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“A Wish for 100″

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Midnight strikes, officially marking Bucky’s 100th birthday. You surprise the super-soldier with a small treat and a gift that has potential to change everything.

A/N: ending the last few hours of the day by wishing a happy 100th to our sweet plum, bucky barnes! // i wrote this in 7 minutes (i timed myself, hurrah) so it’s an incoherent mess. i’ll probably delete this sometime next week xx

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Bucky leans against the headboard of his bed, bringing the covers closer to his body before crossing his arms against his chest. He watches as the second hand of the clock make its way around, hypnotically ticking away.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

In a few minutes, he’ll be 100-years-old, and it baffles him that he’s been on this planet for a century. He’s outlived his parents, his contemporaries, and everything he considered to be home. His age isn’t something he’s too keen on, especially since he’s spent over half of those “one hundred years of life” as a brainwashed weapon for a terrorist organization.

Birthdays are still a weird concept, and he prefers to not make a big deal out of them. He’s requested his teammates to treat it like any other day, and he doesn’t want any special attention. Lucky for him, the Avengers members with a flare for surprises and events are on a mission, and hopefully the rest of the team will oblige to his request.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

His breath hitches.

It’s midnight.

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My fake boyfriend Part 1

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1056.

Warnings: Angst your ex is an ass, fuffly Bucky is a cute pie.

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.

Originally posted by sebjpeg

Bucky wakes up with someone shaking his shoulders, he groans annoyed not ready to get up yet “Leave me alone, Steve, I’m not gonna run with you today.” He hears someone laughing, he swears that is your laughter “It’s not Steve… it’s me.”

He opens his eyes, he sees your face in front of him and it feels almost like a dream having you in his bed “What are you doing here, doll?” You smile weakly at him “Sorry, Sam let me in; I just need to talk to someone.”

His hands brush your cheek; he can’t help but stare at your lips “It’s okay, I love having you here and after all you are my favorite neighbor. So tell me, what’s wrong?” He is surprised when you pull him to a tight hug and stay in his arms for a few minutes.

“This came through the mail today … I feel weird.” He takes the paper from your hands and he sees that is an wedding invitation inside of it there is a letter, he knows that something is wrong when the letter starts with a nickname that you hate.

Once he accidently called you by this nickname and you begged him to never call you by that again. He recognize your ex name on the invitation as he starts to read the letter.

 “I know that you are surprised to hear from me, especially after our brake up. Well, I am going to get married; yes, you know that you are open to the invitation, but I am not gonna keep this long.

I DON’T WANT YOU THERE, my mother made me invite you because of our family history. She thought that would be awkward with your whole family there, but I don’t care.

It’s being two years, nobody is going to care if you don’t show up, not even your family.

Nobody wants to see the sad groom’s ex-girlfriend drinking and eating her feelings. Do us both a favor and ignore that this invitation ever existed.”

Bucky never knew what happened between you and your ex, he only knew that things ended badly, really bad. “Doll, he is an asshole… how are you feeling?” You shrug, honestly you don’t know what you felling “I think I am hurt, not because he is getting married … but the letter. That hurts; the worst part is that he is right. I am single, since I move out of that city I’ve never went back and I barely talk to my family.”

Bucky gets up from his bed, leading you to the living room where he offers you a cup of coffee. You sigh feeling desperate “What should I do, Bucky?” Bucky takes a sip of the coffee, liking the bitterness of the hot beverage and thinking what he can say to give you comfort.

“Well, doll, you can be mature and rsvp a no and let this go… or you can show up there with your hot boyfriend and have the time of your life.” You smile at him “That would be great if I had a hot boyfriend.”

Bucky smiles at you, he looks like he has a brilliant idea “You might not have a boyfriend but you have something better… you have me.” You choke at your coffee; you feel your checks getting red “What?”

“Think about it, I know you better than anyone and I am very charming. I am a great dancer and I look great on a suit. I would be the perfect fake boyfriend.” This doesn’t sound a good idea, you think. “Are you sure, Bucky? We would have to catch a plane, pretend to be in love in front of my family and we would have to spend a lot of time together.”

He nods, maybe you could do this and maybe…Just maybe everything can go well “Okay, I will call my mother and buy our plane tickets.” You kiss his cheek and say good bye, mentality preparing yourself for the phone call you are about to have.

“Your crush is showing.” Bucky turns around and sees Steve standing on the door way with a stupid grin on his face “Shut up, she needs help and I wanted to help.” Steve laughs sitting by his side “Sure, tell that to yourself. “ Steve says ironically.

“Come on, man, her ex was being an ass with her and she looked so sad. “ Bucky says honestly, Steve puts his hand on Bucky’s shoulder “Well, pretty girls were always your weakness;” Bucky feels angry with this comment, he knows that in the past he was a lady’s man but now he is far from it.

As if his luck couldn’t get any worse he hears Sam’s voice “If you only want to help her, I can be her fake boyfriend. I am much nicer and handsome than you.” He looks at Sam annoyed “Calm down, man, keep the winter soldier down. She is all yours.”

“She is only my friend, it’s just pretend. We’re gonna be in the same hotel, I will hold her hand and kiss her forehead. In the wedding we are gonna dance and I’m not gonna let her drink too much.”

Steve and Sam didn’t seem to believe in him, all day they kept teasing him about how in love he was with you and how he should not kill your ex boyfriend maybe just hurt him a little or a lot “Hey, Barnes, your fake girlfriend is here to see you.”

He thanks Sam and sees you sitting on his couch “What are you doing here, doll? You are already breaking up with me?” He asks ironically, but afraid that maybe you are giving up on him already.

“I was talking to my mom. She insists that we stay at home and not in a hotel.” He is feeling relived, you relax a little when you see that he did not freak out “What is the problem? Your parents are gonna make us sleep in separate bedrooms.”

“No, they won’t, they don’t care, honey, but this is not all. My parents are paying for our plane tickets and… we are living tomorrow morning.” This time Bucky takes a deep breath, he wasn’t expecting to be your boyfriend that soon. God, what he got himself into?

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Evermore

Summary: Loosely inspired by the song “Evermore” from Beauty and the Beast. Bucky had it all planned out. He spent days planning the perfect proposal - the perfect proposal for the perfect girl, but things don’t always go according to plan. 

Word Count: 1,731

Warnings: Angst


Originally posted by trevanterhodes


Bucky fidgeted with the velvet jewelry box nervously, pausing every now and then to glance back at the door to his apartment. Any moment, Y/N would come walking through, her warm smile lighting up the apartment. Hers was the smile that somehow managed to steal into his melancholy heart, the smile that melted the layers of frost and gave way to spring, the one that nurtured the tiny, fragile seeds of love little by little until they blossomed.

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This Is War [5]
Request: jealous!bucky where he tries to outdo the guy in everything and its just ridiculous and funny (Again, wasn’t sure if this was an ACTUAL request, but I thought it would be fun as one :p)


Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1154

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, some language

A/N: I feel like this part is also a little boring, but I gotta move stuff along somehow! Hopefully y’all enjoy it! Thank you for reading!! Feedback is always appreciated :)

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Perfect

A/N: so i got three requests from @charlesgrey1875, @meep-meep22 , and @sebatianstanisbae and they all wanted a jealous bucky. the ending is based off of ed sheeran’s new song perfect. 

Pairing: bucky x reader

Word Count: 1689

C'mon Steve! That’s not fair!” Y/N yelled as she tried to reach for the bag of candy Steve was holding above her head. Steve chuckled as he watched her start to jump up and down, stretching her arm up as far as it could go but it never came near the bag.

Steeeve,” Y/N whined, eventually growing tired of jumping and crossed her arms over her chest.

“You stole my bag last time,” Steve answered, like it was the perfect justification for why he had the bag.

“It was an accident!” Y/N exclaimed, uncrossing her arms and throwing them in the air in frustration.

“Yeah well, should have looked more carefully before pulling something out of the cabinet,” Steve replied, still holding the bag above her head.

“What’s going on here?” Another voice entered the kitchen. Sam and Bucky had just finished their workout and planned to have a relaxing snack but instead found two bickering children.

“He stole my candy!”

“She stole mine first!” Steve slowly lowered his arm, cautious of Y/N and her fast cat like reflexes.

“Seriously?” Sam asked as he raised an eyebrow, “you guys are fighting over a bag of candy?”

“It’s not any bag of candy it’s my favorite,” Y/N responded.

“Which happens to be my favorite as well,” Steve added, opening the bag and watching Y/N squint her eyes in annoyance as she hears the crinkle of the bag.

“Unbelievable,” Sam muttered before walking towards the fridge. “Like an old married couple,” he said under his breath not expecting anyone to hear him. But two people did and both had super soldier hearing. Bucky grunted as he looked between Steve and Y/N, unsure of what to do or even say. He wanted to tell Steve off, to yell at him for teasing Y/N and to remind him that he had a crush on her, not Steve. But he didn’t, instead Bucky grabbed the bottle Sam offered him, clenched his jaw tight and left but not before giving Steve a quick side eye.

“What’s his problem?” Y/N asked curiously at the interaction.

“You,” both Steve and Sam said.

“Me?” Y/N could hardly believe it. The man that she had slowly started to fall in love with had a problem with her. She let out a sniffle and wiped a stray tear from her eye before excusing herself without letting her friends explain why Bucky had a problem with her.

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Truth Or Dare

Pairing: John Winchester x Reader
Word count: 1,397
Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex. Cussing.
Challenge:  This was written for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog’s Mimi’s Trope Challenge. My trope was Truth or Dare/Never Have I games

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Obsessed| Part ONE


Negan x Y/N x Daryl

Words: 1253

Summary: The reader is the 20 years old daughter of Rick, in a relationship with Daryl for some months now. When Negan killed Abraham and Glenn, Daryl attacked him because Negan was interested in you.

Warning: Coming Chapters contain smut, drugs and suggested rape

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Everything started so good. This day started so good. We all were happy, we all were safe and now, nothing good was left. 

I was scared but I guess this was normal in a situation like this. We were on our knees, surrounded by those men, who pointed their guns to our heads and the worst part was: All my loved ones were here and could die, everyone except Judith. My baby sister could lost her whole family right now, this thought made me sick.

“Calm down, Y/N. I am here, I won’t let anyone hurt you,” Daryl whispered, who was kneeling next to me and I tried to calm down, but it wasn’t that easy. I just was happy he was here. So many days we were separated and I had hoped to see him today again. My wish came true, but this wasn’t what I imagined.

“You can’t promise something like that,” I whispered and looked to my dad, who was next to Carl. Jesus, when I lose one of them I would die.

“Pissing our pants yet?” Scared I looked to the man, who got out of a bus and in his hand he had a fucking baseball bat, “Boy, do I have a feeling we’re getting close. It’s gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon.” Shit. All I could thought about was that this guy here was completely crazy. He smiled like something great just happened, walked to the circle, where our people were kneeling and I knew exactly who he was. This has to be Negan. The real Negan.

“So, which of you pricks is the leader?” The man who took all our weapons pointed to my father and I closed my eyes, when the man I was fucking sure about he was Negan, walked to him. My strong father, who was my little hero my whole life, he was pale and I never saw him this scared. He wasn’t scared he might could die, no, he was scared because everyone knew we won’t make it out alive, not all of us.

“…give me your shit or I will kill you,” Negan said in a cold voice to my dad, “Today was career day. We invested in a lot, so you would know who I am and what I can do. You work for me now. You have shit, you give it to me. That’s your job. Now, I know that is a mighty big, nasty pill to swallow, but swallow it you most certainly will. You ruled the roost. You built something. You thought you were safe. I get it. But the word is out. You are not safe. Not even close. In fact, you are pegged, more pegged if you don’t do what I want. And what I want is half your shit.” He started to walk and looked at each one of us. When he was in front of me I drop my gaze. I didn’t want to look into his eyes. I didn’t want to see his face in the nightmares I have and I had many of them, every single fucking night. I saw walkers, I saw the dead and the faces of men like him, who were just crazy. Without Daryl I would have lost my mind a long time ago.

“You don’t really think that you were gonna get through this without being  punished, now, did you?,” Negan asked amused and I could hear my heart breaking into pieces. He will kill us all. I looked to Maggie, one of my best friends, pregnant, she deserved so much better and now she could die and even if Negan won’t kill her or us, she might die tonight, she wasn’t in a really good settle.

“So now… I’m gonna beat the holy hell outta one of you,” he said happily and I was glad when Daryl took my hand in his one, even when his grip was painful but he tried to calm down, before he might do something stupid. I knew him very well to see that he was about to do some mistakes. Negan walked from my father to Abraham and over to Carl, who looked to this dangerous man like he was about to kill him. Jesus, my family was crazy.

“Shit kid, lighten up. At least cry a little.” Nope Carl won’t cry. My little brother had more guts than I could ever have, but I just saw so much more pain in my life. I was broken, not completely but a part of me just was broken. I was too much in my own thoughts and when Glenn screamed ‘No’ I just was confused about what happened when Negan’s men pushed him back in line. At least Negan showed mercy and didn’t kill him right now for this move.

“All right listen. Don’t any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions. First one’es free, it’s an emotional moment I get it,” Negan explained and in the moment he decided to sing a fucking song and chose in that way who is going to die, I closed my eyes, let my hair fall in front of my face like a curtain and tried not to cry when Negan stopped his little game “and you… are… it.” I opened my eyes, saw it was Abraham and closed my eyes again when I heard the other cry, when I heard the sound of his head squishing and I thought I’m gonna puke but I managed it. Abraham was dead. I started to cry with this thought and opened my eyes slowly, looked horrified to all the blood and how Negan stopped hitting Abraham’s head which wasn’t even a head anymore.

“Look at my dirty girl,” he laughed, meant his baseball bat Lucille he introduced earlier  and I winced when Negan suddenly looked to me, “Oh sweetheart, you hid your pretty face from me and now look at you. A beauty with doll eyes.” He smiled and I had no idea what I should do. Now I looked to the man who was able to kill us all, who just killed Abraham for fun and I imagined a monster, but he was just a handsome man with the smile of the devil. I didn’t know what to do when he looked to my hand which was still clasped with Daryl’s.

“Was he a friend of yours?”, Negan asked amused and scared I look to my father, who looked like he will pass out soon.

“Y-yes,” I answered and winced even more, when he stroke a strand of my hair back and I saw that Daryl will explode in some seconds. O god we will die.

“And your name is?”
“Y/N,” I said quietly and Daryl shouted: “Get the hell away from her!”

“Daryl!,” I whispered scared and Negan started to laugh.

“You worried I could find interest in your little girl? Because you are damn fucking right when she looks at me with this big fucking eyes, I just wanna take her and…” That was too much. Daryl jumped up, released my hand and hit Negan in his face. I started to scream and just felt how Michonne grabbed my arm, pushed me back, when Negan’s men took Daryl to one of his cars. Negan’s attention went to Glenn and the punishment for Daryl’s action was Glenn’s dead. 

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99 Problems (10/10)

Summary : You are an agent that worked alongside the Avengers , with an unusually close friendship with Captain Rogers. What happened when he reveals his true feelings for you before you leave on an undercover mission?  By the time you return from the mission, you’ve missed the events of Civil War.  What happens when you come home and most of your friends are gone? And when they return?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Avengers x Reader.

Warnings: Swearing, SMUT, flirting, fluff, ( NSFW gifs ahead !;))

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                                                       Chapter 10

You don’t even get one foot onto Buckys floor before his lips are on yours again. He lifts you, carrying your through his floor to his room , dropping you on his bed with a bounce . He falls over you , resting his weight on his elbows as he continues kissing you .  You both are naked in within moments, clothes flung all over his room .   Bucky is placing kissing down your body , when he hits your wet heat, he licks  a line down your slit to your aching pussy . His tongue teases at your opening, making you grip onto his sheets .

“Bucky , plea-”

 You release a filthy moan as he dives right in . He thrusts his tongue in a few times, before moving to suck your clit into his mouth . He bring his finger into play, plunging it into you as his tongue laps at your folds.  You’re a whimpering mess, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. You feel the knot in your stomach about to break , but suddenly his mouth disappears.  He moves up your body, his lips locking with yours as his fingers start rapidly thrusting . You can taste yourself on his tongue, it makes you want him even more. You roll over on top of him, his hand leaving your heat to grip your waist. You grind yourself against his hard cock, soliciting moans from both of you .

You lift yourself, reaching down to grab his cock and tease your folds with it. You finally sink down on him, feeling the perfect burn of him stretching you .

“ Fuck doll, I don’t think ill ever get tired of how good you feel around me. ” he moans into your neck. You tilt his head, leaning down to kiss him as you begin slowly lifting yourself . You drop yourself back down, his tip hitting you perfectly as you do .  You speed up, bouncing yourself in his lap as he lays back, watching your chest bounce as you ride him .

Originally posted by couplenotes

“ Fuck yourself on me baby , harder.“  You start slamming yourself down on him, as he start meeting your thrust with his own . His hands wander up your body , taking them in his hands so he can roughly squeeze them . You let out a loud moan at the feeling . His hands slide back down , holding onto your hips as he flips you onto your back .  His grip stays tight on your hips as he starts pounding into you , your back arches as he hits you from a new angle, inching closer towards your orgasm.

” Bucky please!“

His hips start to stutter, but his pace stays animalistic,

” Come on baby, I’m right behind-“

Originally posted by couplenotes

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence, you topple into your orgasm and that triggers his .  You feel yourself clamp down around him, pulling him right along with you . You both moan out at the feeling of each others finish   . After a moment, he collapses on the bed beside you , his breathing as frantic as yours. He pulls you to him, your back pressing against his chest , you feel him nuzzle into your hair with a sigh .

I could get use to this.


  1 year later

 ” You have your own level for a damn reason ! No one wants to see this !“  Sam shouts . You scramble off of Buckys lap, nearly falling off the couch in the process. Your cheeks are bright pink from being caught making out like teenagers with your boyfriend .

Originally posted by lovershub

” Fuck off Sam . If you ever get a girl , youll be the same way .“ Bucky says as he tries to tug you back into his lap. You swat his hand away,

” Sorry Sammy.“

” You’re suppose to be out of the honeymoon phase by now ! What is wrong with you two!“

” Would you be able to keep your hands off her if she was your girlfriend?“ Bucky asks him

 Sam takes a second to think , a smirk forming on his face as he does. You can only imagine what Sam is picturing in his head right now,

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” Whatever youre thinking, stop it right now you perv!“  you say through your laughter .

He raises his hands in mock surrender, ” Hey , he planted the seed .“ he tries to justify . You roll your eyes as the two begin their usual cat fight .  Johnny enters the common room, walking right past Bucky and Sam to sit next to you .

” Do they ever stop? “  he asks, watching as the two continue yelling.

” Nope . I think they have a set time everyday for this. “ You roll your eyes when you think of how many times this last year you’ve sat in this very seat watching them to go at it.  You  continue watching, Bucky flicks Sam on the nose making you snort at how offended Sam gets . He dives at Bucky, both of them tumbling to the floor .  Oh for fucks sake.  

Originally posted by scrapbookofdemigods

You groan , moving  to separate the two . When Bucky rolls away from Sam , something falls from his pocket as they begin tumbling around the floor again.  As you get closer, you see its a tiny black box.  What in the - Your thoughts stop as you pick up the box & open  it .

” Y/n, don’t!“ Bucky yells, shoving Sam off him to launch himself at you . It was too late though , your eyes are glued to the beautiful diamond ring hidden inside the box.  Your eyes flicker to Buckys,

” Oh shit” Sam&Johnny say at the same time.

“ I-you - this isn’t how it was suppose to go !“ Bucky sighs . You’re still speechless and staring at him .

” Doll don’t freak out , “ he says, taking the box from your hand ,” lets just forget about this for-“
” Ask me.“  Your voice is barely above a whisper . Buckys face lights up at your words, he falls to one knee, holding the  box open infront of you .

” Y/n -“’

” YES. “

"Doll that’s not how this works.” he chuckles,

“ Place that damn ring on my Finger or I swear to God- ”

 He slides the ring on your finger, then pulls you into a kiss before you can finish the threat.  Applause and cheering erupts from behind you , the team gathered as soon as FRIDAY alerted them of you finding the ring.  Bucky pulls you to him,  flashing you a dazzling smile,

Originally posted by welostinparadise

“ I love you  y/n.”

“ I love yo-”

“ So , when’s the bachelor party!?” Johnny questions . You groan as you hear the words “tits” and “ strippers"  being thrown around between Tony and Johnny.  

” You sure you want this ? “

” Theres nothing I want more in this life Buck.“

” I wonder if we could get a she-hulk stripper!“ 

  You’ve got to be kidding me. 

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A Way to You Again: Part 13

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count:  1067

Catch Up Here

Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for the request! 

Originally posted by coporolight

We rode in silence back to Stark tower. There were so many things I wanted to say, but I found myself unable to say any of them. As I stared out the window of the cab I reflected on all the things that Bucky had shared with me. He had been right – I hadn’t known much about him in so many ways. His past, his parents, and his sister had all seemed like distant things to me, but they were as much a part of him as I was now. I bit my lip nervously as my fingers wrapped around his – which hesitantly did the same.  We continued our way in silence – the simple contact saying all the things our lips dared not.


As the elevator doors to the compound open I finally built up my resolve enough to speak. “Bucky – today… it… I never knew… Thank you for showing me,” I said softly as I placed my hand on his chest. He remained silent as he turned to face a large stack of papers and notebooks on the table in the common room.

“There’s more,” he added softly as he led the way to the table. He grabbed the stacks and turned to face me. “You’ve seen the human side of me. The side that I’m most terrified of losing. Now you need to see the other side of me… the monster I was for so many years,” he explained sadly as he handed the stacks to me. He lifted a hand to stop me as I opened my mouth in protest. “You need to understand why you deserve so much more than me,” he explained before walking off to leave me with the weight of his past before me.

I decided to go somewhere other than my room, given the gaping hole in the wall that separated Bucky’s room from my own, to sort through Bucky’s past. As I opened the first folder I smiled to myself at the picture of a young Bucky in his military uniform. I traced my fingers over the yellowed paper affectionately as I wondered what it would have been like to meet him then. My smile quickly faded as I read over what followed. Fury had managed to scrape together most of H.Y.D.R.A.’s notes regarding the experiments done on Bucky. I felt sick to my stomach as I continued to read the doctor’s notes line by line. Of course that was nothing compared to what came after the experiments. Before me was the story of Bucky as H.Y.D.R.A. would have had it told. The faces of each victim – their story, and the story of their ending stared back at me from the pages. They were from all walks of life, and no doubt met a fearful handing at the hands of the man I loved.

I finally put the last of the pile down as the New York sky was melting into dusk. I knew Bucky wouldn’t want my pity, and I tried to swallow it, but found it damn near impossible to get rid of. All those years – those years of fighting to hold on to who he was, and subsequently having his memories altered to the point of being nothing more than a machine. I brushed the tears from my eyes as I shuddered at the thought. He had never talked about it – not more than in passing. Of course I had always known that it was worse than he let on, but I had never let myself fully imagine what it had been like. Once again, it was something in an obscure past that I hadn’t been a part of, and Bucky was right, to truly love someone you had to be able to see all of them. I swallowed thickly before pushing off my chair to search for him.


I found him sitting in the dark of his room with his head in his hands. He seemed taken aback when he looked up to see me entering in the room, but quickly reigned in his emotions. “Done so soon?” he asked flatly as he looked away from me. “I didn’t even expect you to come in and tell me…”

I halted in front of him. It took me a moment to realize that Bucky had resigned himself into believing that I would leave him after knowing the details of his past. “Bucky,” I began softly but he cut me off.

“Look it’s fine. It’s a lot to handle. I can’t handle it – I don’t know why I even thought…” he stopped as I crouched down in front of him, placing my hand on his.

“Bucky, will you just shut up so I can talk?” I asked softly. He nodded in silence as he looked down at me. “I will never be able to truly understand the things you went through. No one will. But those things don’t make me feel any different about you. If anything they showed me how remarkable of a man you are to still be here, and to be capable of so much love.” At this he smiled sadly as he brushed my hair from my eyes with his free hand.

“Ever the optimist – one day that optimism is going to get you killed doll,” he replied softly as he caressed my face. I grimaced at this – causing his brows to knit together in confusion. “What is it?” he asked – an edge of worry in his voice.

“It’s my turn to show you me – all of me,” I added softly as I leaned forward to kiss him. His lips were soft but strong – holding their own as the kiss continued. It felt as if I had finally made my way home after a long journey.  As Bucky’s hands moved down my body softly, I slowly broke away from the kiss. He looked at me puzzled as I stood. “Pack your bags Barnes – I’m taking you home,” I added before leaving his room to do the same.


Bucky needed to see that he wasn’t the only one with ghosts. Mine still haunted me to the point that they nearly tore me away from him completely. As I walked to my bedroom his words echoed in my mind, “Ever the optimist – one day that optimism is going to get you killed…” Little did he know how close he was to being right.


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Jerome x Reader

Warnings: Reader on medication, Manipulative Jerome, Reader with split personality.


“You really think this is a good idea?” Harvey asked Jim as they watched you through the glass.

“They feed off each other, hopefully taking her away from Jerome will slow him down enough to get a lead on where he is.” Jim muttered as Harvey shook his head, grabbing at his coffee mug.

“Or he’s coming for us to get her back and when they do come back they won’t stop.” Harvey sighed, heading out to his desk.

“That’s why I ordered the trucks.” Jim’s words had Harvey stopping in his tracks, he knew he’d end up getting involved at some point so it might as well be from the start.

“You ordered trucks?” Harvey muttered as he turned to face his partner.

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Undercover

Request: I would love a bucky x reader fic where bucky and reader have to go under cover and things get steamy. Maybe reader has to be a stripper or something like that

Summary: You and Bucky have to go undercover at a strip club that’s a cover for a Hydra facility. 

Warnings: Smut.

A/N: I really like this idea and I’m kinda tempted to do a part 2.

(Part 2)

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Jailhouse Fuc-Uh rock

Dean x Reader

Summary; You and Dean go undercover in Dwight Correction Centre, Illinois to catch a rogue Reaper, luckily for you two, the prison houses both Men and Women together.

A/N: So, after seeing the gifs of Dean in Prison again it spurred my muse to write a one-shot about the Reader and Dean in prison together, now I did my research and there was a Prison that temporarily housed both Men and Women convicts before closing in 2013, it was based in Denver – Illinois however I have absolutely zilch idea on how accurate this would possibly be so lets just take the accuracy with a pinch of salt!

Word Count: 4,318

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Dom!Dean, hand-on-throat sexy action but not too intense, Violence

Originally posted by proof-is-in-the-pudding

“Well, personally I thought that it took you a little while to get here but looks like you finally made it” you said from the back of a riot van.

“Can it princess, you and your lunatic boyfriend enjoy your time in there together while you still can before the trial where you both get put away, apart, for a long, long time” the driver warns you.

You roll your eyes and shake the shackles that are binding both your arms and legs which are attached to the bottom of the van “yeah I’m sure we will.”

Dean just shakes his head, sat next you and in the exact same position “y'know, we robbed four stores before you amazing cops made your appearance.”

“Shut the hell up, didn’t get away though did ya?”

You and Dean both share a look before deciding that it’s probably best if you do cram it for now, so how did you end up here?

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The signature. Joker x reader.

A/N: This is my first ever Joker x reader. I hope you all enjoy and request more if you would like. 


Originally posted by ksenoglosja

Originally posted by astromech-punk



Gotham at night is not the safest place to be. Especially when you’re in 6 inch black heels and are heading to go see your sort-a kind-a soon to be ex-husband.

I met Joker when he was first making his debut in Gotham’s underworld. He opened a club, I was a newly twenty-one year old in desperate need of a job. When I walked into the job hiring fair at his new club and looked into his eyes, I knew I was hooked. A job turned into a romance and we were soon the most feared couple in Gotham’s underworld. When mobsters wanted to scare eachother, they told stories of The Joker and his Ace.

One year became two, two became five and time flew by with him, but all great things must come to an end.

I thought he would be happy. I thought nothing could separate us. But I was wrong. Any other couple would be ecstatic, A baby is supposed to be a good thing. But in his eyes it wasn’t.

In fear I ran, kept Adam, and raised him on the other side of Gotham. J tore the city apart, but he knew better than anyone that if I didn’t want to be found, I wouldn’t be. I changed my name, dyed my hair and ran with different crowds. Life was different than before, but wasn’t that the point?

I haven’t been to the narrows in five years, right before Adam was born. Its how I remembered though, dirty and run down. They only semi-nice thing is J’s club. The neon pink sign that read Wanderlust was the only thing illuminating the road. Every year, around the time I left, J gets the urge to look for me again, so I came for two reasons. To inform him that i am indeed alive and to get him to sign a few papers.

Like idiots, a year after we got together we decided to get married. Him under Joe Kerr and me as Delilah Stewart. Aren’t we smart?? I only remembered the drunken ceremony when Harvey and I filed and found out I already was.

Harvey was my newest fling that turned into something more. Of course I stayed in the criminal underworld, but under a different name, but with the same old pseudonyms.

I walk into Wanderlust with a white lace dress and black heels. A black leather jacket covering the top of my semi-see through dress. I immediately spot the green haired man sitting in his private booth, sipping his whiskey and coke….. Some things never change.

Walking to the entrance of the VIP section I see Frost standing guard. “Hey Frosty.” I smile. A shocked expressing washed over the man’s face and i chuckle. “I thought you woulda missed me. I guess not.” I walk past a frozen frost and back to J.

I’m greeted in the golden booth by J and a female I haven’t seen before. Blonde, tall, slender….. J drops his glass and stares from his seat.

“We need to talk… now.”

“You’re alive..”

“And we need to talk.” I cross my arms and glance at the girl sitting next to him.

“Who’s that puddin’?” The girl asks. She has a high pitched Brooklyn accent and looks lost.

“Leave Harley” He commands, not taking his eyes off of me, like if he does, I’ll disappear. I Don’t blame him. I tend to do that.

“But Puddin’-.”

“NOW.” He yells and ‘Harley’ is on her feet and out the door in seconds.

The air grows even more tense, if that’s even possible.

“So how’s business?” I ask snarkily, sitting down across from him.

“Don’t even.” He says. His surprise turns to anger and he leans back into his chair. “Where have you been? I’ve looked everywhere for you, killed hundreds because they had the same name, or mentioned you! And you show up like it’s funny?” At the point he’s on his feet and standing in front of me.

“Look Joker, I didn’t come here for you. I came for myself. I moved on and am living my life but i came for two reasons.” I stand up and am eye to eye, despite our height difference, with him. “Now stop looking for me and sign the damn paper.” I grab the paper out of my pocket and shove it to his chest. He takes a few steps back and reads it.

“Divorce papers?”

“Yeah, remember? I need you to sign them so I can get remarried.” I Huff and cross my arms.

“To who?” he yells.

“It doesn’t matter. Just sign it.”

“Who Y/N!”

“Harvey Dent! My fiance!” I yell, unable to hold it back.

“You’re Marrying that scared up Bastard?!”

“Yes! He’s nice to me and Adam loves him. He cares for both of us! Unlike some people.”

Joker sits down with a surprised expression on his face, mumbling the name “Adam”.

“Yes J. Adam. He’s my son. The one you didn’t want. Now sign the paper.”

J rises his hanging head. “Let me meet him. He’s my son.”

“No J. That’s not a good idea.” I speak softly. “He doesn’t know you.”

A moment passes and no one speaks. The only sound is the music from the club behind us.

“…..no.. I can’t.” he mumbles.

“Why not!?” I yell, infuriated by his resistance.

“That’s my son and you’re my wife. That won’t change.” He relaxes and leans back on the booth seat.

“What about that Harley chick? What about her! You can marry her!” I try to convince him.

“Doll, I’d kill Harley a million times over for you.” He stands and grabs my chin, looking deep into my eyes. I start to feel what I did before. That drawn in, never wanting to leave, euphoric feeling.  

I tear myself away and shake my head. “So no signature?” i ask.

“No.”

“Fine. see you around J.” and like a flash i’m gone.

My Muse

AN: Namjoon has his faults, he sometimes lashes out, ignores you- and that makes you think he doesn’t love you. He does, and he’ll go to the ends of the world to show it. After all, you are his muse. 

Genre: Angst/fluff

4,000 words 

Originally posted by byulhoseok



“Morning babe.” You said, kissing Namjoon’s cheek. No response. He was sat down at the dining table, a bunch of papers in hand and his notebook with his eyebrows furrowed. He was probably looking over lyrics, but his ignorance towards you hurt. 

You put the kettle on for your morning coffee, but was instantly met with a growl from Namjoon.

“Can’t you wait till later for your coffee? I’m writing here.” He said, annoyed by the bubbling sounds the kettle was making. His voice was sharp, to any other person who didn’t know you were together- it would sound so rude. It was rude. You lived under the same roof and this is the type of attitude you get from someone whose supposed to adore you. 

You turned it off in annoyance, and decided to have some cereal first instead. You fixed a quick bowl and decided to take breakfast upstairs, since your boyfriend was being an utter ass hole. 

You were confused about him. He’s either all over you, adoring you or he’s like this. Cold and distant, not wanting to be bothered. You got that he was an introvert, and so were you- but introverts let other introverts who loved them in, right?

Maybe that was apart of the problem. Namjoon didn’t know you were in love with him, and from what you guessed- he certainly wasn’t in love with you. 

From his behaviour, you wondered if he’d ever love you. 

You sat down on the floor, a book in hand as you munched on your cereal alone. 

You felt horrible and pathetic, all you wanted to do was have breakfast with your usually busy boyfriend and he shut you out like you were a bother. 

You were nearly finished with your bowl and starting to just spoon drink some of the left over milk, when you heard Namjoon’s footsteps come up. The door was open, so he could probably see where you were. He had probably come up to get something from his storage space, but noticed you sitting on the floor.

His face still looked angry and worried. 

“There’s a table downstairs, go eat on that.” He said, even ignoring any chance you had to respond by continuing his walk down the hall to get into his storage space. 

Tears welled up in your eyes- gosh, did your boyfriend hate you so much? 

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The Neighbors (7/?)

Summary: You’ve been in New York for about 3 years now moving here looking for a new experience. You began working at a hospital doing patient records and a moved into a cute little apartment in a mostly safe neighborhood in Brooklyn. After being at the hospital for a few months, you were presented with an amazing offer to switch from patient records to shadowing nurses, you just had to take a few classes outside of work while you worked with them. Since then, your life in New York has been great. But will it stay that way once you meet your new neighbors across the hall?

Warnings : swearing,  flirting, a little angst & fluff

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, eventual Steve Rogers x Reader


                    Chapter 7 : The Confrontations

   You have to pull Steve away from Nick, reminding him tonight is about good publicity & hitting a civilian right now would be counterproductive. The scowl doesn’t leave his face though, so you pull him into a kiss to try and distract him. It works, and he pulls you to him by your hips. You finally separate as you hear someone let out a cough. Both of you part and see Tony Stark raising an eyebrow at you. As you smile, you extend your hand to him.

“Hi Mr. Stark, I’m Y/n. It’s nice to finally meet you,” You say sweetly. He smiles in return, letting out a laugh as he takes your hand.

“Please, call me Tony, darling. So you’re the girl Rogers won’t shut up about, huh? It’s nice to put such a beautiful face to the name.” A deep blush spreads across your face.

Originally posted by iwantcupcakes

  Nick comes to stand next to Tony. “Mr. Stark, shall we continue the interview for the magazine since we were so rudely interrupted?” Nick asks, in his fake, kiss ass voice.

“Yeah yeah, sure kid. I’ll see you guys in a little bit, go mingle!”

So Nick’s new job is for a magazine. Those poor people don’t know what they’ve walked into.

  Before Nick walks away with Tony, he looks you up and down, making you squirm under his gaze. “New York has changed you Y/n, I’m loving it.” He winks at you then goes after Tony. Steve’s face was the definition of murderous as he watches Nick walk away. You take his face between your hands, redirecting his gaze to you.

“Hey, don’t let him bother you. I’m yours, remember?” You say softly. He snaps out of it and smiles down to you. He places a kiss on your nose then takes your hand in his.

“Come on, it’s time you met the team, Doll.”

  On the way to find the team, the boys have to stop and socialize with every group. You’re hesitant at first, but when Steve starts introducing you everything feels like it’s going smoothly. You feel like you’ve met a million new people already.   

   You finally make your way to the team. You start getting anxious,but shake it off. They are just people, like the boys. They just save the world constantly. Normal, world saving people. Breathe.  

Guys, this is Y/n.“ Steve says, as he pulls on your hand making you step in front of him and closer to his friends. Natasha is the first one to approach you, a beautiful smile on her lips.

“Hi, I’m Natasha, it’s really nice to meet you. I don’t know what you’ve done to these boys, but they talk about you constantly.” She says as you shake her hand. You blush and laugh.

“It’s really nice to you too. I’m a big fan of all of you.” You look to the rest of team, their attention was on you already. “Thank you all for everything you’ve done for this world.” You send them all a genuine smile, receiving the same from them. After Natasha, you met Clint, Rhodey, Bruce, Thor, Vision, and finally Wanda. When you meet Wanda, she pulls you into a hug.

“It’s so nice to finally meet Steve’s girlfriend!” she squeals. Oh God, she so cute with that accent. Wait, is Steve telling people I’m his girlfriend? Huh, I wasn’t aware this relationship started already. “It’ll be fun having another girl around, right Nat?” she lets you go to look at Natasha.

 Natasha laughs and agrees. You smile and begin talking with the team about random things, just getting to know them a little more. Steve stands right behind you the entire time, playing with the hem of your dress. As the team continues talking, you get a chance to look at their costumes, which aren’t really costumes. They all had on their Avenger Suits, except Rhodey; he wore a shirt with the arc reactor like Iron Man.  These guys have such creative minds. You and the boys all receive compliments on your costumes. Yup, I’m a genius. Tony made his way back to the team, announcing that they have to go socialize more. He begins shooing everyone in different directions.

  You end up getting separated from Steve when Tony drags him along with him. Music begins playing a little louder than before, and people begin slow dancing on the floor in the middle of the room. You smile watching them dance, then see Wanda and Vision among them. You send her a wink, causing her to blush. You begin talking to a couple that was standing close to you when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Please be Steve asking me to dance. You turn, expecting Steve to be standing there waiting for you, but instead you’re met with the exact opposite: Nick.

Would you like to dance, Y/n?“ he asks softly. He seriously has some fucking nerve.

As you’re about to reject him, you notice the couple you were talking to watching the interaction. I can’t cause a scene and I can’t be rude. Just get this over with. You force a smile and nod. You then excuse yourself from the couple, and make your way to the dancefloor. Nick pulls you to him, resting one hand on your waist while holding yours in the other. He begins slowly moving side to side, following the beat to the song.

"You look beautiful tonight, you know that?” He asks, his lips close to your ear.

Originally posted by maagiics

“I’m aware. Don’t think anything has changed Nick. I agreed to dance to avoid bringing negative attention to us by rejecting you. This dance isn’t for you, so deflate your giant ass ego,” you whisper harshly as you smile at a couple dancing near you. He lets out a deep chuckle, gripping you tighter.

"Oh sweetheart, what do you think you’re doing? We both know you don’t belong here. Let alone with a team of Heroes.” You scoff, going to push away but he grips you harder. He moves his lips right to your ear, sending chills down your spine. “Steve is going to get sick of you, he’s going to realize he can do better. Why else do you think he hasn’t come to separate us yet? Maybe it’s because his attention is already moving elsewhere.” Nick lets your waist go and spins you so that you see Steve laughing with a beautiful Blonde woman. He pulls you back to him.

“He’s going to realize you’re not worth more than anything other than a good fuck. Then what are you going to do Y/n? It’s time to give up this fantasy life, and come back to me. Where you belong."   

   You let out a laugh, leaning up to whisper, "Oh darling, I will never come back to you. No matter what happens, I would rather feed myself to an alligator than have anything to do with your pathetic, lying ass. I don’t care what you do, stay in New York, Hell move into my building if you’d like, but I will never associate myself with you in this lifetime ever again.” You shove yourself away from him, walking away without looking back. His words are still echoing through your mind. You feel a hand wrap around your wrist, and you rip you hand away. You look to see it’s Steve, with a shocked expression on his face.

“Steve, sorry I thought you were Nick.” You apologize.

“I saw you guys dancing, how did you get sucked into that?” He has an edge to his voice, but you can’t blame him.

“I didn’t want to make a scene, he asked me infront of people.” You shrug. He nods and lets it go.

“You sure everything’s okay?” he asks one last time. You  force a smile and nod yes. He leads you back to the team, just in time to hear Tony dismiss everyone for the night.  You and Steve both sigh, both so ready to get the hell out of there. Fucking finally.


   You finally step out of the elevator onto your floor, Nick’s words replaying the whole ride home. You go straight to your door, the boys following close behind. When you realize they are all behind you, you sigh. I can’t deal with them all right now.

“Hey guys, I think I need a couple minutes to myself right now, okay?” You ask quietly. They all have looks of uncertainty on their faces, you roll your eyes. “I think I can handle being alone for 10 fucking minutes.” Anger and sass leak from your words. You feel bad,  with all Nick’s words swirling around your head and igniting a new flare of self doubt, you can’t help but want space.

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again

   They don’t say anything, just head to their own door. Steve stays behind, sending you a ‘what aren’t you telling me?’ look. You don’t say anything, just step into your apartment and close the door behind you. You go to pour yourself a glass of wine; you deserve it and you didn’t drink at the gala, so fuck it. As you begin to pour it, your phone starts vibrating. You see that Nancy, a nurse you work with, is calling so you answer immediately. 10 minutes later, you find yourself having agreed to take Nancy’s shifts for the next week. She had a death in the family, so you didn’t have the heart to say no. Plus, she got your boss to agree to give you another week off once she gets back, to make up for cutting your vacation short. It’s only a week, I can do this. Only seven , 16-hour night shifts in Pediatrics.  You run your fingers through your hair. Fucking Hell. This is going to kill me. You abandon your wine and begin searching for your pink scrubs. How rowdy can Peds get at night? You find them and switch out of your costume. You throw your hair up in a bun and wash off your makeup. As you’re about to leave, Steve walks through your door.

“Why are you in your scrubs? Where are you going?”

“Someone needs me to take their shift, I’m going to work, Steve,” you say simply.

“Didn’t you drink, you can’t go to work with alcohol-”

No Steve, I didn’t drink. I’m not an idiot I wouldn’t go into work drunk. Seriously?“ You’ve finally had it, you never thought you would see the day where you didn’t want to be by Steve Rogers. You push past him, grabbing your bag and going to the elevator.

"Y/n, wait!” But you don’t. You get in the elevator and the doors shut in front of Steve.

You let go of the breath you are holding, tears falling freely from your eyes.

“What is wrong with me?” you whisper to yourself.


Time skip : the last night of covering Nancy’s shift.

    You finally make it home; today was the last time you had to cover for Nancy. Being in the Peds department was more stressful than expected. You are now off for a week again, but with no interruptions this time. You have barely spoken to the boys this past week; whenever you get home from work you would just sleep until the next shift. Of course, they would text you, but barely answered. Most of the texts were from Steve trying to check in on  you. You feel bad for how you treated him after the gala that night, but you haven’t had the time to talk to him about it. The only person you confide in about that night is Gloria. To say she was mad would be an understatement. She has a death wish for Nick, and ripped you a new one at how you let his words get to you and affect how you think of Steve. She was right, you shouldn’t have let them bother you. But you’re only human after all .

  You’ve been home for about ten minutes, only having time to ditch your scrubs for a tee and underwear. You hear a pounding on your door and groan. I can’t deal with any of the guys right now. I’m so fucking tired. You drag yourself to your door, flinging it open. Only you’re not met with who you expect, but with someone better.

   “You going to let me in or what, sweetcheeks?” GLORIA. The damn inside you breaks, tears pouring out of your eyes like Niagra falls. You throw yourself into her arms, wrapping yours tightly around her neck. She holds you to her as you sob.

Originally posted by wannawatchfriends

 Neither of you notice the guys burst into the hall, just watching you. You hear someone clear their throat and remove your face from its spot in Gloria’s neck. You both look to see all three men staring at you. Gloria releases you, sending them a wave. You sniffle and wipe your eyes.

“Hey guys,” You say shyly. Bucky gets his signature flirty smile on his face as he opens his mouth you stick your hand up stopping him.

“Don’t even try Barnes, you’re not her type.”  All of you chuckle besides him.

You don’t’ know that Doll,“ he fires back. You roll your eyes.

"Unless you have boobs hidden somewhere and a vagina, I think I do Doll.” The boys all blush as they realize what you mean. You snort and gaze back at Gloria. Her hair is longer than before, almost past her shoulders, she has on a blue flannel, and khakis with a beanie. I’m happy somethings never change. You grab her hand, interlacing her fingers with yours.

“Well, if you ever change your-”

“You really weren’t kidding about him, were you?” She asks you. You just laugh. Sam steps forward.

“It’s nice to meet you. I hear you’re the female version of me? Gotta say, I look good as a woman.” You both snort and Gloria pulls Sam into a hug. A bright smile appears on your face at the sight of your best friends hugging.

Steve moves up next, she also pulls him into a hug.

“So, you’re Steve? I can see why she had a crush on you bef-” You cut her off with a hand over her mouth.

“We don’t need to talk about that Gloria, it’s been discussed” You say awkwardly.

“No it hasn’t!” Sam yells. You shoot him a glare, but Gloria wiggles away from your hand.

Steve has a big goofy smile on his face, knowing what Gloria is going to reveal already.

“Sweet Y/n here has had a giant crush on Steve Rogers since we were about 8.” You feel your face turn red, and you reach your arm out and smack the back of Gloria’s head.

Sam & Bucky are bent over laughing, Steve just lets out a chuckle.

“Did you know this?” Sam questions Steve. He just nods, still smiling. They continue to laugh at you expense, you grab Glorias hand and pull her through your doorway.

“I’m sorry, I had to,” she says as she laughs. You wave her off, already over it.

“What are you doing here Glo?” You ask as you both flop on your couch.

“You sounded like you needed me when you called last week. I knew you’d let this Nick thing get to you, so I’m here to snap you out of it. Steve isn’t Nick, Y/n. You’re going to lose him if you keep treating him like he did something wrong when he hasn’t. Nick knew exactly how to manipulate you so you’d self destruct, you’re letting him win.” She’s right, poor Steve. I’m such a bitch.

You continue talking, catching each other up on everything that didn’t make it into the phone calls. You sit on the couch for hours until there’s a knock on your door.  It opens before you get there, and all three of your boys are standing there. Sam’s holding 3 bottles of tequila and margarita mix in his arms while he wiggles his eyebrows at you. Bucky has a bag of what smells like tacos, and Steve has a cake from the bakery you love in his.

Originally posted by master-of-duct-tape

“Anyone up for a little fun?” Sam says as he walks in. They all drop their stuff on the kitchen table, you and Gloria dart to the kitchen behind them. I will never turn down tequila, tacos or cake. They really do know me. The rest of the night is spent with all of you laughing, playing UNO and revisiting old memories. Gloria unravels all your dirty, embarrassing secrets to the boys. Making you want to strangle her, you stand up about to tackle her to the floor as she starts another story. Steve stops you, pulling you into his lap. He sends you a loving smile and you return it. Things feel normal for you guys again, thankfully. The night ends with everyone on your couch, except instead of cuddling up to Steve during the movie, you’re wrapped in Gloria’s arm. You lock eyes with Steve, you move away from Gloria, leaning to Steve and planting a kiss on his lips.

Tomorrow, I will talk to Steve. Everything will be normal again. Nick’s wrong. Steve isn’t just another guy. You lay back into Gloria’s embrace. If home has a feeling, this might just be it.  


 You wake up to the sound of knocking on your door. After realizing that everyone who is usually at your door is sleeping on your couch, you peel yourself out of Gloria’s arms, slowly going to your door. You wipe the sleep out of your eyes as you answer and are met with the horrible image of Nick leaning in your doorway .

“Are you that dense? Get the hell out of here.” You can’t control the volume of your voice and manage to wake everyone up with it.

  Before you know it, Gloria is right behind you. “Oh you’ve got to fucking kidding me.” She crosses her arms as she glares at him. The guys are behind you, but you wave them back. Sending them a silent ‘I got this’.

“Well hello buttercup, it’s nice to see you too Gloria.”

“You’re one smug son of a bitch, you know that? Now take you small dick and ugly face and get the hell out of here.” Gloria’s anger could rival the Hulk’s and maybe win.

  Nick laughs. “Well, you’re still a fucking bitch. I see they got sick of you back home. Seems like no one likes a crazy, dumb cun-.” Something in you snaps and you lunge forward, connecting your fist with Nick’s nose. A sickening crack echoes through the hall. He stumbles back into the wall, holding his nose with blood pouring out of it. It’s one thing to fuck with me, but no one says one bad thing about Gloria in front of me.

Originally posted by margots-robbie

 You can see the blood trickling down his face. The guys are in front of you in a heartbeat, but you aren’t having it.

 “Do not ever bring her into this. Or I swear, you’ll be leaving with more than a broken nose. Stay the hell away from me or the next time you see my name it’ll be on my restraining order against you, you piece of shit.“

You walk back into your apartment before Nick can say or do anything. You turn back around to all of your friends astonished faces.

You laugh awkwardly. "So, anyone for morning margaritas?"  

Originally posted by crazyintheeast


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The Protective (Boy)Friend | Bellamy Blake X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

Requested by @pajamabirdi love ur writing!i was wondering if u could do a BellamyxReader one shot where Bellamy&the reader r close friends&Murphy keeps on making unwanted,inappropriate advances on the reader.Bellamy gets pissed&super overprotective because Murphy won’t stop no matter how many times the reader says no&tries to push him away. One time Murphy goes 2 far and Bellamy goes over & punches Murphy square in the jaw leading 2 a fist fight between the 2 boys & ends with fluff or the confession of feelings? thx!

A/N: It took me so long to write this, I’m soooo sorry. Also, I wasn’t born to write fist fights, really sorry for that too.

Characters: Bellamy/fem!reader, Murphy, Finn, Mbege. Clarke is mentioned.

Word Count: 2046 words.

Another day on earth, another day of work, but it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. At least not for (Y/N). Being on Earth for her was like a goal that had been completed, since since she was little she had the dream of being on the Ground, but of course not everything had been like she dreamed, but she just settled for what she had achieved. (Y/N) had a small smile on her lips as she left her tent, her eyes scanning the scenery outside. It was very sunny, as Always, and as she walked through the encampment, looking for someone who needed help with something, (Y/N) heard a catcall that caught her attention, causing her to turn toward the sound.

John Murphy was staring at her with a smirk, right next to that Mbege boy. (Y/N) just kept walking, completely ignoring what had happened. It wasn’t new, in fact, it happened every day. As soon as she’d set up somewhere to spend the rest of the day working, she was sure she would get a visit from him. (Y/N) couldn’t help but frown at the thought, how many times did she have to say no to him to understand?

And unfortunately, she was right. Shortly after starting to help Monty and Jasper separate the food properly, Murphy appeared walking around, with the same smirk he always had on his face. (Y/N) sighed, trying to ignore the fact that he was heading toward her and would inevitably begin to talk to her.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, you know that?” he asked as he arrived in front of the table where the food was spread. It was a bit difficult not knowing something after listening to it a thousand times

“Hi Murphy.” she said, forcing herself to smile at him.

The two other boys who were working with her also cast a few discreet glances at him, seeming to dislike his presence as much as she did. But anyway, Murphy didn’t seem to notice that he wasn’t very welcome there. As she tried to continue working to see if the boy would leave, she felt her hand being held.

“Maybe we could go out together later.”

(Y/N) grimaced slightly at the contact as he held her hand to the table with some force. “I don’t think I’ll be up for it later.” she looked up at the boy, who smirked at her.

“If you won’t be up for it later, let’s go now.” the girl let out a low grunt, wondering if he didn’t notice how uncomfortable she felt around him.

“No, Murphy.” she knew that even with this he wouldn’t stop, that already had been the tenth no that she had spoken to him in the last three days.

He didn’t seem affected by her answer, his smirk remaining on his face. The boy brought her hand to his lips, giving it a kiss. "Maybe tomorrow, then.” Murphy winked at her before he left, not noticing the look Bellamy sent him as the Blake boy walked toward his best friend.

“Is he bothering you?” he asked, nodding at Murphy. “Has he done something?”

A small smile appeared on (Y/N)’s lips with his friend’s concern. “Murphy? He’s just annoying but harmless.”

Bellamy snorted. “Let me know if he causes you any trouble.”

“I can handle him.” she said, tapping his shoulder. “But thank you for your concern, Boss.” Bellamy rolled his eyes at the nickname and a small amused smile escaped his lips.

“Get back to work before people think I’m giving you a special treatment because we’re friends.”

“But you’re”. she said playfully. Bellamy let out a chuckle from his lips and pushed her lightly before leaning toward her. The smile widened on her lips with his closeness.

“No one needs to know that.” and with that he left, leaving the girl standing there smiling like an idiot for a few seconds, until she was called by Jasper.

The rest of the day seemed to have passed normally, making her surprised and relieved that she hadn’t bumped into Murphy anymore, but maybe she shouldn’t have got her hopes up that he might have decided to leave her alone. Besides, he’d said something about talking to her the next day. But she hadn’t been bothered by him the morning of the other day, even though he had walked around the place where she was and even looked at her. Maybe he has finally come to his senses.

The sun was about to set when Clarke asked her to bring some of the food she had separated the previous morning. When she was already returning to the dropship, she was stopped by Murphy, making her sigh. He didn’t give up. “Well well, look if it isn’t my doll.”

(Y/N) held up the urge that she had to roll her eyes and just let out a small “Hi.” before Murphy continue with his horrible flirtation. While (Y/N) tried to ignore everything he said, she saw Bellamy staring at that scene from a distance. Oh, how he wanted to intervene in that. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow, giving him a little mischievous smile. He shook his head and raised his hands in redemption, he knew she could take care of herself. She turned her gaze back to Murphy, the smile still on her lips, which didn’t go unnoticed by the boy in front of her.

“I knew it.” he said with a triumphant smile, making hers disappear.

“What?”

“You were just playing hard to get.”

(Y/N) frowned as she noticed he was taking small steps toward her, making her take a few steps back. “Stop.” she mumbled. The girl pressed the food against herself nervously. She could feel the food almost falling from the sack she held, which happened after Murphy forcibly hold her waist, the smirk never leaving his lips. “Get your hands off me.” (Y/N) raised her voice, pushing him away from her.

Murphy lifted his hands in redemption, but then he moved closer to her, making the girl walk back to her back on the dropship, giving the perfect opportunity for Murphy to pin her against the wall.

“She told you to take her hands off her.” (Y/N) heard Bellamy’s voice before she felt Murphy’s body being pulled away from hers.

And then the next second Bellamy’s fist slammed against Murphy’s chin. John took a few steps back, looking a bit disoriented, but soon recovering and not hesitating to go up to Bellamy.

(Y/N) felt panic taking hold of her as she saw the boys punching each other, but she didn’t know what to do, she was pretty sure that if she tried to come between them, she would ended up being hit, so she just screamed for them to stop, not being heard by any of the boys.

Both were rolling on the ground, still trying to hit each other as the delinquents began to come closer to see the fight, and, unlike (Y/N), they screamed for them to keep going. But the fight soon ended when Mbege and Finn arrived, holding, respectively, Murphy and Bellamy.

While everyone complained that the fight was over as fast as it started, (Y/N) saw Murphy trying to break free from his friend’s arms as he uttered offenses to Bellamy loudly, his smirk finally ripped from his face, giving way to some bruises on his face. Bellamy wasn’t much different in Finn’s arms, though he seemed a little calmer than the other, but he still shouted insults at Murphy. His voice died when he saw the startled look in the girl’s eyes.

(Y/N) walked toward the dropship, knowing that he would probably go after her. And she wasn’t wrong this time, she had just begun to wet a cloth in one of the water bowls that were there when she heard the boy’s heavy footsteps entering the place.

“Sit there.” she motioned to one of the corners, making him sit up against the wall. (Y/N) walked over and sat down in front of him, pressing the cloth lightly on his face, trying to wipe the bruises he had there. The two continued in silence for a few more seconds. “It was stupid.”

Bellamy nodded slightly, as if he knew the girl would tell him that. “I know.”

“But…” she suppressed a smile. “It was cool of you to do this for me.” her words managed to get a smile from him. “But for your information, I was about to kick his balls when you stepped in.”

He let out a chuckle, hissing as he felt her wiping the cloth through another open wound. “That’s something I wish I’d seen.”

(Y/N) smiled. “I did what I could.” she said, leaving the cloth beside her. "I just clean, the whole healing thing is with Clarke.”

They laughed at each other, not speaking for a few seconds. The girl noticed one of the wounds bleeding again, bringing her own hand to wipe it, rubbing her finger there lightly. (Y/N) felt his gaze burn in her more than she had ever felt.

She pulled her hand from his face, lowering it to her lap, but Bellamy took it halfway, entwining his fingers with hers and placing them on his knee. (Y/N) felt her cheeks heat up with the contact. She had already held his hand a few times, usually for support, when some of them were scared or upset, but that wasn’t the occasion and she could see it in his eyes. His touch was gentle, unlike Murphy’s, just as the smile he gave her.

“(Y/N).” his husky voice woke her from her thoughts.

“Yes?”

"I beat Murphy for you.” Bellamy paused, seeming to decide what his next words would be. "I did it for you, but I kind of had a selfish reason too.”

(Y/N) frowned. “How so?”

He pressed his lips together before giving a chuckle and lowered his gaze to their hands. “I couldn’t stand to see him bothering you.”

"He made everyone uncomfortable.” she nodded, cutting him off.

"I couldn’t stand seeing him making you uncomfortable the way he did.” he continued, turning his gaze to her. “Or the thought that maybe you’d end up accepting to be with him.”

(Y/N) felt her heart race slightly and a small smile involuntarily appeared on her face. Why did he felt so troubled by the possibility of she going out with Murphy? As if he could see the question in her eyes, he went on, his eyes focused on her to see her reactions.

“You’re my closest friend.” the words made her feel a little hurt, her smile fading. What else did she expect? He was just a worried friend. “I care about you.” he nodded to himself. “More than I should.”

Okay, what the hell did he mean by that? Couldn’t he be straightforward at least once? “What do you mean?” she asked, feeling her heart race once more. Don’t get your hopes up.

Bellamy gave her a quick smile, his eyes staring at something in her face. Her lips. Oh, is he going to do that? His eyes looked once more at hers before looking at her lips again. (Y/N) didn’t have much time to think or make assumptions of what would happen next, for soon Bellamy was already pressing his lips gently against hers in a peck.

“I like you.” he said, leaning his forehead against hers, now stroking her fingers that were tangled in his. Straightforward. Finally.

(Y/N) smiled broadly as she absorbed what was happening. "So…” she cleared her throat. “Were you jealous?”

Bellamy rolled his eyes, an amused smile on his lips. “How funny.” he leaned back against the wall, letting go of her hands, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Oh, don’t be like that.” (Y/N) crawled around to sit beside him, his eyes never leaving her. She hesitantly leaned on his shoulder. “I like you too.”

She kept her eyes staring ahead of her, but she felt one of Bellamy’s arms wrapping around her. (Y/N) could feel a smile forming on his face as he leaned his head on top of hers, giving a small kiss on her hair. Maybe she’d been annoyed by Murphy all that time it was good in the end.

Poker Face

As you all know, I have some very deeply rooted fantasies about Dean Ambrose and Aj Styles. I was so excited to write this and I’ve been trying to figure out how to put it together for a LONG ASS time. But here it is! Hope you like it!

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Summary: You get invited to “boys night” to play poker with AJ and Dean and some of the other wrestlers on the blue team. However, when you arrive, only AJ and Dean are there, ready to play. But not poker…

WARNINGS: Smut, 3 way smut, holy shit smut. (Also I don’t really know how to play poker. I’m sorry if I wrote it terribly. Shut up, okay? @ me.)
WORD COUNT: 3245

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Maid - Joker x Reader imagine part 4

a/n: yes babes its finally here ehehehheh it will be quite rough cause people have requested me that so yeah i am sinning as i am writing this help me god!! oh and this is really long btw, at least for me

oh and (h/c) means hair color btw :)

characters: ok you know the drill but for anyone new its JOKER ; READER

warnings: quite rough smut, daddy kink (cause i know you perverts love that ;])


Time passed and it was all settled. A new maid had been hired, new stuff for me bought… I told him that I didn’t need anything new, that I could just drop by my place and get my stuff, but J insisted. He said ‘i will have everything for my princess to be happy’. That made my heart melt, but also many bank-robbings and heists happen. I didn’t know much about his business, only that it was dangerous.
Usually the day went by with me reading books, cooking, shopping or drawing while he was out - sometimes he’d take me with him to meetings to show that I was his girl. He came home either happy or mad but either way we’d end up having sex. Was I complaining? Not at all. I loved it, there was always something different each time.
As for today, he had woken up before me and probably gone out. But not before leaving a small bag on the floor next to where I was sleeping. I stretched out, sat up in the bed and picked up the bag. It was black and it had a little pink envelope of my name attached to it. He rarely did this. I carefully opened the envelope because I liked to keep them and read what the letter inside read.

my precious angel,

here’s something i’m definitely going to rip off of you, but put it on before 9pm and if you like, put some of that makeup on your face, there will be a car waiting for you at 9pm

there is some business i’d like to do and take you with me

- J

I smiled at the letter and put it back in the envelope. I looked at the clock on the nightstand - it was half past 11am. I smiled again and reached my hand into the bag. The material of something felt like silk. Oh my, I thought, pulling the contents out. I took the shiny one in my hands and laid it out on the bed in front of me. It was a shiny, kind of short silver dress with a very deep V cut. The cut ended where the belly button should be, starting on very thin straps that had beads all over them (a/n: ok we all know that joker likes his lady in a revealing attire so yah)

The other thing were panties. Well, they barely counted as because they were more strings. They were a blush-y red tone, and it was lace and only lace. He must really love lace on me. Last time I wore a pink lace lingerie set, he needed me right there right now. We were at a restaurant - yeah, how romantic - at one of his business meetings and, as J got a little hot and bothered, he discovered my choice of lingerie and had me there in the restaurant’s men’s room. That’s how much he loved lace on me.

Should I try the dress on now? Yeah, probably. I took off the large shirt I was sleeping in and stood up from the bed, taking the dress with me. Slipping on the dress and zipping the back of it, I looked in the mirror at myself. Wow, did the dress look good on me. It looked perfect on me, I looked perfect in it. I was turning and posing in front of the mirror when I heard a knock on the door.

  “Just a second!” I yelled out, slipping out of the dress. I put it and the lingerie back in the bag and put on the large shirt on me. It came down to my knee, so I was safe form exposure. I walked to the door and opened it. There was our maid, Jennifer who was only ten years older than me, standing with a smile.

“Good morning, miss.” She said and I smiled in response. J insisted on everyone in the house calling me 'majesty’ or 'queen’, and they’re scared of him. So I tell them to call me less… higher than them when it’s just me, but around J - they call me as he pleased. Oh, I felt pity for them.

“Hi.” I said, leaning against the doorframe with a goofy smile on my face.

“Breakfast is in the dining room.” She announced. Jennifer was almost like a mother to me. “Is everything okay, miss?”

“Yeah, everything is just perfect, Jen.”

“Okay. You just seem to be in a very good mood now, which is unusual but good.”

“All is good, my friend. I will be down in a few minutes.”

“Alright, miss. Anything else I can do for you?”

“No, thank you. You’re dismissed.” I said and closed the door after seeing Jen nod and leave. I actually felt bad for her and the other staff members - Joker was a scary guy around everyone and there were strict rules for the staff.

First and most important, you can’t tell anyone where and who you’re working for unless you want to get killed because Joker knows everything. Second, strict working hours. You must come to work 20 minutes before your actual shift starts and can’t leave until everything’s done. Third, you must do everything and anything Joker or the Princess ask you. This payed good money, but it was also a very hard and kind of a dangerous job. You just had to keep your mouth shut.

Breakfast was wonderful, as always. Jennifer always made amazing food, especially breakfast. There were always fruits, pancakes, eggs and everything else that I could desire. Sometimes she’d make glorious English breakfast, which she was good at, too. When J wasn’t having breakfast with me, I always let Jennifer sit with me. I tried to be nice to every staff member, even J’s henchmen - they deserved it.

The day all-together had gone by pretty quickly, and - sooner than I thought - I was already doing my makeup in the bathroom. Nothing major, just some mascara and pink lipstick. I took off my comfy clothes, put on the lacy lingerie and slipped into the dress again. My (h/c) curled hair fell perfectly over my shoulders and it was for me to decide what shoes to wear. Luckily, I had just the  pair of white heels, which would go well with the dress. 

Putting the shoes on, I noticed that it was already 8:59pm. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time and then exited the bedroom. I walked down the stairs, only to be met with two of J’s henchmen. 

“Good afternoon, miss.” One of them said and I smiled.

“Hi, boys.” I replied. “Here to take me to your boss?”

“Yes, miss. Let us escort you to the car.” Another one said. I walked up to them and they led me out of the house, into the chilly afternoon of Gotham’s autumn. They walked me to a black car and opened the backseat door for me. I gladly took a seat in the car and they closed the door.

The car ride was short, but it felt as if it was so torturously long. Maybe I just couldn’t wait to meet him. The man at the wheel stopped at J’s club and I couldn’t stop smiling. I really wanted to see him.

One of the henchmen opened the door for me and I stepped out of the car. My heels clicked against the ground as the henchmen led me into the club filled with music and drug-driven youngsters and gangsters. The henchmen walked me to the bar table where he was standing. He was slowly turning around and once his eyes found me, they sparkled. He was in a suit, he had a small purple bow around his neck. His green hair was slicked back, as always.

“Darling,” he said with the famous smile of his. “Come to Daddy.” He said and I needed no more to run into his arms. My arms went around his neck as his snaked over my waist and stayed there. 

“I missed you,” I said, putting my hand on his cheek. He growled.

“Mmm, I missed you too, baby girl.” He said through a growl and looked at my lips before kissing them roughly. One of his hands slid down to butt and grabbed onto it, and I was sure it’d leave a mark. “I really love how you look in this dress.”

“Well, I can only thank you, Mr. J for buying it for me.” I said with a smile.

“Yo, J,” I then heard somebody say from behind us. Joker’s head turned to the voice and the look in his eyes changed. It was probably a business guy. “Can we have the meeting now?” 

“You are not to say when we meet.” Joker sternly said at the tall guy. He was in a simple attire, unlike other people, and us, in the club. “But I’ll have my men escort you while I’m taking care of other business here.” His eyes narrowed at the guy. He followed J’s men while J himself turned back to me. “Now, my dear. Do you want to go dancing with other girls while I’m at business or do you want to come with me do business and show that guy you’re all mine?” J asked, tilting my chin upwards with his gloved hand.

“I want to come with you…” I almost moaned in response. 

“Then let’s go, my dear.” J said and turned around, putting his arms around my waist as we walked to the back of the club. There was a round section that was separated from the outside with bead curtains. A guard parted the curtains to let us through. The guy, J’s business partner was standing at a round table in the middle of a - also round - golden sofa chair. Joker moved me before him and whispered in my ear: 

“Sit down, doll.” I nodded and made my way into the circle, taking a seat on the sofa chair. Joker soon followed, sitting right next to me and putting an arm around my waist. “You can sit down.” He coldly spoke to the guy, who sat down across us. “Do you want anything.. to drink?”

“Nah, I’m not thirsty. Thank you, J.” The man responded. “Although I have to say - everything you offer is pretty valuable and priceless.” This man already seemed really sketchy to me. J had probably already cracked open his shelf by reading the man like an open book.

“What are you trying to do?” J asked in a menacing tone. “Sweet talk me?”

“No, J, I was just telling the truth.” He said, looking me up and down. A sketchy creep? Jesus. I felt J beside me tensing up and breathing heavily, seconds later his hand left my waist and was on my thigh, dipping his fingers into my skin. I put my hand over his and caressed his rough skin to calm him down.

“See her?” J gestured with his hand at me, looking the guy right in the eyes. “She… is all mine, only mine.” J saw the way the guy looked at me. Now he was afraid of Joker. “Do we have that clear?” 

“Yes, J.” The guy nodded. “But where’s Harley?”

“Harley? Who? Where’s Harley? Harley, Harley, Harley…” Joker turned his head all around. Harley? But who was that? “Harley… is not your business.”

“Yes, sorry for asking, J.”

“Now, let’s cut to the chase. I feel like there’s something you have to give me. Isn’t that… money?”

“Y-yeah, about that…” the guy trailed off, the fear was evident in his eyes. J narrowed his blue eyes at him. “t-the money’s gone.”

“The money’s gone?” Joker repeated. Oh, this was bad. 

“Y-yes, I’m sorry, J.” The guy’s head hung low. “If there’s anything I can do, I will. But it was so unexpected, if we-”

“You could shut up.” Joker interrupted in an angered tone. J then rose to his feet and walked over to the guy, sitting next to him. What was he about to do? “You know, people do deals. One does something in favor for the other and the other does them a favor in return. You know what I’m talking about?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Well, you and I had a deal. I did something in your favor. But you… didn’t do me a favor back. Now, do you know what I do with people like that?”

“No, J.”

“Doll face, don’t look.” J said as he was taking a gun from behind him, only I could see. Oh my God. “Sweets, look. Away.” He said again and I turned my head away from them, focusing on the beaded curtains. “I do this.” I heard right before the sound of a shot being fired sounded through the club. I screamed, as well as many other people. I turned my head back around and there sat J with a sinister look and blood splattered on his face. One of his henchmen handed him a handkerchief and he cleaned his face with it. Did he kill the man?

There was blood all over the sofa chair above the now dead body. I put my hand over my mouth, not believing what had just happened. It was the first time I had witnessed him killing somebody. Oh my God. And this was business for him. Oh dear.

J rose to his feet again and reached his hand out for me. I looked up at him with fear visible in my eyes.

“C'mon, sweets, let’s go. We have to go.” He said, impatience audible. I stood up, not to anger him even more and he took my arm, pulling us out of the round lounge. “We have something to do back home, baby doll.” We and J’s henchmen walked through the backdoor of the club and J pulled me into his lamborghini, in the passenger seat. I was really scared of him. He just killed someone. In front of me. So that was his way of taking care of people who don’t do him good. I definitely did not want to be on his bad list.

The car ride home was deadly silent and J’s hand was on my thigh all the time, creeping up and down. Once we were out on our driveway, J barked at his men to stay outside in case someone comes looking for us and dragged me inside. After he closed the door, I turned away, standing before him with my eyes to the floor. His fingers raised my chin up, but I turned away. He cupped both of my cheeks in his hands and raised my face to look at him, but my eyes were anywhere but looking in his. 

“Look at me, doll.” He said. “LOOK AT ME!” He shouted, making a tear escape my eye and I looked at him. “Good girl. Now… Daddy has some rage to express..” he said, sliding his hand underneath my dress. I didn’t want this, not in this situation. Yes, he came home angry and we had sex, but this was different. He killed a man with the same hand that was on my waist now. This was not wanted by me.

J growled and pressed a kiss between my cheekbone and ear. I sobbed, closing my eyes.

“What is it, angel?” He asked, slowly kissing down my neck. “Aren’t you enjoying this?” I didn’t speak a word for some reason, as much as I wanted to. Joker took me by my waist, hopping me over his shoulder. He walked through the house, up the stairs and entered a room - our bedroom - and dropped me on the bed. 

He crawled over my body and looked at me with that menacing look in his eyes. His lips pressed against mine as he growled, sending vibrations through my body. In the wrongest ways possible this was turning me on slightly.  His hands slid up under the dress, massaging my breasts with his rough touch while tears were rolling down my cheeks one after another. 

“Daddy..” I moaned out in a crying tone and J suddenly ripped the beautiful dress apart, exposing my upper half to him. 

“Now this is a sight I like to see.” He growled and there was even more aggressiveness and anger in his voice. He tugged the lace panties off of me, down my legs and threw them away. He then unbuckled his belt and I used the opportunity to back away from him. I brought my knees to my chest when I reached the headboard of the bed. J was at the edge of the bed, only in his boxers. He noticed me huddled away from him and snarled. J’s hand reached out politely at first, but then he grabbed my ankle and yanked my body towards him. “Why don’t you be a good girl and obey Daddy.” He said, growling the last two words, almost barking. Not waiting for my reply, he turned me over so I was on all fours before him. “You know Daddy doesn’t like it when you don’t obey him.” He spoke, running his hands up and down my sides, taking my breasts in his hands and groping, kneading at them. I released a moan and almost lost balance on my arms. 

Suddenly, without any kind of warning, he slammed his length into me (a/n: dear god help me i am sinning my father), releasing a high pitched moan from my mouth. His fingers combed through my hair, then grabbed it all in one hand and yanked my head up so my back was pressing into his chest. I yelped, but moaned again as he thrusted deeper. 

“O-oh, my God…” I managed to croak out. J pulled my head back by my hair so now it was resting on his shoulder.

“Do you like that, doll?” He asked huskily in my ear, thrusting into me again. I let out a breathy moan. “Do you like Daddy fucking you from behind, huh? Are you enjoying this?”

“Y-yes, Daddy, I am…” I said in between moans. He had already touched my G-spot and I was near my release already.

“You see, baby girl,” he spoke, lowering both of us onto the bed, “Daddy is very mad at the man not doing me good. But,” he said, running his hand down to my pulsating heat, “Daddy disliked even more the way that man was looking at my baby girl.” His lips sucked onto the skin on my neck, his fingers circled my clit and his cock thrusted into me from behind. I was already out of breath, he was driving me insane. 

Moans kept leaving my mouth as J was grunting and growling in my ear when he started thrusting even faster into me. I released an almost pornographic moan, grabbing the sheets around me.

“Nobody. Can have. My baby girl.” He growls in my ear, sending me over the edge. My whole body shivered as I rode out my orgasm and I felt him release his load into me. My breathing was ragged, but heavy as J pulled his cock out of me and exhaled deeply. I tried to calm down my breathing , sweat leaking everywhere on my body as well as his. 

His hands were on my waist as he turned me around so i was facing him. He kissed my lips with a growl of satisfaction and bit onto my lower lip. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl,” he whispered. 


a/n: oHMYGOD LETS ALL SIN TOGETHER SHALL WE

Our Kind Of Love (Part 3/12)

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Steve x Plus Size!Reader

Summary:  You and Steve have a special kind of love.   One that many may not understand.  After all what would a super soldier who looked like that, want with a girl who looked like you?

A/n: Saw This post and was inspired!  If you would like to be tagged please let me know!  
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I want a “just checking in” kind of love.

It had been a week since Steve had left on his mission.  You had spent most of your time at the hospital spending time with the sergeants and Charlie.   As you walked some blankets into the day room, Grace, the head nurse, stops you with a look of surprise.

“Y/n? You were suppose to go home three hours ago.  What are you still doing here?”

You give her a sad smile “It’s just a bit lonely at home at the moment.  I am off the clock I promise. I just rather prefer the company here.”

She gives you a knowing smile and pats your shoulder, going about her duties.  You went over to Charlie and the others handing them out blankets.  

“Sweet girl why in the hell are you still here?”  Charlie asked giving you a look.  You bite your lip and fuss with his blanket and pillow.

“Things are busy around here I am just helping out.”

Charlie tapped the seat beside him urging you to sit down “You know when I was deployed, my Betty use to clean till her hands felt like they were going to fall off.  She did whatever she could to pass the time.   Almost drove herself crazy with worry.  Cap’s a smart guy he’ll be alright.”

You give Charlie a small smile, you knew he was right.  You just couldn’t help but worry about Steve.  Finally deciding to head back to Steve’s you went to your locker to gather your things.  A ding from your phone draws your attention.  You can’t help the smile that takes over your face as you read the text from an unknown number.

I miss you more than words can say.  Just checking in. I love you.

 -Steve

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