𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 - 𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

Collateral -- JJ Maybank (Part One)

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Summary: JJ’s stunt with Barry bites him in the ass when the angry drug dealer kidnaps you and decides you’re JJ’s collateral for the stolen money.

Warnings: kidnapping, violence, angst, mentions of child abuse and drug use

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!Routledge!reader

Word Count: 4,800+

A/N: I started writing this after binge-watching Outer Banks, and before I knew what was happening, I had written 20 pages of this and hadn’t even gotten to the climax… So, this has clearly been broken up into parts. I have part two already finished, and I’m almost finished with part three, but I’m not uploading them tonight because I want this to see the light of day first, and gain some love before I do anything. Please let me know what you guys think of this! I know there isn’t a lot of mushy-feely stuff in this chapter, and it’s mainly angst but, I had so much fun writing this, so please give it a chance and tell me what you think. Also, it’s canon divergent because I tweaked the DCS storyline and everything after John B. finds the first gold bar.

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THE EVE OF A CRUEL ANGEL'S THESIS

CHAPTER 1 : The threat of the hurricane

Pairing : Mafia!Stucky x Reader

Summary : After years of absence, you were thought to be dead. But here you were, alive and ready to take everything that was yours, or you'd die trying. And this time, you would take both of them with you.

Warning : 18+ ONLY, Minor DNI, canon level violence, mentions of murder, guns and blood, soft!dark, angst, fluff, trauma (mental and physical)

A/N : hope y'all will enjoy this story, it's about to be a ride :) let's just hope i don't stop it earlier

The cycle never stopped. Since you left, the cycle of torture that repeated each and every night, ripping away their time to rest and to feel peace for once. Their nights had been plagued by your absence, reminding him of your absence and the mistakes they’d made.

Waking up in cold sweat, shaking against each other and freezing under their heavy covers, they clawed at each other’s skin, the sensations they felt that night fresh in their memories despite the years that had passed. Everything was still raw, still too recent. Nothing would make the wounds heal, not even time or therapy. Nothing could fix them, not when they’d been the masters of their own demise, the key element to their pain. One could even raise that they’d hurt themselves entirely on their own.

These nights brought out a sickening feeling of longing and desperation born from your absence. How could one singular being be so contingent to another’s happiness ? How was it that after years of giving up on finding love they’d found you and you, with a touch as soft as a feather, managed to turn their world around ? Making them spin so fast that each step you took towards them made their palms sweat and their faces heat up.

You made grown man feel like teenagers in love.

The dreams plagued their nights and made themselves so alive that physical pain was the only way for them to get back to reality. Pain so intense that the bloodstains on their sheets were now common and impossible to give up on. Each night for the last five years, the nightmare would change, a Russian Roulette wheel of the worst days of their lives replaying non stop. Awake or asleep there was no difference when they’d suffocate either way without you.

This one nightmare, though, it was different. This nightmare, the one that kept them paralyzed, came from a good memory. One of their best memories of you actually, the last happy one they shared with you. The last day before the hurricane came and ruined it all.

They could see you, hear you, feel you. The tender touch of your fingers on their bare skins, waking them up from a long night of shared passion and love. They remembered it all, your fingers on their hair, their own hands all over you. They gripped, kissed, sucked and bit on everything they could, as if it would be the last time before they could do it again, or ever again. They’d been played by their own intuition in a way. Their entire souls screaming for you to be cherished before you disappeared. Could it be that they’d unconsciously prepared their own pain ? It was by their own hands but never planned. How could they plan to hurt you this badly ? And selfishly, to hurt themselves this badly ?

The sound of your voice was still fresh in their mind. They could hear it clearly, the way you whispered their names in a soft laugh that made their hearts leap. The sound of pure bliss that echoed out of you was what hurt the most, what broke them from inside. Because your love was like no other but they still found power in themselves to play with it.

Remembering how you’d moan their names in a whisper, how your body would find itself pushing towards theirs and rub all of your naked parts on theirs. They remembered your hands, your nose, your lips around their necks, grazing them and bringing out sounds that no one should ever hear from them. They could hear their own blood travel around their body and expose them to you. They’d been vulnerable with you and would be again if they ever had the chance, show you how deeply they’d missed you, how desperate they were to scream their fears to you instead of letting themselves be driven into the dark and down the wrong path.

Wishing was an easy thing to do, even more when it was your last resort. The men who had it all could only wish to find you again. But would they truly be different ? Or would they even try to be different ? They had changed, became colder, meaner after you’d left. You were a compass to them, guiding them towards more light. But they had no compass anymore, only a few friends that could lead them towards a better brighter solutions and not the meaningless kill. The killings had skyrocketed after your disappearance. Ruthless was not sufficient to describe them now. All that could be concluded was that they were not the men you’d loved, these men were gone, they’d left with you.

~

Incapable of sleeping any longer, they’d woken up and started the day early. About four hours earlier than expected.

With the lack of sleep came the terrible mood, and terrible was an understatement. The terror that spread through the gigantic house they owned was to be felt from miles away. They were in the worst mood ever and made it clear than anyone looking to cross them today would not see tomorrow.

By noon, three of their men were already dead, killed on sight, a bullet of their own personal guns piercing their forehead. The cockiest ones were always the first ones to leave this world. No apology was needed for disrespecting them. They’d been generous and not force you through a public humiliation. You’d simply pay with your life.

Nothing could calm them down and nothing would, not when they refused the help that could be given to them. Therapy would do nothing but annoy them more, and bringing up the idea when the day had barely started and seemed to be headed towards a bloodier end for whomever was bold enough.

By 2PM, the sixth kill had already happened and it was time for a necessary intervention from one of the few who’d manage to get away with just about anything.

As Sam Wilson walked into the building, his regular smirk on his face, the tense atmosphere slowly dissipated. Everyone that saw him walk in let out a breath of relief. Maybe the killings would stop for the day. Maybe for the week if they were lucky.

As soon as he entered their office, he shook his head in disapproval. The image of both man lazily sitting at their desks, looking off to the distance, it was common for him. He was used to it, a vision so regular that he had stopped asking if they were okay. For five years, the response had been the same, and so had been the threats that would follow.

“6 kills. 6 fucking kills and it’s 2:26 only. You wanna explain that ?” Ask the man as he sat down on a seat to face both.

Steve was the first up, standing to his full height and walking to the tray counting various bottles of expansive liquor. Half these bottles were empty and the others close to it. It was common to drink one glass, once in a while, but Sam knew better. He’d bought two of these bottles himself, less than a month ago. It was amazing to not see these two collapse because of alcohol poisoning already.

Sam Wilson had seen you and been your friend for a while when you were still present. He’d been the first one to treat you like you were your own person (which you were) and not some grand, magical being who had managed to steal the hearts of the two coldest men in the world. You’d succeeded and made them feel all over again, after years of only relying on each other for love, honesty and passion. It was you and no one else.

The drinking was one of the few things they’d slowly got better at, letting go of it when you weren’t around. They only wanted you to see their drunk selves. You’d see them and take care of them, while giving them the usual lecture. All of it was worth it though, the love you felt was real and so was theirs. All of it was real. So why did it all have to go so wrong ?

Pouring himself a drink that was clearly too full to be healthy, Sam watched as his long time friend took a sip before walking back to his seat, presenting the glass to his lover before sitting down by his side. The brunette twirled the amber colored liquid in the glass before chugging it. He threw the empty glass to the floor, not sparing it a single glance when it shattered and spread around the room.

Sam wanted to laugh at their behavior, less amused and more in disbelief. He was surprised to see how audacious both men seemed to be despite the true rundown of the events had led to their pain.

“Sam, you’re our friend and we value you. But don’t think that because we care about you in some way you can demand explanations from us. We control this entire territory, you answer to us.” Said the blond man, looking at him with a stern eyes.

“Oh cut the bullshit power trip Steve.” Chuckled the friend.

The black man stood up to spin his chair and sit with his chest facing the back of it. The knowing smile stretching his lips contrasted with the blank expressions both the men facing him seemed to carry. He had his own reasons to look so happy while they looked miserable. He had been right the whole time and swore they’d regret not listening to him. Now, they hadn’t even listened to you at the time so it was to be expected at least.

“Do you even see yourselves ? What the fuck happened to you both ? This isn’t the men I became great friends with and it certainly isn’t them men she lo-“

Before he could finish his sentence, he was stopped by a gain aimed at him, pointing straight towards his forehead. The sound of a chair falling had followed a little after and then the sound of the safety came. A common following of events, not different from the usual, the common trend since you’d disappeared. The only difference is that unlike the puny men who followed their orders like lap dogs, Sam had been given a chance. Or, to be correct, he’d been given the win.

“Don’t fucking say a single word. Or you’ll end up in a body bag too.” Snarled the brunette through gritted teeth.

“Oh really Buck ? You’re gonna kill me ? When you emptied all your bullets in that last man of yours ? Come on now, you’re getting sloppy. Might wanna lay off the booze there Buckaroo.” Chuckled Sam, walking away from the metal armed brunette.

“You know what’s funny about this whole thing ?” Asked Sam, smiling softly at the couple. “This could’ve been avoid. Had you listened to the people who had surrounded you for as long as you could remember and who had seen you grow into this world and into who you were, she’d still be here. And that’s why I’m still alive. That’s why Nat is still alive, and same thing for Tony. Because you know that unlike the lousy pieces of shit that talk shit about her, we’re not wrong. We know what happened and so do you. You know and it eats you alive. The knowledge that you brought this all on yourselves is killing you. And you’re going to make it everyone’s problem until you find her or until you get killed stupidly. The latter being the most likely.” Says the man nonchalantly. He had been repeating and saying these words for a while now and he’d never cease to repeat them.

Maybe it was extreme cockiness of unhealthy habits, but he expected this one, a bullet being fired and piercing through the room to be stopped by the wall. Sam had dodged, a simple move the side, not even his whole body, just his head. It was enough. He kept walking away, slowing pacing around the room and throwing a look at the gaping hold in the wall, marking of a bullet, regularly piercing this exact spot. It was just jokes and taunts but Sam was right, Bucky had gotten sloppy, or he was simply accepting the fact that he’d lost this battle and would keep on losing it.

You’d been like a little sister to him and he would make sure to torment them with as much deserved truth as possible.

Walking back to his things, Sam pulled out a manila envelope out of his coat and slammed it on the desk, in front of Steve. The man looked as if he was being tortured by his own thoughts, to out of it to pay attention or maybe trying his best to seem unbothered when the dark thoughts crossing his mind where so easy to read.

Looking off to the distance, both men stayed silent, processing the words and letting them sip into their being. They were the same, all the time. The order and tone might change from time to time but the meaning was always the same : it was all on them. We could argue that other factors played a big a part in the events leading to your disappearance, but the biggest one was them and it was undeniable.

His eyes dropped to the envelope before looking up to Sam who gestured for him to open it. Quickly opened, a file was inside. It contained various pictures, receipts and other documents kept only by the highest of the highest members of the mob, only accessible to the ones in control. These documents could only be accessed by a few and Sam was one of them.

Steve pulled out two prints of the same map but with different notes added to it. His interest in the document was shared by his best friend who got closer to the desk and took a look at all the others. Sam pointed to specific points on the maps, a grave look on his face.

“See this ? This was your estimated territories three months ago. And these are the same territories as of last week. You see how significantly smaller it is ? How much potential place you’re losing ? All the deals you were about to close ? That’s because somebody’s stealing all your allies. You’re losing both space and men Steve. And with our estimations, you’ll have nothing by the end of the year.”

For the first time since he’d been here, Sam could see the couple show emotions. More than annoyance but less than rage, both seemed to settle for anger, the kind that could only come to those of a certain standing in society. The kind of anger that only those in power could feel. Because standing on top of the pyramid were both Steven Grant Rogers and James Buchanan Barnes. And someone bellow them, daring enough to play a game that always ended with them winning and the opponent dying, was trying. More than trying, they were succeeding, taking multiple territories from them and all that right in front of them.

This was the beginning of a war. Someone was audacious enough to start a war against them. Audacious or stupid, maybe tired of living, it didn’t matter.

“Do you know who’s behind this ?” Asked Bucky, a frown on his face as he kept staring at the pieces of paper.

Sam searched through the file, pulling out a small note, hand written neatly but bare, with no envelope.

“This was dropped with the head of one of your man. No software recognizes the writing and we can’t find any prints on the paper.”

Dropping a piece of paper on the desk, it looked nothing like any kind of indication but it was. A simple piece of paper torn off the corner of a random sheet, the words written on it could never be misunderstood, not in this world.

“Where was the head dropped ?”

“At the bar’s doorstep. We had to close early so that Natasha could get to work and try to figure something out. We’re losing profit from staying close. This is more important than some turf war. Read it yourself.”

Pointing at the piece of paper, the words were clear.

Hope you won’t mind the new neighbor. Just trying to get settled, might take a little space too. You know, to bring back a little bit of equality around here. Might also have a little change in management. Feels like it’s time for you both to get knocked out of that throne you’ve been sitting in.

“You’ve got bigger things to worry about. There’s a newcomer on their way and they’re getting closer to the center. They’re getting closer to you. I said it would take about six months for your whole territory to be taken over. It’ll take less for whoever the fuck that new boss is to get Brooklyn. So get your head out of your ass and get ready. There’s a storm coming and you’re not going to win if you keep this up.”

~

Warnings were always good, always. Being warned of the hurricane that threatened the peace of the nice villagers was the way to save everyone, to survive. This was how you lived, by preparing for what was to come, by getting ready to fight whichever battles were sent to take you down.

But how would you survive a threat that was already there ?

Watching from afar, a strawberry flavored lolipop between your lips, you observed, assessed, analyzed. Letting the wind blow through the holes of your baggy jeans and all around your lightly covered body, you felt out of place here. This all looked so fancy and proper, far from what you’d chose to wear.

It didn’t matter anyway. You’d have it bend to fit you and not the other way around, not anymore.

This was your new routine, your new life. The mob had known you before, they had played you before. And something was telling you that they were not prepared in anyway for the hurricane. The villagers would have to learn to let go of their peace.

can you do

17

65

85 with jj

where u want to have sex on the couch but y’all’s friends are there hanging out so u guys have an idea to cockwarm

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Pairings: JJ Maybank x reader

Prompts:

17: “No panties?”

65: “I never knew my girl was so kinky.”

85: “I told you to stay still.”

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: smut, swearing, drinking, fingering, cockwarming

You were cuddled up with JJ on the couch, hanging out with Kie and Pope. John B and Sarah went out for the night. You guys were drinking and sharing stories, reminiscing about old times. Which was the norm for a Saturday night.

You had your legs draped over JJs and a blanket was covering you two. His hand was on your thigh and it was completely innocent but you couldn't get the naughty thoughts out of your mind. Pope was giving a detailed memory of how he met Kie as she kept interrupting him, swearing it went down another way.

You chuckled at them as they continued their now heated debate. You placed your hand on top of JJ's and just as he went to take a sip of his beer, you slid his hand under your skirt and he nearly choked when he felt your bare pussy against his hand. He glanced at you with a smirk on his face when he pulled his beer away.

"Kie, you brought more beer didn't you?" You asked as you finished off your bottle.

"No panties? Are you trying to kill me baby?" He leaned over and whispered in your ear not really expecting an answer and you had to suppress your moans when he started tracing slow circles on your clit. "Is that what you wanted, princess? Wanted my attention?" You nodded your head and tried to steady your breathing. You looked over at Kie and Pope, who were thankfully still in the middle of their argument. You had a plan.

"Oh yeah, let me go grab them." She stood up and headed towards the kitchen.

"Hold on, I'll help." You grinned to yourself as you watched Pope follow her like a lost puppy, like you were counting on him to do. You heard them continuing their debacle in the kitchen and the second you knew it was safe, you left out a moan against JJ's neck as he kept toying with your clit. You moved your hand to start palming him through his shorts.

"You have no idea how bad I want to fuck you right now." He groaned. His dirty words and his delicate work with his fingers had you clenching around nothing. You wanted him bad too. Your fingers started to undo the buttons on his shorts.

"Let me warm you." He furrowed his brows at you.

"Come on J." You pleaded and batted your lashes at him. He signed heavily.

"I never knew my girl was so kinky." He teased as he pulled his fingers out of your skirt.

"Okay but you have to promise me you're gonna stay still." You eagerly nodded. "I'm serious Y/N."

"I know baby, I promise. Now hurry up." You still heard Kie and Pope in the kitchen but knew they'd be back any second. JJ pulled his hard cock out of his shorts and helped you position yourself over him. You were so wet that he slid into you with ease. You both let out simultaneous moans and he couldn't help but move your hair out of his way so he could place open mouthed kisses on your neck. You whined out and started involuntarily rolling your hips.

"Baby, fuck." He groaned out and had to wrap his arms around you to stop you from moving. Pope and Kie re enter the room, making you and JJ quickly snap out of your pleasure. Kie handed you both another beer.

"Thanks." She sunk back in her chair across the room and unsurprisingly continued her fight with Pope. They were paying you and JJ no attention. You could get away with it if you really wanted to. And you honestly didn't realize how hard it was going to be to hold back.

You turned your head to the side and attached your lips to JJ's giving him a gentle kiss. He smiled sweetly at you and you both took drinks of your beer. You placed your hands over his and as slow as you possibly could, you rolled your hips. JJ's fingers quickly tightened his grip on your hips, trying to get you to stop your devilish movements as he let out a moan into your ear.

Nearly twenty minutes went by when Pope finally gave up against Kie and they decided to call it a night. You and J watched patiently as they gathered their belongings and started heading towards the door.

"God damn it Y/N, I told you to stay still." His raspy voice only added to your aching need to bounce on his cock. Pope and Kie were still clueless as you continued moving your hips. JJ could really stop you if he wanted to, but he didn't. Instead his fingers slid back under your skirt to find your clit again and you nearly cried out. He wasn't going to make this easy for you. He wanted to torture you for not listening but really it was torture for him too. All he wanted was to hear the pretty noises fall from your lips. The noises that you were doing a good job suppressing.

"Bye guys, see you tomorrow." You held your breath as they disappeared from the chateau. The door closed and JJ wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing tightly.

"You'd be in so much trouble right now if you didn't feel so fucking good princess." He quickly released his grip and his hands fell to your tits, groping them as he started to help you bounce backwards on his cock.

"Fuck, JJ." You whined out as he went back to attacking your neck, sliding one hand back down to your clit.

"That's it baby, let me hear you. It's just us now." You were so worked up from all the foreplay, you were already clenching around him. His name continuously fell from your lips as you fell back into his chest. His cock started to twitch inside of you as your walls pulsated around him. "I'm gonna cum." He let out in a breathless whisper and you turned to kiss him. His cum shot deep inside of you as he moaned into your mouth. He held you tightly as you both came down.

"I'm sorry baby, I just couldn't help it." You apologize, hoping he wasn't going to be upset as you lift off of him.

"It's okay, beautiful, it was fun." He says as he kisses your forehead. You sink back into his arms as you guys end the night falling asleep on the couch.

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𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 - 𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

warnings: smut, masturbation (f receiving), nomad steve rogers x reader, somnophilia, 18+ reader

summary: you wake up in the middle of the night and can’t fall back asleep, so you have steve help you…

a/n: do not steal my work, it’s all my own. 18+ only, minors do not interact!

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you awoke from your deep sleep with a sigh. a dream that you had forgotten right as you tried remembering it, was what had awakened you. you took a quick glance to your right, seeing the clock on your nightstand gleaming 3:38 A.M. looking to your left, you saw your boyfriend’s big figure, as he lay on his stomach. you could hear his soft breathing, in and out. seeing him so peaceful made you feel guilty.

because you weren’t feeling so peaceful. seeing steve and his shirtless figure gave you butterflies. god he was sexy. you turned to your side and ran your hand softly up and down his broad back. his skin felt warm under your touch. a mischievous smile suddenly formed on your lips as you thought of the naughtiest plan you could at 3 in the morning.

you made sure steve wasn’t looking towards you, not that it mattered, but his head was turned to the opposite side of the bed. you peeked under the covers to search for his left hand, and carefully lifted it from under the sheets to grasp it under your own. his hand felt heavy in your palm, and you turned it ever so slowly as to not wake him up. you held it under your own left hand and let it run over your stomach to rest on top of your clothed mound.

you lifted the waistband the pair of boxers you wore to bed, (courtesy of steve’s underwear drawer), and slid his hand the rest of the way down. this was downright dirty, and whether steve woke up from this or not didn’t seem to bother you.

with your hand still placed perfectly on top of his, you used his middle finger to pump in and out of your entrance. almost as if you were playing the piano, in this case you were the piano, and your hand was helping to teach him how to play it.

“fuck” you whispered, still acknowledging that he was asleep.

steve was stirring a bit, his legs shifting underneath the blankets.

you suddenly felt the coil in your stomach beginning to form.

steve made a noise in his sleep, but you were too focused on dealing with your own pleasure to notice.

“what are you doing baby?” his hoarse voice whispered to you.

“i woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep, so i thought you’d help me tire out” you whispered back.

“all you had to do was ask” he replied, and you could see his cocky grin in the moonlight.

he removed his fingers for a quick second so he could prop himself up and take care of you the right way. with his right elbow holding him up he focused on your eyes as his middle and ring finger began to go to work.

he pumped them in and out, praising you for being a good girl as he finished you off.

“tell me what you want baby” steve said as he noticed you trying to hold in your moans

“use your words, i know you can”

“faster steve please” you moaned out, staring into his beautiful blue eyes.

he began to work at you faster until you began to come undone beneath him.

“there you go sweetheart, i got you” he praised, as he continued to get you through your high.

steve’s fingers slowed down retreating from your body, and he brought them up to his own mouth. he licked them clean as he fixed your shorts back up. steve pulled you close and snuggled into your body, knowing you were already drifting off.

“i love you honey” you whispered.

“i love you too sweetheart” he whispered back, giving a quick kiss to your forehead as you both fell back asleep in each other’s arms.

Is This An Easter Thing?

Rating: Mature (18+ only)

Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x f!reader

Words: 500

Warnings: Sex toy, Bucky and Steve being competitive and oblivious

A/N: Written for this anon ask: Hello!! I know it’s kinda late, but can you do a backstage pass Easter head cannon where princess hides an Easter egg that Bucky and Steve have to find. After turning the whole bus upside down she finally starts giving them hints. Eventually they realize she hide it in her and they have to eat it out 🥵🥵

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Bucky’s eyeing you suspiciously, and Steve just looks confused.

“An egg?”

“Yes, Bucky. An egg.”

Steve frowns, “Is this an Easter thing? Because it’s not Easter anymore…”

“And why one egg?” Bucky asks. “I mean, who hides just one egg?”

“I do. Now shh. Listen,” you pause, slowly and deliberately you count five beats of silence in your head, “are you listening?”

They both shrug. “We hear you. Obviously,” Bucky says with an eye roll.

“You hear me, but you aren’t listening. SHH,” you repeat yourself with exasperation, “LISTEN.”

Another measured five count ticks by. Still, they just look at you expectantly.

You sigh, “Okay then. So there’s an egg hidden somewhere on this bus. You find it, you get the prize.”

You flop down on the couch, and watch them ransack the bus, completely absorbed in the “contest.” Normally they’d have easily noticed the sweat dotting your forehead, the way your breath hitches, or the buzzing noise coming from your guts.

The sound would be imperceptible to anyone else, but Bucky and Steve should easily have been able to hear it.

But they’re too focused on competing right now. It’d make you laugh if you could focus on anything but the vibrating egg inside your pussy.

Just thinking about it makes your breath catch in your throat. You squirm in place, clenching your thighs together to get some pressure, some friction on your aching clit.

Bucky is in the middle of pulling Clint’s mattress out of the frame when his head shoots up, like a wolf scenting some particularly tasty bit of prey.

Which is, in essence, what has occurred.

His nostrils flare, and he cocks his head. Standing stock still, he rumbles at Steve, “Shut up a second, man.” Bucky draws in a long, slow breath and holds it, head bowed in concentration, his face hidden by the curtain of his long hair.

“I hear something… What is that?” Steve looks around curiously.

Bucky’s blue eyes are intense when his head snaps in your direction. “You,” he growls, the word rumbles out of his throat, and goes right to your cunt.

He stalks toward you, skidding to his knees at your feet. Your pants are shredded and you’re on your back with his fingers inside of you before you can even gasp his name. He hooks the tail of the toy, and pulls it out of you slowly.

Steve gasps, “Oh, that’s a dirty trick, doll!”

“I told you everything you needed to know,” you moan, “you two were too busy competing with each other to listen.” They both look down at the little black egg, shiny with your juices, and humming loudly in the open air. “See?”

“You’re just mad you lost, Stevie,” Bucky gloats. “What’d I win?”

“You get to use it on me.” Before you even finish the thought, he’s shoving it back inside of you, and chasing it with his tongue.

Steve pouts, “What about me though?”

You groan deeply, “You get to watch.”

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@sweeterthanthis sending me a TikTok of the football scene from Top Gun: Maverick just makes me want our fictional men to play a game. Marvel and more. 🔥

Hey bestie, can you do a headcannon Bucky please where he sleeps with his arm under the readers shirt and hand resting on her boob all night?

I love this, yes, omg

Bucky loves to feel you, so if you are close, his flesh hand is on your body somehow. He’s touch starved, and when he can get his hands on you, that’s exactly where they are.

He’s holding you close at night, your back pressed against his chest with his arm snaked around your body and his hand under your shirt.

His large hand rests on your breast, his palm holding the swell gently in his sleep.

Bucky always loved your tits, he liked to kiss, suck, and mark the swells eagerly. Any time you are resting, his hands are up your shirt and feeling you up.

You never noticed, it was so natural by now that you hadn’t thought about it. Not even when you and Bucky stayed on Sam’s couch.

You were pressed against Bucky, back to his chest as he basically kept you from rolling off. His hand was completely in your shirt, large flesh palm covering the entire swell.

His metal arm in tucked under you and his face is completely nuzzled into hair and shoulder.

You were so comfortable, in fact, if Bucky didn’t hold you like this you would you probably wouldn’t be able to sleep.

“Is there a reason you two are groping each other in my living room?”Sam’s voice stirred you, making you rub your eyes and feel more aware of Bucky’s hands.

“Mhm,”You yawned, but Bucky had not stirred. He just nuzzled further into you. Actually, this was the best sleep he had seemed to get in weeks, and you were not about to disturb him.”He likes holding me.”

“Is he using you a stress ball or somethin’?”Sam teased, making you put your hand over your mouth to muffle your laugh.

“Stop, it just relaxes him, I think,” You smiled, listening to the sounds of your boyfriend breathing,”He likes to be close, ‘m not complaining.”

“Well, don’t forget about my nephews being here,”Sam reminded you,”Not you need to get hand off of you or throw a blanket on you.”

It was far too hot for that, so you went to remove his hand. Bucky actually whined into your hair, now obviously awake from your moving and talking.

His hands finds it way back under your shirt as he pulled you into him more if that’s possible.

“Bucky,”You whispered with a chuckle.

“Stop moving, wanna hold you.”

He was ridiculous, but you loved him anyway.

birthday boy | vinnie hacker

warnings: smut, nsfw, degrading, praise kink, nipple play, spitting, oral sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, underage drinking

vinnie’s cheeks started to hurt from how much he had been smiling. it was a sight for sore eyes truly. his beautiful pearly whites and protruding dimples, that made your heart swoon. his eyes were glazed over in a drunken haze, with a small smirk supporting his features. blonde curls were messily disheveled due to you running your fingers through them most of the night. vinnie was happy, he had reunited with his friends from seattle and flew in a few to spend the week with him, not to forget all his LA friends were there as well. when he caught a glimpse of his family he was ecstatic. it was something you never wanted to miss out on. the way his skin crinkled by his eyes and a light shade of red dusted the apples of his cheeks, but he blamed it on the heat which only made you roll your eyes at the blonde. always trying to keep his carefree and emotionless persona when he did in fact care and was a very sensitive guy, especially when it came to family and you. as the sky got darker the crowd got louder. everyone was hanging onto to one another mostly because they were wasted of their asses and couldn’t walk straight but also because it was a good night with good vibes.

bright lights shined it’s way into vinnie’s line of vision as everyone sang happy birthday to him. but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. the way the candles illuminated your features. eyes so bright and full of life as he could see his reflection staring back at him. vinnie felt as if it was just the two of you in the room and all time had come to a halt. your smile was so big, vinnie almost dropped to his knees, it was his biggest weakness when it came to you. the way you were so effortlessly beautiful and your big smile was always passed on to someone else. he caught a look in your eyes that held mischief. when you mouthed to him if he wanted you to throw the cake on him he couldn’t help but laugh out loud. nodding his head, as the song came to an end you launched the rather heavy customized rx7 cake at his face. the crowd roared as your smile only grew. the rush of adrenaline in your chest was at an all time high. as vinnies head bounced back from the force of the cake he immediately supported a big grin. a different array of colored icings covered his face and hair. the curls flattened to his forehead and dripping with the delicious treat. his eyes focused on you and he kept that familiar smirk on his face. you knew what this meant and you somehow didn’t find any means to fight it. "come here." pulling you in by your neck, vinnie pulled you in for a sticky but also very tasty kiss. the cheers only got louder as you two kissed, everyone making sure to capture it for their stories. pulling back your hair was now matted down and your lips were sticky. vinnie’s hands grasped at your cheeks softly rubbing your cheekbones. his thumb moved down to swipe at your bottom lip and then slowly lift it into his mouth, sucking off the remains. your heart beat in your chest so loud you swore everyone could hear it. the pit of your tummy felt like it was going to explode and your face became so hot you felt like you were standing in the middle of a fire pit, swarmed with orange and yellow flames.

as people began to come up to vinnie he let go of your face, to give hugs and handshakes. the music had made its way back in full blast and more drinks were brought out. caps of beer bottles and empty trulys littered the yard. whoever had to clean that tomorrow you felt sorry for. a warm hand on your lower back caught your attention as you jumped. "relax baby it’s me, here i brought you a drink." looking down at the drink of choice you couldn’t help but shake your head. there in his tight grip around the neck of the bottle was a modelo, classic vinnie. "i got you your favorite." grabbing the cold refrigerated beer out of his hand you took a look at him all smiley and glowing. "baby this is your favorite not mine." "yeah you’re right but that’s all that was left." clinking the glass against the birthday boys the night went on and more alcohol was consumed. your vision was slightly hazy and you couldn’t exactly walk straight but neither could vinnie. he played round after round in beer pong and the effects were catching up to him now. his wandering hands having a mind of their own as they squeezed at your sides. not many people took any notice to vinnie’s handsy behavior but some did. shouting out little "get it vinnie"s, which at any given day you would scold that person to no end. but to be honest your brain was like a peanut right now and your attention span wasn’t long, already forgetting about it as soon as his hands drifted lower.

people began to bid their goodbyes to you and vinnie, making sure to wish him a happy birthday again. each time the same cheesy smile appeared on vinnie’s face. he always loved his birthday, the one day he actually allowed himself to be the center of attention, even though you tried to do that everyday. stubborn vinnie wouldn’t let you, but today on a beautiful lightly breezy but still warm summer night on july fourteenth he allowed you to.

walking hand and hand to the car that alex decided to be the designated driver of, you both slid in the back, glued to each other’s hips. his tattooed hand grabbed at your warm exposed thigh as he rubbed the area back and fourth only going higher each time. you felt your stomach pool with arousal. turning your head to vinnie, you grabbed at his jaw and pulled him to meet your eyes. "happy birthday my love." a soft smile etched its way onto his face as he leaned in to kiss you. leaning his forehead on yours his eyes bore into yours, sending each other love signals. "thank you angel, wouldn’t want to spend the day with anyone else." pushing back his curls from his eyes you move closer to where your noses are touching. "i can’t wait to give you your present." confusion laced his features and his brown orbs searched your face for some sort answer, when he found no clues he moved back a mere few centimeters. "what do you mean? you already gave me a present when i first woke up." he wasn’t wrong, you did in fact smother his face with kisses and bring him his all time favorite breakfast in bed, as a big present sat at the end of the bed. his eyes widened as he eyed the bag and you giggled like a little kid on christmas morning, and the gift wasn’t even for you. but just treating him like the king he is made you filled with joy. "open it." grabbing the big present wrapped immaculately might i say, vinnie found himself smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. "i hope it’s a life sized y/n to have when you’re not here." giving his shoulder a shove you giggled at his dumb remark. "what my hand doesn’t exactly do any justice." "vinnie!" your cheeks heat up and you buried your face in your hands.

"but this present only you can see." this peaked his interest and it didn’t take much to draw interest when he was this drunk. leading the way into the bedroom, the lights were dimmed and vinnie got the hint immediately. pushing him to sit down you moved to straddle his lap. his rough fingertips pulled you in by your neck as his soft supple lips met yours. your wet muscles danced together, sucking on his tongue, he groaned into your mouth. a mess of teeth clashing and lip biting, your breathing got heavier. whimpers spilled from your throat and got swallowed by his as he slowly pushed you back and fourth to grind on his clothed cock. the friction was delicious and you had to disconnect your lips and get a breather. vinnie took this as a silent invitation to mark you up, he brought his plump lips to your neck. biting and grazing the skin. leaving dark wine colored bruises about the column of your throat. your head lolled back, his lips becoming more greedy. "look at you getting yourself off on my lap, so fucking needy." abruptly vinnie pushed you off his lap, your ass hitting the amber toned wood with a thump. "now suck my dick you filthy whore." your mouth watered at his choice of words. pulling down the fabric from his hips, his dick stood tall and proud. angry red tip leaking precum just waiting to be tasted. tentatively leaning forward the tip of your tongue swiped at his slit, his salty taste flooding your senses. flattening out your tongue you lick a bold stripe up the side of his cock, feeling the bulging veins and curve of his mushroomed tip. impatiently, vinnie grabs a fist full of your hair and pushes you forward, his dick hitting your cheek, leaving the traces of your saliva behind. "stop fucking around before i shove my dick so far down your throat you won’t be able to breathe." aggrsively he grabs at your hair again, pulling you forward once more, this time your open mouth catching his tip. hollowing out your cheeks, you begin to deep throat him. the muscles of your throat closing in on his cock giving him an ungodly squeez, leaving him trembling. using your head as his own gearshift he becomes relentless. black tears stain your face from your makeup running and drool dribbles down your chin and onto his balls. your gags echo the room but you don’t want him to stop. the burn in your throat feels too good and his intoxicating taste you would drink for hours on end if you could. "so fucking pretty with my cock in between your lips." moaning on his cock vinnie releases your hair and you begin to control your movements now. pushing down so far, his pubic hair that he shaved three days ago pricks at your nose. adding your hand to the mix vinnie’s eye widen, if he wasn’t going to last long before he sure as hell wasn’t going to now. twisting your hand, it slides easily as it is lubricated with your spit. your mouth focuses on his tip, the swirling of your tongue tracing every inch of him. "so good fuck, i’m gonna cum down your slutty little throat." lifting your eyes to his you hum letting him know you were ready. his eyes roll back and his head falls back between his shoulders, with a stutter of his hips he’s spilling his load into your mouth. your tongue catching and savoring every drop of his nectar. vinnie has to physically pull your head off or else you could keep going. "you need to stop that shit." pointing his finger in your face you teasingly suck it into your mouth, as if to show him you’re not scared of a little punishment. pulling back his finger from the warm confines of your mouth he grabs at your jaw with force. "i’m not fucking playing with you." vinnie spits rather harshly on your face, his saliva falling between your eyes. "i’m sorry, you just taste so good." you practically moan out to him and he looks at you over his shoulder, your words going straight to his cock. never has he ever met someone who finds pleasure in sucking dick let alone to keep doing it after someone finishes.

"come here." standing up, vinnie gives you his discarded tee to wipe off his spit. vinnie then grabs you by the back of your neck connecting your lips once more. his free hand roams your figure stopping at the zipper of your dress. "take this off for me, yeah?" nodding rapidly you immediately step out of the silk and all your undergarments. vinnie doesn’t make any effort to keep his roaming eyes at bay, simply drinking you in. "so fucking beautiful." a deep blush litters your face. vinnie bends his head down, his messy curls tickling your face as he kisses each breast. your hardened buds inviting to his warm mouth. vinnie grabs your boobs in his massive hands and pushes them together, kissing and sucking everywhere his mouth can reach. he squeezes at them loving how soft they feel in his palms. "one day i’m gonna fuck your tits baby." softly one of his hands trails down your stomach to the vixen between your thighs. your slick coating his fingers as he spreads your labia swiping through your mess. "who made you this wet?" with trembling legs, it was hard to keep yourself on your feet, your small hands clutching at his biceps. "you vinnie, all you. you always make me this wet." "mmm now tell me how bad you want it." his thumb and forefinger catch your clit and he begins to roll it between his two fingers. in circular motions he rubs slowly at your clit, your nails only digging into his biceps harder. the half crescent moon shapes covering the skin, some slightly breaking through the skin as little specks of red line the marks. "please vinnie, fuck me like the filthy whore i am, i’ve been waiting all day like a good girl please vin, please baby i need it so bad." almost on the verge of tears, leaving vinnie satisfied with your pathetic pleas.

scooping you into his defined arms he throws you on the bed, you instinctively opening your legs. your glistening pussy staring back at him. "look at you, so fucking pathetic, opening your legs like a whore." vinnie spit directly on your pussy and you moan loud, your own volume surprising you. grabbing at his dick, he smacks it against your pussy lips. he then brings the head between your open legs, smearing his tip through your slick, coating his dick. you whine at his teasing and he looks at you sternly. "shut your fucking mouth before i put something in there." your lips were then tightly closed as he brought his tip to your tiny hole. swirling the head a few times testing your limits, vinnie pushes in stretching you open. your velvety walls suck him in and vinnie bites hard at his swollen bottom lip to keep his composure. the squelching sounds in the room only feeding his ego, that he made you this wet. as your juices coated more of his cock you legs opened wider to frame his body between them. picking up speed his balls slapped against the mounds of your ass and a mix of profanities and moans slipped passed your mouth. beads of sweat gathered at the nape of vinnie’s beck and his body glistened in the dim lighting. your nails scratched at his back, red nail marks imprinting the skin. "shut the fuck up bitch." shoving his fingers into your mouth to muffle your cries, vinnie continued to show no mercy. from your suffocating silky walls hugging his cock perfectly to your burning thighs from how wide you had them it was all too good. grabbing your neck in his free hand vinnie stares down at your red face with tears coating the skin. you looked like such a mess for him but you were his perfect mess. "i’m gonna cum in this tight little cunt. you want that? you want my kids? you’d love that wouldn’t you such a dirty bitch for me hmm." removing his coated fingers from your throat you breath in through your mouth loudly, still having trouble with the blocked air flow from his hand around your throat. squeezing the sides with force waiting for you to turn purple. the familiar burn crept up the pit of your stomach and your pussy fluttered around his cock. groans poured out of vinnie’s mouth, the squeezing of you around his dick having his head spin.

"cum sweetheart, i know you’re right there." your eyes rolled back and you came undone around him, your orgasm triggering his own. his warm load coated your walls in white, coming out in spurts. as he reached his high. the feeling of you being so full had you crying out in pleasure. "yes, always fill me up so good." landing on top of you chest to chest sticking to each other you both laugh completely spent and not expecting to have had the energy in yourselves to last that long. raking your nails through his blonde locks vinnie felt himself become sleepy. his eyelashes layed softly against his cheekbones as you pressed a kiss to his head. "did you enjoy your birthday handsome?" "best birthday ever." his voice came out raspy and laced with sleep as you softly giggled at the big baby in your arms. his rough dominant demeanor always quick to change after sex and especially when cuddles and cockwarming was involved. "happy birthday baby sweet dreams."

thank u guys sm for 1.1k!!! you guys are truly amazing and you all make my day seeing your comments. the fact that you guys wait for me to upload and confide in me to rant makes my heart so full. i love you guys sm. this piece is for all you. mwah

Pornhub - JJ Maybank

Pairing- JJ Maybank x Reader

Plot- JJ and reader film a sex tape and the pogues stumble across it.

Warnings- Smut, consensual filming of sex, drinking, language.

(Gif credit to @borninobx )

“Can we film it?” JJ asks, you're situated on all fours with him currently buried deep inside of you. Your moans are cut short when you process what he’s asking.

“It stays between us yeah?” You smile, you didn’t mind filming it. You had before when JJ had to work away for a few weeks and he was ecstatic when you brought it up, he still uses it to get himself off to this day.

You assume he has his phone ready as you feel him thrust once more, his free hand gripping tightly around your waist to steady himself.

Bringing your hands around your back, you place them so his large hands can hold them together as though you're tied up. Your face pressed firmly into the mattress, your moans drowned out by the soft fabric of the duvet as he rams into you.

“JJ- switch” you breathe, you needed to be in charge now. He obliged and places his phone on the bedside table, You can see yourself perfectly in the screen. He lays flat and you straddle his hips, his erect cock sliding inside of you with ease.

The sound of your arousal against his cock causes you to roll your hips into him. One of his hands on your hip and the other around your throat, you bring your hand up to cling onto his wrist that’s around your throat while your other hand is placed slightly behind you, this new position causing his dick to hit your soft spongy sweet spot.

You're definitely over exaggerating your moans for the video but JJ doesn’t mind, his eyes are wild as he watched you ride him. He can feel your walls clenching around his dick with each roll of your hips. Your tits bounce harshly against your skin and he’s pulling himself up from the bed slightly to envelope his mouth around them.

You know you're close but you want to hold out a bit longer, you want to give a show for the camera. It excites you knowing he will go back and watch it when he’s alone and he’ll make himself cum from the sounds you make.

“Fuck JJ I-I’m so close, oh god” you squeal, you begin to grind into him harshly. The feeling of his hip bone jutting against your thigh knowing it will bruise the next day causes you to moan louder.

“Roll your hips baby, fuck me like you hate me” JJ growls, he’s pulling himself up and bringing you with him. He’s seated on the side of the bed with his feet on the ground, this seems to give him more room and strength to thrust up into you.

Your knees are situated on the edge of the bed as you use the mattress to bring yourself up and down on him. His needy hands massaging the skin of your ass as he guides you with him.

“Oh god, yes yes oh fuck” you scream, your orgasm takes over. Your body is tingly and your vision filled with white haze as you continue to rid him. You can feel his dick twitching inside of you as you come down.

“Fuck, Y/N jesus” JJ moans, his lips pressing kisses to your neck as he coats your walls with his cum. You both come to a slow stop as you gather your breath.

“Another one for the collection” you grin, reaching over to press stop on the camera. You push JJ back down onto the mattress and press your lips to his, it’s soft and sweet but so full of love.

——-

John B was throwing yet another get together at the chateau, it was low key so only the OG group plus Sarah had been invited.

Both you and JJ had only planned on staying for a few drinks as you wanted to head out on the boat early tomorrow morning. But that went down the drain when Sarah rocked up with her dads expensive whiskey, you were taking shots like your life depended on it.

You lay with your head in JJ’s lap as he argues back and forth with Pope over something stupid, you're eyes are closed and you're trying hard not to nod off to sleep. The effects of the alcohol hitting you much harder tonight.

You're so close to slumber when your leg starts to vibrate and your mobile phone begins to ring out, you groan out load and reach into the pocket of your playsuit.

“I’ll be back, it’s mum” you state, leaving a quick kiss to JJ’s cheek you rush out of the house and over towards the trees where it’s a lot quieter.

Back inside, JJ gets up to use the bathroom, Sarah is scrolling through the songs on JJ’s phone and putting the ones she wants next in queue. An idea comes to mind and she decides she wants to spam his phone with photos.

Sarah starts off with taking selfie’s before she calls Kie over and then the rest of the group, they must have taken over 50 stupid photos. On any normal day they wouldn’t do this but because they were shit faced they thought it was the funniest thing in the world.

Sarah goes back into the camera roll to check them out, she doesn’t realise she has swiped too far until the video starts playing and she jumps slightly at the sight on naked people on the phone.

“He saves his porn?” Sarah questions, and both John B and Pope rush back over to check it out. They are all laughing at the fact JJ downloads porn rather than just using pornhub.

“Wait guys” Pope speaks, his eyes focused on the small writing on the female wrists that have now been placed behind her back. “That says P4L” he states, his finger coming over to point at the small tattoo.

This gets Kie’s attention now and everyone’s crowded around the phone, just as John B is about to say something the camera moves and in full naked glory is JJ and Y/N fucking.

“Holy shit” Sarah screams, her hand fumbling with the phone and it falls to the ground. John B reaches down to grab it, his eyes still trained on his best friend going to town on Y/N.

“Why are we still watching?!” Pope yells, he too can’t seem to take his eyes off them. He would be lying if he said this shit could be on pornhub, it was that hot. He definitely would have this saved if it wasn’t his closest friends.

“What are you guys watching?” A voice calls from behind and John B quickly locks the phone sliding it across the bench. Everyone shrugs and quickly disperses.

“Nah nothing mate” John B says, clapping JJ on the back and pulling away from the kitchen where the phone was lying.

You walk back in and take a seat next to Sarah, her eyes widen when she realises who it is and you can’t help but scowl at her behaviour.

“You good?” You ask, she quickly nods and reaches for the bottle of whiskey taking a swift gulp followed by another. Your brows stay creased at her actions and you look over at JJ who also looks very confused as he talks to John B.

JJ pulls away from John B and walks over to his phone as the music dies out, Sarah winces as she realises she must not have put the music in queue properly. All eyes are on JJ as he unlocks his phone, they watch at his brows crease and suddenly the sounds of your moans fill the speakers.

“JJ!” You scream, you jump up so fast you lose your footing and trip over the coffee table. Pope tried to grab you before you hit the floor but he momentarily panics as his mind goes back to the video.

“So who was watching it?” JJ asks, his eyes scanning the room as he walks over to you, he pulls you to your feet and places his hand around your waist.

Your eyes are wide as you realise it wasn’t JJ who had accidentally put the video up, it was one of your friends who went snooping.

“SARAH!” Kie yells out, her hands coming up in defence as she backs off. You look over to Sarah who looks shocked that Kie would rat her out so quickly.

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to! I was taking pictures and I just swiped! I thought it was porn!” Sarah cries, her hands coming up to hide her rosy cheeks. John B takes a seat next to her and squeezes her into his side.

“This is so embarrassing, but it’s okay Sarah” you smile, your cheeks are also tinted red as you look away from the group in embarrassment. You couldn’t believe they had seen JJ ram his dick into you multiple times.

“At least you guys look good, you could sell it on pornhub” John B laughs, earning a punch in the shoulder by JJ.

Daddy said…-Stucky fic

warnings; no plot just smut, praising, p in v (bucky and reader), double penetration, masterbation (Steve watches), dirty talk, mention of multiple orgasms, squirting, headspace, daddy kink (daddy is bucky; dada is steve.) steve x bucky x reader 

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