i begged him to for my birthday

Shower Fun

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: It’s Elena’s birthday and Damon is insanely mad with you because you are running late. You try to rush things up, but your boyfriend Klaus shows up. Let’s just say things get steamy. 

*Requested smut, read carefully. :) 

Word Count: 1784

Y/N, we scheduled this so many times and you’re still late.

“Don’t worry, sweetpie, I’ll be there. I just need to take a shower. I’m sure Elena will get if I’m little bit late.”

“You have exactly thirty minutes to be here.”

“That’s more than enough.”

Be here!

“Bye, Damon!”

It was Elena’s eighteen birthday and everyone was buzzing about it, since Damon had been working very hard to throw her a surprise party. Of course you loved helping him organize everything, but, heck, sometimes he was so freaking annoying you thought about murdering him in a very slow pace, so he would suffer more. Like today, you spent the whole afternoon alongside Caroline and Bonnie trying to find a great dress for Elena to wear tonight, as the vampire asked, and he calls you to tell you are late. “Well, guess why I’m late, sucker”, you thought, letting out a huff.

You took a deep breath and went upstairs, back to your bedroom. You left the pair of bags you brought from your shopping by the door and started undressing, very swiftly and leaving a small mess to deal with later. You went to your closet, picking up Elena’s gift and your ravishing blue dress. As you placed them in the bed, you thought if you were not already taken, God, you would make a mess in that baby. You chuckled and bit your lower lip, remembering the last time you had seen your boyfriend. The way he touched your body and kissed your lips. One of these days that man would drive you completely insane.

“Missing me, love?” A deep voice said, making you jump out of fear.

“Klaus! Can’t you knock?”

“Well, I didn’t think I needed.”

“Of course you have to. I could be…”

“If you’re going to say naked, don’t forget you already are.” He smirked and you rolled your eyes. “Aren’t you going to give me hug? And a few kisses too?”

You smiled, rushing to his arms and enjoying the kind of warmth only his hugs could provide.  His arms wrapped your body and squeezed you against his chest, which made you sigh, closing your eyes, and feel overwhelmigly satisfied by his presence.

About six months ago, you and Klaus Mikaelson began dating. The first couple of months, both of you thought it would be best if nobody knew. Especially because he had just tried to kill Elena and murdered Jenna. You were perfectly aware you should hate him for every single bad thing he had done, but you could not help it. The Original Hybrid had stolen your heart for good.

Eventually, your friends found out about your relationship. It was brutal, for they did not want to accept the fact you were in love with their enemy. Damon thought you were compelled, so Klaus could use you as leverage, and he convinced the others to lock you up. Just to buy enough time for Bonnie to find a spell that could release you from the compulsion. Obviously nothing worked, for you were not under any kind of magic. You just loved him.

“Where have you been all this time?”

“Taking care of some things. Don’t worry about that. Now, are you trying to tease me?”

“Why?” Suddenly you noticed your lack of clothes and blushed. “Oh!”

“You don’t have to be shy, love, I told you I love your body by all means.”

“Klaus…”

He slowly touched your form, making your skin burn at any place his hands reached. You gasped and put your own hands on his shoulders, pushing him off a little.

“I, um, we can’t do that now, Nik.”

“Why not?” He questioned, nuzzling on your neck.

A small moan escaped your lips and you mentally cursed yourself.

“I have to go to Elena’s birthday party.”

“Can’t you be just a little bit late?” His hot breath on your neck made you bit your lip several times, as a way to hold the sounds that insisted to come out.

“Only if I want Damon to rip my heart out.” He stood straight and looked at me, frowning. “It’s just an expression, Nik, he’s not going to literally rip my heart out.”

“Only if he wanted me to kill him so slowly he would beg for his death.”

“Oh God, you’re so sexy when you’re playing tough.” You chuckled. “I have to hit the shower now, darling. I’ll be right back.”

You pecked his lips and went off to the bathroom. The sight of the cosy bathtub made you let out a frustrated grunt, for you did not have time to enjoy an actual bath. Shaking your head, you put your hair up, so it would not get wet. Finally, you started the showering process. The water was so deliciously hot, you saw yourself almost numb out of relaxation.

“You look so good in there, love.” You smirked and glanced over him, rubbing your body with a sponge.

“Yeah?”

“Of course.” Klaus walked slowly towards the glass made doors. “Although it gets me wishing you needed my help.”

“I believe I do. I mean, you can rub my back, right?”

He nodded and you opened one of the doors pulling him in for a kiss. Klaus let out a genuine laugh, after he saw how wet his clothes got. The Hybrid striped, quickly, and soon enough he joined you. His large hands firmly placed on your hips, squeezing strongly and making you moan instantaneously. He cornered you against the fogged up glass and made his way to your neck, kissing the delicate skin, his tongue swirling around and playing with your sensations.

“Oh, Klaus!”

“I love when you call me in that tone.” The Mikaelson stated, speaking against your skin. “Can you scream my name, babe?”

“Only if you make me.”

“I’d be delighted to.”

Klaus cupped your breasts, using his thumbs to stroke your nipples. A small gasp crawled out your lips. He smiled and kept descending, his hands slowly massaging your waist, hips, until he finally got down on his knees, finding a throbbing core which desperately needed a touch. If you were wearing any panties, they would be soaked by now. That man knew exactly what to do to get you wet.

“Please, Nik.” You hissed, feeling your breath become more and more irregular.

His blue eyes looked up, finding yours. You could see the mischief within. Klaus always had a way on making you crazy, this would not be the first time. His hands squeezed the inside of your thighs and you involuntarily gulped.

“What do you want me to do, love?”

“I want you to eat me out.”

“How badly do you want me to?”

“I’m dripping, so I’d have to say pretty badly.”

Klaus chuckled and placed a single kiss in your pulsating clit, which sent shivers down your spine. You moaned, thrusting your hips against his face, claiming for more. It did not take long for him to be kitten licking your vibrating core. You arched your back, feeling his tongue against the soft skin and groaning out loud.

“Fuck!”

“I want to hear my name, love.”

“Come on, Nik, don’t stop!”

Klaus stood up and kiss your lips softly. His hand, though, kept working on your swollen nub, circling small figure eights on it. You sighed against his plump lips and he took that as a sign he could move forward.

“Shit.” You wrapped your arms on his shoulders, as he lifted one of your legs, teasing your entrance with his cock. “Klaus, don’t do this to me, just…”

The hybrid did not allow you to finish the sentence, giving you a sharp thrust. Your walls clenched around him and he grunted, tightening the grip on your thigh. The pleasure he provided was immeasurable. You gasped, screwing your eyes shut.

“Oh, my… Klaus!”

“That’s it, Y/N, cum for me.” His voice was merely a hiss.

The only sound that could be heard at the bathroom was skin clapping skin. You desperately tried to breath, though only a couple of strangled moans came out. Luckily enough Klaus was holding you, otherwise you would fall off on the floor.

“Shit, I’m so close.” You whispered.

Klaus sunk his head onto your neck, giving you sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. His thrusts so fast and hard on you that you were sure the next morning you would be sore. It felt so good, though. You stuck your fingers on his curls, pulling it a little and feeling the tension building up on your stomach. Somehow the original managed to find a sweet spot inside of you, it barely touched, but it was more than enough to send you over the edge. Your toes curled up and dug your nails into his shoulders.

“Oh, God, Klaus!” You yelled, seeing some colourful dots on your sight. The pleasure fulfilling you completely.

His thrusts became more sloppy and you knew he was close too. As you slowly came down from your orgasm, you clenched your walls even more harder around his length.

“Damn it, Y/N!” Klaus grunted. “I’m going to cum.”

“Inside my pretty pussy?” You teased and he growled, nodding.

“Yes, right inside your pretty pussy.”

You felt his grip around your waist and thigh increase, realising, also by his moan, he had had his orgasm as well. When Klaus’ breathing came back to normal, he kissed you and giggled.

“I guess you will be late after all.”

“I don’t care, it was worth it.” He let go of your leg and you felt like you had no strength to stand up by yourself.

“Well, obviously you still need my help.” He laughed. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, my legs are just a little bit weak. I’ll be fine.”

“I think a fucked you too hard.”

“You did, actually. But I liked, so don’t worry about it.” Klaus nodded, smirking.

He turn off the water and came back to pick you up, bridal style.

“Oh, look, my hair is ruined! I’ll have to fix this and Damon will kill me for being awfully late!”

“Do you want me to take care of that?”

“Nah, just give me my phone and I’ll face the beast myself.”

As Klaus placed you gently on the bed, throwing a fluffy towel later, and going off to find your phone, you could not be more thrilled to be with him. Unlike what everyone said about him, he was, without a doubt, a complete gentleman. Also a caring and lovable person. You just had to go through his shell, to get to know the real Niklaus Mikaelson. Among other reasons, heck, you could not help but be in love with him.

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Originally posted by purposeheaders

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR JUSTIN! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!” 

The crowd surrounding the table the cake rest on began cheering as Justin leant over and blew the twenty three surrounding candles placed around the cake.

Once all 23 flames the candles held were blown and shifting into a small stream of smoke, Scooter approached the boy handing him a large silver knife. Justin smiled before cutting into the cake, right until the edge reached the bottom. 

“You touched the bottom!” Jazzy yelled. “Now you gotta kiss a girl.” 

Justin smiled, sliding the knife out of the cake and onto the platter beside it, before leaning over and placing his lips upon mine. With a smile on my face, holding back a laugh, the crowd of family and friends all cheered around us as Justin began to pull away.

His hand slivered over, taking mine in his as he tangled our fingers together before lifting it to his lips, placing a sweet kiss on my wedding ring.

“What did you wish for honey?” Pattie asked. 

Justin smiled, his eyes wandering over to mine “I can’t tell you, or else it might not come true.” 

“That’s just bulshit, c’mon tell us JB!” Khalil shouted from somewhere in the crowd. A few other comments where thrown around throughout Justin’s boys causing a small chuckle to escape his lips at the commotion.

“Aight, aight! I’ll tell you. I wished that we” He squeezed my hand “finally have a bit more luck, receive God’s blessing and get what we’ve wanted since the day we were married.”

Staring into Justin’s eyes, I could see a slight sparkle to them and I instantly knew my face was as red as tomato. “Thank’s baby boy.” I whispered, snuggling closer to his body. Looking over towards Pattie, I spotted her smiling at me, with a look of knowledge in her eyes.

“You guys are so cute it disgusts me.” Maejor sighed. “Time to open presents!” 

The kids got up and squealed in excitment, running over towards the living room. The adults followed suit with smiles on there faces as Pattie, Diane and Chelsey stayed back to cut and hand out the cake. 

My hand slithered out of Justin’s grasp, turning towards them to help before Pattie quickly darted over to my side, pushing me back into the living room. “Oh no you don’t! It’s your husband’s birthday and he’s about to open his presents, go sit with him.”

“Pattie that’s nice really, but I’m not gonna leave you three to do all the work, theres over 50 people here.” 

“And we will handle it. You - just sit down.” With a nudge, I was in the living room walking over to Justin’s side. Justin peeked up, his face lifting up into a smile at sight of me. After placing myself on Justin’s lap, Jeremy was first to walk forward, handing Justin a small box wrapped in birthday paper.

“Thanks dad.” Justin smiled. 

“Happy birthday son.”

After ripping the paper off, Justin was left staring at a box laced with velvet. Picking up the lid, he was met with a beautiful thin gold chain and a brand new guitar pick with the words ‘Music is love, but family is life’ engraved on it.

After thanking his father and opening a few more presents, it was only a matter of time before it was finally my turn. At this point every one had eaten there cake and was sitting in the living room, all ready to open the last present presented by me.

I stood off my husbands lap, walking over to the corner I had left the gift bag in. handing the white bag with the words ‘happy birthday’ written all over it to Justin, I watched as Justin smiled, placing a kiss to my lips.

“You didn’t need to buy me anything baby. Everything I want is right here.”

I smiled at his kind words before forcing him take the bag “Believe me, I think you’ll like it.”

After taking the beg from my hands, he slowly pulled the tissue I stuffed in at the top and tossed it into a ball on the floor beside him with the rest of the wrapping paper.

A confused look crossed his face as he peered inside, searching through a few of the items. Everyone else around us stood back and watched in anticipation and curiosity as to what was in the bag, all until Justin’s face went pale, everyone elses turned to confusion. All except mine.

“What is it?” I smiled.

“Yeah Justin what is it?” Za added. A few similar comments repeated around the room.

Justin didn’t bother looking up, instead just leant back and placed both hands over his face, the bag still in his lap. Tears brimmed in my eyes at his reaction, watching as his body jumped a few times from the sobs he let out.

“Justin baby what’s wrong?!” Pattie yelled in confusion and shock. She stood from her seat, prepared to run forward and comfort her son before I put a hand forward and smiled, mouthing ‘wait’.

Slowly she placed herself back on the seat and watched on, still looking slightly worried. 

“What is it baby?” I smiled, a slight giggle escaping my lips. 

He ignored my question, only leaning his elbow on his knee, with one hand over his eyes. “Are you serious?” He sobbed in disbelief.

“Yeah.” I cooed, allowing a tear to fall down my cheek. 

Justin finally removed his hand from his face, wiping the discarded tears from his eyes before looking back into the bag and picking out two items from the very top. A bib and a pacifier.

Everyone around us gasped, all with smiles on there faces. “Your pregnant?!” Chelsey yelled with a smile. 

Without responding, I leant back into my handbag beside me, pulling out the test I had taken two weeks prior. Giving everyone one glance at the stick, before handing it to Justin who had once again began crying.

“Happy birthday Baby…Or should I say daddy?” I chuckled. 

“Guess you won’t be the only one calling him that anymore!” Za yelled. Everyone chuckled as Justin moved forward and engulfed me in his arms. A few seconds passed before his lips met mine once again and I noticed that as he did all this, his hands never left the spot which was beginning to swell with a beautiful and well earned baby.



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Imagine waking up with Jensen on your birthday.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Fluffy fluff, fluffy smut, language

Word Count: 1,633

A/N: Written for the lovely @torn-and-frayed cause it’s her birthday, hopefully it still is when I’m done editing (I MADE IT, BARELY!) I think EVERYONE wants to wake up to this on their birthday, let’s be real ladies. 

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I remember when Brendon was 19, meaning I was 12. He’s now 30 and I’m 23 this year. He’s had such a huge impact on my life for 11 years now, and I’ve loved every moment. I’ve watched him grow through every stage, and every stage of my life, he’s always been the background music. I remember begging my parents to let me see them, but being dismissed for being too young. And throughout my teenage years and now my “adulthood” I don’t have enough fingers to count how many times I’ve seen him. I owe this man so much, including the reason I know one of my best friends. Now he’s on Broadway, and we all kind of knew deep down this would happen, and I could not be prouder for this goddamn QUEEN of a man. 

Happy 30th birthday, Brendon! See you in New York <3

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Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: Choking, mild ass play, kinda rough, SMUT

Word Count: 2,431

Summary: Birthdays are supposed to be fun. They’re supposed to be lazy days where you do nothing or everything or whatever you want. But when you’re an “adult” it doesn’t always work out that way, and Yoongi seems more bummed than you are about it.

A/N: This is my fic. I’m re-posting onto my sideblog.


~For my precious Admin Desire~

Warm sun hit your face as you stirred awake, the soft sheets wrapped around your frame as you turned away from the light. You slowly blinked your eyes open to find another pair staring back at you. The warm feline like eyes caused you to smile, a rush of warmth filling your body as he smiled back at you.

“Good morning beautiful,” he said, his voice deep and husky. His smiled widened to your favourite gummy smile as he spoke, and he reached for you, wrapping his arms around you to tug you closer to his body, “happy birthday baby, do you really have to go to work? Just say home with me.”

You laughed at his antics, burying your face in his chest and savouring the warmth and familiar scent before you had to get ready for another day of work. You had tried to get today off, knowing how much of a big deal Yoongi makes it even though you insist on doing nothing, but he liked to spoil you and your birthday gave him every excuse he needed to do so. Seeing as how your birthday was so close to Christmas you were unable to get the day off, due to the busyness of the store. Yoongi was unhappy but he had told you that he’d make it up to you tenfold when the busy season was over.

Moving back, you watched as the rays of sun streaked onto his freshly dyed black hair, your favourite colour on him by far. You still loved the crazy colours he came home with, but there was something about black that made your heart flutter. It was possibly the fact that it’s his natural colour, and seeing it on him made him seem more like your Yoongi, more him than the idol he has to be outside of your home.

Threading a hand through his soft locks, you watched him bask in the warmth of the sun and the soft touches of you hand, letting his eyes close with a content smile now playing on his plump lips.

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Your insecurities show.

This is cliche, but confidence is key. I get a lot of questions asking- what do guys like/how do I keep him interested? I hate saying this, but you should be confident being the person you are (fake it till you make it). I remember those weekends that I’d go out with my SDBF (developer- I posted pics when I had IG: JXSB_), we would always take his limo. We went to all the lounges/restaurants in Toronto, and EVERY SINGLE TIME when the chauffeur came to pick us up, girls right BESIDE me would be hating. These girls legit said- why is he with her? He should be with me instead/he could do so much better! These were some orange Oompa Loompas. My SDBF said- did you just hear what they said, don’t you feel so lucky that I love you? I replied: no, if you want them, you can have them. Go get em!


He was in fucking shock! I made it obvious that I am not scared to lose him, there are a sea of men who can provide me with what he did. We were together for almost two years, and I finally broke it off December 2016 (day before his birthday). He begged but his attitude isn’t worth the money (he came back every time I dumped him). He was a multimillionaire, sure that’s great, but I had also found someone who is worth a whole lot more than that… he has watches that are worth millions.


Don’t allow these men to take advantage of you. Don’t allow him to have power over you. You are a luxury, you are a Goddess, and you already know that. There are plenty more where he came from. Ps- men also want what they cannot have, especially wealthy men. Why? Because they think their money can buy them anything, it’s nice to give them a reality check.

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Happy birthday @titaniasfics! To help you celebrate in style, here’s a little bit of Everlark PwP, just for you. Enjoy! And thank you @thegirlfromoverthepond for the request.


Campfire

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Originally posted by mizar113


This is not camping.

This little slice of dirt, surrounded by giant trailers and caravans, with their generators humming and televisions flashing. That’s not camping! Who comes out to the ‘wilderness’ just to watch TV anyway?

Nothing about this trip has gone according to plan. The tent I borrowed from Gale can hardly be called a tent at all, ‘pop-up coffin’ might better describe it. My sleeping bag fits in there. Sort of. But nothing else. He, of course, has the huge tent we usually share, and a mattress on a stand, because heaven forbid Madge soil herself by sleeping on the ground.

Madge.

I should have realized, when Gale suggested inviting a bunch of friends along on our annual trip to the woods, that what he really meant was he wanted to bring his new girlfriend. And the red flags should have been flying when, instead of our typical backcountry camping, he suggested a drive up site. “But it’s right on the lake,” he’d insisted. “We can swim and fish, it’s going to be amazing!”

I guess his girlfriend prancing around in high-heeled sandals and a bikini about as big as a bandana, while refusing to actually go in the water (it’s not chlorinated!) is his definition of fun.

Who am I kidding, of course it’s his definition of fun. He looks at her like she hung the moon.

I’m not jealous, or at least, not in the way you might think. It’s just that Gale and I have been friends since we were kids. A brotherhood of sorts. Partners in crime like that are hard to find.

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The Naked Truth

Summary: Reader drops her towel for Bucky when he steals her clothes after a shower. ;)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of nudity, language.

Originally posted by coporolight


It’s early on a Sunday morning, around 7AM, and I’m already up and in the living room having breakfast. Which is highly unusual for me, I’m usually never awake before 9AM unless we have a mission. Which today, I do not. No one is down here, which is strange. Steve is the earliest bird we have here, followed closely by Bucky and no one is here.Shrugging, I sit down at the kitchenette, eating my favorite brand of cereal. I’m about halfway through with it when the elevator dings, turning to see who will be joining me, I’m welcomed with a very pleasing sight of Bucky, covered in sweat, in running shorts and a tank top, with his hair in a bun.

‘Oh, fuck me running Mr. Barnes.’ When he sees me, he gives me half a grin.

“Good morning, (Y/N).” He come in the kitchen, across from me and going to the fridge, before fishing out the milk.

“Good morning, Buck.” He turns around, setting his own bowl, milk and cereal down.

“You’re not with the others today?” I raise my eyebrow.

“I didn’t even know they went anywhere.” Slightly confused, and a little offended they didn’t tell me anything.

“Yeah, they went on a mission. Shouldn’t be too long they said, they should be back by this afternoon.” Hmm. I’m still not happy with them, but what can you do?Bucky hasn’t been allowed to go on missions yet, seeing as he could lose control and turn into the Winter Soldier again, and we want to avoid as many casualties as we possibly can, so until he finishes the proper training he’s stuck on the compound. He of course doesn’t like it, he feels useless. I don’t know how many times we’ve all had to tell him he’s not. He usually goes on long runs when we leave, as to release some pent up frustrations. I don’t blame him. He just wants to be out there with everyone else, risking his life also.

“No, they didn’t tell me. I don’t know why, maybe they wanted me to spend some time with you.” He shrugs.

“Possibly.” He agrees, and continues to eat his cereal.

“I’m gonna go shower, wanna conserve water?” I wink in his direction when he looks up at me. This type of flirting is normal for us, although it’s never really gone anywhere, unfortunately. He chokes on his cereal and I break out into a fit of laughter.

“I’m just kidding, Barnes. Calm down.” I pat him on the back, and head to my room to shower.


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Showering is probably my favorite activity of my everyday life, it’s an escape from reality, relaxing, and an excuse to just let go every worry you have. I tend to let my mind wonder so much, that someone could sneak up on me in the restroom and I’d never even know it. Which, as a matter of fact, is my predicament now. Stepping out of the shower, I realize my clothes are gone.

“FUCK.” Going out into my room, looking, maybe I left them on my bed. No go, of course not. Bucky. Fucking Bucky, of course he did.

“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!” I hear nothing, of course. It’s not like I was expecting a response. I’m just letting him know I know he took them, and I’m coming for him.Why don’t I just put new clothes on you ask? The bastard put steel locks on my wardrobe, so I can’t change. I’m clad in nothing but a towel, and I’m going to find him. Fuck it, I got no shame.

“James, you better give me my clothes back or I swear to God you’ll be needing a new arm!” Going to the last place I saw him, the kitchen. I don’t get there, however. I see he’s in the living room, watching TV. With my clothes next to him. He knows I see him. He’s freshly showered in jeans and an old U.S. Army T-shirt. He looks good.He turns to me, grinning. He stands up, my clothes under his metal arm.

“New arm, huh? Come on princess, you’re not gonna fight me like that.” Cocky bastard, he thinks he knows me.

“You know what? You’re right. I can’t fight you in a towel.” In a sudden burst of confidence, I drop the towel. Now in my birthday suit. His eyes widen, he gulps and I watch his adam’s apple bulge, before his mouth goes slack. Walking up to him, I grab my clothes from under his arm. He obviously was expecting me to beg, he didn’t think I’d do this. He doesn’t know what to do now. Leaving the room, I sway my hips, making sure my ass gets a good shake on it. For good measure, you know. 

“Thanks Barnes.” With a cheeky grin, I leave. I can hear him grunt in frustration. I barely make it to my room, before he meets me at my door. He comes up to me, trapping my between the door and his body, his hands come up to rest on either side of my face.

“You’re trying to kill me, doll. I’m just a man, (Y/N). You don’t know what you do to me.” He brings his mouth to mine, pressing his surprisingly soft lips against my own.Reaching behind me, I open the door pulling him in with me, his lips never leaving my own.

This was the start of something beautiful.

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March 1, 2017

“Happy Birthday, Jen,” you whispered against his neck as he slowly stirred in the dark bedroom of your Vancouver apartment. You kissed his lips slowly as he rolled over on his back, allowing you to slid on top of him, his morning erection pressing at your bare core, already attentive and needy. 

“Hmmmmm,” Jensen moaned against your lips. “A beautiful young woman on top of me. That’s an awesome birthday present to wake up to,” he yawned, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close to him. 

“Oh it gets better, sweetheart,” you teased as you kissed down your husband’s neck, moving over his bare chest and down the grooves of his abdomen, your nails scrapping his skin lightly until you settled over his erection. 

“God I love this day,” he growled as his eyes meeting yours before he let his head fall back against the pillow, the feel of your tongue sending him into a whole new world of pleasure. 

Suddenly you were thrown back almost ten years, to the birthday that started this little birthday tradition. 

March 1, 2008

“Hey Y/F/N!” Jensen yelled as he crossed the dark room toward you with two drinks in his hand. You had just joined the Supernatural family this season, and it had been a wild one. It was season three and there had been a writer’s strike, so there wasn’t as much time spent filming which left a little more time for play. 

Like celebrating Jensen’s birthday, one of the stars of the show. You had become fast friends with him and his co-star Jared. Jensen was nine years older than you, Jared four and a half, but you were so much like them, being from the south, that you fit right in and three of you became nearly inseparable. The chemistry between the three of you had been incredible from the start. 

You chuckled at him. It was his 30th birthday, and he was already well on his way to being completely and totally sloshed. 

“Hey Jen,” you smiled. “Not exactly taking it easy are we?” you laughed, watching him sway a little as he handed you one of the drinks in his hand. 

“It’s my birthday woman!” he replied, a little loudly. “And I’m fucking thirty,” he emphasized that last word like it was some magic rite of passage that explained everything. 

“Oh thirty!” you said with an eye roll. “That some magic number Ackles?” you asked. 

“As a matter of fact, it is sweetheart,” Jensen answered, taking a drink from his glass. “But you’ve got a long time before you figure that out, youngin’” he teased. “Like what, nine years?” he scoffed. 

You rolled your eyes dramatically. 

“Just because I’m only 21 doesn’t mean I don’t know how to have a good time, asshole,” you said with a wink. “You’re working on not getting the present that I got you,” you added with an evil smile. 

You caught his attention at that, and he set his drink down, leaning in closer to you, his chin on his hand as his eye lit up brightly. 

“Are you finally going to give me that kiss I’ve been begging for?” he teased with a smile. 

“Jensen Ross Ackles, I’m a lady,” you said, feigning shock by placing a hand over your heart. “I would never,” you laughed.

His eyes widened playfully as he watched you carefully. 

“But wouldn’t you? It is my birthday after all,” he retorted. 

You laughed in earnest. 

“Who gives a fuck if it’s your birthday, Ackles? My birthday was two months ago and what did I get?” you asked. “Oh yea,” you laughed, “You and Jared took me out and got me wasted and then you spent the evening holding my head up out of a toilet,” you reminded him. 

He smiled and laughed as he covered his face, embarrassed. 

“That’s an awesome gift, dude,” you said with an eye roll. “I would have preferred a kiss.” 

He watched you carefully. 

“Well, Y/N, that wasn’t exactly how I had planned that night to go. Who knew you were such a lightweight,” he teased, stepping closer to you. “Guess you learned your lesson, huh?” he said as he placed a tentative hand on your hip, pulling you closer to him. 

“Yeah,” you whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear you. 

“Well, then I guess your birthday present is long overdue. Even if it is my birthday. I’ll make an exception this time,” he said, his lips lowering to yours. 

Your breath caught in your throat as he stopped, his lips hovering over yours. 

“I mean, if you want the present,” he teased, his nose bumping yours softly. 

You grabbed a fistful of his t-shirt and pulled his lips to yours. They crashed together, sparks flying the minute the two of you connected. Jensen wrapped his arms around your waist, drawing you closer to him, his tongue sliding along your bottom lip, begging entrance. 

He slid in your mouth with ease, his tongue fighting yours for dominance. He won easily, and you moaned quietly into his mouth as your free hand reached around to play with the short hairs at the back of his head. 

Finally the two of you pulled away, breathless, both of your chests heaving. 

“That a better present?” he asked, a smiled spreading across his face, reaching his eyes and causing them to crinkle slightly. 

“Hell yeah,” you whispered as you un-clutched his shirt, smoothing it out across his chest, his muscles rippling in response to your touch. 

 He leaned close, whispering in your ear. “So what did you get me?” 

You looked him in the eye, threaded your hand with his, and led him away from the crowd, back to a private room.  

“Something you’re never gonna forget,” you smiled wildly, leading him away. 

“Holy shit,” he murmured, following you, watching your hips sway tantalizingly. “Best birthday, ever,” he growled once you were alone, and you pulled him close, kissing him fiercely. 

“You’ll never forget turning 30, Jen,” you whispered against his lips as your fingers reached for his jeans. “I can promise you that,” you added as you slid down in front of him, your hands pushing down is pants and briefs, showing him just how much you wanted him and giving him the best birthday present a man could ask for. 


Submitted by both @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @chaos-and-the-calm67 I’ve been waiting for the best moment to write this one… It seems now is the time. Hope you girls like it.

Birthday Wishes » Jack Maynard

99 for Jack please? Xx


“Happy birthday!” You cheered when your now four-year-old son Elliot emerged from his room of the apartment you both shared. You had split up with his dad, Jack when he was two, but he did put all his love into the boy and spoiled him rotten. 

“Thank you mummy!” He beamed hugging you. You pulled him into your arms and cuddled him into your chest while placing a kiss on his head. “Is daddy coming over today?”

“I’ll ask him whilst you open all your presents.” You grinned tickling him.

“Ahh!” He giggled. You carried him to the living room where a stack of presents and cards laid neatly on the sofa. You watched him open them from the corner of your eye as you sent a text to Jack.

‘Are you coming over today?’

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Birthday Girl (M)

A short fic I wrote for @xiustories since it’s her birthday~

Genre: X Reader, fluff, smut

Member(s): Minseok <3

POV: Second person

Warning(s): Um, it’s smut, so…

Summary: It’s your birthday, and you know what you want.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai



“(y/n)-ah?” Your boyfriend poked his head into your room. “(y/n), it’s morning. And you know what that means…” He cooed, walking up to your bed and brushing a strand of hair from your face. He smiled, taking in your peaceful expression, his heart swelling at the sight of you.

“(y/n)?” He tried, one last time.

When you didn’t wake up, he sighed, shaking his head amusedly. Gently lifting the covers, he slid into bed beside you, situating himself so that your head rested on his chest. He wiggled around a bit more, before wrapping his arms around your sleeping body.

“Min?” You mumbled, your voice hoarse with sleep.

“Morning, birthday girl,” Minseok whispered, grinning and kissing your forehead.

Your eyes cracked open, peering up at him sleepily.

“Morning, Minseok,” you said with a yawn. “I wasn’t expecting you to be here…so early.”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating in his chest. You snuggled down into it, your lips curving up in a smile at the comforting sensation.

“Well, it’s 9 o'clock, sweetheart, so I figured it wasn’t too early. I was hoping, maybe, that the birthday girl would go out for breakfast with me?” He said hopefully, his fingers playing with your hair as he awaited your response.

Your smile grew, and you nodded against his chest.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” You asked, sitting up to look at him.

He shrugged, his cheeks flushing slightly.

“Well, you seem to value your sleep an awful lot.” He said teasingly.

You rolled your eyes, giving him a playful slap on the chest.

“Whatever.” You sat up, crawling out of the bed. “I need to take a shower first, though.”

“Okay,” he said, pulling out his phone.

You walked into your bathroom, slipping off your pajamas. Turning the faucet to hot, you stepped into the shower. The stream of water hit your bare skin, making you yelp slightly in surprise. You wet your hair, washing it thoroughly before scrubbing your body. You rinsed your hair, turning off the water and coming out into the steamy but chilling air. Wrapping yourself in a towel, you looked around.

“Crap,” you said aloud. You had forgotten about clothes…and Minseok was in your bedroom.

It wasn’t that you two hadn’t experimented. Far from that, in fact. You two had had your share of make out sessions and whatnot. But it hadn’t gone any further than that, for some reason. It wasn’t as if you two didn’t love each other, it just…never escalated that far.

Recently, you had noticed that the heated interactions between the two of you had become more frequent. And afterwards, more often than not, it left you with a dull aching inside of you, a craving that just wasn’t satisfied by Minseok’s fingers or tongue. A throbbing need. You were a virgin, but you were pretty sure you knew what this meant. You knew he wouldn’t mind, he’d probably be more than glad to oblige. But…you just weren’t sure how to ask him.

You stood shivering, contemplating what you could do. You could go get some clothes from your room, asking him not to look. You could check the laundry room and see if you had anything clean. Or, you could gather up your courage and…

Biting your lip, you stared at yourself in the mirror. Were you ready for this?

“(y/n), are you okay?” You heard Minseok call from down the hall.

“Yeah, Min! I just…I…”

Taking a deep breath and nodding to your reflection, you made up your mind. Opening the bathroom door, you found yourself staring up at Minseok.

“(y/n)? You scared me. You didn’t answer me,” he said, looking down at you concernedly.

You gulped, tugging your towel tighter around yourself, although he didn’t seem to notice.

How the hell were you going to do this?

“Sorry, I m-must not have h-heard you,” you stuttered.

He stared at you, a hand coming up to cup one of your blushing cheeks.

“Are you sure you’re okay, (y/n)-ah? You’re stuttering, are you cold? But your cheeks feel warm… Are you getting sick? Do you not want to go to breakfast?” He questioned, taking a step towards you.

You blinked.

“I’m not sick, Minseok…and I do want to go to breakfast. But I…I was just thinking, while I was in the shower…there’s something I-I want for my birthday,” you choked out, your breathing uneven.

He stared into your eyes, surprised.

Wow. Were you really that easy to read?

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly.

“And what would that be?” He asked, voice wavering.

“I…I want you, Minseok.”

He was silent for a second. Five seconds. Ten seconds.

Your heart fell, your eyes glancing away from his down to your feet. He didn’t feel the way you did…

“If you don’t want to, I-”

Your words were cut off by his lips pressed against yours in a warm kiss. His hand left your cheek, both hands making their way down to your hips and squeezing them gently. He took another step forward, slowly guiding you to the wall, never breaking the lip-lock. His teeth sunk into your lower lip, eliciting a soft moan from you. His tongue slid into your mouth, exploring it with deep, firm strokes. You stood still, still a bit surprised by the sudden action.

He pulled away, panting slightly, his pink lips swollen and reddish. You imagined yours must look the same.

“Why wouldn’t I want to, (y/n)?” He asked, his eyes searching yours. “Why wouldn’t I want to make love to the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, the sweetest girl I know?”

You shrugged, a little shy.

“I don’t know, I just thought…”

“Well don’t think,” he whispered, his nose brushing against yours. “Don’t think for a second. But tell me: do you really want this? Because if you do, I’ll do it. I want to. But do you?”

You nodded quickly.

“I’m sure, Min.”

He watched you for a second, searching for any sign of hesitation.

“Okay,” he breathed.

In an instant, his plump lips were attached to the side of your neck, his hot tongue licking at the skin like his life depended on it. You tilted your head back, allowing him more access to your neck. He nipped at the flesh, the feeling of his teeth making a moan bubble up in your throat. His hands pulled on your towel, causing it to fall to the floor. Pulling his head back from your neck, he groaned, his eyes darkening at the sight of your bare figure.

“(y/n),” he growled, his usually cute and sweet voice now lower and filled with lust. “Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?”

You whimpered, feeling him take a nipple into his warm mouth.

“You do, don’t you? You did this all on purpose, making me worry, only to lure me here,” He hissed against your breast, his fingers ghosting over your sides, down your hips, inwards, until he reached your clenched thighs.

Smirking against your skin, he pried your legs apart, tracing your slit with a single finger.

“Hmm, so you do want this,” he observed, feeling your wetness cover his finger. “Let’s get started, then.”

You gasped as he pushed his finger into your entrance, sliding it in and out at a torturous pace. He released your nipple from his mouth, his eyes boring into yours.

“How does this feel, hmm?”

“Min…I want more,” you choked out, shivering at his touch.

He grinned, adding a second finger.

“That’s my girl,” he hummed, speeding up ever so slightly.

You whined at his praise, your head thrashing about. It just wasn’t enough!

“Min, it’s not enough. I need…I need your cock. Please.” You begged, your hands on his clothed shoulders, trying to get him to move.

“Oh really?”

You nodded your head eagerly, feeling your stomach twinge at the thought of his dick being inside of you.

“Well…I guess I’ll let you have it. After all, you are the birthday girl.” He crooned, his fingers leaving your slick heat with a squelch.

Before you knew it, he was unbuckling his belt, his pants and boxers gliding down his pale legs. He took his cock in his hand, stroking it, his eyes on you.

“(y/n)-”

“Yes. I want this. This is what I want for my birthday.” You were glad your voice didn’t waver, or you knew he wouldn’t do it.

“Okay.” He took a deep breath, nudging your legs apart a bit more. “Do you trust me?”

You nodded.

“Then jump.”

You did as he said, trusting him entirely. He placed his hands under your butt, holding you up against the wall. He took his erection in his hand again, slowly guiding it towards your wet core.

You squeezed your eyes shut, your teeth sinking into your lip as you felt his cock begin to stretch you. You whimpered, your hands reaching out to clutch his biceps tightly.

“Mmphhh, tight,” he grunted under his breath, tempted to begin pounding into you then and there. He paused, noticing your tense expression. He waited for you to adjust, his eyes concerned.

“Move,” you finally mumbled.

His lips curved up in a smile, secretly happy that you still wanted to continue.

Cautiously, he slipped out, leaving only the tip in. You gasped as he slid back in, the feeling of his hardness against your tight walls making your core clench. His hips began moving at a considerably tame pace, his thrusts going deep inside you. You squirmed, feeling him hit a spot that made you want to scream.

“Ahhh, uhh, Min…” you moaned. “That spot…”

He thrust into it again.

“Yes, there!” You cried out.

He rocked his hips, hitting that one spot in you each time. Before you knew it, your insides were twisting, heat flooding your body.

“Minseok, I’m so close…” you groaned out.

“C'mon, babe, cum for me,” he cooed, still thrusting in and out of you. He slid a hand between your sweaty bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it quickly.

Your eyes rolled back, every inch of you filled with bliss. The coil in you tightened, more and more, until it snapped.

“MINSEOK!!!” You screamed, your hands flying from his arms to his hair, your fingers knotting themselves in it sharply.

Your walls convulsed around his cock, making him grunt loudly.

“Fuck, (y/n),” he muttered, pulling out at last. His hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it furiously until finally he came as well.

His warm cum shot onto your stomach, his head tilting back as he moaned.

You both panted, staring into each other’s eyes as you relished in your orgasms.

“I love you, (y/n),” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Happy birthday, jagiyah.”

You smiled.

“Thank you, Min.” You said softly.

He opened his mouth to say something, when his stomach growled loudly. You both chuckled.

“Shall we clean up and go out for breakfast?” He asked.

“Sounds good to me,” you replied. “I don’t know about you, but I’m getting hot chocolate.”

“I am too! But only if there’s marshmallows,” he said, tugging his boxers up.

You laughed.

“Of course. There has to be marshmallows.” You said, rolling your eyes at his silliness.

“Well, I’m sure there will be.” He kissed your lips. “I’ll make sure of it. Anything for the birthday girl.”


Thoughts?? This is only my second smut after all lol. also, thank you to my proofreader @laineylovegirl <3

Chapter VI | Tell Me - A Harry Styles Uni AU

Main Story page is here.

Song for the Playlist - Wonderwall by Ryan Adams (cover)

Instagrams are here - (none for this chapter because the app is being a dick)

Word Count - 4250…ish

“Just gotta be safe, love,” he whispered.

“My protector,” she said back into his ear and a shiver ran down his spine.

He manoeuvred them until she was lying flat on the bed and he could straddle her thighs and view her perfect body from above, and leaned down to kiss her lips once again. Her hands ruffled through his hair as he abandoned her lips to find her jaw, nipping at her and his hands lingered at her neck, tickling, until he moved further down and found a perfect spot to suck on to.

Her breath hitched at his teeth on her neck, a slight moan coming from her mouth and her grip on his hair tightening until he pulled away wishing the small bruise would appear that second to mark her as his.

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Incredible (Bucky x Reader)

Author’s Note: Happy (early) Birthday, Kinza (@oneshot-shit)! I won’t be able to post next week or the week after, so I figured it would be good to post today. I hope you enjoy it, darling! :)

Prompt/Dialouge Inspiration: “We are not doing THAT for your birthday!”

Summary: You really want to do a certain activity for your birthday, but Bucky refuses. Little do you know what he has in store … 

Other Characters: The Avengers + Nick Fury

Warnings: Fluff, language :)

Word Count: 848

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

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frangipanidownunder  asked:

49 for the prompt list.

This is a re-write of the scene in “Dreamland” (Part 1) when Mulder tries to make Scully understand that he’s Mulder and not Fletcher. I used some of the actual dialogue. Prompt was:  “Hello, pot. Apparently, I’m kettle.”

“Scully, it’s me, Mulder.” His stare, he realizes, is penetrating and he watches as Scully, not believing one of words he’s just uttered, backs away from him. Her expression is devoid of any friendliness and he’s surprised how much that simple fact hurts.

“Sir, Mr. Fletcher, you called me and now I’m here. So could you please tell me what this is about?” He recognizes this voice; it means business. She never talks to him like this, but of course she doesn’t know it’s him.

“Scully,” they’re interrupted by Fletcher’s wife spewing obscenities; Mulder can’t blame her, really, but Scully takes another step back and he needs to convince her before it’s too late, “you need to believe me.”

“Mr. Fletcher, I don’t have time for silly games like these so if you could just-”

“It’s me, Scully,” frustration seeps into his voice, “I’m Mulder. Fox Mulder, your partner. That other guy, the guy you think is Mulder that’s the real Morris Fletcher.” She blinks, bored, unable to even entertain the idea. Mulder can’t help but wonder how good the other man is at playing him. Maybe he’s a better partner, a better guy altogether.

“Look,” he tries again, taking a deep breath, “Your full name is Dana Katherine Scully. Your badge number is… hell, I don’t know your badge number. Your mother’s name is Margaret. Your brother’s name is Bill Jr. He’s in the Navy and he hates me,” her expression doesn’t change, remains as stoic as ever, so he decides to dig deeper, “lately, for lunch, you’ve been having this six-ounce cup of yogurt, plain yogurt, into which you stir bee pollen because you’re on a bee pollen kick even though I tell you you’re a scientist and you should know better. Or maybe it’s some kind of twisted joke on your behalf reminding me of that moment in the hallway before that bee stung you when we-”

“What did you just say?” Mulder hears the tiny gasp in her voice and his heart beats faster hoping he is getting through to her. Or maybe it’s because this is the first time they’re talking about what happened, or almost happened, in that hallway. Naturally it would occur at a moment like this.

“That moment in the hallway, Scully. How would anyone know about this except you and me?”

“This really isn’t funny. I don’t know how you obtained that information but this is not funny.”

“No, it isn’t. I’m serious, Scully. I wouldn’t make fun of this or that moment, for that matter. I meant what I said. I meant what I was- I wanted to kiss you then. Just like I meant it when I told you I love you after that disaster in the Bermuda triangle.” She steps back further, this time it’s obviously in shock, though. She needs to get a better look at him, he thinks, as her mouth opens in another gasp and her eyes search for any clue that he’s telling the truth. But he still looks like that other guy, he still looks like Morris Fletcher, and he knows Scully. He knows her much too well.

“How do you know these things, Mr. Fletcher?” Her voice takes on a darker edge and her eyes narrow. He sighs; what else can he tell her to finally make her see? His Scully needs scientific proof, something tangible, and he cannot give it to her.

“Scully, something happened out there. I don’t know what, but I need your help to figure it out and to reverse it. Tell me what to say so you’ll believe me.” It’s a plea, it’s him begging, and he searches her eyes for any indication that she’s at least considering it.

“What did you – what did Mulder give me for my birthday in 97?” She raises her eyebrows in an obvious challenge. He bites his lip to keep from grinning and clears his throat.

“An Apollo 11 keychain. Come on, Scully, if you want to quiz me, ask me harder stuff.” This time he can’t stop the grin and it feels like it always feels when he’s looking at her like this, except her face is nothing like what he wants to see. There’s no sparkle in her eyes, no gentleness around her lips, none of the typical signs he’s come to notice when he makes a joke. This is the first time in all this mess that he really misses his life, his own body. He misses the way she looks at him; misses the way she feels comfortable around him. Who is he when the only person who matters in his life doesn’t recognize him? He’s no one. No one he wants to be, anyway.

“This can’t be…” she murmurs. At least this is something he knows and he waits, impatiently, for her to make up her mind. In his favor, if possible. “Well, then…” she lifts her head, her eyes meet his, and it’s not the same way she normally she looks at him, but it’s damn close and he feels relief flood him, “Hello, pot. Apparently, I’m kettle.” Mulder laughs and the sound sounds strange in his ears, and Scully’s too, judging by the looks of it.

“So you believe me.”

“I- I’m not sure, but… Mulder, I mean my- whoever he is – you, or Morris Fletcher, he hasn’t been acting like… well, you.” He wants to take her into his arms, hug her tightly and never let go; he wants to kiss her and never stop. Not as Morris, though.

“We need to find out what happened, Scully. I want to be me again.” She nods and he can tell that she has no idea about what to do. That makes two of them.

“Go and talk to the Gunmen. They might be able to help.” She glances up at him, tears shimmering there, and the need to draw her near is almost unbearable.

“Mulder…” she tries it out and he doesn’t flinch, gives her a smile that he hopes at least reminds her of the real him and urges her to go on, “Mulder, the things you said… about the hallway, about what you said in the hospital-”

“I meant it, Scully. I mean it. When all of this is over… maybe, instead of pretend nothing ever happened, we should have a talk,” she nods tentatively, “you know, talk about the birds and the bees.”

“I’ve had that talk, Mulder.” No hesitation this time.

“Not with me.” He grins and she grants him a smile, a real one, the one he knows. The one that say you might be crazy, but I still kind of like you. Likewise, Scully, he thinks.

They part, they have to, to both investigate what they can in any capacity that they’re able to. When they reverse it, when everything is back to normal and Mulder goes home, he feels like something is nagging him; did he forget something? He wonders as he unlocks the door to his apartment. He should call Scully, ask her if she thinks anything seems wrong, or off, to her. He feels like they have unfinished business about something. Maybe she remembers, he hopes, as he closes the door behind him.

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Ooooo I said one dog. One! With Jax? Please please please.

#15 - “I said one dog! One!” (I hope you like this babe! This is my first time writing Jax so I hope it isn’t that bad haha)


Originally posted by imaginealotofthings

Dating Jax has its ups and downs, especially with the things he does with the club. Some days you want to be told and others you just want to seem like every other normal couple on this planet. But you still loved him all the same. 

Things between you and Jax were really good as of late, and Abel was just about to turn 4 years old. He had been begging you for a puppy for his birthday and naturally, you thought that would be a great idea for the little boy. However, Jax thought differently. When the two of you discussed it he told you he didn’t want more responsibility thrown onto your shoulders and after you reassured him multiple times that you didn’t care…he consented. 

Abel was ecstatic to say the least that night when the both of you sat with him on the couch, telling him that you’d be taking him to pick out a puppy the next day. He was excitedly talking to both you and Jax over what he might name the puppy and he couldn’t sit still. Which caused Jax to get a bright smile, his arm going around your shoulder pulling you closer as the two of you listened to the animated little boy. 

The next day when Jax walked through the front door, exhausted after the dealings of the clubs affairs, he just wanted to lay down with you in his arms and fall into a peaceful sleep. What he ended up getting was something pulling as his pants leg and something else nibbling on his shoe. 

“Shit. Y/N!” Jax stood at the front entrance and waited for you to appear. He raised his eyebrows when you peeked out from behind the wall and pointed down to the two puppies running around his feet. “What is this?”

“Well, the black one is Pepper and the white one is…”

“Let me guess…salt?” 

You couldn’t help but laugh and shake your head as you leaned over to pick the white one up, “No her name is Princess. Both names picked out by your son.”

Jax held up a finger but had to pull it away as the puppy tried to bite it, “I said one dog! One!”

Right as you went to open your mouth to explain yourself, Abel came running up to Jax, “Daddy daddy! I gots two puppies for my birfday!”

“I see that buddy, I thought daddy said only one though?” Jax made a pointed look your direction as he picked Abel up in his arms. All you did was smile and kiss little Princess on the head. 

“Yeah but dey brover and siter and you tell me famiwy is impotent.”

Jax couldn’t help but smile and get a sense of pride at his sons words, “You’re right bud, family is important.” 

DADDY’S GIRL

I can’t believe I am finally here, in my daddy’s bed. I’ve wanted to sleep with him for so long, since I was so little. I always knew he looked at me and probably thought about me when he came, but who knew it would take me being a little whore to get his attention? I’d been sneaking out and hiding it for so long. But this whole time, all he wanted to do was punish his little slut baby girl with his big cock.

———-

Let me rewind. I’m 21. My daddy has been living with us forever. He’s my dad. My mom used to be this hot little ballerina type and I would hear them fucking all the time when they first met. He would pull my mom by her panties into their room right in front of me and slam the door. I never heard the click of a lock, instead i heard my mom fall to hear knees and start gagging on daddy’s cock. I heard him demand “take it harder. come on girl. you can take it all in that big mouth.”  I think they wanted me to hear that. Maybe I should’ve gone in. Maybe they would’ve liked that.

When they were done, he would fling the door open and walk out naked, with his cock still half hard. Once, I was still in the hallway when he made his exit. I looked in between the french doors to their room and saw my mom’s naked body on the floor, with her hand still teasing her pussy. Her eyes were closed, but she couldn’t seem to stop touching herself. Moans were still coming out of mouth. Daddy walked out into the hallway and crouched down to me, about 13 at the time, when he saw me. He was maybe 30. He said “It’s okay. You can watch me and your mommy having fun. We like having fun with each other. It makes daddy’s cock bigger and makes your mommy’s pussy wet. It’s good for you baby!”

The next night, daddy came into my room and woke me up by dragging me by the panties to his room. This time, mom was still there. She was sleeping. He pulled me and my panties onto the bed, but they were ripped in half by the time I got there. Our house was big and the hallway was long. He brought me into bed to sleep with him and said I needed to take my panties off because that’s the only clean way to sleep. He kept his hand on my pussy all night long, but that’s all that happened.

But that was years ago. Me at 13 years old didn’t know what was going on. I honestly thought nothing of my dad and his loving behavior. I was his little girl, and he loved me.

Sometimes we had daddy/daughter only nights, where we would watch romantic movies and my dad would take me shopping. He liked to be the one to buy me my bras and underwear. He said I needed a man’s opinion, and he liked to make sure his baby girl felt sexy. Nobody ever argued with him when he came into dressing rooms with me as a girl of 14, because he was so charming and handsome. He just explained how he needed to help his little girl with these things, because I was so uncomfortable and I only liked to undress for him. They always found that endearing. Sometimes, daddy would take a picture or two on his phone of my outfits so that my family could give their opinion. He knows I need my brother and uncles approval before I buy anything. Daddy is what matters most, but they are good tie breakers. Back then, my daddy worshipped my body. He liked to massage me and tell me how much I was growing. He would tell me that men were going to be trying to get close to me with their cocks. I always knew nobody else’s cock would interest me. I was my daddy’s girl.

And now, I’m 21. Since high school I got a job at a hotel downtown and my dad comes to visit me a lot because I stayed close by in Nashville. I dress in a silk bunny dress and an apron, so I get hit on a lot. I like when daddy comes in because he doesn’t tell anyone who he is. He just scares off the perverts who want to touch me. I’m old enough to make him mine, but I know he’s too shy to get me on his own. There was one night, right after my 21st birthday. We’re at work and the clock strikes 2. I say “Daddy, i’ve never even taken one shot at work since my birthday. You have to take one with me!”

So i pour double shots of rumple mints and kiss him on the check.

“Oh you’re a lot of fun dad! That’s why I love when you visit me.”

I pour us two more.

And two more after that.

By now, I’ve pulled him behind the bar with me and start sliding the straps off of my costume. It’s so uncomfortable.

“Little girl, keep your clothes on! You’re at work. I need to take you home.”

He drove me home that night but the whole way home I was begging him to turn around. I wanted to go back to a bar and dance!

I just wanted to keep having fun!

So, when we got back to his house, something had clicked. He loosened his tie.

“You’re right. It’s too early. Let’s keep this night going…”

He went to the bar and poured us both cocktails.

“You’re old enough to drink now, so we can have as much fun as we want. Can’t we? Go pick out a song you like.”

I put on Rihanna and started dancing.

He was dancing too. “My little girl has some moves!! Show me whatcha got?”

I started to wiggle around with my ass out, grinding to the floor.

“Wow. Is that how you dance when you’re out, little girl? You look like you’re looking for trouble. You look like you’re a slut.”

I was shocked.

“DAD! Did you just call me a slut?”

“Well… no. I’m just saying you were getting really sexual. It looks like you’ve been fucked before Charlie!”

“Wow, dad! Clearly you like what you see!!”

“Charlie! Now I need to know. How many guys have you fucked!!?”

I sit down. Dad pulls me back up by the wrists.

“Dad. What do you want me to say? I like sex.”

“Oh do you, baby girl? Have you been stretching that pussy out?”

“Dad….”

“You don’t show me and I’m going to find out for myself anyway baby. Show daddy how much of a slut you are!”

Daddy threw me over his shoulders and took me to his bed. He told me to wait there and to be a good girl. I got comfy and snuggled up to the down comforter.

When he came out, he scooped me up off the bed into the bathroom. He told me to put on a triangle pastie twin top and triangle thong bottoms. He told me this was my mom’s swimsuit when she was a young slut. It’s only right that I put it on and suck some cock.

When I put it on and looked in the mirror, I could see my daddy sitting behind me with a big fat boner. He was in awe.

“Bend over for daddy.”

I did, of course.

“Daddy, I want to get into the bath.”

“Take off the suit first, then, baby.”

I did, of course.

As soon as we got into the water together, Daddy wouldn’t leave my nipples alone. He wanted to touch and feel them. I let him, of course.

Daddy had brought a bottle of champagne into the bathroom. He told me he wanted me to feel special. Mommy was out of town for the week on vacation with her friends.

“Baby girl, I want you to sleep with me tonight. There needs to be another woman in this bed. You know your mommy won’t sleep close to me anymore, right? Why don’t you get ready for bedtime and you can think about it while we go have a nightcap.”

I usually slept naked, so… I thought a crop top and boy shirts would be a good in between.

When I came out to the living room and laid down on the love seat, daddy walked up to me with a glass of vodka. I noticed he was only wearing his red plaid pajama pants with nothing underneath. He was doing that on purpose.

“OK girl, time to be straight with your daddy. Are you getting naughty with these boys at school? What’s going on at your parties? I’m sure people are fucking.”

“Ugh, dad.”

“What? You’ve got nice big tits and I’m sure you have a tight pussy. Those young cocks are gonna want to fuck you. Hard.”

It was true, obviously. I had gotten double fucked between classes more than once. But none of it was good enough. No dick was good enough.

But should I take daddy’s bait? Do I tell him about those young cocks? Yeah. I do.

“They have no idea what they’re doing.”

“Ohhh girl. You’ve tried them out haven’t you? Naughty.”

“Are you mad at me daddy?”

“No, baby girl. I like a slutty hole. Your mother won’t even open it up to me. I bet you’re tight and ready to get filled up.”

“Filled up?! Yeah right.”

He reached his hand over and reached to my panties, pulling them towards him.

“Open up your hole.”

Daddy grabbed my hand and took my through the sliding glass door and to the outdoor pool. we had two lounge chairs facing the water, right outside our doors.

The lights were on and the water was calm. A patio that was swarming with beer-soaking vacationers and kids by day was now ours.

He hopped into the shallow-er end, at about 4’. He pulled me in.

“Come on in, pretty baby.”

As soon as I was under water, he said… “Be a good girl and take off your top. Don’t worry, it’s nothing I’ve ever seen before. I bet you look just like mommy.”

I couldn’t say no… I saw my daddy’s cock get harder under his pants. He started to touch it. He was getting shameless, now.

“Oh god, baby those are some nice titties. Daddy loves when you show them off. Go ahead and swim around. Don’t forget your drink.”

I was giggling and floating around now, bouncing up and down so my tits shook.

Daddy sat back on a lounge chair and watched me, hand on his cock. He took it out of his pants and pulled down his waistband so he could jerk his cock and balls at the same time. He was rock hard. I couldn’t pretend not to stare, and he knew it. His cock had to be at least 6 inches, and it was thick. No wonder he was horny. He needed new pussy.

“Come over here baby girl.”

“Daddy! Get in the water with me. Please!”

“Aaaah” he moaned. “I love the view sweetheart. Daddy is so hard for you.”

“I see that…”

“You want to see me up close don’t you?”

“Yeah, I kinda do daddy… so what?”

“Don’t get sassy.”

“Sorry daddy.” I swam up to the curb of the pool and reached up to touch his leg. “Can you please come in the water? Just take your pants off. No one is going to see.”

“I don’t care if anyone sees. We’re just having a good time and nobody is gonna stop it. You love daddy daughter time don’t you baby?”

“You know I do.”

In one motion he pulled off his pants and slid into the water with me.

“Now this isn’t fair. Your daddy is totally naked and you have your bottoms on. Take them off, girl.”

He pulled them down for me, and I climbed out. Now i was naked too. He took my bikini bottoms and threw them on the chair. He then picked up our vodka glasses and clicked with me as we both took a drink.

“Drink it all, baby girl. Let’s have some fun!”

“I’m a lightweight daddy! Vodka makes me crazy.”

“That’s what i want, you little slut!”

He grabbed one of my ass cheeks, hard. He pulled me closer.

“You always wanted to see your daddy’s hard cock, didn’t you? You were always a horny little pervert. You loved watching me fuck your mommy. We kept you in the room because we knew how wet it got you. You got so wet we would find puddles. You came right along with mommy, didn’t you?”

“Daddyyyy!!”

I was a bit embarrassed. I’m sure all of this was true…

He took his other hand and started to play with my pussy.

“You used to play with your pussy just like this didn’t you? Every time I like you see my cock. Didn’t you baby?”

I moaned, quietly. He drank it up, moving closer to my ear to whisper, as he rubbed my clit.

“You’ve been thirsty for daddy’s cock for years. I know, baby girl. Maybe tonight is the night I let you have it.”

I moaned louder. He rubbed harder. I could feel his hard cock against my shaking leg.

“Oooh baby, you’re gonna open that wet hole up for daddy. I’m gonna take it whenever I want. You won’t need any other cocks anymore. Is that understood? No other cocks, just daddy’s.”

“Aaahhh, yes daddy. No other cocks.”

“Good girl. Now tell daddy what you want.”

“I need you to fuck me.”

“Ooooh naughty. I knew you were going to be a slut. Take another drink. Show daddy what you want.”

I turned to the wall of the pool, took the rest of his drink and spread my legs, pushing my ass into my daddy’s cock.

“I’m ready daddy.”

“Oh I bet you are, little slut. Baby girl bring that ass to daddy.”

He guided his cock into me within one or two seconds. I immediately started moaning and pushing myself further and further onto his hard cock. It was huge, perfect for me.

“Good girl, fuck that cock!”

He had a tight grip on my ass and was fucking me HARD. I was running out of breath.

“Keep that hole open for daddy. Come on and ride it! I know you want to! Work that ass baby girl.”

I let loose on his cock and felt his cock get even harder, somehow. I took ever inch. I was mesmerized by the waves we were making, almost losing consciousness. Daddy had my tits in his hands now and was whispering in my ear again.

“I bet you’ve never been fucked like this, little slut.”

“No daddy, never” I slipped out, with the little breath I had to spare.

I looked up and saw two guys with beers in their hands, sitting on the front porch chairs. They were leaned back and muttering to each other in raspy whispers that were full of testosterone and rage. They were clearly watching us.

“It’s okay baby, those are just a few of daddy’s friends. I told them we’d be here and they decided to stop by.”

I was too high to respond, or put up a fight. If they wanted to watch, fine. They could talk about it later and jack off.

“Don’t you dare stop baby girl. They came here to see a show.”

I looked up again with hazy eyes and noticed they both now had their cocks out. Their fully hard cocks were almost as big as daddy’s. I didn’t know my dad liked when men watched. God, he is just the horniest man. I love it. I love him.

“Come on girl, lets have you lay on a towel. We’re gonna switch it up.”

He lifted me out of the pool, one of the guys got up off a chair and daddy laid me down a towel before resting me on it. He spread my legs wider.

“You keep that hole open girl!”

He turned to each of the guys, cocks still hard in their hands.”

“You like what you see boys? My daughters got some good ass pussy, that’s for sure. How should I fuck her next? You know what, maybe we should full up another hole of hers. She needs it.”

Oh, god.

“Daddy i don’t know if I can take it.”

“You’ll take it, baby.”

Before i knew it daddy laid down, pulled me on top of him with force like he always did, and I was riding his cock again, my pussy dripping wet. I was never going to be able to say now to his cock.

I could feel daddy stretching my ass out. First he put one finger in, and I loved the extra jolt of juice in my pussy. He got to three fingers and I was moaning for him to keep going. Not two seconds later and I felt a cock ram my ass without warning. All 5 inches into my tight little asshole and I was moaning so loud a few lights went on in other rooms surrounding the pool.

“Shhh baby girl, relax. Just relax and open those holes. Doesn’t that feel good honey? You’re mommy won’t let us double stuff her anymore, so now that’s your job. You can do that can’t you little slut?”

“Yes, daddy. Ooooh this feels so good I want to cum.”

Boyfriend Rocky

  • Ahem let me grab some tissues 
  • Thats my bias list wrecker right there 
  • At first he’s all shy to talk to you and shit bc he prolly never had a crush before and he just stutters like hell just at the thought of you
  • You’re like Sanha’s friend or idk
  • And he first sees you with him 
  • And hes like oh wow who dis
  • He has a big mouth and kinda tells sanha 
  • And pretty much everyone else 
  • Then Sanha starts bringing you to hang out with the boys
  • Just to get you with rocky ofc lol 
  • But he’s so nervous to confess 
  • And is just nervous in general when he’s with you 
  • Like the boys start to bug him bc he’s talking too long wtf 
  • And he’s like WOW WOW THATS NO NO BOY WOW WOW WOW
  • But they bug him more and probably drag him towards you and be like “he’s got something to tell you” and run away laughing bc Satan’s children 
  • He’s all flustered omg 
  • And you just smile at him like “what is it?”
  • He shuts his eyes tight, “will you– w-WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME?” 
  • He blurts out so nervously that his voice cracks LOL 
  • You say yes ofc and you guys start dating 
  • What did we have before? Embarassed rocky? Not anymore
  • In fact it may be the other way round with you being the embarassed one bc he legit dances anywhere anytime
  • He’s so hyper and cheesy and playful someone stop this kid 
  • Like if you go to the amusement park
  • And that would be often 
  • He’d literally drag you with him on every game even those scary af ones bc he doesn’t give a fuck and finds everything fun
  • Calls you jagi yeobo baby babe honey and every pet name that exists
  • Skinship skinship and more skinship 
  • he can’t survive without clinging onto you 
  • He’s basically a koala
  • Kisses cheek kisses neck kisses forehead kisses and more 
  • He just has to touch you
  • Like even when youre just sitting in a waiting room or idk he’d be fiddling with your fingers 
  • Abs flashing holy shit 
  • Like you never knew he did have any bc he’s a squishy lil ball of squish 
  • But apparently he does and it’s hot 
  • Teases you the whole time 
  • “Honestly jagi dont you feel burdened that im too handsome? I mean all girls are all over me and i might look at one of the–”
  • “minhYUK STOP”
  • “Hahaha I’m kidding jagi you know i only look at you”
  • Possessive af when the other boys spend time with you 
  • “Hey hey hey hands off my property”
  • Dances to you ALWAYS and EVERYWHERE
  • like legit everywhere
  • In the house on the streets in the park on the waiting line
  • Writes rap about you
  • Sometimes even sings with his holy graced voice
  • And feels really embarrassed after 
  • You beg him to do aegyo bc he likes to appear cool 
  • But you just want to eat him when he acts cute 
  • BC HE’S SO PRECIOUS 
  • Choreographs special dances for your birthday 
  • Ice cream dates 
  • Just lots of them
  • His hypeness is contagious
  • And the hyungs have trouble controlling you guys 
  • You’re the happy viruses of the group 
  • He makes you happy and you make him happy and you’re just a really really happy cute couple
The Favorite Cousin, Okieriete Onaodowan x Reader

Prompt: Reader is Anthony’s cousin and get’s set up with Oak the first time they meet.

Words: 869

Author’s Note: Day 2 of the week of fics! I was almost positive I would’ve been off schedule by now but yay! Two fics in two days! Let’s do another one tomorrow! This is also very much a platonic anthony/reader story. MY FIRST OAK FIC YIKES.

Warnings: Much cursing (it’s Anthony, what did you expect?). Use of all female pronouns. Affectionately calling Reader a ‘bad bitch’.

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The enigma that was your cousin’s pure onstage talent always struck you whenever you had the chance to watch him perform. It took no one by surprise when he was cast in a show rumored to be shooting right to Broadway, least of all you.

You happened to find yourself in New York during this phenomenon, with an invitation to stay with Anthony and a ‘backstage pass’ to the show.

‘Backstage Pass’ in his mind meant he tugged you along and cooly said, ‘She’s with me,’ to the security at the stagedoor.

Although Anthony was your cousin, you often referred to him as your little brother. He grew up in a hard neighborhood, and he leaned on you quite a bit of support. He begged you to take him to after-school rehearsals, he practically reserved front row seats to every show he was in.

Today was no different. He was giving you star treatment, introducing you to anyone and everyone who so much as glanced your way; “This is Y/N, she’s my cousin, she’s the baddest bitch I know.”

This continued for quite a bit, a cycle of the introduction, light small talk, him ushering you to the next person. You were his parent meeting all his friends at a sugar-fueled kid’s birthday party.

He strutted to his dressing room, which he said he shared with two other guys.

“But I’m the most important one. Daveed thinks he is, but he ain’t shit.” He smirked, fishing in his pocket for his key. You busied yourself with learning the names on the plaque by the door.

Daveed Diggs. Easy enough.

Okieriete Onaodowan. Uh oh.

Your mind rushed with a million different pronunciations, wondering if it was worth the risk to butcher his name and maybe making the wrong impression on him.

Anthony propped the door open, ushering you in and casually greeting the two men conversing on the couch. You immediately knew which one was which. Daveed’s smile matched Anthony’s description of him perfectly: anyone who saw that smile thinks ‘that’s the most important man in the room’. His overly kind and slightly shy eyes told a slightly different story, though. You didn’t have time to inspect the other person before the usual introduction was put forth.

“This is Y/N, she’s my cousin. She’s the-”

“-baddest bitch you know. We got it. You told us a thousand times already.” Daveed rolled his eyes, shoving his hand out, “I’m-”

“Daveed.” You finished for him, grinning when he smiled in affirmation. You turned to the other one for the first time. He was built, probably could carry you and a ton of bricks with little problem. He had a soft smile, a strong jaw, and light in his eyes that immediately drew you in, “Okieriete?” You tried.

His smile split into a grin, exposing the tiniest of gaps in his front two teeth, making you feel like he was built simply to be loved by you. You had gotten it right.

“Bad bitch.” He pointed to you, using the ‘cute’ little nickname Anthony had given you to apparently everyone.

“If that’s what you wanna call me.” You teased.

There was a moment of silence as Anthony squinted back and forth between the two of you.

“God damnit.” He grumbled, recognizing all the signs. You glanced at Okieriete from under your eyelashes, swaying slightly in place, practically a cartoon caricature of yourself. You might as well have had hearts shooting out from your eyes.

Oak was a bundle of nerves, wringing his hands together to keep them busy, his bottom lip a permanent fixture between his teeth.

“I should’ve known.” Anthony tsk’ed to Daveed, who found everything about this situation hilarious. Anthony gave your back a slight push, encouraging you to take the seat next to Oak, who was already imagining a first date in his head. Dinner and drinks, casual but classy. Maybe dinner and ice cream? Were you lactose intolerant? What if you didn’t drink?

“Ay Papi, you’re gonna get ‘em tonight.” You encouraged Anthony, as you always did before you watched him perform. He rolled his eyes, unable to hide a grin as his fingers combed through his hair.

You leaned back in the couch, noticing Oak’s eyes on you. You quirked an eyebrow.

“Do you like ice cream?” You asked, taking the first step. He nodded, “Know any good places?” Another step, another nod. “You’ll show me?” Final step, final nod. “Good.”

“Good.” He affirmed, standing to take his seat in front of the wall-length mirror. He was much taller than he looked, which was certainly saying something.

Okay.” Anthony whined, “That’s enough.”

Aww…” You cooed, pushing yourself off the couch to pinch his cheek, “You know you’ll always be my favorite.” You grab his face, forcing a sloppy kiss to his cheek, just as you did as a teenager, much to his displeasure

You ran from his dressing room, narrowly avoiding the shower of hair ties he threw at you. You were nearly down the hall when you heard a frustrated mumble of, ‘I better be.’ from Anthony.

You laughed all the way to your seat, already planning a second date with Okieriete in your head.

EXO Wolf: Reaction to them finding their long lost sister, but she is injured and is a member of a cruel pack

Xiumin: *thoughts* ‘ whoever hurts my sister will die.’

Originally posted by daenso

Luhan: “Who you’re the pack who gave my sister all of those bruises on her arms and legs. Look at the sky, because it will be the last time you’ll see it”

Originally posted by minniedeer

Kris:
You (His sister): “Hey Kris! Why are your hands so bloody?”
“Nothing you need to worry about. Let’s just say your old pack won’t bother you anymore” 

Originally posted by wuyifanet

Suho: “Hey sis, let me take care of your cuts. Thank god I found you. You’re safe with me now” 

Originally posted by sooranghaes

Lay: *on his birthday, a few months after the incident* “I wish for my pack members to be healthy and well and my sister to stay by unharmed and healthy”

Originally posted by sehunoh

Baekhyun: “So you’re the alpha who tortured my sister. Prepare to see me often” 

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

Chen: *The alpha from the other pack begged chen to stop torturing him* 
“no can do. You tortured my sister, so I’m just doing what you did to my sister. Not so pleasant is it?”

Originally posted by sooranghaes

Chanyeol: *keep a close watch you * 
You: “Chanyeol, I’m fine now”
“I don’t want to lose you again” 

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

D.O: “You’re safe here. Don’t worry about anything. Are you hungry? Let me make you some food. What do you want to eat?”

Originally posted by sooranghaes

Tao: “I can’t believe you’re here with me.  I thought I lost you” 

Originally posted by pockysooo

Kai: “I missed so much. Let’s restart our memories together, sis” 

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Sehun: “Now that I got the pack that you were in out of the way, want to get something to eat?”

Originally posted by r-velvets

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Happy you’re here (3/?)

Summary: You didn’t actually know who you were, rescued from H.Y.D.R.A, you suffered Dissociative Amnesia. The Avangers helped you, now was time for you to help Bucky.  

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,385 (Yeah)

Warnings: Cursing, FLUFF. violence, blood mention, torture mention, angst(??????)

A/N: LOOK AT THAT, ALREADY???? Yep, i’m truly bored, people seemed to have liked the last chapter, dunno, but the truth is that I just really wanted to write this part and some angst YEs HAtE mE, well I also got so carried away that I had to cut this part in two - maybe three -, or otherwise would’ve been like +3300 words, and i’m still writing! So yeah, there’s that. Oh fuck it, i’ll post it all. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5


Originally posted by spacesebby


Bucky couldn’t believe that you were able to fall asleep with your head on his shoulder. He couldn’t believe that you felt comfortable enough around him to grab his hand and place it on your tight so it was better for you to take a nap. He just… could not believe.

“Don’t look so scared, soldier.” Natasha said, sitting on his other side, making him place his metal arm closer to his chest. Her trained eyes didn’t lose that movement, she smirked at him before whispering “Steve called you, but since you’re busy… He was just going to tell you to watch over Y/N while we are in there, she’ll be staying with you.”

He just nodded with his head, feeling uncomfortable being around Natasha, but – weirdly – relaxed with you touching him.

Nat got up, strolling a piece of your hair out of your face and smiling gently at you, even though you were sleeping

“She’s a precious thing, isn’t she?” That was the first time he saw that true side of Natasha, the one with emotions and not calculated to be perfect and to analyze everyone and everything.

“She is.” Natasha straighten her shoulders, putting her mask again and going to talk with Steve about the mission and where they were landing.

His hand tighten in your tight when you frowned your brows, gripping hard into his uniform and mumbled something he couldn’t understand in a different language

He wasn’t able to tell if it was in German, Portuguese, Italian, Spanish, French, he knew that at least it wasn’t Russian. However, even though he didn’t understand exactly what you were saying, he knew you were denying something.

“Y/N?” He whispered, afraid of waking you too suddenly, since he knew that it would be a pain in the ass to calm yourself down, especially when you were about to enter into a mission. You didn’t answer, just gasped and frowned your brows even more, leaving him with no choice but to use his metal hand to poke you lightly in your cheek “Hey, Doll…”

“Huh?” You groaned, stopping the nonsense words and soften your grip in his uniform, sliding your hand down to stroke his arm, as if he was the one that needed comfort. Obviously, you were still half-asleep, your eyes were still closed and your head still on his shoulder.

“I think we are almost there.” He said – for his own surprised – softly to you, even if you didn’t ask him to wake you up before they got there, to give you time to recover from your nap

“Thanks, Buck.” You mumbled, yawning right after slipping away from him. Bucky even tried to slip his hand off of you, but you thought it was quite pleasant his big hand in you thigh, heating it. So, you slid your hand on top of his – as if you didn’t –, while with the other you itched your eyes. Buck hell sure felt surprised by your boldness, by how you did it as if you didn’t actually done, neither cared about keeping his hand on your thigh.

“Look if it isn’t Sleep Beauty awake! What, the prince charming here kissed you, already?” Sam mocked, making you giggle and tease back

“Prince Charming is Cinderella’s prince. Phillip is Sleep Beauty’s prince; go watch the movies before so you’re sure about the nickname, Tweet.”

“Are you inviting me to a cinema night, hottie?” You just laughed at the usual flirty Sam, you knew he was only messing around and you did indeed always – jokely – flirt back

“You tell me, handsome.” Bucky slowly slid his hand off of yours, while you and Sam glanced at each other, controlling your laughs.

Natasha, noticing Bucky’s weird gaze, interfered with a surprised smirk, her mind already planning a way to get you to tell her that you at least thought Buck was cute.

“Y/N, stop your games with Sam. Steve wants to talk with you, now that you’re awake.”

“All right, Nat. You don’t have to be jealous; you know my heart is only yours.” You mocked, passing by her and hugging her by her waist and almost singing the last part.

“I knew that you turned me down for some reason!” Pietro’s voice was heard somewhere on the jet, making you all – Buck included – laugh. He liked the atmosphere, how you made him interact with the others, even though he stayed away.

“Just go already, you little flirty thing. And you, Sam, stop teaching her these kind of stuff.” Natasha laughed slightly while you entered more the jet, searching for your “old man”.

“If you’re going to tell me to hide behind someone I’ll use you as a shield to the bullets.” Clint and Steve giggled at your groan, but Captain just denied with his head and pointed at the table, showing you the plant of the base

“Is not that. Well, since you didn’t accept staying in the jet, I went through the plan and decided that you and Bucky would be better together, you’re good at looking at others back and since Natasha and I will be the ones to search your files, I thought you two would make a good pair.” I kept looking to the plant, trying to memorize everything I could about there.

“Okay, where will my sister and Pietro be?” You ask, Wanda smiled at the back of the jet, hearing you talk about her with her powers.

“They’ll be the ones covering me and Nat’s back, you and Buck will cover theirs and ours while you clear this and the others floors.” Steve pointed at the floor you were supposed to be “So we’ll make our way up to you two and help to clear the rest of the facility. Tony, Vision and Sam will clear the upper floors, Clint will be flying here and helping occasionally.” You sighed in relief; you hated to see Clint of all people entering dangerous missions, because you had met his kids and wife.

“Ok. But what if we found prisoners?”

“We don’t think that they have any in there, Natasha tried to hack them, and she didn’t found anything about new victims before they shut her down.” You agreed, reviewing the entire plan again in your head “Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t put yourself in unnecessary danger again and please follow my orders.” Steve almost begged at you, probably remembering your last mission with him and Clint.

“Oh c’mon! It was just one time, and I didn’t even harm myself that much!”

“You broke your hand, lost more blood than possible, broke three ribs and almost fell from a 39’4 foot tall building!” You chuckled and shrugged your shoulders

“But at least Clint got in time, and with no bruises, to his’s son birthday party.”

“You mean the one you were invited to and that I had to explain to Cooper that “Auntie Y/N” didn’t show to his birthday party just so I could look good at the family’s photo?” You chuckled again, hearing Steve huff

“But you can’t say I didn’t give him a hell of a present.” Steve crossed his arms in front of his chest, glancing sharply at you “I gave him his father to his birthday.”

“Okay, show off, we get it. You’ll do anything to protect everyone; just don’t get yourself killed on the process, all right?” Clint said, and you nodded with your head, turning again to the base draw, a weird feeling filling your chest.

“I’ll talk to Buck; see if he’s really okay with entering an H.Y.D.R.A facility.” Steve murmured when seeing you weren’t going to leave there until you recorded every corner of the place, even though he knew it wouldn’t take you long to.

“Hey, guess who will be waiting for us when we get back?” Clint asked

“Sorry, Katniss. I forgot to bring my crystal ball.” He chuckled at the sassy you, knowing it was a way for you to hide how nervous you were and also because he interrupted your “recording process”.

“Your boyfriend.”

“Which one of them?” He laughed loudly while you were still with your eyes pierced at the map in front of you.

“Parker. He’ll spend a week with you guys; Tony thinks that Peter might be the one to beat you at a training.”

“Really? What makes he think that?”

“The fact that the boy has super strength, spider things and shit.”

“He also has a nice ass.” You murmured, smiling when finished your study

“You are a little pervert thing, you know that, right? Please, don’t harass Peter.”

“Can’t promise that, you know how I feel about cute, shy, awkward people.” He chuckled while you left with a smirk in your face, being surprised when Buck’s face appeared in your mind.

You smiled at yourself when remembered the face he did when you kept his hand where it comfortably was, you thought that he looked cute looking shocked.


When you all arrived at the facility, you took a deep breath, trying to control yourself and be there. Your family’s life was also in your hands, focus and attention.

“Buck, Y/N, you two enter first, than Wanda and Pietro, than me and Natasha.” You heard from the speaker in your ear, nodding and making your way to the place with The Winter Soldier by your side.

You didn’t want to cause too much attention when at first there was just you and Bucky in there, so you just silently brought down each person there with the help of your teammate.

“Nat is bringing down the security system alarm. Y/N, Wanda and Pietro are coming in as soon as you two are able to tell how safe it is.” You heard as your hand grabbed a men’s face, tapping his mouth to stop him from screaming and shit, while you kicked behind his knee and made him pass out with a single strike.

Your eyes met an amazed blue ones, but you just pointed at the two last men on the floor before a door that leaned to where the others were going to enter. Buck nodded with his head and was head to fight one while you took other, quietly, but the loud screams and gunshots at the upper rooms made you sighed.

“Thanks fucking a lot, Tony.” You Sam giggle while the both men turned screaming something when they saw that theirs partners were all down. They started shooting when Bucky and you protected yourselves, you moved fast, shooting at both men and running with light steps at the door. “soră mai mică, your turn.”

“Coming.” Buck stayed at the other side of the door, still amazed by how you were fast on the trigger and with your body. He knew you had powers, since he asked Steve about you, but you didn’t like using them.

A few seconds later, the door was ripped from it’s place and Bucky and you entered the place, cleaning what you could for the siblings. They began fight too, Pietro knocking down whom he could with his speed and Wanda throwing men to all sides.

A bullet passed right in front of Pietro’s face to a man that was going to shoot him in the head, he glanced at your angry face.

I’ll pay more attention, sorry, Y/N” He said while continuing to clean the floor.

What happened?” Steve voice was a little tense, but you just ignored and sticked to the plan, making your way to where you were supposed to.

Nothing new, just my beloved future wife saving my ass.” Natasha giggled at Pietro’s voice, she knew that you wouldn’t give him a chance, since you could only see him as a little brother, as someone that needs to be taken care of.

“You wish, shithead.” You used your elbow to hit one of them in the face, lowering your arm to lock his, grabbing his gun and kicking him to the floor. “Steve, Nat.” You warned, continuing to make your way with Bucky.

Captain was right; you two did make a good pair. You protected his back, he protected yours, and you both moved synchronized, as if you two had been partners before.

Maybe was the training that H.Y.D.R.A provided, but Steve was still surprised that you both made to where he said in less time that he expected.

“We are coming in. Y/N, Bucky, change of plan. Y/N, remember the entry you saw that give to the labs?”

You even ask?” A giggle came out between heavy breaths, well you were fighting at that very moment. You broke the men’s wrist to make him drop the knife and made him kneel while he screamed “What about it?”

I need you two to go there and destroy what you can while you search for files about others victims, see if there is anyone that need saving.”

“Can you two go without our help?” You asked, dodging kicks and punches just so you can come closer to Bucky.

Yes, mom.” You laughed at his ironic voice and finished with another one, pointing with your head to where Bucky should go. You didn’t touch him, knowing that if you did, he would punch you because of his “fight” state.

“Buttercup, let’s go!” You called, finally getting his attention. He walked to you, but he didn’t see one of the men lift a gun and shoot.

You were fast in kicking, with all your strength, Buck’s chest. Making him get out of your way and lose his balance a little confused, you felt a sharp, blazing pain in your shoulder when you lowered your gun after shooting the men.

A groan left your mouth when you pressed the injure to stop the blood from coming out

“Fuck!” The second Bucky understood what happened, he got close to you again, checking you with a worried gaze in his eyes.

What happened?” Bruce voice was heard, when The Winter Soldier opened his mouth to say ‘Y/N got shot’, you were quicker.

“Nothing, I hit my ass on a balcony.” You continued your walk with Buck at your side, looking for more threats while glancing constantly at you.

You felt the shoulder of your black suit soak with blood, but ignored when entered the labs, paralyzing with the vision of a familiarity. The scars on your back started to burn as you looked at one point of the lab, the cells.

Luckily, they were empty. So you just shaked your head and started to search what you needed, Buck stood behind you, trying to pull the fabric of your suit so he could see the wound, but by reflex, you grabbed his hand and turned pointing the gun at his face.

He didn’t hesitate in ignore the gun to pull the fabric while you apologized and turned again to continue your chase, allowing him to take a look.

“Is it too bad?” You asked, ignoring the pain to do your work

“No, the bullet passed right through.”

“Yay.” He chuckled at your cheered impression, deciding to help you “Steve, the labs are empty and there is nothing here. What do you want us to do?”

“Remember when I said we could do without you guys? Well…” You two laughed at his tone

“We are coming to rescue you, Steve.” Bucky liked the way you said ‘we’, but obviously he ignored the warm feeling in his chest, thinking that it was caused by the adrenaline

Oh, we are good. Wanda is taking care of everything, but Sam, Tony and Vision might use a little help.”

“Sir, yes, sir.” And Steve was out, you didn’t know that he and Natasha were painfully watching a video of you in there, when you were still just a kid. 

The Captain locked his jaw with the vision of you being whiped with something that had metal, sharp points 

“What do we do with it? Do we destroy?” Nat asked to Steve, making sure nobody else listened to it

“No” he sighed, knowing that you would punch him if he didn’t give you the choice to watch it or not “save it on the flash drive and then, destroy it.” She nodded and saved everything they were there for, Bucky and you already helping your teammates.

We are done here, we got everything we need. Everyone to the jet now! Tony, you know what to do.” You smiled at Bucky and made your way to the closest way out, that in that case was a window.

You jumped, seeing that it wasn’t a big height from the floor you were to the ground. But obviously, you forgot about your injured shoulder, so when you rolled to cushion the fall, you let out a painfully groan and stood on your knees, waiting for Buck to jump. He did the same as you, the exact movements but without the groan part.

“Are you too hurt?” He asked, helping you to get up while you denied with your head, smiling gently at him.

“No, but Steve will make me be.” He let a relieved laugh come out and you were the one breathless, that time. His expression was relaxed and even a little tired, but wasn’t grumpy.

You two went to the jet waiting, but dodging Pietro’s quick hand. He tried to use his fast speed to carry you in the arms when he saw you were bleeding

“What happened?” Wanda asked worried, helping you sit down while Bruce were already starting to work on your injury.

“I got shot, but don’t worry. The bullet came out and it doesn’t hurt that much.” She sighed and kissed your forehead, siting on your other side, since Pietro was already stroking your hand from the sit next to you.

“I was the one supposed to take the bullet.” Bucky said shortly, giving space so Bruce could take care of the wound.

“Yep. But it was going to hit your spine, and even if you’re a super soldier, I think it would make a big mess.” He still didn’t understand why you took the shot for him, he never experienced that before. Beside Steve, he wasn’t used to that kind of affection and with somebody taking care of him. “That reminds me, sorry for kicking you. But I’m pretty sure that I wouldn’t be able to push you.” He smirked with your flirty tone; even he was able to tell.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N. Calm your hormones down, Woman!” Sam said, making you giggle and wink at Bucky before he went back to his previous sit.

“You’re luck it didn’t hit anything important, Y/N.” Bruce said serious, giving you a harsh – but worried – glance. “Did something happened there? You seem more off than usual.”

“No, not at all.” You forced a smile, not wanting to give Steve the word. You would never admit that the labs made you remember something, and hell sure you weren’t going to sleep that night.

“Do you want something for pain?” He asked, not wanting to pressure you, knowing that when you were ready you would tell him.

“No, thank you, Bruce.” He stroked your head before you got up and kiss both Pietro and Wanda cheeks, seeing that they were worried. “I’m ok, don’t worry.”

You smiled before going to sit next to Bucky, giving him time to get used to your sudden approach.

“Thank you.” He finally said, for your surprise.

“I told you, any time, love.” He grinned and you grabbed his arm gently “Is it ok if I use you as a pillow again?” Bucky studied you for a while before nodding with his head and looking straight to the jet’s sit in front of him.

You weren’t going to sleep, just pretend so no one would bother you. He didn’t know that, so he got surprised when in the middle of the travel back you stroked slightly his arm again. You couldn’t help, you were a clingy person. You liked human contact and hugs, kisses, touches, the warm and soft feeling of someone’s body… Maybe it was because your whole life you hadn’t be able to feel those things.

You crossed your legs and tried to find a more comfortable position, Bucky sighed and with all his courage, he moved his hand so it stayed on your thigh again. A smirked formed in your lips as you slid your hand to his, kind of hugging his arm, and hell, if that wasn’t the most comfortable thing ever, you didn’t know what was.