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Fulfill My Fantasy

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Masked

Summary: You and Bucky decide to explore one of your roleplay fantasies involving the Winter Soldier mask.

Warnings: Dom!Bucky, rough sex, wall sex, floor sex, vaginal sex, oral sex (female receiving), hand job, vaginal fingering, finger sucking, orgasm delay/denial, overstimulation, dirty talk, choking, unprotected sex, a little fluffy, established relationship, post-Endgame, short-haired Bucky

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Ladylike

Summary: After Bucky fulfills one of your fantasies, you decide to turn back time and make one of his a reality.

Warnings: Dom!Bucky, vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), hand job, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, a little fluffy, established relationship, post-Endgame, short-haired Bucky

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Impress Me, Sergeant

Summary: You and Bucky have been playing out your roleplay fantasies. After Bucky makes it clear there’s a certain scenario he’s interested in exploring, you take charge.

Warnings: Sub!Bucky, BDSM, praise kink, vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), hand job, masturbation, voyeurism, orgasm delay/denial, unprotected sex, dirty talk, a little fluffy, established relationship, post-Endgame, short-haired Bucky

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Unsheathed

Summary: Bucky promised to get you back for making him wait on date night. Now, it’s time for payback—and he isn’t playing nice this time.

Warnings: Dom!Bucky, knife kink, daddy kink, rough sex, wall (refrigerator) sex, vaginal sex, oral sex (female receiving), face-sitting, hand job, vaginal fingering (that damn metal arm), finger sucking, orgasm delay/denial, unprotected sex, dirty talk, a little fluffy, established relationship, post-Endgame, short-haired Bucky

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Your world is ripped away from you, turned to dust after the snap. You turn to the only person who could possibly understand what it’s like to love and lose Bucky Barnes.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three**

Chapter Four**

Chapter Five**

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven**

Chapter Eight

**indicates nsfw 18+

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]

Can you write about y/n and JJ going to the store to buy condoms and then JJ is really needy and can’t wait until they get home so they end up fucking in the car?

Needy

I barely got my door closed when JJ grabs the back of my neck, yanking me over the center console to kiss me hard. His tongue pushes into my mouth and he steals my breath.

“I can’t wait for us to get home. I need you right now.” JJ pants, shoving his shorts and boxers down and reclining his seat. His cock is hard and waiting as I gawk at him.

“JJ! We are in the parking lot!” I giggle, slipping my panties down my legs as he rolls one of the condoms on we just bought. How can I deny him when he’s already half naked?

“I don’t care. Ride me.” JJ pulls me onto his lap and when he sinks inside me, we both groan loudly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” JJ grunts, hands tight on my hips as we start to rock into each other. I brace my hand against the window as I start to bounce.

“You’re so fucking hot.” JJ yanks me in for a kiss, his tongue invading every inch of my mouth. When his hand wraps around my throat, I feel my whole body clench with my approaching orgasm.

“That’s my girl. Cum for me. I want to feel your pussy walls milk my cock.” My eyes rolls back as I choke on a gasp, my toes curls and my whole body shakes as my orgasm hits me like a freight train. A strangled scream leaves my lips and he starts thrusting up into me, pushing my hips down to the point it feels like he’s coming out my throat.

“Shit, I’m cumming. Just like that. Fuck.” JJ groans as our bodies move in sync until we’re both heaving from our release. I collapse on his chest, sweat rolling down my back as I feel him soften inside me.

“That was so hot.” I giggle, kissing his lips as he grins at me.

“Just wait until we get home.” He lands a playful slap to my ass.

Just then, there’s a sharp knock on the window and we both freeze. I hesitantly look over to see the badge on his belt. Busted.

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pairing: bucky x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, NSFW, mentions of pregnancy, lactation kink, boobies, established relationship (bucky x reader), lmk if there’s more.

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Sitting at the table with all your friends at another one of Tony’s parties was nice. It was both yours and Bucky’s first ever party since having a child a few months ago. The parties continued in your absence but were obviously no longer a priority for you or Bucky now that you had a bundle of life to care for.

This one, however, was quite special. It was Tony’s birthday.

Lavish as ever, the party consisted of a three course meal. You almost wished you were pregnant again so as to not feel guilty for eating so much, but once you saw that everyone was pretty much in the same boat, you no longer cared.

Not only was this the first party since having your baby, it was also really the first time leaving her alone in general. Of course, she wasn’t alone alone. She was being baby-sat by Sam’s sister, Sarah. You both had your worries about leaving her alone, whether it was Sarah, Steve, or even Queen Elizabeth, you just worried.

You missed her dearly as well. Right about now, she’d be getting ready for bed, probably still full of energy with her father trying desperately to tire her out, but was probably only fuelling her even more.

Snapping you out of your thoughts was the sudden ache in your boobs that came and went every now and then due to your pregnancy. The pain was bearable at times, but it was when you started leaking that it was a problem… such as now.

With Bucky and the rest of your friends all engrossed in some story Steve was telling, you quietly stood from your chair and excused yourself to the bathroom.

Bucky gave you a look of slight concern- something he had grown accustomed to ever since you fell pregnant- but your hand caressing his shoulder told him not to worry.

Even though, he probably should.

The walk to the bathroom only seemed to worsen the pain, every step just making it worse. As soon as you shut the door to the private bathroom, you locked it before pulling your tits completely out of the confines of your dress.

“Oh, God.” You groaned at the pain. They had noticeably swelled and were just aching to be… milked. Grabbing a few paper towels from the dispenser, you dabbed around your nipples to get rid of the wetness.

You knew it was no use, seeing as they just started leaking again and would probably continue to do so until you could probably pump them.

You debated stuffing toilet paper down your dress and over your nipples but knew it would probably show through the dress and also need changing every few minutes. And besides, the pain was only getting worse.

The party hadn’t even really started yet. You hadn’t even sung happy birthday to Tony yet or cut the cake. He probably wouldn’t care if you or Bucky left, but you want some of that damn cake because you know it’ll be the best damn cake you’ll ever eat until Tony’s next party- you couldn’t wait that long.

Opting for your last resort, you pulled up your phone and flicked Bucky a message.

‘Help, please 😥 Bathroom.’

The use of the emoji would let him know that you weren’t in immediate danger- which you had mistakenly worried him for once before. Bucky had thought you were in serious trouble once when you had sent an ‘SOS 😰’ message while at a different party. He had freaked out not knowing where you were or what had happened. When he found you, you were fine and just wanted to leave the party. He was a little angry with you for getting him so worried, to which you defended yourself with ‘Buck, if I have enough time to search for and choose an emoji, I’m not in danger’.

The knock of the bathroom door, followed by Bucky’s soft, “Honey?” Caused you to momentarily pull your dress back up and at least make yourself decent before opening the door and pulling him in, shutting it behind him and locking it.

He looked at you worriedly, but raised his brows once you had pulled your dress back down.

“I don’t have my pump and they hurt so bad.” You quickly explain, resting your head against his shoulder tiredly.

“O-okay, what should I do?” He asked, not quite knowing what exactly to do in this current predicament, “You can’t like just squeeze it out into the sink?”

“It hurts when I squeeze it out like that.” You sighed. You knew what could solve this issue immediately. You knew from the moment you walked into the bathroom and saw how swollen they had gotten. Taking your head off Bucky’s shoulder, you ran your hands down his chest, straightening his lapels out of nervousness for what you were about to ask. “I need you to-“ You looked up at him now, “To suck on them.”

He opened his mouth to speak as he looked over you, but no words came out.

Instead, he guided you to sit atop the counter, helping you up in the process, as he became level with your tits.

He was obviously no stranger to your boobs. You had a child for Christs Sake. But you still felt oddly foreign to this kind of intimacy.

All your thoughts had washed away when Bucky had closed his mouth around your left nipple (the one he knew you despised). He was cupping both so delicately as to not hurt you, but you shut your eyes in pure bliss as you felt the release and the pain slowly dissipate.

Running your hand through his long strands, you massaged his scalp gratefully as he finished up on the left side.

“Compliments to the chef.” He said, wiping his mouth and you gave him a hazy smile, trying not to give in and laugh at his stupid comment, “It’s actually really good. It’s like sweet.”

“Shut up and keep going.” You shook your head with a smile. You were still in pain from your right boob and you wanted it gone immediately now that your left was satisfied, “It feels so nice not having teeth sinking into them for once.” You noted as he softly sucked where’s your baby would, unknowingly of course, use both her gums and now her gradual teeth on you. You should never had said this though, because Bucky thought it would be funny to softly bite down on your nipple, causing you to jolt and accidentally tug on his hair, “Ow!”

He continued sucking until he felt you fully relaxed in his hold. He knew your body like that.

“Better?” He asked as he pulled away, grabbing a paper towel to wipe you down.

You nodded, leaning back against the mirror as he cleaned you up, “Thank you.”

“Anything for my girls.” He places a kiss to both of them before pulling your dress back up to cover them.

Well, there was one thing you knew for sure. You had married the right one.

Oh and also, maybe to always carry a pump with you. Just in case Bucky’s not there.

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After the incident in the bathroom, you and Bucky had since settled back at your table, still awaiting the cake as Tony went off mingling.

Besides, everyone needed some time to make space in their stomachs for more food.

“Drink?” Bucky asked you, standing up out of his chair.

You looked up at him and around all the other men who had seemed to be standing and taking drink orders.

“Just a refill?” You asked, offering your empty glass to him. Though you were no longer pregnant, you didn’t really feel like drinking and instead opted for raspberry lemonade. Taking your glass, not missing the knowing glance he sent your way, he and the guys fled to the bar to fetch more drinks, leaving you and the rest of the girls at the table.

You kept to yourself as the others talked, admiring your husbands suit for the night as he ordered the drinks.

Only, you were so immersed in the back of his head and ass that you barely even realised that your table had gone silent and almost everyone was looking at you.

“You two are disgusting.” Natasha spoke, breaking you out of your thoughts. Though her words sounded spiteful, the smile on her- and everyone else’s- face said otherwise.

You were utterly confused.

“What?” You ask genuinely. Slightly panicking that you had unknowingly orgasmed at the sight of your husband or something.

Natasha scoffs as Wanda, Maria and Carol smile harder, “You leave the table with your boobs a double D cup, come back a D. And Bucky won’t stop licking his lips and staring at your tits.”

Fuck.

“Fuckin’ trained assassin.” You shook your head in disbelief that she had figured you out purely based off of the size of your tits and Bucky’s not-so subtle behaviour. “I didn’t have my pump.” You defend to the rest of them, but they all just playfully roll their eyes. “Well when one of you have a baby and start leaking on your favourite dress at a big party, don’t expect me to offer my pump.”

“Are you referring to an actual pump or Bucky?”

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Almost Had Me Believing It Series Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Fluff, angst, mutual pining, smut NSFW 18+ ONLY.

Summary: An undercover operation playing Bucky Barnes’ wife is a dream come true. Playing house in the suburbs while trying to take down a drug ring brings you and Bucky closer but a nosy neighbor causes trouble in paradise.

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A/N: Divider by @whimsicalrogers

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Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12 01/17/2021

Part 13 01/21/2021

Part 14 01/24/2021

Part 15 01/27/2021

Part 16 01/31/2021

Part 17 02/04/2021

Part 18 02/07/2021

Part 19 02/14/2021

Part 20 02/17/2021

How it almost ended: the abandoned original part 2 ending

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.

Collateral -- JJ Maybank (Part One)

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

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

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!Routledge!reader

Word Count: 4,800+

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

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