan and decided to carry it out on his own. Even if he was killed, he just couldn’t sit around and do nothing while you suffered.

At about one am, Bucky found himself creeping around the outside of Pierce’s home. He had disabled all of the cameras so it didn’t alert anyone of movement before slipping inside. Did Pierce really not have any guards around? How stupid was he? Bucky lurked in the shadows of the home, only seeing one guard pass through a hall. Using a gun with a silencer, he shot the man and grabbed him before he could make a thud. Shoving him into a closet, Bucky then kept going through before finding Alexander's bedroom. Pushing the door open, he whipped out his gun and pointed it right at the man.

“Where is she?” Bucky asked, stepping inside.

Pierce didn’t seem phased, setting his book down and pulling off his glasses. “Didn’t hear you come in. Smart, I suppose. But did you really think this would be the best course of action? One simple call and she could be dead before you even try to pull the trigger.”

Bucky aimed at the nightstand, shooting the phone that sat there before aiming it back at Alexander. Pierce sighed and stood, though Bucky didn’t move.

“It’s nice that you’ve come to save her but you’ll never actually find her. I’m not dumb enough to keep her here. And good luck trying to find her in any of my properties. It will take far too long,” Pierce chuckled.

Bucky stared at him, trying to figure out his game. Was he trying to kill time? Distract him? Quickly the gun pointed down and he shot Pierce’s arm.

Apparently Pierce didn’t actually think Bucky would shoot by the way he looked at the man.

“You’re nothing but a coward,” he said as he gripped the old man's neck. “You’re going to take me to her or I’ll make sure you don’t leave this room alive.”

Pierce tried to pull away but Bucky gripped tighter. Pressing the barrel of the gun to his head, Bucky glared.

“Okay…I’ll take you,” Pierce said, holding his hands up.

Bucky watched him for a moment, trying to see if Pierce was going to try anything, but he pushed him to the door and kept his gun pressed to the back of his head the entire time.

Pierce led them to the garage and got in one of his expensive cars. Bucky sat in the passenger seat, never wavering his aim as Pierce drove. Anytime the man spoke, Bucky would quickly tell him to shut it. He had nothing left to hear. All he wanted was to hear you and make sure you were alive.

Pierce only hoped that his men were stationed where they were supposed to be. Five on one wouldn’t be too hard for them to get a good shot at Bucky, right?

Right?

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Dyed Hair Disaster

STEVEN GRANT X READER , MARC SPECTOR X READER , JAKE LOCKLEY X READER

prompt : the moon knight boys laugh at you and your horrible attempt at dyeing your hair

hi hi it’s me again, this idea popped in my head when i was out shopping and thought of buying some boxed hair dye and then went “nope im gonna mess it up and people are gonna laugh at me.” ENJOY!!

likes and reblogs appreciated as always <3

word count : 1,391

warnings : none, this is crack and just funsies all around.

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It starts as any normal Monday. Steven is the one to wake up this morning since he has the morning shift at the museum. Before, Steven would not have been so excited to get to work. All he did was restock stupid merchandise and stand behind a counter all day after all. But recently, Jake had done…something to Donna that made her change her mind and gave him the tourist job. He won’t question it, he’s just happy to not have to look at those horrific items anymore.

Steven feels around beside him trying to look for your warm embrace so he can cling to you like a baby koala but frowns when he doesn’t find you anywhere. The man blearily opens his eyes, squinting as he adjusts to the glaring light coming from the window. You must already be awake now if the window is open, that is unless Marc had left it open when he came home from patrol but Steven knew Marc would never be that careless.

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Being ignored by people because I request Muslim Y/N is my favorite thing on earth (note the sarcasm)

This loving look is how I would look at you @dilemmaontwolegs if I knew you in real life

Hands That Heal - Ch. 4

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

Chapter Summary: Roles are reversed when Bucky shows his domestic side and you show him your protective side. Series Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men, smut to come. Word count: 2.2K

Chapters: 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 

RECAP: “I’m not a cop.” He smirked. “I just want to have a friendly conversation. I’ll even leave my weapons with you if it makes you feel better.”

You shook your head with a bitter laugh. “You going in unarmed would not make me feel better.”

“Well, I would keep the arm.” He joked before sobering up and softly cupping your face in his large palms. “Come on, let me fix this so we can see where it goes. Second chances don’t come very often, believe me.”

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“Are you doing anything this weekend?”

You straightened up from where you had been bent over the engine of a Subaru and turned to see Bucky leaning against your workbench.

“When did you get here?” You asked as you looked around the empty workshop, Chip and Dale long gone.

“Few minutes ago, I didn’t want to interrupt.” He admitted with a smirk. “So this weekend?”

For the last three weeks Bucky had rolled into the parking lot at 7 o'clock on the dot and you had quickly grown used to the routine that had formed. He would take you out for dinner then quietly watch you work on his bike, slowly beginning to like your music that played in the background, before going upstairs and watching a movie. Sometimes they were modern, sometimes they were black and white pictures of a bygone era. You didn’t mind what you watched, your attention was more on the man beside you than the tv.

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Well hello people who can think in their heads! I can’t !

So basically I can fonction without making sentences in my head and sometimes I force myself to actually think. And also when I read or write something there are no voices in my head.

This is earth shattering, I can’t believe there are people, who don’t think in sentences??? What the fuck is an abstract non-verbal thot? Y’all hoes think in Pictionary???? What the fuck

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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I’m sending you all the love ❤️ !! And good luck for everything!

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Blessing you with these two fine ass men because I haven’t been able to interact with you today and I missed you 🥺❤️

I miss you too!!! Work is kicking my ass today and I haven’t had a second to write anything 😢

I’m just going to spend my break drooling over these handsome men 🤤🤤🤤 ahhhh I need to watch season 6 so I can remember how sexy Tommy is!

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Killing Time [pt.1]

Bodyguard!James 'Bucky' Barnes x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Go change, we are going out."

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

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

"Casino. Classy."

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

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

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

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

"You look stunning, y/n."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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This is me calling 911 because I might just die after this

oo random bucky thought after listening to an old song 👀 the song is she knows by ne-yo and the lyric that caught me is “daddy, i’ll be back after this song. then you taking me home.” and bucky’s reaction to the reader saying that to him in the club surrounded by their friends is absolutely FERAL and he practically drags her out of the club

Thank you so much for this! I haven't heard this song in so long but I re-listened to it and it took me back to the days when I was pining over Ne-Yo lmao, enjoy xx

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Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, provocative dancing?, smut, unprotected sex WC: 1241

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What had started out as girls night was tipped on his head when you spotted Bucky walking in the club. Even drunk, everyone knew to move out of the way and the crowd parted for him and the rest of your friends that had come with him. You tapped Nat’s shoulder to let her know of the new development as she swung her hips to the heavy bass, hands in the air and her eyes closed.

The dance floor had been packed all night and you were currently sandwiched between her and Wanda with Maria, Pepper and Carol heading to the bar for another drink. Natasha’s eyes opened and scanned the room, slower than usual with her intoxication but still better than most. Leaning in closer and wrapping her arms around you her hot breath blew across your neck.

“Oh, your boyfriend’s jealous.” She laughed, gaining Wanda’s attention so she wrapped her arms around you from behind.

“God, I can feel it from here.” She teased as a soft glow emitted from her fingertips as she looked into his mind. “He wants you so bad, oh my, that’s very imaginative.”

“He knows better than to disturb ladies' night.” You said as the music changed, a song that you remembered from last decade. “Ohh I love this song!”

Your lips were moving as you quietly sung along to the song that brought out your inner stripper, hips teasing Bucky from where he watched across the bar. Your hands roamed your body and the girls knew your ploy, quickly joining in your antics as they began to grind along with you. You could feel the attention of most of the bar turning to you but you only had eyes for one person.

"Cause she loves the attention. That she gets when she moves, yeah. Showing out with her home girls. Hypnotising all the dudes, oh."

His eyes broke away from yours, seeing not only his friends stopping to watch the show you were putting on but nearly every guy in the club. His possessive streak had him standing up straighter and he rose to his full height, his eyes almost glowing in laser lights as he watched your hands roaming your body that was barely covered by the material you wore. His lip was almost bleeding as he bit it, watching Wanda and Nat’s hands roam your body when it should have been his.

Your eyes had fluttered shut as you watched him stalk his way to the edge of the dance floor but they opened again and found him blocked only by your girls. You knew Natasha was smirking by the way her grip tightened on your waist and you dared him with your eyes to pull you away from them.

“Daddy, I'll be back after this song. Then you taking me home.”

Bucky’s pupils blew out as your voice caught him by the throat, the emphasis you had as you called him ‘Daddy’. There was no stopping him now and the girls knew it. Nat and Wanda freed you from their hold with a giggle as Bucky’s arm curled around your waist and pulled you into his embrace. The whole club disappeared as his lips claimed yours and his tongue easily won the battle for dominance before he gently bit your bottom lip.

“Say goodnight to your friends, doll, and make it quick.” He purred low in your ear before nipping the skin and making you jerk with surprise.

“G-goodnight.” You stammered as your heart raced in anticipation for what was to come.

“Have fun.” Wanda winked as Nat tried to hold back her laugh. “Be safe.”

You couldn’t hear any other imparting words of wisdom as Bucky’s patience ran out, his fingers lacing with yours before setting a pace that almost left you running to catch up. Your heels made it hard to keep up with him and rather than slow down for you, he turned and grabbed you with his vibranium arm, lifting your feet off the ground.

“Mmmm, daddy’s eager to take me home.” You whispered in his ear, feeling the feral growl vibrate from his chest.

“Not gonna make it that far.” He promised. “Daddy’s gotta have you now.”

Your legs clenched as he called himself daddy and you hadn’t realised it was such a turn on until it happened. The cooler air outside the club sent a shiver down your spine but the orange lights of Bucky’s SUV being unlocked promised shelter from the chilly winds. You squealed as you were tossed in the backseat and Bucky slapped the button on the roof so that the light was abruptly turned off before he climbed in.

You were never more grateful for the blacked out windows than now, but in all honesty you would probably still have let him fuck you if you were in the middle of the dancefloor, you just had to have him. His large hands pulled you over his lap and pushed the material of your dress up over your hips as you worked to open his jeans and pull them just low enough to free his cock that had been hard since he set eyes on you. You were lucky your moisture had been pooling in your panties since he had walked in the club as there was no time for foreplay.

Bucky held your lace panties aside as you lowered yourself down his cock, humming at the sweet stretch of your pussy around him. You reached up and grabbed one of the handles above the door and the other gripped his shoulder, giving you the hold you needed so you could bounce on up and down, riding him in the busy parking lot. Soft mewls felt from your parted lips as he sucked on your neck and massaged your breasts, his touches driving you wild.

“Fuck, I love watching you bouncing on my dick baby.” He murmured as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and teased your clit with his thumb. “I just love watching you.”

“That right, daddy? What else do you love?”

“These.” He said as he kissed the swell of your breast. “And these.” He kissed your lips. “And when you do this.” He pressed his thumb hard against your clit and you bucked your hips, pussy clamping down as he threatened to shatter your reality.

“Oh fuck, please Bucky…” You begged him to finish you but you whimpered when his touch left you and he tutted with a shake of his head.

“It’s daddy now, doll.”

His words, his touch, it was all too much and your head dropped to his shoulder, biting the ropes of muscle as you cried out in ecstasy. You orgasm sent him wild like a greyhound hunting a meek rabbit and he held your hips in place as he pistoned his hips up into you, the leather creaking as loud as your wimpers.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum again, daddy.” You keened as tears pricked your eyes, the tightness in your core keeping you frozen in his furious pace.

“Uh fuuuuck.” His deep moan tipped the scale and your legs trembled, pussy pulsating around him as he twitched and moaned through his orgasm. “Shit, doll, that was fucking sexy.”

“Those two are such bad influences.” You giggled as you relaxed in his arms, slowly returning to earth.

“I dunno,” he chuckled, “I think you should have more ladies nights.”

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