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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

Fuck I am melting

Cold Shoulder {2} || mafia!Bucky

Summary: Your world is turned upside down overnight and the only way to get through it is with you and Bucky supporting each other. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, oral (both), unprotected sex, angst, cancer (not main character), tattoos, fluff WC: 3679

main masterlist || bucky masterlist || Part One

A/N: This has combined the 3 requests below

You were writhing on the leather seat, or at least trying to with Bucky’s hands pinning your hips down and his elbows holding your legs open. His name fell from your lips as you gripped his hair tight and even in the dark limo you could see his eyes glowing like twin blue flames that threatened to burn you with their intensity. You couldn’t hold his gaze any longer, his tongue doing dangerous things to your sanity, and your head fell back with a cry as he wrought another orgasm from your body.

You pounced on him the second he loosened his hold to wipe your arousal from his chin and surprise flittered quickly across his face as he let you push him flat on his back along the narrow floorspace, straddling his thighs as you worked his belt and zip open.

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Coffee and Bagel.

Word Count: 2.5k

Category: Angst-ish, fluff

Warning: curse words

Summary: Overprotective!Chris and pregnant!actress!reader get swarmed by paps and Chris loses his shit when reader almost trips.

Follow the couple's life here.

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You loved going on short walks ever since you became pregnant.

The swelling of your feet was always very frequent, and it was why you didn’t favor walking and standing on them for too long, especially since the big bump you carried around not only strained your ankles, but your back as well.

“I can’t remember the last time I had coffee,” you said, fixing the big t-shirt you were wearing that rightfully so belonged to Chris, but since your marriage, what was his was yours, and what was yours, was yours. 

“You deserve that treat,” Chris said from his place on the floor, tying your shoe laces.

You hummed, one hand on his shoulder to keep yourself steady, “You know, I’m so ready for the baby to be here,” you said, “Need my caffeine so bad.”

Chris chuckled as he stood up, “I think it’s not just caffeine you need,” he said, “I think–I think you miss having good back days.”

You groaned, “God, yes,” you cradled your bump, “And not having you scolding me for, I don’t know, going up a step or something,” you giggled, teasing your husband who rolled his eyes at you with a smirk.

“You do dangerous shit, Y/N,” he reasoned, “You do!” He confirmed when you laughed, “Like–Come on, stepping on a chair to get turmeric from the shelf?”

“What else was I supposed to do?”

“Wait for me,” he pointed at himself, “Why else am I here?”

You gasped dramatically, “Oh-Oh, so you’re just here to bring down stuff now? Never mind the woman that you got pregnant, never mind her feelings. Never mind that she needs some loving on, some affec-”

“Stop, stop,” Chris laughed, wrapping his arms around you before he pecked your lips a couple of times, causing you to giggle, “And I’m here to love on you,” he said, “Also I wasn’t the only one who got you pregnant. If I–If I remember correctly, we were both o-”

“We’re not going to talk about it,” you shook your head, “Absolutely not.”

He laughed before pressing his lips against yours, “Ready to go?”

You hummed, fixing your hair, “Let’s go before you decide I need to be on bed rest or something.”

“Actually–”

“No,” you put your hand on his mouth, “No.”

With your statuses, you and Chris almost always expected paparazzi taking your pictures and trying to get any answers and statements out of you. 

With your fingers intertwined with Chris’s, you walked on the sidewalk, only 5 shops away from your coffee place, and already, 3 men were in front of you, walking backward so they could film you and your husband.

“We should’ve brought the car,” Chris said quietly, his hold tight on your hand, and his body stiff as if he was getting ready to attack at any given moment.

“I miss walking to get my coffee,” you told him, fixing your sunglasses on your face, “Are you okay?”

Chris smiled softly, removing his hand from yours so he could wrap his arm around your shoulder, “I am. Are you?”

You nodded, keeping your face down from the paparazzi.

“Y/N, Chris, do you know the gender of the baby?”

“Y/N, you’re looking big!”

“How far along are you?”

“Are we going to see you on the big screen again soon?”

“Y/N, how do you feel about Chris’s new projects?”

You took a breath, concealing yourself against Chris before he stepped a little to the side, finally opening the door to the coffee place and letting you get in before him.

The soft mummers could be heard, and you could always feel when the phones were out, “discreetly” taking pictures of you and your husband. 

Chris’s hands were on your shoulders from behind as the both of you walked to the familiar cashier you had befriended two years ago from how frequently you and Chris got coffee and bagels from that place.

“Hey, Omar,” you beamed at the 20-year-old boy.

“Hey, man,” Chris also greeted with a smile, “How’s it going?”

“Hey, you two!” Omar grinned, “These assholes giving you a hard time out there?” He nodded his head towards the door at the paparazzi.

Chris sucked in a breath, “When are they not?”

You glanced behind you at the door before your eyes widened, “Fucking hell, they got more.”

Omar shook his head, “We’ll help you get back to the car, no worries.”

“We walked,” you said with a small chuckle, “Bad idea.”

“Oh shit,” Omar made a face, “You can Uber though.”

“That’s a good idea,” Chris agreed, “What do you think, honey?”

You shrugged before letting out a huff, “I just want my coffee and bagel.”

Both chuckled, before Omar spoke, “The usual?”

You and Chris nodded as you leaned back against Chris while putting your hands under your bump to support it. 

Chris paid, leaving a generous tip for Omar and his other colleague, Mona, before the both of you moved to the side, him pulling out a stool for you to sit on before he stood beside you.

He glanced back at the door, a sigh leaving his lips as his eyebrows furrowed in exasperation. Your hands moved to clutch his t-shirt from the sides, making him look at you, “We can get an Uber,” you told him, sensing his anxiety.

“I wanted you to walk like you wanted,” he said, looking at you in defeat with a tilt of his head.

You shook your head slightly, “It’s okay. Just another LA day,” you said, “I’ll walk as much as I want when we go to Boston after your press is done,” you assured him as you looked up ay him, “Loosen up, will you? We’re fine.”

Chris only sighed, wrapping his arms around you to bring you in a hug, his lips pressing a kiss to your head. He pulled away, his hand instantly finding your baby bump, bringing a smile to his face, “Hey, bubba,” he cooed, softly rubbing your bump.

You smiled, one of your hands reaching up 

to softly graze his arm as you looked down at your 7-month bump.

“Hollywood!” The barista called out the name that she and Omar had created for you and Chris, sliding your drinks before giving you your cream cheese and salmon bagel.

“Thanks, Mona,” you smiled at the hijabi, taking your order from her.

“Any time, Hollywood. You have a good day,” she waved at you with a beam.

“You, too,” Chris smiled at her before she went back to her job, “Do you want to drink here or do you want us to leave?”

“Let’s just leave,” you said, wiggling your butt to get off of the stool before Chris was quick to hold on your waist, a worrying frown between his eyebrows as he helped you down. You let out a breath, “Even getting off a stool is a huge deal.”

Chris only chuckled, watching you take your bagel out of the wrap to take a bite, “Oh shit, the Uber,” he muttered, taking his phone out to request a car, “Come on, let’s sit you back down.”

“No no, I’m fine,” you assured him with a shake of your head, opting to lean on the chair a little.

“You sure?” 

“Yeah, don’t worry.”

Chris thought that the universe was working in his favor because the moment he requested an Uber, it was only 2 minutes away.

He raised his eyebrows, “Two minutes.”

You hummed as you chewed, nodding at your husband as you stood straight before swallowing, “What’s the car?”

“It’s,” Chris smirked, tilting his head at you, “It’s a Honda Civic.”

With being the highest paid actress in the industry, with brand deals, and high-grossing movies, no amount of money could have ever made you let go of your hatchback 2008 black Honda Civic. Sure, that beat-up baby remained parked at your other house, but you clung to it like it was a child.

That explained the way your face beamed, making Chris burst out laughing, wrinkles by his eyes as he threw his head back a little.

“Don’t shit me,” you grinned excitedly.

“I’m not, baby, I’m not,” he laughed, showing you his phone.

You giggled, “It’s like—It’s like finding a missing sibling.”

At that, Chris laughed again, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to bring you closer to him, his hand stroking your head softly for a moment, “You’re actually crazy, you know that?”

“It’s a good car,” you reasoned, pulling away to look at him, “It’s super comfortable, and it’s—it’s, like, spacious but also compact. It’s just so perfect.”

“You’re a dinosaur for still having that car.”

“Says the person who had an iPhone 6 in 2022,” you replied back, teasing him with a raised eyebrow.

“It was a 6S,” he raised a finger, giving you a look as he put one hand on his hip.

“Oh, I’m sorry, so you’re not that much of a fossil, right,” you nodded jokingly, laughing when he poked your side.

“He’s here,” Chris announced, looking at his phone, “Here, let me take your bagel,” he offered.

You frowned, moving the bagel away, “But I want to eat it.”

“While we’re walking?”

“Yeah?”

“Okay,” he chuckled, rubbing your bump, “I’d rather not piss you off.”

“Good boy,” you teased, leaning to peck his lips after you had stood straight.

Chris linked your arms together, his smile falling from his face at the sight of the paparazzi who seemed to triple outside.

“Don’t let go, okay?” He asked.

“Do you need help?” Mona asked, “I can get Omar to help,” she said, pointing at her colleague.

“That’d be—That would be great actually,” Chris replied.

Omar and Mona were quick to switch, with the former hurrying towards you, “Let’s go, Hollywood,” he said as he pulled the door open, reaching his arms out, “Get back! Get back! Get back—Habibi, you’ll hurt someone like that, lak ya Allah!” (Love, you’ll hurt someone like that, oh my God!)

Omar, a bearded, tall 20-year-old wasn’t enough to handle the invasive men with cameras, and even though you kept your head low, and Chris had his other arm in front of you, you felt like you were close to crying and you probably had the pregnancy hormones to blame.

“Y/N! Chris! Is it true you’re getting a divorce?!”

“What are you going to name your baby?!”

“Chris, is it true you cheated on Y/N with Ana de Armas?!”

It was when Chris felt your body halt and turn that he quickly looked at you, noticing one man getting too close in your face.

“Can you take a step back, please?” You had respectfully asked, blocking your face with your arm.

“Hey! Hey, get the fuck back, man, get back,” Chris frowned, putting his arm between you and the man.

“I just want a shot, come on,” the man replied.

“I don’t care about your shot, get away from her,” Chris instantly replied back, his tone stern and getting louder, the veins in his neck looking prominent. 

It was what happened next that seemed to happen in a blur that had your heart dropping to your stomach.

You took two steps forward with Chris, and the next thing you know, your coffees were spilled on the floor, your bagel was lying upside down, and Chris had both arms around you, preventing your fall from tripping on another paparazzi’s foot. One of your hands instantly went to your bump while the other clutched on to Chris.

“For fuck’s sake!” Chris shouted, shielding you with his body, motioning with one arm while the other was behind him, wrapped around you, “Get the fuck out of here!”

“Calm down, man, it was just an accident!”

“She almost fell, dipshit! If you don’t move the fuck away, I promise you won’t have your jobs by noon,” he pointed, watching as everyone got quiet, “Get. the fuck. back! Is that so hard? Is that so hard?” He shouted before they quietly made a path for you and Chris.

Your husband turned back to you, holding your hand tightly in his, “Eyes on me, baby,” he said with urgency, “You okay to walk?”

You nodded, “I’m okay.”

Chris nodded, moving in front of you with one arm out and the other behind him, holding your hand before you reached the car.

He opened the door for you, “Easy there, let’s go, baby, good job, baby, that’s it,” he almost cooed as you got in before he followed beside you.

He quickly took out his wallet, and looked at you when you sniffled, “Give O something for the spilled coffees, too,” you muttered, rubbing your temple, knowing what Chris was about to do.

Chris took out $600, the only amount he had in cash, giving them to Omar who closed the door for you and Chris, “Thanks for the help, and sorry about the mess, man.”

“Really sorry, O,” you said sympathetically, genuinely feeling like you were seconds away from crying as you cradled your bump.

“That’s too much, Hollywood,” Omar shook his head at the both of you.

“It’s not,” Chris said, “Come on, just take them so we can leave these little shits.”

Omar reluctantly took the money, “Are you okay, Y/N?”

You nodded, giving him a small smile, “I’m okay, O. Thanks for the help,” you said. 

“I promise we’re working on the back entrance,” he said, a frown on his face.

“It’s alright,” you replied, “We’ll see you later.”

Omar nodded, waving at the both of you before your driver drove off.

“Should we stop at the hospital?” Chris asked you gently, turning his body to the side slightly as his eyes ran over you, checking for any bruises or any sign that you were hurt.

You shook your head, your eyes going tearful, “I’m okay.”

Chris noticed, his heart breaking and his face falling before he brought you into his chest, “Honey…”

“My bagel,” you cried.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, rubbing your back, “I’ll make you one, how does that sound?”

“Not the same,” you cried again, “But—But thank you.”

At that point you were sobbing, holding on to Chris for dear life.

“You’re okay,” Chris mumbled to himself more than to you, “You’re okay, honey. You’re okay.”

“Are you okay?” You asked him, sniffling as you looked at him.

“I’m—I’m so mad,” he answered truthfully, “If something had happened to you, I—God, Y/N.”

You understood, nodding along to him before you placed your hands on his chest, “You did an amazing job.”

“You almost fucking fell, Y/N, do you know how—Do you know—“

“I didn’t,” you shook your head, “I didn’t fall and you handled it so fucking well, baby. So well.”

Chris sighed, reaching one hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Chriiiis,” you dragged, feeling your eyes get tearful again over your husband’s own tearful eyes, you placed your hands on his jaw, “We’re okay. I’m okay, you’re okay, the baby’s okay. I promise.”

“Yeah, just—That was—That was scary.”

You nodded, “It was,” you agreed, “But you handled it,” you said before pecking his lips, “And I love you for it.”

Chris sniffled, giving you a small smile, “I love you.”

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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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Claws Out {2} || Stucky

STUCKY x shifter!fem!reader

Summary: After a delicious morning spent with Steve and Bucky you have a much less relaxing afternoon training with the Avengers Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, oral (both), mentions of male/male penetration, unprotected sex, reader injuries WC: ~2860

A/N: please head over to my side-blog HERE where my fics will be reblogged as a library. I have too many people than can be tagged now so I will be stopping it in the next few days to give people time to hit Get Notifications from @dilemmaslibrary - thank you so much for your support xxx

bucky masterlist || steve masterlist || Part 1 || Part 2

“Why are the curtains open?” Bucky complained as the bright light flooded the room. “Steve…go find someone else to annoy.”

Steve chuckled as he sat on the love seat across the room, your soft purrs radiating from his lap that you sat on, enjoying gentle strokes he placed along your spine.

“You’re gonna waste the day away in that bed, Buck.” 

“Not my fault.” Bucky groaned as he pulled his pillow out from under his head and put it over his face to block out the light. “You two kept me up all night. Where’s my morning cuddle?”

You looked up at Steve, nudging his hand with your head before jumping off and padding across to the bed the three of you had woken up entangled in. Your paws had barely touched the sheet before Bucky curled his arm around you and you pulled you under the blankets, your eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness as you settled against his chest. 

You transformed in his arms and wrapped yours around his waist, your human need to capture his lips compelling the change without a thought. Running your hand across the planes of his chest, you felt his slow, steady breaths begin to change and the scent of his arousal permeated from his every pore. Your body was already moving on its own, your hips pressing closer as your tongue swiped across his plump bottom lip. 

“Thought you were tired.” Steve teased, his voice growing deeper as he caught a whiff of the delicious musk. 

“I was.” He said as he broke away from your kiss to trail his own down your neck, the sheets falling away as Steve appeared at your side. “Now I’m wide awake.”

You could feel just how awake he was as he draped his leg over yours and his hard length pressed along your thigh. You were still feeling the sweet ache at your core from your night sandwiched between them but it didn’t stop you from antagonising them further as you reached for the waistband on Steve’s sweatpants. His hand came to rest on yours and he looked like he was going to argue as he looked at the light bruises across your thighs, the  marks from their hips thrusting against your supple skin. 

“You didn’t hurt me.” You said gently as you eased the material down his hips and freed his erection so you could stroke him. “I love that you don’t hold back.”

When your lips kissed the tip of his cock all thoughts of his lazy Sunday were thrown to the wind and he knelt onto the bed, filling your mouth with a satisfied groan at the warmth enveloping him. One of his hands brushed your cheek tenderly and he looked to Bucky who had moved down the bed, nudging your legs wider as he settled between them. Your lips were still swollen from the pounding they had received last night and you moaned around Steve’s cock as Bucky soothed them with his tongue.

“She tastes like you.” Bucky grinned at Steve between the teasing swirls he circled around your clit.

Your back arched at the reminder of Steve filling you late last night with Bucky knelt behind him, watching you over his shoulder as he spilled into Steve. You had loved learning the new dynamics that Steve brought to the relationship and you liked to think they did too, becoming closer than ever - physically and emotionally.

Steve ran his fingers through Bucky’s hair and massaged his scalp as he guided your head up and down his length, tipping his head back at the feeling of your mouth and the sight of Bucky eating you out. “This is not what I had planned for this morning.”

You pulled away, sucking all the way to his tip before releasing it with a small pop, wrapping your fingers around his girth. “What did you have planned?”

“I thought we could have…” he breathing laboured as you tightened your fist and dipped your head down to capture the bead of precum at his slit, “breakfast together.”

“That’s what we are doing.” Bucky chuckled. “Eating in.”

“That’s not what I meant, jerk.” Steve tried to growl but it turned to a moan as you cupped his tight sack and rolled it in your palm. “Shit.”

You loved the rare moments Steve would indulge in a curse and it sent your core tightening around Bucky’s fingers, your orgasm within sight. The bed shifted and you immediately missed the feel of Bucky’s warm mouth on your throbbing pearl but he was quick to wrap your legs around his hips and thrust his cock in instead. Your cry echoed the room at the sudden fullness but the sound was cut off as Steve pulled your hand away and silenced you with a mouthful. 

Your eyes almost rolled into the back of your head and Bucky fucked you hard, his hand reached out for Steve’s throat and pulling him closer. Your head spun at the sight above you, Steve and Bucky’s tongues fighting for dominance as they both thrust their cocks into your holes. 

You felt Steve’s cock swell first as he broke away from the passionate kiss and cried out with his release, the salty sweet flavour filling your mouth as you swallowed every drop of the huge load. You were delirious as your men filled your senses and the coil in your belly snapped, sending your pussy clenching around Bucky and keen mewls escaping your mouth. The sight of your tongue cleaning Steve of the saliva and cum that coated his cock and your walls spasming around him set off Bucky, his guttural cry vibrating through you as his back stiffened and his cock pulsed. 

Steve kissed your head and disappeared as Bucky collapsed beside you, his arm tossed happlessly over his eyes as his chest shuddered. You giggled as he kept his eyes shut but blindly reached for you and pulled you into his arms as Steve returned with a towel around his hips and two washcloths in his hands. You shivered at his tender touch, gently cleaning you with one warm cloth before doing the same to Bucky. 

“I love you.” You purred, a lazy smile gracing your face as you heard their responses echoed back.

“Now did I hear something about breakfast?”

The corridor to the industrial sized communal kitchen seemed to narrow as Natasha's voice echoed along the otherwise silent path through the facility. You felt Bucky and Steve stiffen beside you a second before the redhead came out of the room with Tony, her distrust for you palpable. She quickly turned on her heel and headed away but at least Tony looked happy to see you.

“Ah good, there you are.” Tony smiled. “Change your plans, get everyone out to the assault course, it’s competition time.”

“No, not until we sit down with Nat.” Steve argued. “We’re a family, we’re not meant to be divided.”

“Trust me, run the assault course and you’ll kill two birds with one stone, or should I say one cat?” He pulled a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and slipped them over his nose with a smirk and clapped his hands. “Round up the gang.”

You looked around confused as everyone gathered on the back field, an assault course that was crazier than anything the army could ever think of having. Bucky and Steve looked equally confused as they found Sam, Scott, Peter, Wanda, Vision, Clint and Natasha beside them. You half expected Dr Banner to join the line up but it appeared he would be only observing with a clipboard.

“Right, it’s come to my attention that some people don’t trust me and my decision on who to bring to the team.” Tony said as he looked at Natasha. “It looks like we have to go old school and have a friendly competition so that you get to see I’m more than just a pretty face.”

Tony snapped his fingers at Dr Banner who squinted at the clipboard, forgetting to bring his glasses once again. “Uhh, Steve, Bucky, Y/N, Peter are up first, you can use all your super pow- wait, really?”

“Yes.” Tony nodded. “You can use your super strength, webs, all that jazz - first through the course wins.”

“C’mon Tone, that’s not fair.” Steve said, waving a hand at you.

“Rules are rules, we’re making an omelette today.”

“Yeah, yeah, break some eggs.” Steve muttered before looking at Bucky and whispering. “Just don’t let us come last.”

“Hell no, I’m not losing to spider-boy.”

You looked at the teenager rolling on the balls of his feet before looking back at the course and focusing on the obstacles you were going to be facing in mere moments. It all started with a 15 foot high wall with a landing before leading into a whole lot of posts that were jutting out of the ground. Each post was about 6 inches in diameter and required you to leap from one to another until you crossed the 50 yard span and reached the landing at the other side.

“On your marks.” Tony called out.

“$100 says she won’t make it past the wall.” Nat whispered loudly to Clint.

“Get set.” Tony growled in her direction. “Go!”

You pushed off and launched forward with Steve and Bucky at your side. A string of web shot through the air to a beam on the frame above the wall and Peter jumped as he pulled himself along the web to the top of the wall.

“Oh no you don’t.” Bucky grunted. “Queens is not winning this.”

The wall was fast approaching and you knew everyone would be watching you with intrigue since Steve and Bucky would use their super strength to jump and reach the platform. Preparing to reveal yourself you took a deep breath and let the change flow as you fell forwards, landing on four paws.

“Holy shit.” Sam gasped. “Anyone else seeing this?”

“What did Luis put in those brownies?” Scott mumbled as he shook his head and tried to clear the picture of a mountain lion now sprinting towards the obstacle course.

You pushed all your power and strength to your hind legs and leapt the span of the wall, your claws gripping the narrow landing to stop you clearing it completely. Although Peter had the head start there were no beams over this part of the course so he had to jump from post to post at regular human pace. Your coat began to change, spots breaking through the golden fur as your tail elongated at your more agile leopard form took over.

“Get him, baby girl.” Bucky cheered as you cleared each row of posts on the bounce and quickly leveled with Peter.

“What the hell, Mr Stark?” Peter squealed as he scrambled and nearly lost his footing. “Tell me this thing’s not real.”

“She’s real alright.” Tony laughed as he snacked on a twizzler. “That’s y/n.”

The Spider-Man swiveled his head back to you and you couldn’t help dropping your long tongue out the side of your mouth as you overtook him, Steve and Bucky laughing as they closed in on him too.

You reached the next landing with ease and found a narrow balancing beam that also rose at a steep angle, the drop to the ground below moving from a sprained ankle height to a broken leg height. It didn’t phase you though, not when you took Bucky’s favourite form of yours and shrunk to the size of a housecat. The beam was no longer narrow but wider than your body and you ran up it, your paws and claws giving you the traction needed for the incline.

“Guess that answers that.” Sam chuckled. “Wondered who brought the stray home. Oh, here comes wonder boy and his onesie.”

Because you were running towards what you could only describe as a turret, Peter had a higher anchor he could aim at and you pushed your little legs harder as a web shot overhead. You could feel the beam shudder with heavy stomps as Steve or Bucky started their run up it and you nearly bounced off with a hiss.

“Sorry!” Bucky yelled as he heard you, grateful you were nearly at the top.

“Ah, I guess we go that way?” Peter half asked as he reached the top at the same time as you, the other two quickly closing in again.

You looked over the lip and saw the ground was at least a 30 foot drop below and the next landing was about that distance away and halfway to the ground. Stepping away to the back edge of the landing you filled the space with your mountain lion form and calculated the force and angle you would need to clear the space and land square on the next platform.

Just as you were about to take the few steps forward to jump Peter punched his hand out and a web fired at a branch of the old white oak tree growing not far away. He leapt out before testing it and you watched with horror as the dead branch snapped and the teen began to fall, arms flailing.

You didn’t think, you didn’t calculate, you just leapt. You weren’t sure if Peter screamed because of the free fall or because there was a 120 pound big cat jumping at him with your teeth bared, but boy did he scream. Your sensitive ears ached as you reached him, your teeth grazing his skin slightly as you caught the strong material of his spider suit between them.

Your flank hit the edge of the shelf you had been aiming for but just came up short and the kid fell as your mouth opened with a painful roar. He tumbled safely across the landing as your claws buried in the wood trying to pull your body up but you were slipping further and further down.

“Hold on hun.” Steve called out behind you as he stood helpless beside Bucky. “Throw me.”

You weren’t going to die from the fall but you really didn’t want to lose the race, that was the hardest part to stomach when one of your claws broke and you fell to the ground. Your spine twisted, tail swiping as it helped you to turn and land feet down. Pain jolted up your legs and radiated up your body as you hit the ground and staggered a few steps before collapsing.

Warm hands ran along your fur, feeling for breaks as you whined quietly. Steve lifted your head gently and laid it on his lap as he sat beside you. “Talk to me, Buck.”

“I can’t feel any breaks. Can you change back for me, doll?”

You groaned as the pain shifted with you and your ankles and wrists both hurt to move, your lips pouting as you looked at your bloodied finger. “I broke a nail.”

Bucky laughed as he fell back on his butt, relieved that you were able to joke as Peter landed beside you, the rest of the team making their way over.

“Nice save.” Tony said to you as he nodded towards a very sheepish looking Peter.

“Yeah, uh, thank you y/n. That woulda sucked.” Peter said as he rubbed the red skin where your teeth had caught him but he wasn’t bleeding.

“Don’t mention it.” You winced. “Does this mean I lost?”

“Actually you won.” Tony grinned. “You touched all the platforms and made it back to the ground first.”

Bucky grinned back and held his fist up to Steve. “Brooklyn beats Queens, every time.”

“I guess I owe you an apology.” Natasha said as she held a hand out to you.

“For what?” You asked as accepted it, standing gingerly on your sore feet until Steve’s arm supported you around your waist.

“I really didn’t think you would be able to hold your own.” She admitted, tilting her head as she looked at you. “But you even managed to have the kids back too.”

“I must have missed the sorry in all that.” You teased as her lips curled up in a tight smile.

“Let’s not push it.” She chuckled and shook her head. “You should go get checked out, do we have a vet on staff?”

“Ha ha.” Tony rolled his eyes. “You two take her to the medbay. Romanoff, Wilson, Barton, Lang - you’re up.”

“Honestly, I’m fine.” You promised your boyfriends as they tried to get you to the medical wing. “Stop fussing, I just need to lay down and have cuddles.”

“C’mon Steve.” Bucky shrugged. “You saw her heal from Rumlows’s attack and you weren’t this worried.”

“I know,” he sighed, turning to look at you with his sad eyes, his hand gently cupping your cheek, “it’s just now I can’t risk losing you. I love you too much.”

“I love you too, but I promise I’m not going to die from this.” You reassured him as Bucky lifted you up to kiss him, your ankles too sore to try tiptoe and reach. “Now can we please go back to bed?”

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Born In Flames || Chapter Two

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader

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

Warnings: guns, shooting, mention of cancer and weed

Word Count: 3,212

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You knew the moment you got home from work that it was going to be a long….well however long you were stuck with this guy.

Both you and Bucky got up to your apartment and he was quick to lock the door and check outside.

“You can’t spend your mornings on the fire escape anymore,” Bucky spoke as he closed the window and switched the latched to close.

You, already irritated from the whole situation while being tired from work, rolled your eyes and peeled off your boots. “And why is that?”

“Because they sent photos of you sitting out there. Easy shot if they wanted to take one,” Bucky said, crossing his arms as he looked over at you.

“Like I care if I’m shot at. Maybe a dead daughter will teach my dad that his work isn’t the best. You know what?” You turned to him as you threw your hands in the air. “You’re only here because my dad says you have to be. Now I just worked a long ass shift and all I want is a hot bubble bath, my bed, and some fucking wine. Not some guard dog telling me what I can and can’t do. My mornings with Miss Liz are not going to be interrupted because you say so. Now I suggest you listen or else this is going to be a lot harder for you,” you explained, clearly exhausted.

But the look in Bucky’s eye made you want to cower. He let out a deep breath through his nose, looking as though he was trying to restrain himself. “I’m not a guard dog,” he glared.

Then again, you were too tired to care about being scared. “Whatever. I call it how I see it. Now I’m going to go do my thing. Watch tv or go to sleep or whatever it is you do,” you shrugged, leaving him standing in your living room as you went into the bathroom and shut the door.

You stayed in the bath a bit longer than usual, your phone softly playing music as your mind raced with the future and the past.

“But why do we have to leave? I was supposed to go to Marcie’s later for a sleepover!” You whined as your mom packed up a suitcase for you. You were only nine at the time, completely unaware of what your father did for a living. You thought he was just some business man. He was, but in more darker trades.

“I know, pumpkin, but what if I promise that Marcie can come over and stay a whole weekend when we get back? We’ll be at the lake house for a week, that’s all. You know, it’s firefly season. Go get your mason jar and net and we’ll see how many we can catch,” your mother, Charlotte, said. It made her heart ache to see you so disappointed. She had hoped that your life would be somewhat normal but unfortunately being around the mafia would leave your life anything but normal. She tried to make sure you got to do kid things.

Charlotte did, but your father was nowhere to be found. He was always working, always trying to fight some silent war going on. It wasn’t until your early teens that you found out what your father did for a living. You blamed him for everything wrong in your life. How you couldn’t keep friends because he was constantly pulling you away or forcing you into hiding out in the house, how you didn’t get to go to prom or homecoming because you would be an “easy target”.

Somehow you even blamed him for your mother’s death, despite it being cancer. You just felt the need to blame him for every bad thing because it always led back to him. That instance, you could agree that you were being irrational. But the one person who always gave a damn about you was now gone.

A few tears fell from your eyes as you tried to picture her in the good ways. Planting flowers in the backyard of your childhood home, teaching you how to bake cookies from scratch, even helping you sew your first dress that you made by hand. Her smile could light up a room and even with your father’s idiotic ways, she still found the good in him. The good you had yet to see. Sure, he was trying to protect you, but you knew it was for his own benefit, not yours. Frankly you weren’t afraid to die. You realized that as a teen. If you were shot in the middle of some mafia war, then so be it. Maybe then your father would see that his work was more harmful than good.

Wiping your face off with your already damp hand, you sighed. Now you had a bodyguard staying with you, one who seemed like he was at your fathers beck and call. Were you supposed to feed him and keep him entertained? He said he wasn’t a guard dog but right now it felt like you had a damn Cane Corso staying in your apartment. The look he gave you earlier was nothing short of a warning but you weren’t scared.

Also you noticed he had gloves on. It’s the summer, why would a guy wear gloves? Was it so his fingerprint wasn’t pushed around everywhere? But you’ve seen other men work for your father and watch over both you and your mother and they never once wore gloves unless it was winter. It didn’t make sense.

After an hour in the tub and at least one refill of hot water, you got out and wrapped a towel around your body. Collecting your clothes, you left the bathroom and turned towards your room. On the way by the guest room, you heard soft murmurs.

“Yeah…this isn’t gonna be easy, she’s already on my last nerve…I know, sir. I promise she’ll be safe…didn’t see anything today….” Of course he was updating your dad.

Rolling your eyes, you walked into your room and closed the door before locking it. After you dried off, you pulled on a large tee and some pajama shorts. Your stomach growled, realizing that you hadn’t eaten at all since this morning. Glancing at the clock, it was nearly six am. You could wait a while longer, you just didn’t want to see Bucky again. Thankfully a bag of chips and the bottle of wine was still sitting on your nightstand from the night before. It may be warm, but you couldn’t care less.

You dozed off at some point, the bag of chips left on one side of the bed as you curled around a pillow on the other side. You had the day off and you slept in until damn near three pm.

Waking up was easy enough, ready to see if Miss Liz left you cookies. She always knew the days off meant you wouldn’t be out in the mornings. Well, morning for you. So she always left goodies. But then you saw the empty bottle of wine and remembered why you were drinking in the first place.

Sighing, you knew you needed coffee, which meant leaving your room. How were you going to be able to coexist with this guy? His face was the last thing you wanted to see right now. But, nothing was going to stand in your way of your coffee.

Sliding out of bed and running your hands through your messy hair, you slowly walked out. The television was on, a rerun of Criminal Minds playing. You glanced over and saw Bucky on the couch, turning his head to gaze at you.

“Sleep okay?” He asked, though you just ignored him and walked into the kitchen.

Bucky furrowed his brow. He was trying to play nice but you weren’t making it easy.

Apparently Bucky already had coffee, considering there was a hot half a pot left. Grumbling to yourself, you poured some into your mug and walked over to the window. Pushing it open while silently daring Bucky to tell you off, you slipped outside and took a seat on the little pillow you kept out there. Glancing to your right, you saw the little Tupperware and a note.

Hey babe, these are just regular cookies today, kinda smoked all the weed instead. Hope you have a good day! -L

Man, you loved this lady. Popping the top open, you took a cookie and dipped it in your coffee before eating it. Soft chocolate chip with a hint of butterscotch. You are about two more before looking down at them. Four remained, making you sigh. You really had to make this living situation at least a tad lighter.

Taking the plastic bowl, you reached out through the open window without looking back. Rustling the bowl to get Bucky’s attention, you heard the tv mute and boots for the ground.

“What are these?” Bucky asked as he leaned into the open window. Setting the bowl down in front of him, you took another sip of your coffee as you stared out towards the park.

“Cookies, do they not have them where you’re from?” You asked, raising your eyebrow as you looked over at him.

“Yeah but what’s in them?” He asked, of course he has to be the cautious one.

“Stuff you make cookies with. They’re not drugged this time,” you shrugged, leaning back against the brick wall.

“This time?” Bucky widened his eyes. You reached over and grabbed the note, setting it in front of him. He read it over and rolled his eyes. “Pot cookies? Jesus. Get inside, someone could be watching you.”

You glared at him as you stayed in your seat. “Yes, pot cookies. And no, I’m gonna stay out here a little longer.”

Bucky grumbled incoherently and pulled away from the window. Setting the cookies on the counter, he walked over to his coat and pulled out his gun. Sliding it behind him in the waistband of his pants, he returned to the window and climbed out.

“What the hell?” You asked, scooting over to avoid being crushed by his big ass.

“You won’t come inside so I have to come outside,” Bucky said, taking a seat next to you.

You glared at him, knowing he was doing his job but you were entirely annoyed. “Why are you doing this? Why did he pick you and why did you agree?” You asked after a moment of silence while he got situated.

Bucky sighed and crossed his arms, leaning back against the brick. “He chose me because Charlotte hand picked me.”

You lost your breath for a moment, not expecting to hear your mothers name from him. What did he mean that she hand picked him?

Bucky saw your confusion and continued. “I was new to the mafia business. My friend Steve had worked with your dad for a few years and they brought me in. I had just been brought home to Brooklyn after an incident overseas when I was in the army. I was discharged and after a while, I was able to get back on my feet. I started out as just a guard, making sure no one came into your fathers building without us knowing who they were. Charlotte took a liking to me after I helped her a few times with bringing things in and out. We talked for a while and I’m not sure why, but she wanted to make sure I made it in this business. She talked to your dad and he agreed to give me a chance at being more than just a guard. You were a…junior, at the time I think. Your mom loved talking about you, telling me how well your art was doing, how you didn’t want to be a part of this life. She worried about you. And then when she found out she had cancer-“

“Stop.”

Bucky’s words were left hanging in the air as you raised your finger. You couldn’t listen any more, not while you were struggling to not cry. You already did enough of that the night before and you still had a headache from it.

“Just…don’t,” you said, your voice softer than before.

The two of you stayed quiet as you sipped on your coffee, your emotions calming down as the moments passed.

After about ten minutes, you got up and stepped over Bucky before slipping inside. The coffee was gone and your heart ached. Leaving the mug in the sink, you sighed when you heard Bucky step in and the window close.

“Listen, we just…gotta make this work, okay? So you can go back to doing whatever it is you do and I can go back to not being a mafia daughter,” you said as you turned, leaning against the counter.

It caught Bucky off guard but he looked over and nodded. Now that you knew he was doing this because he felt like he had to help since he owed your mom where he was today, you knew she would be disappointed in how you were treating him.

“So I’m assuming my dad gave you money for food and stuff while you’re here?” You asked, to which he nodded. Since Bucky was going to be watching you, your dad gave him a very, very good raise. “Well, I need to go shopping today. I guess you’re coming with. But please, lose the suit jacket. It’s gonna look pretty suspicious when I’m dressed in a tank too and leggings while you look like you’re ready for an important business meeting. Plus, aren’t you hot with those gloves?” You asked, motioning your head towards his hands.

Bucky frowned softly, rubbing the back of his neck with a shake of his head. “Gloves stay, but I can change.”

You raised an eyebrow but shrugged. Walking to your room, you closed the door behind you and decided to keep it simple. Just as you said, a black pair of leggings paired with a dark red tank. Oh how you missed the fall. You threw your hair up in a bun and grabbed your purse, slinging it over your shoulder. Bucky was done before you and you saw how he changed into a pair of jeans and a blue long sleeved Henley. Why did he want to wear long sleeves so bad?

Without questioning him, you grabbed your keys and the two of you headed out.

Shopping was…simple enough. From the things Bucky chose, it was clear he was probably into cooking. By the way your side of the cart looked, it showed that you didn’t cook much at all. At least you had all of the pans and such for him to use. They were all still pretty brand new.

You felt Bucky move closer to your side as you two walked, though you tried to move away. His arm slipped around your waist and that’s when you stopped completely. “What are you-“

His hand gripped your waist, as if to stop you from speaking. “I think we’re being followed. Just walk normally and don’t say anything,” he whispered, slowly taking steps forward and pushing you along with him. You went to look around but he cleared his throat a little before shaking his head. “Don’t.”

You walked alongside him, trying to act normal as if you were just grocery shopping with a boyfriend. Granted, that had never been a thing you’ve actually done. “Is there anything else you need?” You asked, though it had seemed like you two were pretty much done.

Bucky shook his head and the two of you walked to the front near the registers. He put everything on the conveyor belt, including yours to which you were going to stop him but the moment you made a sound, he narrowed his eyes. You chewed the inside of your cheek as he paid for it all, knowing you would pay him back. After everything was bagged, the two of you walked out while his arm moved around your waist again. Sure enough, he spotted the same people he saw before. The two of you put the bags in the car and although you never wanted to be that person, he suggested you leave the cart in the middle of the parking space beside you and drove off.

“Don’t go home,” he said as he pulled the gun out from the back of his pants.

“Why not?” You asked, taking a left turn instead of a right like you normally would have.

“Do you want to lead them to your house?” Bucky looked at you as if you were that dumb.

“They already know where I live. Where should I go?” You sighed.

“Anywhere but home. Just drive around. Go to Jersey for all I care,” he shrugged, turning in his seat and looking out the back window.

You decided to do just that, head towards Jersey. But about twenty miles down the road, a car appeared and Bucky saw that it was the same men from the store. They were coming up quickly and without care, the passenger leaned out and shot at your car. A scream left your lips as the bullet went straight through the windows, swerving slightly.

“Fuck!” You yelled, pushing harder on the gas. Bucky slid into the back seat and proceeded to kick the entirety of your back window out. From there, he had a perfect shot at the men. It was a fire fight back and forth, while you stayed ducked down as much as possible while still being able to see the road. Your poor car was going to be fucked after this.

Bucky got a few good shots in, even managing to knock the gun out of the man's hand and into the oncoming traffic. He could see that he got the man somewhere from the line of blood down the side of the car. The two men decided to retreat and took a side road, heading back to their own base.

You drove for a while before pulling into a parking garage, hiding at a far end. You were somewhere in Manhattan, though you had no clue where. Once you shut the car off, you slowly began to rise up from your crouched position. Bucky shifted and leaned in between the seats, looking you over.

“Were you hit?” He asked, though he didn’t notice any blood. You shook your head, even as your hands shook. You may have had close calls in life with the mafia business, but this took the cake.

The way you looked at Bucky showed your fear. You may not be afraid to die, but then again, you never came that close. In some way, you were hoping that when you did die, it would be quick and painless. Not a car chase with the possibility of being hit.

“My car…” you muttered, your mind buzzing.

“Will be fixed. Are you okay?” He asked, taking your chin with his gloved hand and making you look at him. You hesitated for a moment, though you nodded.

“Get over. I’m driving,” he spoke, letting go of your chin.

This time, you let him.

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Masquerade || billionaire!Bucky

Billionaire!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: Sneaking into the infamous James 'my friends call me Bucky' Barnes' elaborate party seemed like such a simple task until you met the charming man himself. Everything about him pulled you further into his orbit and who were you to fight gravity. Warnings: 18+ only, implied smut, nudity WC: 2331

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The decadent soirée was in full swing when you arrived, masked acrobats swinging high above the hall that was full of almost black roses. The elite list of invitees were already mingling over expensive flutes of champagne and their polished taste indulged in the White Gold caviar pristine hostesses offered as hor d'oeuvres. You declined the creamy white eggs but accepted the alcohol as you felt like an imposter in their midst.

“Do you have eyes on him?” Your handler asked through your ear piece.

“There’s three who match the description but the masks make it difficult to be sure.” You whispered discreetly as you pretended to admire the roses.

“I’m sure you will come up with a solution.”

“Black velvet.”

You turned at the sound of the man who had stepped in beside you and found one of the three possible suspects you had pegged as the owner of the mansion you were in. His deep blue suit set his eyes alight and the silver mask he wore was inlaid with diamonds you were almost certain were real. Even though you knew everyone who was invited was rich, he screamed luxury: from the tailored suit to the air of arrogance that clung to him as strongly as his sharp cologne.

He caught the quizzical look even through your black laced mask and chuckled to himself. “The roses.”

“Oh, they are beautiful.” You said as you followed his movement, his gloved fingers reaching out and plucking a stem from the bouquet.

“Because they are forced to be.” He said as he offered the single rose to you. “They have been modified to reach perfection. Something you seemed to have achieved naturally. I’m James, but my friends call me Bucky.”

“I’m y/n.” You said as you inhaled the sweet scent of the bloom and fingered the sharp thorns that lined the stem. “Does that line usually work for you?”

“9 times out of 10.” He quipped back with a charming smile. “I knew you stood out from the others. Should I just give up now?”

“I didn’t take you for the type to give up so easily.” You shrugged and slotted the flower back into the bouquet. “Or take advice from a woman.”

“Is that what you think of me?” He asked, his dark eyebrow peeking over the top of his mask. “I love it when a woman tells me what to do…in the right situation.”

His ocean eyes were turning to obsidian as he took in the curve of your breasts swelling over the designer dress you had been given for the party and down its length to the daring slit that revealed your leg. You could feel his eyes undressing you and he smirked when he caught you pressing your legs together needing to apply some sort of friction between.

“This used to be a royal embassy before my family bought it.” He said, looking around the room lined with paintings that were probably worth millions each. “Would you like a tour?”

You were nodding before your handler confirmed what you had already realised, he was your target. The target, James, cocked his elbow and you slipped your arm through his before he began to lead the way out of the grand hall and up a pair of intimidating staircases. Your heels tapped loudly on the stone steps and you realised just how quiet it was away from the party, there wasn’t a single person on this side of the palace.

You came to a stop in front of a pair of dark portraits and your head tilted to the side with familiarity. “These are Rembrandt.”

“You have an eye for detail.” He smirked as watched you inspect the paintings.

“They are extremely well made copies.” You whispered as you stepped closer and eyed the detail of the brush strokes and the lighting cast across it.

“Who said they were copies?”

“I saw these quite recently at the Louvre and I haven’t heard of their sale, that would certainly make the news.”

His smirk widened as he began to walk further down the hall with you in tow. “The Louvre would never admit they were displaying counterfeit artworks, imagine the embarrassment.”

You were beginning to feel like a lamb to the slaughter as you walked past a Monet and Klimt next, hundreds of millions of dollars in artwork in a ten metre span. It was no wonder the Barnes family had been running the criminal world for so long, they had infinite resources. And you were hoping to topple it all with a pretty dress and a pair of tits, what were you thinking.

“This wing was the original palace built for the House of Savoy in 1875.” James said as he opened a gilded door and let you through first.

“Keep him talking.”

“What is it now?”

He shut the door with a smirk that sent a lightning bolt straight to your core and instead of taking your elbow he placed his hand on the bare skin of your lower back. “Guess you’ll just have to find out.”

You were hyper aware of the smooth leather glove that was pressed to your skin and you were grateful for the daring dress once again as he led the way to another double door that was carved and covered with gold. You had never seen a more opulent room as you took in the space that was larger than your entire apartment. The double height ceiling housed a glass dome that let you see the brilliance of the stars above and you couldn’t help but stop to stare at the sight that looked unreal.

“Are these the same stars as outside or can you afford bigger, better ones of those too?”

His laugh rolled over your skin and his blue eyes almost glowed between his mask. “I like that. I’ll have to ask Elon, see if he can get me some bigger stars. Drink?”

He slipped the empty flute from your fingers before you could answer and made his way to the bar that was set up in one corner with a dark red leather sofa beside it, facing a warm, glowing fire.

“Do you have any tequila?” You asked as he grabbed a bottle of champagne from the wine fridge.

“I have AsomBroso Reserva Del Porto or Clase Azul Extra Añejo.” He said as he held up two bottles that you clearly didn’t recognise. “AsomBroso it is.”

“Mhmm, sounds good.” You nodded, still kind of thrown by how well he rolled his r’s when he spoke. "You speak Spanish?”

“Sì, ¿verdad?” You shook your head at his question and he grinned as he poured two shots of the amber liquid. “My father made sure I was fluent in a handful of languages to cover most of the countries we have business in.”

The way he said it contradicted the smile he had and you were sure it was not something he had a choice in. “Just how much is a handful? Out of curiosity.”

He handed you one of the shot glasses as he answered. “Almost 30.”

You nearly dropped the glass as your jaw did and a small splash of the golden liquid slipped over the rim and along your finger. You swapped the glass to the other hand and raised your finger to your lips to catch the wayward droplets on your tongue. Your eyes connected over your finger and the whole energy in the room changed as he licked his lips at the sight and you raised your glass to his before tipping it back. It was unlike any tequila you had drunk before, smooth with a rich warmth that reached your belly immediately, definitely not your more affordable Jose Cuervo you normally drank.

“Wow, that’s seriously amazing.” You gasped when the slight burn in your throat eased and you looked disappointed at the empty glass.

“You should have tried the caviar.” He teased as he took the glass and you followed him to the bar this time, leaning against the countertop as he refilled the glasses.

“You were watching me.” You smiled to yourself, impressed you had gained the billionaire’s attention that fast.

“I keep my eye on everyone who comes into my home uninvited.” You choked on the shot you were about to take and began to step away from him but he caught your hand and pulled you flush against his body. “Uh-uh-uh, where do you think you are going, beautiful? The party's just beginning.”

Your mind was racing as fast as your heart and you tried to think of ways to get out of his grasp. “I’m a cop.”

“What the hell, y/n! Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

“Nice try, doll, you think I’m going to believe you're a cop? You’re wearing a Givenchy dress and Louboutins, which are admittedly from last season but still more than a cop could afford.” He laughed and stroked his knuckle gently over your cheekbone. “Plus, you have too much sex appeal.”

“Thanks, I guess.” You said with an eye roll. “Fine, I was curious as to how the other half lived and my friends bet me I couldn’t get within 100 feet of the party.”

“Better.”

“And what did you bet them?” He asked as he relaxed his hand so his fingers were almost laced with yours.

You looked down at your hands and made the move yourself, curling your fingers between his before looking up into his baby blues through your mascara thickened lashes. “I bet I could fuck the host.”

His lips tipped up at the corners but he caught himself before he could really smile at the thought. “Why should I believe you? You could actually be a cop for all I know.”

“Rich men like yourself must have contacts at every police station along the Eastern Seaboard, I’m sure you could check-”

“Careful now, y/n.”

“-or…I could prove it right now.”

His eyes were darkening by the second as your hand trailed up his hard arm, knowing beneath the glove and the layers of clothes was a very advanced piece of technology. His eyes were screaming at you to prove yourself and when his lips parted in anticipation you couldn’t hold back. You rose to your tiptoes to reach his ruby lips that were calling you, even with the heels he was too tall, and you laced your fingers in the long strands of his hair. His lips were softer than you imagined they would be and they moulded to yours as he deepened the kiss, tongue lashing across yours as you fought for dominance but gave in as his hands roamed your body.

“Tell me we don’t have to trek across this mansion and climb an Everest of stairs to find your bedroom.” You begged as you unwillingly broke apart for air.

“Not quite.” He chuckled as he tightened his fingers around yours and headed to the doors set off from the library corner.

You crashed to his mattress in a sweating, heated mess and tried to remember how your legs were meant to work but the back to back orgasms he had pushed you through had rendered the limbs useless. With a satisfied sigh, James fell to his pillow beside you and brushed a hand through his messy hair that stuck up at different angles. He had been right, he certainly took orders from women and every direction you gave he did without question. You could only say he was the best sexual partner you had ever had.

“Holy shit.” You giggled as you snuggled into his arm that he opened for you. “That vibrate function was fucking insane.”

“I guess there’s some perks to losing an arm.” He chuckled as he looked at the black and 24k gold plates that had replaced his left arm. “Hell of a silver lining.”

You swore you had been bewitched everytime he smiled at you the way he did, it stole your breath in an instant. It had only gotten worse as your masks had been tossed aside so you could kiss the sharp shape of his jawline, seeing it all come together was a masterpiece.

“Oh shit, where’s my phone?” You asked aloud as you tried to find where you had dropped it with your clothes but you couldn’t see it anywhere.

“It’s safe on the dresser over there.” He said as he nodded to the set of drawers. “You are quite careless when you have a mission, or should I say bet to win.”

You pulled yourself from his arms and padded across the plush carpet to retrieve your phone and opened your camera. “Smile, I have to prove I won.”

He dragged the sheet over his hips to protect his modesty and he laughed when he caught your pout behind the phone, which was capturing the perfect image of him. “I better not see that shit on TMZ.”

“Oh no, I don’t want to share this with anyone, I might even take a loss on the bet so those horny bitches don’t get to see it.” You said seriously as you climbed back into bed and dropped your phone next to his. “Should I apologise for making you miss your own party?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m the one who made you miss the party.” He quipped back as his eyes greedily drank in the sight of you naked against his sheets. “How about next weekend?”

“The clone of his phone has been successful.”

He pulled you closer and kissed the sweet spot he had found at the base of your neck and begged you with his deep voice. “Come and miss another party with me.”

“Congratulations, y/n, mission complete, payment transferred.”

You grinned as you pulled back to capture his sincere eyes and despite knowing it was a bad idea mixing business with pleasure, you were addicted to him already. “That sounds perfect.”

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