Champagne & Sunshine

Heartless / Vinnie Hacker

Author: since y’all liked the idea of fuckgirl!reader here it is

Summary: love is painful especially when you’re not loved back

Warnings: angst, 18+, smut, NSFW content, bit of degrading, do not read if you’re not comfortable with this

I took the pic from @itsmeemilyjame , hope it’s not a problem, if so I’ll delete it immediately

A heartbreak changes a person. It does. All it take are a really damaged heart, which used to love too much for this world and someone who’s willing to rip it into pieces. That is what had happened to you, you stored your love in the wrong hands, you gave it all to someone who didn’t deseve it, who just threw it in the garbage and used you, someone who didn’t care about your well being, who only controlled. A damaged heart becomes eventually a stone cold heart. You had refused love after, you never gave yourself a chance to fall for somebody else ever again, shut yourself in and forgot what love actually was. You begamìn to hook up, meaningless sex was the solution to any of your problems. At least that was what you thought, you let strangers touch your body because that was your way to claim your own body, in a really twisted way. You didn’t care if they caressed your body if they couldn’t establish a mental connection. You had the power. All those hook ups gave you power, strenght, confidence. You had never felt more confident in your own skin, but deep inside you were rottening, drowning. Most people glared at you when you walked by, whispered, giggled but you had learnt not to care. They knew nothing about you. However your own behaviour had affects on other people, the ones around you, close to you. You didn’t think such silly decisions could actually matter to someone, but they did.

“I told you she wasn’t dead! You owe me fifty bucks, bro.” Jaden stated as you left the bedroom and stepped in the kitchen. You had a really bad headache, your throat was dry, you felt exhausted. You frowned as you saw Anthony sigh and hand him the money. You walked past by a mirror and took a look of yourself: your hair was ruffled, black bags under your eyes, make up ruined and the sweatshirt you were wearing was most definitely not yours. You essentially looked terrible. You had woken up feeling a heavy weight on your chest and saw a mass of platinum blonde hair next to you. Trevor. No, Paul. Nono, Kyle. You didn’t even make an effort to remember his name as you stood up, pushing his arm off your body and getting dressed with what you could find in the messy room. You just hoped he’d leave soon.

“You guys are horrible. How was it, though?” Jeffrey asked you seeking for some gossip. You laughed as you sat down after grabbing a bowl and pouring some milk in it with cereals. You remembered almost everything from the previous night, since you had only smoked. Your headache was probably due to the small hours of bad sleep. The boys gathered around you, looking at you curious. You wouldn’t have given in this time. They could get even more gossipy than old ladies. You cracked a smile feeling four pairs of eyes on you.

“Okay okay…- you finally gave up- I’d give him a six out of ten. Just thanks to his fingers.” you giggled as they all gasped. They loved hearing all about your sex life for some weird reason, always asking tons of questions after hook ups. Before they could ask any further someone stepped inside the kitchen, Vinnie was scratching the back of his head as he entered the room, his eyes still half closed. Everyone clapped their hands so you frowned. Did something happen that you didn’t know about? He blushed and grabbed the milk.

“Soo? Did you and Becca..?” Jaden asked him. Last night you had hosted a small party, close friends only. And close friend of close friends. You had lost out of sight most of your friends after the first hour and stumbled on the platinum blonde boy who didn’t revive your night as much as you hoped to. Vinnie blushed even harder as he leant against the counter.

“No… She was drunk, I called her a uber after she threw up in the pool.” he explained and you scrunched your nose. You hated throwing up at parties, it always ruined your nights, that was why you smoked weed most of the time, especially when Aaron was around, you were a dynamic duo together, being each other’s wingman when needed to or fake partner when receiving unwanted attentions. Everyone sighed, it seemed like Vinnie and Becca had this thing going on for awhile, you didn’t know though. “Next time, bro, next time.” Jeffrey reassured him but the curly haired boy didn’t seem to care too much. He shot you a glance as you looked at him, trying to figure out what was going on in your mind. Before any of you added anything someone else stepped in the kitchen: Kyle. He coughed to catch your attention. Did he want you to kiss him goodbye?

“Oh… It was nice meeting you, Kyle.” you faked a smile as you ate your cereals in peace. The others pretended to be doing anything else but overhearing your conversation. Kyle stood there like an idiot for a couple seconds looking at you. “Uhm… It’s Kian actually…- he corrected you and you smiled, he knew he would have never seen you again after last night- So… Uhm can I get your number or something?” he genuinely asked you. You heard Jordan almost burst into laugh. Everyone knew about your no strings attached rule. You finished up your cereals, giving the poor guy an apologetic smile.

“Uhm… Something. By the way the front door has a couple of issues with the doorknob so push hard, unlike last night. Bye.” you smiled and put your bowl in the sink. Kian gasped and insulted you under his breath as he did the walk of shame towards the door. Anthony was already cracking up, before the guy could even leave the place you called him, “Oh and Kyle- he turned around confused and mad. You stripped out of his white sweatshirt as you covered your breast with one arm- Here’s your sweater, thanks.” you winked at him and threw the clothing item at him who caught it on time and slammed the door behind him. Everyone bursted into laughter as you turned around. Vinnie blinked twice and realized you were standing there in just your undies so he quickly got rid of his shirt and hand it to you. You turned around and put it on.

“Thank you, sir.” you winked at him as you walked back to your room, the boys still laughing their asses off as he couldn’t stop staring at the spot you were just standing in a few seconds ago. The boldness, the confidence, the coldness, the attitude you had pulled off just drove him insane. Jordan noticed him standing him there like an idiot speechless. He knew. Well almost everyone knew Vinnie liked you. No matter how hard he tried, he never managed to provoke a reaction but nothing. He hoped Becca could make you jealous but you didn’t even know what they were talking about. You didn’t even who she was nor seemed to be interested in finding out. 

Another week passed by and you were pretty busy with work and your family, so you were rarely home, unless it was night. The boys didn’t even have to come and check in your room that you had gotten back sometimes, they could hear just fine you were home since you brought back someone new every other day. Almost all of them had gotten used to this, the first few times they’d make fun of you but then they didn’t even hear it anymore. Everyone except for Vinnie, you were the reason he’d go to sleep so late at night. He couldn’t bear your moans, groans, screams. Not that hearing you moan out of pleasure bothered him, but knowing some other guy was pleasing you in the same he could have had just drove him crazy. So he’d hang out by the pool until two in the morning, writing on his little journal. Sometimes Jordan and Kio would join him but most of the time it was just him. He mostly wrote about his thoughts and some of the pages were about you. At first he thought it would’ve been just a crush but as time went by he realized crushes didn’t last that long, his feelings matured and before he knew it he was crying between Jordan’s arms as you fucked another guy in your room. He knew you didn’t catch feelings but you never told anyone why, he supposed it was because of a bad breakup. He genuinely wondered who could ever want to break your heart? He had lost the count of the time he’d dreamed about you loving him, every time he’d wake up sweaty and panting. Just a dream. He’d tell himself as he laid back down. All of his friends had told him to make a move but he knew you’d reject him and he couldn’t bear another heartbreak.

“What? Are you serious? Oh shit...” Vinnie heard Aaron whisper shocked as he stepped in the living room. It was around three in the noon and he had just gotten out of bed, last night you seemed to be having a lot of fun with whomever you were with. He had almost fallen asleep by the pool, but thankfully Anthony told him to get back in. After four in the morning everything was quiet so he finally got the chance to sleep in peace. He sat down, hand brushing through his face as he fully woke up.

“Vinnie… Wanna go for a walk?” Anthony asked him, he frowned. For two main reasons: who the fuck says that? And since when does Anthony leave the house if not after being tortured or threatened? He didn’t even think he’d be awake so early in the day since he spent all of his nights playing videogames. “No? I think I’m going to workout later, thanks…” he furrowed his brows and scrolled his phone. He didn’t pay much attention to what his friends were saying. Another couple of minutes Jordan stood up and asked him to go lift some weights and he raised an eyebrow, why did they all want him out of there? He declined his offer, wanting to chill for a bit more. Before Jeffrey his shot you stepped in the room, waving everyone. Vinnie’s eyes lightened up at your sight, so beautiful even when you had just woken up but then he saw someone else coming from behind you: Troy.

“Goodmorning…” he yawned, his hand pulling his hair away from his face. Troy’s neck was marked up and it was pretty visible even with his shirt on. He then noticed your bruised legs, inner thighs covered in hickeys. Vinnie gulped, he was speechless. He didn’t even know how he should’ve reacted at this, Troy didn’t know he had a crush on, otherwise he would have never slept with you. Right? You headed in the kitchen, the brunette following as you felt him right behind you. You didn’t even know how you ended up with him between your legs, well you did know actually. You and Troy had been flirting for quite a long time, nothing serious obviously, then one thing led to another you began making out, live heavily. Last night the others had gone to bed pretty early and left you alone, wrong move. The rest was history… 

“Do you think they know?” you asked him giggling as you felt most of them staring at you two. It wasn’t their business if they slept with one of them, as long as it didn’t damage the group everything was legitimate, right? “No, definitely not. It’s not like Jordan was knocking on the wall to make you shut up… Uhmm.” he spun you around, your arms around his neck as you smirked. You had to admit it was worth the wait. Troy pulled you in for a kiss, but you got too carried on as his tongue slipped into your mouth and he pushed you against the counter. You pulled away after hearing a door being slammed and you turned around. Vinnie was nowhere to be found but you didn’t take notice of it. After seeing you getting all handsy with one of his best friends he had to leave, he couldn’t stand sitting there hearing you making out five feet away from him. He was used to the boys you brought home, he knew they meat nothing but sex, but Troy. Troy was your friend, maybe there was something underneath? What if you were actually dating? Only the thought of it made his skin crawl. He left the house as soon as Jaden texted him you weren’t there anymore, going to the skatepark to get his head off things, off you. However he never stopped thinking about you, not even for a second. He had to do something, he couldn’t keep looking at you sleeping around when his heart was literally in your hands and you continued to crash it without even knowing it.

It had been a couple of weeks since you and Troy and everything seemed to be just fine to you. Vinnie had been acting a tiny bit weird recently, but you didn’t really talk much since you were always either at work or studying. He rarely saw you too and he thought it was the best decision, however every time he stumbled on you in the hallway his heart would’ve still missed a beat at the sight of you. He didn’t hear you or your conquests anymore, nor did he see Troy hang out around you much. Until one day, well technically one night. You were hanging out by the pool, tears fell profusely off your eyes as you stared into the clear water that reflected perfectly the half moon. Vinnie couldn’t sleep that night so he decided to take his usual spot outside, he noticed you sat down, legs against your chest as your body was shaken by soft sobs. He didn’t realize right away, you had attempted to be as quiet as possible, you didn’t want any of the boys to see you like that.

“Y/n? Why- Oh fuck, are you okay?” he asked worried as he sat down next to you. You were quick to dry your eyes, you knew Vinnie would have never judged you but still you didn’t want to look weak to his eyes. You nodded and faked a smile, he shot you a quick glance that said more than hundreds of words. You never opened up to anyone, bringing out all that pain hurt you too much so you just chose to suppress it, fake it until you make it, right? However you didn’t realize it was slowly consuming you from the inside. All the pain, the suffer, the hatred, the numbness, the guilt was suffocating you.

“I don’t wanna talk about it...” you breathed out and he nodded, he would have never forced you to do anything. You laid your head on his shoulder as you both stared at the clear water in silence. It wasn’t weird or embarassing, it felt good. It felt good that someone was up to simply sit down and be quiet, enjoying the pleasant silence of the night. Vinnie glanced at you with your puffy eyes and swollen lips, he was still amazed by the fact that you managed to look gorgeous even when you cried, when you were angry, happy, sad, when you didn’t even try to. You felt him looking at you so you turned your head to face him.

“What?” you asked grinning. He swore he had never seen anything this beautiful and breathtaking in his eighteen years of life. Your smile could brighten his darkest day, your eyes could take him places where just the two of you existed, your laughter could turn his stomach upside down, your slightest touch could set his whole body on fire. Before he could even think about it twice he smashed his lips against yours. He tried to pull away the second he realized what he had just done but you stopped him, your hands getting tangled in his soft curly hair as you moved your mouth against his. He wasn’t sure he wasn’t dreaming, but your lips against his felt so real as well as your fingers in his hair. It all moved so fast, one second you were crying and the following one you were making out with one of your best friends. You pulled away just to breath again, but it wasn’t over yet.

“Shit…” he mumbled when he felt you kissing his neck, sucking and blowing hot air. You then proceeded to stand up and he looked at you confused. “I won’t fuck you outside. Anthony might be peeping.” you joked and he jumped on his feet, making you giggle. He followed you like a lost puppy as you grabbed his hand and walked towards your room, trying to make as less noise as possible. Once arrived you pushed him against the door which opened and you almost fell down. Vinnie tried to get used to the dark room as you pulled your hoodie off your body and threw it away.

“Are you lost, sugar?” you joked turning your leds on. It was a gift from the boys since you were the only one in the house without them. He smiled and his arms pulled you closer by the neck, connecting your lips again in a quick kiss. You pushed him on the bed and he fell on top of it, laying back on his forearm as he stared at you towering him with no top on, just a simple bralette. You moved your hair out of the way as you lowered yourself and kissed him. Your hands fumbled with the the strings of his sweatpants as his roamed all over your back. It felt like he was afraid of break you, but you didn’t mind being the dominant one.

“Touch me, Vinnie… We’re not here to leave room for Jesus.” you moaned when his hands grabbed your ass and gave it a good squeeze. You kept making out for the following five minutes, grinding and humping, getting the both of you pretty worked up. Vinnie did anything you asked him, his rosy cheeks only made him prettier and more innocent to you. You pulled away from him and he brought you back down, attacking your neck but you pushed him away as he started to suck on it, no hickies where you couldn’t hide them, it had always been a rule of yours. He couldn’t believe it was actually happening as you looked for a condom in the drawer. His hands gently squeezing your hips as you found it.

“Need any help?” you winked at him getting off his lap and looking between his legs. You could see the tent in his underwear. To be fair you always wondered how it would have felt to have sex with Vinnie, you couldn’t lie he was a really attractive guy and you also had read some of the comments girls left under his videos. You were accomplishing many women’s dream. Your fingers gently and slowly pushed his boxer them, quickly discarding them somewhere in the room. His painful erection popped out, you could spot precum leaking out of the tip as you grinned. “Someone’s eager...” you commented ripping the envelope and estracting the condom. He sighed when you rolled it down on his shaft, not before giving it a quick stroke and gaining a deep groan.

“F-fuck, are you sure?” he asked you. You gave him a quick smile as you positioned yourself on top of him, the tip of his cock brushing against your soaked folds. “I’ve done worse, don’t worry. Ready?” he nodded and you gradually sank down, loud moans coming out of your mouths. You felt so good wrapped around him, you felt even better than he had imagined. You took a couple of seconds to get used to him and then started to rock your hips. He really wanted to keep his eyes open but the feeling was overwhelomg, his head fell back on the pillows as you held onto his shoulders.

“Holy- I should’ve done this a long time ago...” you moaned as he began to thrust up. Vinnie’s hands came around your breast as he massaged them, then he sat up and pushed one of them inside of his mouth. He looked so pretty, looking up at you with one of your tits between his plump lips. Your head fell back as the pleasure became too much. He began to guide your hips as he noticed you slowing down. His heart filled with joy and love as you finally looked back at him the way he wanted, it felt as if you acknowledged his existence for the first time ever. You wrapped an arm around his neck loosely to keep your balance, your knees pressed against the mattress and his head between your breasts again. You pulled him by the hair and attached your lips in another wet and sloppy kiss.

“Choke me...” you mumbled against the skin of his cheeks and he widened his eyes. Kinky? He didn’t even waste a single minute and immediately wrapped his ringed hand around your throat, squeezing the sides slightly. You moaned at the pressure applied to your neck. Your hips picked the pace although your knees hurt, Vinnie took the chance and flipped the two of you over. He laid between your legs, one of which was thrown over his shoulder to have a better angle. You couldn’t and also didn’t want to hold back the moans. His sweaty curls brushed against your forehead as your lips kept touching and pulling away.

“This good for me, uh? Have you ever been fucked properly?” his cheeky side came out suddenly and you didn’t mind at all as he pounded into you at an impressive speed and depth. You wanted to talk back but words died in your throat as he gently bit your chin and enjoyed the sight of you falling apart underneath him. He couldn’t stop himself from feeling the infamous butterflies in his stomach when your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You genuinely didn’t remember the last time you had felt this good during sex. Yes, obviously not everyone was able to make you cum, but every single orgasm you had ever had in your whole life couldn’t be comparable to the feeling in your stomach.

“Oh fuck… Vinnie...” you whined when he began to go deeper and slower. He knew just what to do and how to do it, only practice could make someone this good. He grinned cheekily and brought of his hands between your conjoint bodies. His thumb stimulated your clit mercilessly which caused you to whimper even more loudly. “I know you’re close… Just let it go, pretty.” he teased you but there was no way you were going to give up like that so you pushed him off you and straddled his lap again. He still had that smirk of his on his face as you topped him.

“Asshole…” you whined and his hand collided against your bum. You whimpered and moved forward, creating more friction. “Keep that pretty mouth of yours at bay.” he glared at you. You riding him continued to remain his favorite sight ever. You were both really close and it didn’t take you much longer when he flexed his arms and forcefully began to push you up and down. It was a matter of seconds and you came hard around him. “I love you.” he mumbled against your mouth as he reached too his high. You didn’t pay much attention, other guys had said stuff like that before. But they never really meant it. You collapsed on top of him, your head laying on his chest. A couple of seconds went by until he spoke, both of you calming your breaths.

“Let me get you cleaned up...” he left a sweet kiss on your temple as he stood up and grabbed you a towel from the bathroom. You weren’t used to aftercare, but again you didn’t really mind. He left a couple of kisses on your inner thighs and threw the cloth away, laying next to you. He wrapped an arm around you as you fell asleep pretty quickly since it was around three in the morning. 

When he woke up in your bed he almost thought he was still dreaming, not believing any of the events of the prior had actually happened. You were still asleep so he decided to surprise you with breakfast and lots of cuddles. Obviously it was really weird for you, but you assumed it was just his way to buy your silence. At the end of the day if anyone knew what had happened behind the doors the internet would have exploded. You thanked him and went on with your day. Vinnie felt like on cloud nine the whole time, anyone could notice something good had happened to him but he didn’t want to say why to respect your privacy. He had gone visiting one of his friends that afternoon and on his way back home he picked up a bouquet of flowers. “She’s a lucky girl.” the flowerist had told him smiling. “No, I’m the lucky one.” he confessed with the eyes of a man who had just met the love of his life. He drove the last ten minutes with the most stupid grin on his face, getting back home around ten in the evening. Anthony and Kio were watching TV in the living room and noticed his entrance. 

“Fancy date?” Jordan smirked and he blushed walking his way towards your room singing under his breath. He didn’t even knock on the door, he didn’t even know why because he usually always did and maybe he should have had. He opened the door with the biggest and prettiest smile ever and although the room was quite dark it didn’t take him too long to get used to it. He heard you swear as you covered both your and Troy’s naked bodies. The flowers fell down, his mouth wide open and teary eyes. He couldn’t even form a word.

“Shit… Vinnie-” you too were really confused, before you could even add anything he rushed outside the room. Some of his friends tried to stop him but he quickly avoided them, leaving the house as fast as possible as tears streamed down his cheeks. How could he even think for a second you could ever see him under a different light? How could he make a fool out of himself like that? He had never felt this stupid. You threw on some clothes and ran after him, finding him by the fountain.

“Don’t- Stay away from me, okay? I just-” his voice was broken as he spoke, you felt so bad for the misunderstanding. “Vinnie… I’m sorry, I should have told you, but I thought you knew.…” you tried to explain to him. It hurt you to know you were the cause of his tears. He wished he was able to hold them back but he had never felt this humilated in his life, standing there in front of you with his heart in million of pieces. The memories of the previous night playing again and again in his head.

“Tell me now then. Say it, y/n. I need you to say it.” he yelled. He had never felt such a sharp pain in the middle of his chest as you looked at him scared and sorry. You had never meant any of that to happen, if you had just taken notice of it, if you had just paid more attention, if you had just looked at him once more. You would’ve known, you would’ve stopped any of that from happening, but you didn’t know.

“I - he kept insisting- I don’t love you like that, Vinnie. You’re my best friend and if I had known you felt like that about me I would’ve never done anything, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” you blurted out. He felt as if you had just shot him multiple times, his heart dropped and he swore he had heard it shattering. He tried to say something back but he was speechless. He just gave you a last look and watched you slip away, as a scream of pain errupted from his lips. How could your heart be so cold? He wondered who could have ever broken it so that you were unable to be attached to anyone else. You built a wall between you and the others and it stopped you from enstablishing any kind of relationship. He brushed a hand through his messy hair. “I gotta go- you tried to take a step forward but he stopped you- No. No, let me go. Because if you stop me now I’m not sure I will ever be able to forgive you, to get over you. I- I need you out of my life. I can keep pretending I’m okay, when I hear you screaming another man’s name every night, not when I know I never cross your mind. I don’t know who did that, who broke your heart, who smashed, crashed and spat on your heart. I wish them worst because a life without love isn’t worth living. I have been so blinded by my love for you that I haven’t seen how much it has hurt me, I can’t take it anymore. I deserve more than this… And you do too, you just need to let people in.” the worst thing you would have ever remembered was the look of pity he lastly gave you before walking away and leaving you standing in the middle of the backyard. A tear slipped out of your eye as you realized he was right. You watched him move away with his head hung low and eyes full of tears. You would have never forgiven yourself for breaking such a pure heart just because yours was already shattered…

Smut request: not sure if you’re okay with this idea but if not it’s okay. It’s a weird one. Reader is hooking up with jj but like John b or rafe walk in but don’t interrupt, they get off to you two hooking up?

Red Handed - JJ Maybank

Pairing - Reader x JJ Maybank

Summary - John B had been in a dry spell lately, nothing was helping him until he caught sight of Y/N and JJ going at it on the porch of his home.

Warnings- Sex, foreplay, language. (Not really sure what you'd call John B wanking over his friends getting off?)

Note- JJ and Y/N are totally fine in helping out their best friend.

(Gif credit to @poguesofobx )

John B had been going through a dry spell recently, every girl he set his eyes on he was instantly turned off. Not because they weren’t drop dead gorgeous, he honestly didn’t understand why he couldn’t keep himself hard.

He thought it could be the fact he had a massive crush on Sarah Cameron and she would never go for a pouge like him. It was getting so bad that he couldn’t even wank, his sleep was continually disrupted because he couldn’t get rid of his pent-up frustration. His balls so blue it hurt to walk.

That was until he crawled out of his bedroom hungover, eyes still stuck together with sleep. Bumping into the kitchen bench multiple times until he was completely conscious.

He’d been pouring himself a glass of orange juice when he heard noises, he instantly walked over to the room his best friend JJ usually crashed in. The room was empty and the bed unmade as per usual.

He couldn’t put a finger on where the noise was coming from so, he dawdled over to the window, throwing himself onto the sofa. His eyes set upon you straddling JJ on the 1-seater sofa, perfect view of your plump ass.

He knew he should have got up and walked away but when he realized his dick was straining in his shorts, he couldn’t help but reach down to palm himself, he thought to himself that it would go away at first contact, but it only caused his dick to harden even more.

“Well shit” he said to himself, his eyes burning into the back of one of his best friends. Watching the way, she pushed herself down onto JJ’s clothed dick.

It was suddenly like he was in JJ’s spot; he could feel you on his body. Again, he knew this was wrong, but he’d been so frustrated for weeks. It finally felt good to have kept an erection for longer than 30 seconds. He couldn’t not touch himself. So, he reached inside of his shorts and held himself between his hands.

Head rolling back in Exstacy, getting himself off had never felt so good. The relief of his hand rubbing slowly already had his breath staggered and heart beat racing.

“You know John B is watching” you whisper into JJ’s neck; you’d noticed him as you both switched to the three-seater couch. It didn’t bother you one bit; it also didn’t bother JJ. You both had sex in public a lot and it was definitely a big turn on for the both of you.

John B had told JJ multiple times the rut he was in, he’d never come to you directly and said anything, but you couldn’t help but feel some sort of pride in the fact he was touching himself over you and JJ. It caused only caused you to get more aroused.

“Let’s give him a show” he smirks, his needy fingers massaging the skin on your thigh. You pull away from him to stand, reaching for the button on your shorts you shimmied out of them along with your Swim pants, leaving you bottomless in front of JJ and John B.

You made sure to spread your legs and bend slightly as you placed both hands on JJ’s bare thigh, leaning down to kiss him on the lips. You knew full well the sight of your soaking pussy would push John B over the edge. Bringing your legs up onto the couch to straddle JJ once more.

Your wet heat grinding onto JJ like your life depended on it, his hands grip your waist roughly and pull you off him. His fingers coming between you both and teasing your aching entrance. You can feel yourself throb against the pads of his fingers, they push deep into you and curve into a ‘come here’ motion.

Your head rolls back and he urges you to grind your hips into his hand. JJ’s eyes don’t leave your face, watching the way it twists and pants as you let loose onto his fingers. He loves watching you fuck him; he loves the way your eyes roll to the back of your head and your jaw clenching every time his thumb brushes over your sensitive bud.

“Yeah, like that, faster” you moan out, shaking your hair to fall off your shoulders. Your hand reaches around to pull off your tank top, leaving you in your skimpy red bikini top. JJ’s hands ripping the barely their triangles to expose your breasts. You place both your palms flat on JJ’s chest to keep yourself steady as you ride him.

Your nipples perky and inviting, his mouth comes forward to suck and tug on them. Your eyes momentarily leave JJ’s hungry pupils to check back in on your guest, John B doesn’t even notice you looking at him as his eyes are staring holes into JJ’s fingers that are buried deep in you.

Your eyes squeeze shut as JJ roughly brings you down onto his fingers as he notices you staring at John B, jealousy courses through his veins and he can’t help but finger fuck you harder until you're crying out in pleasure, stray tears leave your close eye lids staining your cheeks.

Your orgasm shaking your body to its core, soaking JJ’s fingers in the process. He pulls out to suck them clean and pulls your face back to his. Lips pressing together rushed and sloppy, tongues battling with one another. You begin to grind into him once more.

“Get down on your knees” he says, you're on your knees before he can help you up. Looking up through your lashes, you part your mouth ready to take him in, greedy hands crawling at his thighs.

John B was on cloud 9, his fingers wrapped around his painfully hard dick. He had reached over grabbing the lotion that sat upon the coffee table, praying to the lord for Kie leaving it there.

The wetness from the moisturizer giving him no restriction as he tugged on his dick. Eyes set upon you; your mouth wrapped around JJ’s cock. He could tell from the angle that JJ was hitting the back of your throat as he watched the way your throat tightened each time and you let out un godly noises that would be burnt in his mind forever.

Small beads of spit trickled down your chin until it landed on your exposed breast, they bouncing slightly as you bobbed up and down. JJ’s hands gripping around your long brown hair until it was placed into a messy ponytail and tugged slightly, your eyes staring up at him as tears continued to fall from the roughness of his face fucking, you loved it though.

John B’s mind blocking out everything else around him except for the two people in front of him. He could feel his orgasm taunting him, he wanted to let go so bad but it just wasn’t happening.

He began to get frustrated within himself until he saw you pull away from JJ and stand back up, he watched as you pushed JJ back onto the couch. You took your rightful seat back around JJ. He watched the way you sank down onto his cock with ease, your knees helping you to bring yourself up and down onto his shaft.

You were bouncing so hard your tits started to hurt, JJ’s hands coming up to massage them and tweak at your nipples. Your orgasm once again bubbling in your lower stomach, your body heating up as your pussy pulsed around him.

“Hold on switch” JJ says, he pulls you off him without hesitation and spins you around. Your knees meeting the couch once more and JJ standing behind you, your hands pressing firmly into the headrest of the couch.

He pushes into you once more and his hand comes up to press your face into the couch, your back arching to push your ass further into him, his hips hitting your cheeks with each thrust. You can’t help the moans falling from your lips at the new angle you had been placed in, he was hitting that perfect sweet spot with each thrust.

“Faster” you moan, one hand holding onto your hip as he picks up the pace. His other hand coming down to slap one of your ass cheeks. A small shriek leaving your lips but you still push back onto him urging him to do it again and again until you were red raw and he left a hand print.

“I can feel you squeezing around me” JJ states, his eyes rolling to the back of his head once more. His breathing staggered as his hips push deeper inside of you, this was a workout in its self and he was trying so hard to keep steady. His legs shaking as his orgasm creeps up.

John B couldn’t hold back anymore when he heard the way you screamed out in pleasure, the way sweat dripped down your forehead and your fists balled around the material of the couch. His orgasm overtaking him and warm beads of cum spat out on his stomach, soft moans of relief left his lips.

His head dropping back onto the couch in success, he had finally gotten off for the first time in weeks. He wasted no time in cleaning up and hiding back in his room, he would never tell a soul about what he had just done. Little did he know the idea you had in mind.

“Next time we invite him to join?” You question, a small laugh leaving your lips as you watch the way JJ ignores you. You knew it would take some convincing for a threesome.

Tag list- @maybankforlife

Requesting Chris Evans having a impregnate kink with his girlfriend, reader

-𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 || 𝐂.𝐄

Pairing: Husband!chris x reader

Content warnings: fluff, extreme mentions of sex, talks of children/futures, SMUT!! (breeding, rough penetration)

Word count: 2.2k

A/n: I read four books these last months, I’m giving you guys all I’ve learned. So sorry for the wait, school and depression don’t go well, but I had to fit Chris in. It’s not as explicit as some smuts but it’s sweet. ENJOY! masterlist

It’s been months since we’ve seen our friends. Jason and Layla had a baby, Abel, last September and he turned a year old not too long ago. We couldn’t make it to the party, unfortunately, but we planned to surprise them (despite having already checked if they were free the day we planned to go).

Chris left the party city with a “Happy Birthday” balloon and wrapping paper PJ Masks themed.

As Chris drove I wrapped the gift we already had for the baby. It wasn’t the best, but on the road, it was the best it was going to get. I should’ve told Chris to buy a gift bag.

Layla and Abel were already outside when we arrived. Her smile widened as we got out the car. On her hip was the little bub we hadn’t seen in so long.

“Hiiiii!” I dragged out, giving them both huge hugs.

“Say hi, Abel.” She picked up his small hand and he babbled a Hi and other nonsense I didn’t understand. My heart swooned. Chris wrapped his arm around my waist and crouched low enough to make faces at Abel.

“Oh you’re huge now!” He says, tickling his side. Abel gave a smile but it quickly faltered. He shuffled off his mom’s hip and grabbed her hand as he made his way to the door, wobbly like his head was too heavy for his body.

“Please come in.” Layla says, relentlessly drawn by her one year old. “Jason’s on a grocery run, told him to pick up some sushi on the way. Have you guys eaten?”

“No, not yet.”

“Perfect.”

We spent the next thirty minutes laughing and sitting back. Chris played with Abel, mindlessly bored without Jason here; but he still added his feedback like he was paying attention to our conversation while he raced toy cars with Abel. I knew him enough that he probably was listening, just not enough to not give any attention to the child.

That’s what I liked about him.

The front door sprung open, followed by a knock. “Hey! Hey!” Jason greeted a with a big smile, grocery bags and a six pack juggling in his hands.

Both Abel and Chris looked up with identical happy smiles.

Abel lifted himself on one knee and lopsidedly crawled across the floor to his dad. By then, Jason put the groceries on the table and outstretched his arms to catch his baby. He swung him up and threw him into the air until Abel giggled.

It suddenly made me think of Chris and how he’s like with his nieces and nephews; how he could possibly be with his own.

“Chris! Y/n!”

I stood up and followed after Chris. They shared a brotherly hug and I gave him a greeting kiss on the cheek.

“I’ve got beers, wine, sushi. Please, make yourselves at home.”

I couldn’t deny that I missed this— hanging with our friends and catching up on our lives, sharing funny stories and choking on our food from how much laughter we brought out of each other.

After Abel fell asleep and the loud fun was over, Layla sent the guys off to Jason’s man-cave, desperately needing me alone.

“Sooooo,” she says. It’s one of those dragged out so’s that means she’s expecting news. She has me stretched out, shoeless feet on the couch, glass of wine in hand, and a toy I can’t seem to grasp poking at the small of my back.

I steal a cracker from the half-eaten tray in front of us and smile just to give her the same energy. “Sooooo.”

She laughs. “You’re not gonna tell me what’s up!”

“What do you mean?” I laughed.

“You’re not pregnant.”

My eyes flung wide. “No— oh god, do I look pregnant?”

“No, I’m just saying you and Chris look…” she searched for the word.

“What?” I got nervous with every second of silence.

“Healthy.”

I could feel my eyes brows raise unconsciously. Did we not look healthy before?

Like she read my mind, she followed after her sentence quickly. “I don’t mean you didn’t look healthy before, I’m just saying you look so happy, so gleeful and bright. Just thought you had exciting news, that’s all.”

“Well, I’m not pregnant.” I answer, seriously so she wouldn’t think otherwise. “But Chris and I are happy, incredibly so. And very healthy.”

She hummed and nodded like she wasn’t fully convinced I wasn’t telling her everything. “Tell me about the anniversary.” She grabbed a cracker from the tray.

A grin grew on my face.

She looked up at me and her smile matched mine. “Uh oh, I know that face. What’d he do? Because he didn’t knock you up, that’s for sure.”

I pushed her shoulder and she laughed.

I smiled, “We just ate dinner the two of us,” I smiled wider, “then he went down on me like five times.”

She laughed like a school girl and suddenly I felt like a teenager again.

“Then it was just the best sex of my life.”

“Oh. My. God. Every detail, now.”

“Hard, rough, so much dirty talk— he kept talking about how pretty I would look with his baby inside of me— I have never cummed so hard and so fast, Lay, I’m serious.”

She laughed hysterically, I hushed her like she forgot her child was sleeping upstairs. She covered her mouth and scooted closer like she had a secret.

“I remember me and Jason’s anniversary.” Her eyes widened. “Last year. That’s when Abel was conceived.”

“You’re kidding.”

She shook her head.

“That’s why I thought maybe you were— I don’t know.” She looked down at my stomach. I patted it and shook my head.

“Well, I’m not.”

There was a shift in energy, I wasn’t sure why. The excitement was sucked from us and the air grew thick.

She knew better than me, her face showed it.

“Have you talked to him about kids?”

“I mean, obviously. We just- we’ve both been busy, there’s not enough time to think about it too much. We just know we want them, yknow.”

She nodded.

She poked my side and set her wine aside.

“You should tell him.”

“What exactly?”

She drops her head on my shoulder and hugs me. “That you want one now.”

Did I want one now, though? A child that would give us ten times more responsibilities than we have?…

I do. I look at Layla and all the toys on the floor. I look at every bit of evidence that proves they have a bundle of joy, and envy it. I do want it. I want it bad, and I want it now.

“Ok.” I tell her.

It’s dark out now. Chris has Billy Joel low, humming along to some of the songs as he drives. But I keep thinking about what Layla said and reimagine that night of our anniversary: instead of him pulling out, he fills me with his warm cum.

I crave it more now, to the point where my legs close shut for a small sense of relief.

Slowly, his hand cascaded along my thigh. I looked at him and he smiled, glancing back and forth from the road.

“You okay? You’ve been a bit quiet since we left.”

“Just feel a bit tired, that’s all.”

Confusion fled his face.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

We entered the garage and he shut the engine off, but he grabbed my knee again before I could get up.

“Baby-“ I looked back at him and smiled, but his eyes told he saw through my facade. He always could. “Something’s on your mind, talk to me.”

“…Over some wine and cereal?”

He rolled his eyes but smiled. “As long as you talk to me!”

“I will, promise.” I kissed his cheek.

Once inside, we went our separate ways: Chris to our bedroom, and me to the kitchen. Dodger kept circling around my legs every time I opened a new cabinet. He was looking for treats; I was looking for a cup and some wine.

I got two glasses and poured 1982 Pavillon Rouge wine, it was one of the good ones we had stored at the very top.

Then, I felt his hand. His soft, large hands circle around my waist and push me against him. His lips grazed under my ear and I let him see through me. I shut my eyes and let every guard I put up for myself turn into liquid. I wanted him to know everything, let him have control over me, do everything he wanted and more.

“You wanna talk to me now?” He grumbled against my neck, pressing a chaste kiss there before pulling back and turning my head to his. His fingers were delicate under my chin, but I didn’t look at him.

He turned me by the waist but didn’t let me leave him, he pressed me right back into his chest.

“Look at me, baby.”

I opened my eyes.

“Tell me.”

“Chris,” the words seemed so simple but somehow felt so difficult . It’s just Chris, I reminded myself— my comfort, my love, my husband; I love him, I want this with him, I want him to give this to me.

I said his name again. He kissed my head and cheek then looked back into my eyes.

Please, it’s just me, they said.

“I want a baby.” The tightness left my chest and he smiled.

“You know how much I love you, right?” He asked.

I knew, but I had a feeling he was going to tell me regardless.

He kissed my lips so hard I thought they would bruise by the end of it.

“I love you so much,”—he kissed them again— “you don’t understand just how long I’ve been waiting to give you this—“ again. “to get you pregnant—“ again. “to see you big and full of my baby—“ again and again and again.

I was smiling like an idiot now.

“God.” He murmured breathlessly against my lips.

Somewhere between one sip of wine and making our way up the stairs to our bedroom, our clothes were being pulled off one by one.

His lips traveled up and down my bare shoulder, his hand caressed my breast, the other my ass, and all I could do was breathe him in and pull his hair to show him he’s doing all the right things.

He knows, though. He always knows.

His lips went up to mine, he took them between his, softer and more sensual than the last.

He hiked my legs to wrap over his waist and he positioned himself. I felt him on me, his bare tip brushing my slit. He looked at me and smiled, I smiled back— then I moaned.

“Chris!” I grabbed his arm. “Fuck.”

He was fully inside me, digging into everywhere I needed. He kissed my knee with a furrow in his brows. Then he pulled out, now only inches in me.

“How much do you want this?” He asked.

“So much.”

He thrusted back into me and groaned under his breath.

“How much?”

“Fuck, Chris, so much.” And again, he pulled out and thrusted back in.

“Yeah?”

I could already feel myself losing my voice. I nodded and looked at him, right above me. He kissed my swollen lips then kissed my head.

“I’ll give it to you, Y/n. I’ll give you anything you want and more— Fuck, I could give you the world if I could. You deserve it, you deserve it so much.”

He fucked me, hard, slow, fast. His lips went to my neck, shoulders, cheeks, forehead, lips, and ears. And his hands pinched my ass, waist, and thighs. He gave me every bit of love he could express through this while he finished inside me and gave me what I wanted.

I sighed, satisfied, wasted. He gave me his all, and three orgasms. I was wasted.

He pulled out of me, wearily.

His fingers touched my sticky thighs and went into me.

“What are you-“

“Gotta make sure it works.” He smirks with weary eyes. He was pushing every bit of cum that leaked out back into me before he licked his fingers off.

“Wait here.” He said as if I could move with how tired I was.

He came back with a wet towel and wiped me clean, he helped me up, sat me on the toilet and watched me pee.

He was smiling, I was smiling, but I wanted him to tell me what his reason for looking at me so dazed was.

“What?” I asked.

“I can’t wait.” He said. He leaned down to kiss me. “I can’t wait to meet her, spoil her, raise her with you. I can’t wait.”

“What makes you so sure it’ll be a girl?”

“I don’t know, but I’m hoping for someone like you; just as amazing, just as beautiful.” He kissed me.

The next morning, Chris insisted we make love again, just in case it didn’t work.

And all those attempts must’ve because only two weeks later were we staring down at a positive pregnancy test, kissing, crying, and already searching for baby names.

can you do

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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

1000 Followers Blurb Celebration Masterlist

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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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.

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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.

Masterlist

Kinkmas 2020

Yungblud

Kiss me already

Cuddles

Break up

Study session

Exhausted

Cheater

I love you!

You do Dom’s makeup

Tom Holland/Peter Parker

At her place

First time I saw you

Rich

Jealous!Tom Holland Headcanon

Jealous!Peter Parker Headcanon

Shirtless  [smut]

Requested 

Cheating?

Pregnant

Discovered

Party

Enemies to lovers 

Risky

Crush Osterfield!Reader

Cheater 1 - 2

Danger 

Series

Lost phone

Lost Phone 2  [smut]

Calum Hood

Bad decision

Bad decision  2

Never  [smut]

Kinky  [smut]

Sexting  [smut]

Aron Piper

Mi amor  [smut]

Exes  [smut]

From Italy to Spain

Besties

Videogames  [smut]

Set

Seaside  [smut]

Paparazzi

Period

Late night fight

Victoria’s Secret  [smut]

Addicted

Fight

Elite

Valerio

Jealous Valerio

Cupid

Samuel

Study session

Polo and Christian

Poly!Love

Caliban

Only human

Only human 2  [smut]

Hell on earth

Dolan Twins

Wrong Twin [Ethan]  [smut]

Sebastian Stan

Set

Bathtub  [smut]

Party love

Prompts

Why do we keep hurting each other?

Gotta be quick  [smut]

Friends with benefits

Come here, I wanna make sweet love to you  [smut]

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank

Angry  [smut]

Sex with JJ Headcanon  [smut]

Hot tub *smut*

Big mouth  [smut]

First time Headcanon  [smut]

Baby JJ and John B Headcanon

Love with JJ Headcanon  [smut]

Edging  [smut]

Threesome + Kie  [smut]

Gun

Riding  [smut]

Heartbreaker 1 - 2

Smut Concepts

Fuck, marry, kill

JJ first time

Period sex

 John B finding his best friend and sister together

Praise kink

Popsicle

Riding JJ

Ass man

Bruises

Strip poker

Thigh riding

Bilingual

Sneaking in

Dirty talk

Leaving [not smut]

Caught

Shower sex

High ride

Lips obessession

Jealous John B [not smut]

Act my age [not smut]

Threesome + Rafe

Squirting + Rafe

Drugs [not smut]

Sextape

Shower Headcanon

Under the table

Kinky sex

Anal

No condom

Cockwarming

Teasing [not smut]

Hot tub

Wet dreams

Spanking

Teasing hc

Caught

Dry humping

Holding hands [not smut]

Cooking [not smut]

Rudy Pankow

Introducing you to the cast headcanon

Boyfriend type Headcanon

Love triangle  [smut]

Kinky  [smut]

Sex Playlist  [smut]

Threesome + Drew  [smut]

Concepts

No condom  [smut]

Faking it

Thigh riding  [smut]

Touchy-feely

Tops  [smut]

JJ?  [smut]

Club

Quarantine  [smut]

Soccer  [smut]

On set  [smut]

Rafe Cameron

Midsummer  [smut]

Concepts

Arguments

Overstimulation  [smut]

Friends

Threesome + JJ  [smut]

Squirting + JJ  [smut]

Almost dom!reader  [smut]

Plus Size!Reader Headcanon

Knife  [smut]

Fight [smut]

Rough Cockwarming [smut]

Sweet Cockwarming [smut]

Spanking  [smut]

Rafe Cameron?! 

Drew Starkey

Choking  [smut]

Caught  [smut]

Soft!Drew Headcanon

Introducing you to the cast headcanon

Boyfriend type Headcanon

Love triangle  [smut]

July

Threesome + Rudy [smut]

Teasing  [smut]

Concepts

Presentations

Period

Foursome  [smut]

Riding  [smut]

Daddy!Drew with his kid

Sex proposal  [smut]

Pregnant

Short!Reader

Stressed

Woods  [smut]

Break the bed [smut]

Bottoms

Sex Toy  [smut]

Call  [smut]

Angry  [smut]

Pic  [smut]

Gag  [smut]

Eating out  [smut]

Vinnie Hacker

Spit  [smut]

Scared  [smut]

Pretty

Because of you - 2  [smut]

Such a tease  [smut]

Streaming  [smut]

Eyeliner

Jealousy

New Year’s Eve

What we used to be + Zarbruh  [smut]

Angel & Demon

Turn On Headcanon

Heartless  [smut]

Hoodie

Wrong name

NNN  [smut]

Thigh Riding  [smut]

Overstimulation  [smut]

Pranked

Trust issues  [smut]

Party + Zarbruh  [smut]

Choking kink

Hot Tub  [smut]

Dating Headcanon  [smut]

Cockwarming  [smut]

Smut blurb

Facesitting  [smut]

Rating things my bf told me during sex  [smut]

Drive home  [smut]

Blowjob  [smut]

Party girl  [smut]

Out of love

Breeding kink  [smut]

From the back  [smut]

White sweats  [smut]

Teach me - 2 - 3 - 4  [smut]

Not together  [smut]

Submissive  [smut]

Why’d you only call me when you’re high?  [smut]

Maria Hacker

Jordan’s sister - 2  [smut]

Maddy’s best friend headcanon

Losing myself for you  [smut]

Praise her  [smut]

Cockwarming streaming  [smut]

Road head  [smut]

Among us  [smut]

Liar?

Nsfw Alphabet  [smut]

Outside  [smut]

Dear y/n

Mornings like this  [smut]

Confident

On your knees  [smut]

I like you

Misbehaved  [smut]

Truth or dare  [smut]

At the same time  [smut]

Roommates  [smut]

Bad timing  [smut]

Not enough  [smut]

Crushes  [smut]

Make you cry  [smut]

Paid 

Talking Stage

Aaron Hull

Cockwarming headcanon  [smut]

Horny hceadcanon  [smut]

Brother’s best boyfriend

Smoke session headcanon  [smut]

Rating my boyfriend for the day

Nsfw alphabet  [smut]

Troy Zarba

Brat  [smut]

Rating my bf for the day  [smut]

Skate lessons

Handjob Headcanon  [smut]

Pete Davidson

 Lazy day  [smut]

On the phone  [smut]

Couch Cuddles

Summary: the little one finds her dad asleep on the couch.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Wife!Reader

Warning: fluff and Google translate.

“Tata!” The four year old exclaimed.

Sebastian stirred awake hearing his little girl. He opened his eyes when little hands slapped his thigh.

“Don’t wake Tata up, Dragoste,” you called from the kitchen. “He’s sleeping.”

“C’mere, șoarece,” Sebastian whispered. Mouse.

He gave her a hand on climbing up onto the couch and then himself. She crawled up onto his chest. He happily kissed her cheek and held her.

“Mi-e fost dor de tine,” Sebastian said. I missed you.

“si tu mi-ai lipsit, Tata!” Adelina exclaimed. I missed you too.

He shushed her and said softly, “you’re very loud, șoarece. We gotta be quiet like one.”

“But- but Tata, you finally acasă,” she said. home.

“Da, I’m home,” Sebastian said quietly.

“Your little frate is still sleeping, Dragoste,” you said.

“nu vrem să-l trezim,” your husband said. We do not want to wake him up.

She huffed. You pressed a kiss to Sebastian’s lips and then his cheek.

“I’m glad your home, iubito,” you said running your fingers through his hair. “You should’ve come to bed.”

“I was but I was taking off my shoes and then I never got there,” Sebastian explained.

“Da, that’s definitely something you’ve done before,” you smiled. “You hungry?”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

You kissed him again and said, “you’re in luck, Stan, I’m making your favorite.”

“Eggs?” Adelina asked.

“Da, and crepes,” you said.

“With peanut butter?” your husband asked.

“Da, I’ll put peanut butter in yours,” you said with a smile.

“Yay!” Sebastian said with a grin.

“I like peanut butter too!” Adelina exclaimed loudly.

Sebastian shushed and she got embarrassed. He kissed her cheek.

“Sorry,” she mumbled.

“It’s okay, Lina,” her father said softly. “Snuggle me while Mama makes breakfast.”

“Otay,” she said.

She rested her head against his chest. Sebastian wrapped his arms around her. He kissed the top of her head. You turned on the tv to give the two of them something to watch. You smiled seeing the two of them back together. They both missed each other very dearly.

Pastel vs Leather--Billy Hargrove

Masterlist for @rune-of-a-writer / @hellimagines

Request: “Could you do one with Billy? The reader is this super nice and well-behaved girl that has straight A’s and she and Billy are together but they don’t tell anyone. So one day he picks her up from home and drives her to school and everyone is just shocked. Thanks xxx”

Summary: Billy picks you up from school

Warnings: cursing

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Word Count: 760

A/N: I switched it slightly, but not drastically. Hope you don’t mind! And this is more of a drabble than an imagine

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Omg I need a part 2 of dad jj! It’s the cutest thing ever!

I love it too!!! Ahh!!

The gif is 10/10 🥵🔥

Daddy & Mommy

I bent down to toss more clothes in the dryer when a large hand cupped my pussy from behind through my athletic shorts. I straightened with a smile as JJ gripped my hips, rubbing his cock against my ass like a horny teenager. His hands explore and grab and squeeze, landing a playful slap.

"How are you going to bend over like that in front of me?" JJ growled into my hair, his hands sliding up under my shirt to grip my braless tits in my T-shirt.

"I didn't know you were back there." I answer, leaning my head back against his shoulder as he massages my breasts, his thumbs swiping over my nipples. JJ's lips find my neck and I moan softly, reaching back to tug on his hair. We hadn't found a moment alone in weeks and now I was starved and wet. "Kids?" I ask before I'm suddenly spun around and sat on the dryer.

"Watching TV and napping." JJ locks the door while I slip my shorts and panties off. He shoves me down on top of the machine and hoists my hips up, attaching his mouth to my needy clit. I bite back a moan as his tongue sends fireworks through out my body.

"God, I missed this. You're like a three course meal. I could eat you anytime." JJ kisses and bites my thighs before plunging his tongue inside me, spreading me open for him. I arch off the machine, needing more.

"We have to hurry!" I plead, shoving his head away and tearing at the button on his shorts. They drop to the floor and he pulls me to my feet, spinning me to bend me over the dryer instead. He slaps his hard cock against my ass before running it through my slick, ever so slowly. "Stop teasing me." I grit my teeth, pushing my hips back at him and he chuckles, landing a harsh slap to my ass.

"Such a needy little wife. Always such a slut for me." I gasp when he shoves his way in, hard and fast. It takes my breath away. His arms wrap around me, one on my stomach and the other gripping my breast as he starts to pound into me. I grip the dryer, unable to do anything but hold on as he fucks me. My orgasm races forward, gushing from me so quickly I don't have time to think. A yell escapes my lips and he slaps his hand over my mouth as he fucks me through it.

"That's my girl." JJ pulls me up against his chest, the hand not on my mouth slips between my legs to stroke my clit and I go rigid against him. My body shakes violently against his and I bite down between his thumb and pointer finger to keep from screaming. JJ hisses, gripping my face harder as his hips snap against my ass at an ungodly pace. My hand flies back between us, urging him to stop, to pull out.

“You will give me baby number three." JJ growls and I smirk against his hand, loving when he gets the carnal urge to pump me full of his cum. JJ yanks free of me and I spin around, dropping to my knees as he fists my hair, shoving his cock down my throat. Two strokes down my throat and thick, hot cum shoots out. I keep sucking as hard as I can, squeezing his balls as I swallow around him. He lifts up on his toes, shuddering as he comes down. I pull away with a pop and our eyes lock as we pant for air.

"I love you." JJ breathes and I smile sweetly as he helps me to my feet.

"I know, baby."

Hi babyyyy. Congrats on the followers! I have a drabble request. How about Winter Soldier!Bucky being given a pet while in Hydra due to him listening to his orders and he decides to mark her with his knife. Could be his initials or perhaps something in Russian. Arm, leg, chest, anywhere he wants to make it known that she is his 💖

The Deep, The Dark

Pairings: Winter Soldier x Reader

Warnings: knife play, Hydra being trash, allusions to assault, dark!fic (due to overall subject matter), soft!dark Winter Soldier (he's going through a lot), pet play

Word Count: 1.5k

This is a dark fic. 18+ only.

A/N: sorry this took me so long to do. was part of my 1k follower celebration that has long finished haha. thank you for your patience. gif by me aka @steve-kemp

Pain. A novel concept. Not one that the Soldat was afforded while being Hydra’s fist.

But as he made his way back to base, the Soldat couldn’t help but feel the ache that was blooming in his side where a bullet had grazed his skin in a clean slice.

He was becoming self-aware, emotional indifference dissipating.

Recalibration required. Asset malfunctioning.

The Soldat continued to do as he was told.

He didn’t know why; he didn’t know many things.

Whenever he tried to think any different, his brain went fuzzy with a sharp sparking pain, a cinder burning in the back of his mind that distracted him from any natural function.

“Put his brain back in the blender.”

“Compliance will be rewarded.”

“Take it deeper, Asset.”

“Be good, and we’ll give you a gift.”

His Handlers said things he didn’t understand. But weapons didn’t need to understand. They just need to point and shoot. Slash and stab. Sit and take whatever was given to them.

His legs moved of their own volition, muscle memory leading him to the same room he always went to after an assignment.

The Soldat stared at the greyed concrete wall of the debriefing room as if it would grow a face and begin speaking to him. For some reason, he imagined the face to have blonde hair and a warm smile.

Another successful mission.

Another evening of watching the paint peel from the wall, decaying like his mind as his body began to heal the damage done during the mission and his last wipe.

Thoughts were starting to come back. And that meant he was going back in the chair.

The Soldat shivered at the blazing memory, as if the electricity was coursing through him already.

He didn’t want to be put back in the chair.

Want? The Soldat wasn’t meant to want. Weapons don’t get to want things.

“Mission report,” his Handler, the man he knew as Rumlow, commanded.

“Hey Rumlow, want to see the new trick I taught the Asset?”

As his Handler flipped through his case notes, he failed to notice the wildness in the eyes of the man before him as the Soldat spiralled deeper.

He felt as if he was falling into a desolate dark pit, spirits flowing past him, each providing him with a reminiscence or thought he didn’t understand. There were faces he didn’t recognise, landscapes he didn’t remember.

“You ready to follow Captain America into the jaws of death?”

The Asset exhaled, swallowing the bile rising in his throat as he desperately tried to ground himself. It was all too much. Too many memories. Too many people speaking words he didn’t understand.

“Target eliminated near Odessa. Nil civilian casualties. One possible hostile fled, not mission critical. Minor injury sustained. Asset still in working condition.” The Soldat’s words sounded stunted, practised. Because they were.

But his Handler could hear it. The slight waver to his voice. The pitch a little too high.

His Handler sighed, closing the manila folder before crossing his arms.

“Rollins, get him wiped.”

When the Asset was returned to his cell, it had changed.

Instead of a small cot, there was a proper bed and a set of clothes and towels. It was still cold, dark and damp, but it was improved.

The Soldat walked in hesitantly, unsure why he had been given something different. He didn’t remember it being like this, not that he could remember much. But he knew that Hydra did not give without an ulterior motive.

As he breached the threshold of the room, a soft floral scent entered his senses, a sniffle sounding from the corner of the room.

The Asset’s gaze turned to the girl hiding in the corner, frame curled up in the low light. She was shivering from the cold, the concrete walls and floor icy.

Civilian. Nil threat. Do not terminate.

“A pet for you, Asset. A gift from the Director for your compliance and another successful mission, an incentive to continue doing well.”

The Soldat blinked. He’d done a mission? Everything before the chair was like static on a… well, he didn’t know what made static, but something told him that electronics did.

“Wouldn’t it be cool if we could afford a television, Buck?”

“Keep dreamin’, punk.”

The Asset watched the girls form, studying her as her eyes met his. She looked at him as if he was the grim reaper, metal arm glinting in the light, matted hair shadowing his features as his body was clad in leather and kevlar.

With slow steps he approached her, ignoring her whimpers as he neared her. It was evident to the Asset the girl had not been well taken care of, a prisoner, much like himself. Bruises littered her body, and there were noticeable marks from where blood had been constantly drawn.

“You should be glad you’re worth more than a lab rat, Asset.”

He stopped a few steps away, squatting down to look at her properly.

She was undeniably stunning, and there was something about her that felt homely, comforting. Something the Asset hadn’t felt in a very long time.

The Asset’s head tilted to the side, brows furrowing slightly. Her appearance alone was like sunshine and birdsong, but the little sounds she made him want to touch her even more.

His hands had been used for blood and gore for so long it was almost foreign that there was anything else he could experience.

Cautiously, as if a child unsure, the Asset reached out and ran his flesh fingers over the skin of her arm.

Soft.

As if she was no more than a doll.

“Are you going to kill me?”

Her voice was meek and weak, the picture of pureness. She almost sounded hopeful. The Asset’s expression hardened as consideration flowed through him.

This girl was his pet. And pets need to be looked after, protected. He would never kill his pet.

Without answering her question, the Asset picked her up with ease, ignoring her protesting squeaks as he took her to the bed.

He liked that she didn’t fight him, her will already broken by Hydra.

She felt warm against his chest, and it made something shift in the Soldat’s mind.

It was as if his limbs moved on his own as he placed her down, delicate fingers running over her body as he explored her. Tears were running down her cheeks now as she closed her eyes, but the Asset didn’t pay much attention to it as he just felt her.

It has been so long since he’d been near another living human being, one that he didn’t have to kill. She would stay warm; he would make sure of it. The Asset didn’t like cold things.

His fingers stopped on her left arm, looking at the unmarred skin where in comparison his adorned a large red star.

The red star meant he was owned, a ghost in the machine that was Hydra.

And so, if he owned her, should she not have her own version?

Deft fingers pulled his ka-bar knife from its holster, the Asset’s eyes not leaving the skin of the girl’s arm as he twirled it between his fingers instinctually.

The pet’s sniffles turned into hiccupped sobs as the Asset brought the knife to her arm, her body trembling his hold.

But even with her slight convulsions, the Asset easily gripped her arm with his metal hand, stabilising her as he prepared for his next mission.

A mission he was choosing for himself.

The screaming started as soon as the Asset brought the knife to her skin, using clinical precision to skilfully carve lettering into his pet’s arm, movements not shaking or faltering for a second.

It was over as soon as it started, blood trickling down onto the bed as the Asset pulled away, content with his work.

The girl looked at her arm, gasping as she looked at the way ‘Солдат’ had been marked into her skin. Her body was branded with an ownership that ran deep, an inescapable bond.

But as the Asset looked at her, despite her tears, she didn’t seem afraid of him. There was an understanding in her eyes when she looked at him, cheeks shining with the wetness of initial anguish.

If the Asset didn’t know any better, he would have thought he was happy to have her there. But the Asset knew that happiness came at a price he couldn’t afford.

Happiness required freedom, something he knew he would never have.

But at least he had something of his own now. A pet to bring him comfort.

The Asset wrapped his arms around her, lying down so she could nuzzle her face into his chest. It was a perfect fit, as if it was meant to be.

He knew she would be in pain. He was too. But in that moment, it was serene.

The silence was broken as the Asset spoke unprompted for the first time in years.

“Teper' ty moy shchenochek.”

Now you are my puppy.

The Asset didn’t feel alone anymore.

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