just give me the doll

Give me rules give me your attention give me you

Daddy A-Z: Johnny

Originally posted by withsuh

Disclaimer: I couldn’t find the original poster this came from, but I got this from philanddanxreader, I didn’t come up with this. 

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A = Announcement.- How do you tell him and the world that you’re expecting?
I feel like Johnny and his s/o would be that annoyingly cute couple that does elaborate birth announcements that go viral. Telling Johnny would probably be along the lines of doing it on a holiday and giving him a present that’s like…baby shoes and he’s just looking at you like ‘why the fuck did you give me doll clothes’ until it smacks him in the face that 'these are….oh fuck’ and he’s immediately crying. Telling the world and the members would probably be lowkey troll-ish. Like just dropping hints here and there like, “me and mama are going shopping, but i dont think these clothes will fit either of us”, or walking around with an obvious ‘#1 dad!’ shirt and waiting for someone to ask wtf that’s about so he can just smuggly reply ‘lol yeah, imma be a dad.’

B = Books.- Did he read the books?
Johnny read a few. More likely he read the books you bought. With Johnny, I feel like he’s one of the guys that takes a mommyDaddy and Me class, babysitting, things like that to actually experience taking care of a baby, rather than reading about it. 


C = Cuddles.- Who cuddles the baby more? 
Giant tree dad Johnny is 100% glued to the kid. The majority of the first few months, Johnny doesn’t let the baby out of his sight, his tiny offspring is always in his arms, he’s going to be the parent you walk in the room and see him passed out in the rocking chair with his baby on his chest, sleeping.


D = Daddy.- His reaction to being called Daddy and it setting in. 

Being big dumb Johnny, I swear he’s going to constantly be wearing his ‘dad’ shirt, so the entire world knows he’s a dad. But the moment someone actually calls him Dad, he’s just going to end up a big, dumb, smiley mess and giggling like ‘yeah, im dad, woo’

E = Empty.- Who goes to the store when you guys run out of supplies?
You can bet your ass that Johnny’s going to have one of this kid pouch things that you strap your kid in to like a bulletproof vest. He’s done strapped himself and the bub in and heading off to the store before you can even tell him there’s no milk. He knows. He’s on it. 


F = Feeding time- Who does feeding time?

Johnny, he’s like a master on getting baby ‘whines a lot’ to eat. But then again, Johnny ends up making a bigger mess feeding the babe than the baby making a mess eating. Better get a rag.

G = Grumpy baby. - Who is better at dealing with a grumpy baby? 

Johnny is the king of getting a pouty baby to laugh, with his dumb faces and soothing voice. All Johnny really has to do is talk near the baby, and instantly, it’s like sunshines and rainbows touched the kid and the baby is as happy as can be again.

H = How?- how many kids does he want?
I feel like Johnny is more of a less is more, kind of guy. He’ll probably be the one to only want one, or two at the most, just to keep it a small, and warm family. Easier to keep track of when you’re at Disney Land every other weekend. No kids will be lost.


J = Jokes.- best dad joke? 

“What do you call someone with no body and no nose?
Nobody nose XD”

K = Kisses.- His favorite place to kiss the baby.
Johnny’s such a nose kiss kind of dad, and you know it. Whether it’s with his s/o or his bub, he’s giving those good ol’ eskimo kisses, it’s his thing.


L = Little.- How he feels when he holds the baby for the first time.

I bet you anything the first thought he has when the baby is put in his arms is ‘fuck….its little.’ And then probably cries, because it’s so little, and cute, and you and him made it, and fuck he’s a parent holy shit.

M = Mommy.- what does he call you? 

Johnny’s so Daddy and Mommy kind of dad. He’s definitely getting you matching shirts, mugs, stickers for your car, everything. 
Mommy and Daddy. 
<3

N = Nappies.- who deals with the really bad ones? 
This will probably be the only thing Johnny argues over in the relationship; who has to deal with the poops. 9/10 it ends with rock, paper, scissors, and 8/10 times he loses and has to deal with the stinky diaper.

O = Onesies- Who likes to dress the baby in ridiculous outfits? 
Johnny dresses pretty well, I think? I don’t think he’d be the one to make the baby look like a sideshow performer, that’ll probably be on your hands lol.


P = Pet names- names he calls the baby. 

Dammit I’m hurting myself, fuuuuuuck. Johnny’s a fcking giant, you know he’s going to call his kid his ‘little one’ you know it, I know it, the frog in my fish tank knows it. 

Q = Questions.- How many questions does he ask the nurse? 

I don’t think Johnny will ask too many questions, if any at all, after going through the classes and stuff. I think he’d be more inclined to ask questions about his s/o’s well being and how to help minimize the after birth stress and pain.

R = Rely- what is the biggest thing you rely on each other for? 

Most cases it’s emotional support. I feel like you’d rely on each other to just remind one another that this is the hardest part, and it’s going to get better. Johnny’s certainly the comedic relief in the relationship, so he’ll be cracking jokes when you’re ready to give up, and comfort you, and the same to him.

S = Sleep duty. - who gets up when it’s really late at night? 

Johnny’s such the perfect husband material that it hurts my soul. He’s definitely the one that gets up at night more often, it’s probably along the lines of 80:20 on who gets up more. He’s determined to give you as much sleep as possible, and after all, he is the master at calming his baby down.

T = Trepidation.- fears as a new parent. 
I feel like his biggest fear as that he’s not going to be taking his role seriously. It’s a stressful time, and jokes are his coping mechanism, so he’ll probably be terrified that he’s acting like a clown more than a father, and while he is doing the absolute most, he’s afraid he’s not pulling his weight while he’s joking instead.


U = Ultra sounds.- His reactions to the ultrasounds.
Lord knows the water works cut lose hard when he saw the blurry image of his baby wiggling around on the screen. He practically had his face pressed against the screen, and sobbing about how ‘that’s our baby! we made that! holy shit we’re having a baby’


V = Values.- what is the most important value he wants to teach your child.

Although he doesn’t show it, I’m sure he’s seen the hate towards him, and he either doesn’t let it get to him at all, or he’s just holding it together well. I feel like he’d be one to instill the ‘love yourself’ thing in his kid. Because honestly, if you’re confident in yourself, no one can knock you down.

W = Water.- Who gives the babe the baths? 
Because Johnny’s usually the one that made the mess, I feel like he gives the baby baths more, and it’s more like a joint bath. ‘fuck, kid puked on me. well, might as well kill two birds with one stone, lets go baby pukes a lot, bath time’


X = X-mas- what do you guys plan for the holidays? 

Holidays are so fun with Johnny and you know it. He’s probably got you all wearing cheesy family sweaters, and sent Christmas cards to everyone. Holidays with Johnny are those extremely cute family movies, it’s all warm and fuzzy and full of love.

Y = Yelling.- How many fights do the two of you get in? 

Again, I don’t think Johnny would fight with you over anything with the baby, besides the chocolate diapers. He’s relatively calm, and even when he’s mad, he’ll fume on his own, rather than blowing up at you.

Z = Zoo- How crazy is the house after the birth?
It’s literally that: a zoo. There’s applesauce on the ceiling, there’s toys clogging the toilet, is that Johnny’s puke on the rug or the baby’s, god only knows. I’m pretty sure you’ll need to hire a full time maid, or let Taeyong be your house mate to clean that mess up, good lord…

Slipped Through His Grasp

Title: Slipped Through His Grasp

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky x Reader 

Genre: Slight angst, Slight fluff

Summary: Steve didn’t know what he had, until it slipped away from him, right into Bucky’s arms. 


Peggy’s death hit him hard. It was one of those moments where it hits him right in his face; the ugly truth that even though he was this high and mighty super soldier, he could not stop all deaths. Some just slip right through his grasp.

But there she was, standing beside him, her small but comforting hand atop of his. She was Steve’s best friend. A tiny girl with a heart big enough to accept all his flaws, staying by him no matter what.


A year after Peggy’s passing, Steve began to move on. He started to loosen up when someone introduced him to a lady, he started to give small smiles and could even muster some harmless flirting here and there.

But there she was, still standing by him, a small, pained smile hung on her lips. Eyes downcast, as she heaved yet another sigh. She’ll never be on the receiving end of Steve’s flirting or his lingering gaze. She’ll always just be his “best doll”.


“(Y/N)!” he called out as he walked into the kitchen, wearing a pair of dark navy sweatpants, white shirt clinging onto him, damp with perspiration.

She was preparing his breakfast as he was walking in. She knew by heart what time his finished his morning jog, how he preferred his eggs on his toast, how he drank his coffee; all these little bits and pieces of information she picked up only served to make her love for him grow.

Burying those thoughts to the back of her mind, she turned to face him, both their breakfasts in hand, she gave him a smile and said, “Morning Cap. Breakfast?”

He circled over to grab the plates from her and replied with a chuckle, “You really are my best girl, doll.”

The duo settled into a comfortable silence until Steve looked up and said “So… I met this girl…”, voice laced with a bit of embarrassment with matching flushed cheeks.

Hearing those words, she felt a hard tug at her heart and the breakfast she was eating suddenly tasted like cardboard. She swallowed her food, tried to push her tears back and gave him the same pained smile on her lips as she whispered “That’s great Steve! I’m… I’m sure she’s amazing.”


Three months passed after the breakfast conversation, Steve and his girlfriend are cuddled on the cozy couch in the compound’s entertainment room as a movie played in the background. (Y/N) walked into the room, took in the sight and hastily turned back to the corridor leading to her bedroom.

Tears of frustration started pooling in her eyes, her eyebrows furrowed and her footsteps heavy. In the haze of her anger, she didn’t notice the figure coming out from the gym. The figure had his eyes trained on her back, a sense of longing seeping through as he sees her turn into the comfort of her room.


Bucky was mostly a quiet soul. Partly from his assassin training, partly because he didn’t know how to fit into a group that used to hate his guts. Most of the Avengers were more than okay with leaving him to his privacy, all of them but (Y/N).

When Steve finally found Bucky, cleared up all the Civil War mess and brought him back to the compound, Bucky couldn’t bring himself to look at anyone in the eye, let alone speak to them. Most of the S.H.I.E.L.D agents were wary of him, and the Avengers left him on his own and pretended he didn’t exist.

(Y/N), though, understood his need for silence. But she also never let him forgot he belonged. She started making an extra big serving of breakfast for him when she prepared hers and Steve’s. She also made sure to include old 40’s films when it was her turn to pick for movie night. She knew Bucky wouldn’t join them, but she tried anyway. She just wanted him to know someone cared.


Another three months has passed, Steve was still with the pretty S.H.I.E.L.D agent. This was the longest relationship he’s had since he came out of ice. (Y/N) and Bucky’s friendship has also blossomed into something neither of them expected. They found solace in each other’s silence and comfort in each other’s gaze.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)? Doll? You here?” Bucky called out, hesitantly pushing her bedroom door open.

(Y/N) was huddled in her thick blanket, sniffles could be heard coming from under.

Hearing that, Bucky hastily closed the door and settled himself on her bed as he quietly wrapped a strong arm over the lump of her covered in the blanket. They stayed in the position in silence for a good long while until (Y/N) poked her head out from under, her face red from sobbing.

She took a few deep breaths and gave the worried soldier a shaky smile.

“I’m okay. I’m sorry I scared you,” she said, her voice hoarse.

Bucky circled his arm around her waist and hoisted her over to him, placing the girl in between his legs. She leaned back into him and snuggled into his warm form.

“Doll? Will you… will you tell me what’s wrong? I’m worried for you. This is the third time I’ve found you like this in the past month.” he whispered as he placed his stubbled chin on her head.

After a short moment of silence, she let out a resigned sigh and closed her eyes. “It’s… it’s Steve,” she said, her voice small and shaky.

“He’s canceled six times on me in half a year. We were supposed to go for the WWII exhibition in town today, but he’s gone with his girlfriend instead,” she said.

Letting out a self-depreciating smile, she continued on, “I mean, it sounds kind of petty doesn’t it? Forget what I said, I’m just a little on edge recently.”.

Bucky’s arms tightened around her waist, wanting to provide her with any amount of comfort, no matter how little.

“Hey, doll… Do you want to go for the exhibition with me tomorrow? I’d have you know I was a respectable sergeant of that time!” Bucky asked, chuckling into her shoulder.


From that day on, Bucky and (Y/N) not only found solace and comfort in each other, they found a sense of belonging, a load of fun and laughter as they spent most of their waking time with one another.

The two were enjoying breakfast over playful banter as Steve walked into the kitchen. He furrowed at the sight, a slight pang of anger hitting him as he sees Bucky wiping a spot off the corner of (Y/N) mouth.

“Morning,” Steve mumbled out as he took his seat next to (Y/N). The flash of surprise on the two’s faces did not escape Steve’s eyes as his annoyance bubbled seeing the coordinated expression on his two friends’ faces.

“Hey, Steve! I didn’t know you’re joining us for breakfast! I’ll go prepare yours now. Just give me a moment alright!” (Y/N) said, hopping off her chair.

“Doll, let me help. I’m almost done with breakfast.” Bucky offered, following her.

Steve’s frown deepened at the nickname Bucky called his best friend.

“You’re usually having breakfast with Jeanette at this time, aren’t you? Where’s she? Should I prepare hers as well?” (Y/N) asked, rummaging through the fridge.

“No. She’s off for a spa appointment with her friends. Again.” Steve grumbled, eye still not leaving the pair standing side by side preparing his breakfast.


It took a whole month till Steve realized what was wrong. Why his heart clenched as he saw Bucky and (Y/N) together doing some mundane day to day activity. He didn’t want Bucky to be the one standing next to (Y/N), he didn’t want Bucky to be the one helping her grab the plates from the highest shelves, he didn’t want her to be wearing Bucky’s shirts, he didn’t want Bucky to be who she screamed for when she spots a spider in her room. He wants it to be him. Steve Rogers.

But as he looked over at her, a huge smile hung on her face, her tiny body engulfed in Bucky’s gray sweater, her hair splayed over his chest, giggling as Bucky whispered something in her ears, he realized, all he could do was wish.

There was once he thought even as a super soldier he couldn’t control what slipped through his grasp. And that hurt. Now, knowing that he let something so precious slip through his grasp, something his efforts could have helped salvage, his heart felt like it broke into a million pieces over and over again.

He let the best thing he had slip right through his grasp.

Tagging @itsanerdlife - the sweetest person I’ve met on tumblr so far. 

Hiraeth | Pt.4

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Words: 7,135.

Genre: Zombie apocalypse au, angst.

Summary: A world full of dwindling hope and lost loves and yet you and Jungkook are all the other needs to feel at home.

A/N: Inspired by The Last of Us.

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Traveling Soldier

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: Written for @yourtropegirl ​‘s birthday challenge.  Happy Birthday, my love!! My song was Travelin’ Soldier by the Dixie Chicks.  it just fit Steve so well i couldn’t stay away. and guys, i really really love this one okay.  It’s my baby. (Also it’s mostly canon with some tiny changes)

Summary: Steve makes a stop in a diner in a small town in New York on his way to training camp and meets a waitress that he feels inexplicably drawn to.

Warnings: seven thousand words of straight up angst my dudes. okay, it’s a little fluffy, but mostly angst. and a lil bit of cursing

Words: 7109 (jesus christ)

tags: @itsanerdlife @feelmyroarrrr @jimtkirkisabitch @sistasarah-sallysaidso @ravengirl94 (honestly tagging people i want to hurt with angst)

You lean against the counter of the diner, finally getting a chance to rest after the busy lunch rush.  You take a sip of your cold and thick coffee and groan when you see the time.  It was already 2:30? Damn.  

You grimace at your coffee cup and take another sip.  Just another half hour, and you were off for the rest of the day.  You hear a laugh and look up through the open window to the kitchen.  Ronnie, the older cook that owned the diner with her husband, was laughing and shaking her head at you.  

“You keep starin’ at that coffee like that it’ll turn to stone.”

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You Got It Bad

A/N: this is for @amarvelouswritings 2k follower celebration. It’s based off of prompts 19 “what? No, I never said that…” & 28 “if I kissed you right now, what would you do”

Pairings: Bucky x reader mentions of Steve & Natasha

Warnings: mentions of violence & fighting, sassy Bucky & reader, it’s Bucky & he never behaves for me so yes there’s smut.

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“Is that the best you’ve got old man?” To say you loved sparring with Bucky would be a gross understatement. It was the highlight of your day. Not only was he a fantastic trainer but the verbal sparring was always amazing as well.

“Remember who you’re fighting little one, you may have bitten off more than you can handle.” “Not a chance Frosty, I can handle anything you throw at me. We both know I’m the best you’ve ever trained.” “What? I never said that. Why would I say that?” While Bucky is too busy scoffing at your words, you quickly get your legs around his & take him down. You can’t contain your smirk before getting up & strutting away. “Whatever you say old man.” the door closes & Sam can’t contain his laugh at Barnes on the floor, metal arm thrown over his eyes. “Maaan you have got it BAD! When are you gonna make a move? You know she won’t be single forever right? I’m pretty sure Gary from accounting is about to finally work up the courage to ask her out.” Bucky glares at him before leaving the room, murder strut on full display.

Sam knew he shouldn’t mess with the soldier but he just can’t help himself. While he knows Gary is interested, he also knows that Gary has been shot down by you. You only have eyes for Bucky. But Bucky didn’t have to know that.

After a quick shower you decide to lay on the couch & watch Netflix, it was a Leverage kind of day. Just as you hit play, a large body flops on top of yours, you grunt despite Bucky keeping most of his weight on his metal arm….oh that arm…no! Bad y/n he’s your friend & mentor & totally doesn’t see you that way.

“Doll if you think any harder, you’re going to have smoke coming out of your ears. What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?” You scramble for something to say before seeing your favorite blue eyed hitter walk into frame. Perfect! “Oh nothing much Bucky. I was just wondering, you didn’t happen to father any kids at some point did you? I mean look at this guy, he’s got beautiful brown hair, piercing blue eyes, he’s got that thing he does with his eyes that I’m pretty sure could kill people & not to mention he’s got your murder strut. I’m calling it Barnes, old man winter has a really hot kid or grandkid.” Bucky is silent for a bit before falling off the couch laughing, when he finally catches his breath all he can do is shrug. “Who the fuck knows doll, I was about to say no way but honestly anything is possible. I vaguely remember Winter getting around a lot during missions. He liked to go rogue when the brainwashing started breaking down, it’s possible.”

Well you weren’t expecting that and you don’t really have an answer except to laugh & pull him back up on the couch. He snuggles into your neck & you’re both out within a few minutes. Neither of you hearing Sam squeal & take a picture that he quickly runs to show Steve & Nat.

After the picture of y'all snuggling had made its rounds, unbeknownst to the two of you, the betting pool was in full swing. Unfortunately for Gary who had apparently made the mistake of opening his mouth within earshot of Natasha, the spy definitely didn’t take his comments well and it was only due to Steve reluctantly intervening that he survived the encounter.

Unfortunately all bets would have to wait until after the upcoming mission. Word had come that a dead Hydra base wasn’t so dead after all so everyone suited up, Thor & Loki coming from Asgard to assist.

The fight quickly heated up but that didn’t stop you & Bucky from sassing each other almost constantly. Of course this also lead to you both getting separated from the group but that wasn’t a surprise.

“Kinda moving slow there Sarge, you getting tired? I thought you had super stamina.” “Oh I’ll show you super stamina doll, just give me the chance.” “Not sure you could handle me Sarge, I tend to be insatiable after a good fight.” You didn’t get to hear what Bucky’s response would’ve been because suddenly a shot rang out & before you could blink Bucky was on the ground holding his side. He’d taken a bullet for you, he was going to pay for that later. You’d make sure of it.

A voice calls out from the darkness, “well if it isn’t the famed fist of Hydra, looking at you now I have to say I don’t see what the big deal is. You take a bullet for some little bitch & now you’re on the floor. They’d be very disappointed in you.” “Did he really just call me a bitch?” “That’s what I heard doll.” “that fucking dick twizzler.” “Well in his defense he doesn’t know you. Plus he’s Hydra, what more can you expect?” “Seriously? You’re defending the shit head that just shot you?” Bucky shrugs but before he can respond the agent speaks up, not appreciating being ignored. “So what, you find a woman & now you’re all weak? How disappointing. This definitely makes my victory a little less sweet.” “Oh actually I’m perfectly capable of getting up & ripping you head off with my right hand. But that would be too nice. You see, it’s not me you have to worry about. It’s her.” The agent begins to scoff but is stopped by your punch hitting him directly in the solar plexus. The fight is intense but it’s clear you’re just toying with him.

Hearing the shot & ensuing fight, Steve quickly ran to assist but seeing how much fun you were obviously having & the sappy smile on Bucky’s face he just goes to assist his lovesick friend. “Are you serious jerk? That is obviously a flesh wound, it will heal before we get back home. Are you really just going to sit there smiling like an idiot? “ “I can’t help it punk, she’s just too perfect. I mean look at that kick, the knife flip & don’t get me started on the thigh lock.” Steve has to agree that’s a perfect thigh lock, though he’s aware Natasha is listening so he’s not about to do more than grunt.

“Bucky I swear if you don’t say something soon, I’m gonna lose my shit. The girl you love is fighting & you’re looking at her like she’s walking down the aisle towards you.” “Well maybe this is what my dream wedding would be like punk. I bet Tony could become an ordained minister in like 10 minutes & marry us before fuck face over there gets punch drunk.” Pinching his nose the exasperated Captain sighs. He’s too old for this shit, he needs a vacation. I bet Natasha loves the tropics, I’d kill to see Nat in that tiny bikini again…..or out of it. Focus Steve!! Corral the morons, then you can pin Nat to the nearest available surface. “Buck, this isn’t pirates of the Caribbean & Tony definitely isn’t Barbosa & please don’t give him any ideas.” “Hey I’m totally Captain Barbosa!!!!” Steve groans, can they stick him back in the ice now?

“Come on y/n just knock his ass out already for fucks sake!!!” Smirking from atop the agents shoulders you quickly land a punch to the base of his skull then bounce over to the clearly…frustrated Captain & pout at him. “Aww I was having fun Stevie.” “whatever kiddo, let’s get the bleeding idiot back to the quinjet.”

Steve was right about Bucky healing before y'all got home. Good thing too because as soon as you landed, Gary made the unwise decision to run up to welcome you home, stupidly missing the murder eyes being given to him by the soldier at your side. Bucky figured his good deeds were done for the day & he really didn’t think the government would forgive him for happily murdering their agent.

Instead he grabbed you & threw you over his shoulder & murder strutted the fuck out of there. Your fists pounding his back has no effect and it only makes the team laugh harder, you can feel his chest rumbling as he tries to silence his own. He finally sits you down outside his door, now that he has you alone, he can’t help but feel nervous.

“Y/n?” “Yeah Bucky?” “if i kissed you right now, what would you do?” thankfully your mouth forms the words your brain refuses to produce. “Why don’t you try it & find out?” Time slows to a crawl as he threads his hands into your hair. Searching your eyes for any doubt, he finally presses his lips to yours in a bone melting kiss. Time finally begins to move normally as you blindly fall into his room, clothes flying in all directions. He shreds your panties, snickering at your quickly hushed protest.

You finally get your full view of his body when he tosses you on the bed. You take a moment to look at each other, appreciating every line, curve - scar. For once neither of you feel self conscious, you can’t when the love is so obviously shining in each other’s eyes. Words aren’t necessary.

Breaking the mutual appreciation, Bucky launches onto the bed making you both laugh. You begin kissing and touching every available place on each other. You’re both so worked up that foreplay isn’t even required. But where’s the fun in that? Rolling to where you’re on top, Bucky wastes no time spinning you so that you’re sitting on his face, licking a broad stripe up to your clit before circling it with his tongue. You cry out, wanting to just enjoy what he’s doing to you but you can see his cock already rock hard & leaking. You immediately take him as far down as you can into your throat, drawing a loud growl from the soldier beneath you at the unexpected pleasure coursing through him.

The vibrations of his voice triggers your orgasm and you can feel him throb in your throat but before he can cum he pulls you up roughly and rolls you beneath him and thrusts in agonizingly slow. You moan against each other’s lips as he finally enters you fully. Needing a moment to adjust, he rests his forehead on yours. “I love you y/n” I love you James” hearing his name from your lips snaps his control & he sets a brutal pace that’s perfect for the built up adrenaline & sexual tension. Feeling you begin to tighten around him, he quickly slides his metal hand between you to circle your clit. “Ah fuck doll, I can feel you’re close doll. Cum for me love.” Arching your back, you cum screaming his name.

He sits up, lifting your hips and pounds into you immediately triggering another orgasm as he cums deep inside you. Screaming your name and a truly impressive mix of Russian and English swears. He falls over you and tries to catch his breath. You trade slow kisses and soft touches as you both come down from your highs. He pulls out of you with a hiss & quickly gets a warm cloth to clean you both.

He pulls you to rest on his chest, his metal arm cooling your overheated skin. Everything is quiet until he starts laughing softly “doll, you should’ve seen that assholes face when Steve walked up & sat down beside me. Pretty sure he was questioning every choice he ever made.” He shows you the picture he managed to take and you both dissolve into giggles which are quickly interrupted by Steve & Nat pounding on your adjoining wall & Steve yelling “while we all appreciate y'all FINALLY fucking out all that sexual tension..” “And winning us the bet!!” “NAT!!!” “Oh come on Steve, like you’re not TOTALLY excited for two weeks on Tony’s private island” “…Ok Natasha is right but THE REST OF US WOULD STILL LIKE TO SLEEP TONIGHT!!!!!” “SHUT UP PUNK” you both laugh some more before snuggling down & quickly falling asleep. Everything finally as it should be.

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You’re not weak

Originally posted by heatherpotter

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Words: 806
Warning(s): Angst. Fluff at the end!

So this is my first real writing on tumblr, so please have mercy with me!
Also English isn’t my native language so if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes I’m sorry.
Thoughts are bold.


(Y/N) can do this!

Sure, she is the best!
Of course, if someone can do it then (Y/N)!

Stop! Please stop!


Everytime I can hear them. How proud they seem to be. But why?

I can’t do anything like they say. Maybe it seems like I could take care of all these things. Take care of my job, my friends and my private life. But it’s not that easy. Of course, I always give you a smile. I don’t want to show you how scared I am to fail.

And I failed so many times and you didn’t even noticed. At least, I thought you didn’t.

Bucky always watches me. Even when I won’t recognize it, he takes care of me. Still I won’t talk to him, he has enough problems to deal with and I don’t want to be another one of them.


Bucky’s POV

There is that look again. I can tell it at the way her eyes scan the room when Tony gives another speech about how great she did in training the new recruits for the field. She’s great. Everyone knows it. And I love her more than she could ever imagine it but she doesn’t know. I don’t want to be another problem (Y/N) has to take care of.

But it would break my heart if I would ever see her with someone else who is not me. I know that sounds selfish but I love her and I don’t want her to get hurt. (Y/N) doesn’t deserves this.

So I follow her when she gives us an excuse to leave. I feel Steve’s eyes on my back when I leave the others behind and stroll after her.

She does that very often but I think the others never notice this. Everytime when some of the others try to praise her in any kind of way, (Y/N) tries to leave or escape this situation because she can’t handle the smiles. I don’t know exactly why but (Y/N) can’t take those compliments. Maybe she thinks she isn’t good enough.

“(Y/N) wait!” I call out and she frozes.


(Y/N)’s POV

Oh please, leave me alone. I can’t handle another ‘How great I am’ speech!

Slowly I turn around and meet Bucky’s gaze. His blue eyes search my face for any emotions like he always does when he notices that something depresses me.

“Yes? What’s the matter?” I ask and shift from one foot to the other.

In some kind of way he looks nervous and his gaze turns towards the floor before he speaks up again and raises his head to meet my eyes.

“I was worried about you. I knew something is up so I wanted to see if everything is okay…” he mumbles and stratches his neck a little bit which looks really cute.

Just say that everything is okay like you always do. You can’t bother him with your problems. Give him a smile and just leave.

The voices in my head are getting louder and all I can do is to squeeze my eyes shot.

In the next second I feel two strong arms embracing me. First I am really caught off guard but then I let myself sink into Bucky’s embrace. I can’t hide it no longer and start to cry.

He begins to caress my hair and kisses my head slightly while he speaks to me “I don’t want you to feel alone. I know that you do everything to make us happy but you have to be happy as well, you know?”

I nod sniffling and raise my head. Softly he strokes my cheek and brushes the tears away that are flooding down to my chin.

“And you know why?” he whispers and looks deeply into my eyes. Slowly I shake my head.

“Because I love you more than I thought I could ever love a person. You are such a strong woman even if you think you’re weak. And you help me so much by just smiling at me in the morning. Can you give me that smile again, doll? Come on…” Bucky winks and gives me his award-winning smile as a smile spread over my face.

“You love me?” another sniff leaves my nose as I look up into his bright blue eyes who sparkle when he gives me a smile “Yes, I do…soo much, (Y/N)”

“Can I tell you a secret?” I whisper and look over his shoulder down the floor to see if someone of the others are watching us. He nods and holds me in his arms as I stand on my toes and give him a quick sweet kiss on his pink plump lips. Smiling he responses with another kiss “Let me guess, you feel the same?”

“You’re such a smart-ass, Sergeant” I grin and wrap my arms around his neck.


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King of Anything (2/2)

Prompt: Part 2 of 2 for @nataliarxmanxva ‘s season writing challenge! ‘Are you…wearing a suit? At the beach?’

Summary: You’ve avoided going to New York because you don’t want to run into your old best friend, Carter Baizen, but a supposedly relaxed day at the beach proves that you can’t run from your past.

Pairing: Carter Baizen x Reader

Word Count: 3009 words

Notes: Y/N/N means your nickname, you choose what it’ll be!

Part 1 

Originally posted by bellamyblakesgun

Previously: 

You take a deep breath, ignoring Nicole’s confused look at you.

“Carter?”

The man pauses his talking suddenly, and turns around, showing Carter Baizen’s face to you for the first time in years.


His brows crinkle in confusion, before giving you a charming smile.  It’s too fake, too smooth, as if he uses it all the time.

“That’s my name, sweetheart. Do I know you? I’m sure I’d remember a sexy girl like you.” He says with a smirk, and your fists clench by your side, heart racing. He doesn’t fucking remember you, even after being friends for years, and you remembering him. Seriously, how arrogant did he get? And ‘sexy girl?’ What the hell?!

“You know fucking what? I’ll leave you to figure that out yourself, Carter.” You grind out, knowing that you can at least try to make your voice intimidating, even if you in your pretty good looking swimsuit won’t help your cause.

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Mistah J’s Doll - Joker x Reader Imagine

Request: Sorry to bother you but I think your stories are great and I would like to request a jokerxreader where it’s Halloween and the reader dresses up as a sexy doll just for her mistah J. Again, sorry to bother you.

You guys are never bothering me, with that being said I am so sorry I haven’t posted anything in ages I am back now and will be updating regularly. 

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Y/N’s POV 

It was early in the morning when woke I woke up to cold sheets lying next to me, showing me that J had left earlier this morning for his business meeting. I stretched my tired bones out, popped a few joints then slowly wandered out of our bed. Today was halloween one of my favorite holidays and you know damn well I was about to get spooky maybe a little sexy for Mistah J. 

I went threw my morning routine of getting ready, I started with my hair and makeup then moving to my outfit for the day. I found a my long jean jacket, pairing it with my white cropped tee and black jeans. 

Grabbing my keys off the mantle I wandered over to my black Ferrari that J had bought for my birthday last year, smiling at the memory I got in and headed to my favorite halloween shop. 

It was easy for me to go out in public since the press hadn’t figured out who the Joker’s queen was, to everyone on the streets I was a normal citizen of Gotham. Which to me is more terrifying for the people since a criminal was lurking in the store shadows.

I wanted to give Mistah J a treat tonight so I needed to find a sexy little costume to play around in. Moving through the aisles I went to the adult section gazing at all the costumes. 

A small black costume caught my eye it had gold and black jester signs labeled all over the corset of the costume. I picked it off the rack and some small black booty shorts that were next to it. The fish nets across from the costume would fit perfectly with the rest of the ensemble, I payed the cashier with money from my account even though I haven’t worked in months I still have quite the savings account even though Mistah J says I don’t need to pay for anything, but we all know what his method of payment is. 

Shortly after arriving back at the penthouse I played the outfit on the bed and heading to take a shower so I could be all fresh for the rest of the night. Mistah J would be home in a couple hours and I wanted to make sure I was ready for our little spooky night. 

J had planned to go out on a murder spree tonight in order to wreck havoc on his favorite holiday but I had convinced him otherwise. I styled my hair in beauty waves with a bit of definition and I did my makeup in a doll look that had a sexy touch to it. 

J would be home in a half hour so I slid into the tight costume that should my mid drift and quite a bit of my butt, it was more of lingerie then a costume at this point but I knew that J wouldn’t mind at all. I slid into the black heels that sat at the bottom the bed and whipped around to look at myself in the mirror. 

Damn did I look good, J will be ecstatic to see me in this. 

Downstairs I heard the door open and the sound of J’s voice echoed throughout  the penthouse calling out for me. Strutting down the hallway to the balcony that overlooks the living room where J was standing I mischievously giggled catching his attention.

“My my doll don’t we look ravishing.” J spoke with a low growl that always seems to get me a little worked up.

“I got all dressed up just for you, J.” The words flowed out of my mouth as if they were made of silk. 

“Now why are you just standing there doll come give me a kiss.” He speaks slowly after stretching out his arms signaling for me to come to him. 

Gliding down the stairs moving my hips ever so slightly to tease him, I couldn’t help but get excited for what was coming. 

A low growl escaped his clenched teeth as a strutted towards him embracing myself in his strong arms and catching his lips with mine. J had pulled away after a short kiss and spun me around checking out my entire outfit. 

“You did this all for me doll?” J asked with a sly grin slowly spreading across his pale face. 

“Yes Mistah J.” 

J looked as if he was pondering for a second before demanding that all the henchmen leave the main area of the penthouse. His grin growing larger. 

“Now doll, lets enjoy our halloween shall we?” 

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Im so sorry this was so dreadfully awful I will be posting more better quality imagines!

Requests are still open so let me know what you guys want! 

-M

Not the Best Time

A Wattpad request. Bucky and Steve are not mine. They are Marvel’s. 

Warnings: some awkwardness, fluff, bad timing

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader, Steve Rogers

Originally posted by archieaddict

Since Bucky’s escape from HYDRA, he was slow turning back into his old self. The flirtatious and charming man from the 40s. While Steve was thrilled that his friend was coming back out of his shell, there was one problem. You.

               You weren’t exactly problem. It was the fact that Bucky had really taken a shining to you and would choose the absolute worst times to flirt and be cute with you. You were an Enhanced, able to control the elements, so Bucky and Steve loved having you as back-up. That meant you were most often paired with them on missions. That was the time Bucky chose to flirt and be cute. It drove you and Steve crazy, even if it was slightly endearing.

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[This fic was requested by @awesome-impala1967as well as one anonymous individual I believe, I hope you all enjoy it! Also if you guys are interested this fic was inspired by Distance by Christina Perri so if you guys wanted to listen to it I recommend you start listening when they mention someone named Tobias]

“So did I tell you this is fucking awesome? Because it is fucking awesome,” I was practically bouncing with the excitement of it all, but he was still in character so he just looked at me with mild irritation.
           "I met Will Smith, did you see that? I met The Prince, I am-“ he gave me a look before entering his trailer.
           "I can be chill, I can totally be- there’s Margot! Oh God, she is so beautiful!”
           I followed after him quickly, he was already seated with his laptop out and I took a calming breath.
           "Admittedly I have no chill when it comes to certain celebrities. You’d think I’d be used to all this by now but come on, it’s like Christmas!“
           "Quiet,” he growled.
           I rolled my eyes, flopping back on the small couch. Sneaking a glance over at him I smiled.

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           I jumped, dropping my mug when there was a loud pound on the door. I cursed when it shattered and a piece of it cut my foot and shrieked when scalding coffee splashed on me. For fuck sakes! Looking at my watch I threw my hands up in the air, 3am. Who the fuck pounds on the door like that at 3… Oh. Of course, how could I have forgotten for a second?
           Limping over to the door I pulled it open. He wasn’t there though, but on the carpet just outside the door sat a little black gift box.

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anonymous asked:

okay as much as I want to send almost all of the best friend prompts because they're wonderful and your writing is also wonderful I'll limit myself to “You can’t even reach me to hit me, shortie-OW!!”

Oh thank you so much <3

Originally posted by samisoffthewall

“Bucky , give it back” you crossed your arms and tried to look intimidating as possible.

Bucky simply chuckled in response. “Is that supposed to scare me, doll?”.

“Just give me the damn cookie” you growled, standing your ground.

“You’re so cute when you’re mad” he laughed, even booping your nose to annoy you further.

“Don’t make me take it from you” you threatened, Bucky holding the last cookie above your head.

“You can’t even reach me to hit me, shortie-OW!!” kicking his shin, Bucky dropped the cookie.

Grabbing it and taking a bite you teased your best friend over your shoulder, “I may be short , but I can still kick your legs”.

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She’d just set her book bag down when Ali came up on her. “Hey Doll, I was wondering when you could come by to help with my economics stuff? I’m just not getting it at all.”  She reached out touching Kadie on her arm, adding a saccharine smile. The fine hairs on Kadie’s neck stood up.

“I’m sorry, I’d forgotten. How about if I come over some time this week after classes?” 

“That would be perfect. Thanks Doll! Just give me a ring.” She ran off to talk to another group.

“Remind me to keep my big mouth shut before I offer to help again.” She took a sip of her coffee.

“Never happen, Beautiful. You make your own decisions. Besides, you can handle the likes of her. Weasels are fairly easy to deal with.”

“Hmmph! The Halloween party is this coming weekend, what are we doing?“ Kadie peeled a banana, seeing the curve of his lip as she did. 

“Earth to Toby.” She tilted her head.

“Uhm, yeah, we can make an appearance.” He sat entranced by her as she seductively wrapped her lips around the banana. “Oh Beautiful, now you’re just being mean.” He shifted uncomfortably on the bench.

Her brow shot up as she snarled biting into the banana. 

“Ouch!” he winced.

“See, now that,” she said, chewing and swallowing, “would be mean.”

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You Don’t Belong With Him - Negan & Carl Grimes Imagine

Part 2

Part 3

request: I adore your work💕 I was actually wondering if you could do a story(imagine?preference?) of reader X negan where the reader is like 17-18?and is apart of ricks group. The backstory would be like reader use to have feelings for Carl but Carl friend zone / rejected their feelings and now negan comes along and everytime he sees reader he would enjoy their company and tease the reader with sweet words and almost kisses and reader catches feelings, which makes Carl jealous af lol

a/n: everything italicized is a flashback from when the reader had a thing for carl

let me know what you think! my messages and inbox are always open, and i respond to everything :-)

word count: 1627


Alright, you can do this. You quickly walked up to the gates of Alexandria to greet Negan. This was something you thought you’d never have to deal with again. After meeting Rick when you were little, you always felt safe. Now… You were unsure. 

Alright, you can do this. You slowly walked up to Carl, unsure of how to address the subject. This was something you thought you’d ever have to deal with again. Boys. One boy in particular. You wanted to tell him how you’d felt for months, and you knew you had to do it soon. With the world’s current state of being, you didn’t have much time to tell him how you felt before something bad was bound to happen. 

“Hey, beautiful,” Negan said loudly from the opposite side of the gate. He leaned in and smirked at you, raising his eyebrows. 

“You talkin’ to me?” you snapped. “What’s your problem?” you asked sarcastically.

“Sure ain’t the view,” Negan sighed, rocking back on his heels. You stood confidently, not giving in to his manipulative mind games. You knew, though, that if Negan wanted you, he would take you. 

“In all seriousness, I want to talk to you about something,” Negan mumbled, his voice growing quieter so only you and a few other people could hear. Fear jolted throughout your body and limbs. Well, there went your confidence. 

“Hey, Carl?” you said quietly from behind him. He turned over his shoulder and smiled at you, brushing his hair out of his face.

“Oh, hey, (Y/N),” Carl said with a smile. “What’s up?”

You took a deep breath and adjusted your shoulders, remembering Maggie’s advice. Be confident; Boys can’t resist a girl who knows what she wants and takes it.

“I really just want to talk about something,” you muttered. Well, there went your confidence. 

“I barely know you! There’s no way in hell you’re just gonna kill my friends, steal our shit, then take me back with you as a goddamn trophy! I won’t let that bullshit happen. You can sure as hell count on that. Do you have any idea what you’d put me through? Did you really expect me to say yes to your offer? Screw off,” you yelled, leaving Negan shocked. 

“Look, (Y/N), we’ve known each other for a really long time–and I care for you a lot. I just… I don’t want what happened to my dad to happen to us, you know? When my mom died, you saw him. You know how much it tore him apart. And Jessie, too. I don’t want that for us. Maybe if things were different, we’d work. I just care about you too much to risk that. I’m sorry,” Carl said gently, placing his hand on your shoulder before walking away. 

“Well, here’s the deal. Either you come back with me, or I kill someone. Anyone of my choice, and at the moment… I’m thinking cowboy,” Negan snarled, pointing his gun at Carl. His eye caught yours, and your breathing sped up. Sure, he let you down when you confessed everything to him, but you still cared for him.

“Fine,” you groaned, giving in to his threat. If he had killed Carl because of your defiance, you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself. “I’ll go with you, but I won’t be happy about it.”

“Ah, doll, you just give me time, and you’ll change your mind about that,” Negan grumbled. 

You nodded, for you were suddenly unable to speak to the boy you had grown to love. You had never felt so broken in your life. Of all the things you’d been through, you’d think a teenage heartbreak would be nothing. You’d be wrong.

 When you arrived at the Sanctuary, you were treated with a tour of the whole place. It was magnificent, really, how he had built this community from the ground up and given people a place to stay. These people didn’t just respect him–They worshipped him. They kneeled before him, and anyone who walked at his side was untouchable. 

When you first met Rick, you were introduced to everybody in the small group they had. It was amazing, really, how he had brought strangers together and given them hope. These people weren’t just his friends–They respected him. You were the only other kid in the group. Naturally, you and Carl were drawn to each other. You always felt safest when you were by his side. You knew he would keep you safe from all harm. 

“So, are you just gonna screw me all the damn time? Is that why I’m here?” you asked annoyedly. You had been through it before; the sexually suggestive comments, the inappropriate touches, and the filthy things that had been said to and about you. 

“God, no. I’ve got my wives for that. You… I want to get to know you,” Negan admitted, sitting down across from you and offering you some fruit.

You stared at him in disbelief. “You’re joking, right? Come on, if you want to screw me just do it. I’m not gonna sit around a goddamn table and talk about the weather with you like we’re friends. I hate your guts. I’d kill you if I could. You know that.”

“I just want to talk, really. I mean it. I’m not gonna make any moves on you,” he chuckled. For a moment, you caught yourself admiring the glint in his eyes, but you snapped yourself out of it before your mind could wander too far. 

“I don’t have many women who go on runs with me. I’ve seen you in your group; You’re tough. You could be of use to me, and I could give you whatever you want, as long as you stay here. This is a one time offer. I want you to really think about it before you just say no. You could really benefit from this-”

“I’ll do it.” Your bluntness took Negan by surprise, but he was delighted. 

When you arrived in Alexandria a week later, you had already assisted him with a few other communities, including the Hilltop and the Kingdom. You had never heard of it before, but you were greeted by Morgan, who informed you that Carol was okay. That was really a relief for you. Carl ran up to you with open arms, but Negan pointed the head of Lucille at his chest.

“Hands to yourself, cowboy,” he demanded. Carl was furious. You could tell. His mouth shut and he deeply and quickly exhaled clenching his fists at his sides. 

To your surprise, Negan came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, placing his head on your shoulder. Your shoulders awkwardly hunched to avoid his touch, but Negan didn’t seem to notice. 

“I think it’s time to go,” he whispered. You sadly smiled at Carl, then followed Negan into the truck. He drove alone with you in one of the smaller cars. 

“So,” he began, his voice being the only audible sound other than the rocking of the tires beneath you, “What’s up with you and cowboy?”

You shook your head, fiddling with a bracelet on your wrist. “Nothing’s up.”

“Come on, darlin’. You really expect me to believe he just came runnin’ up to ya’ because you’re buddies. Did ya’?” Negan taunted. When you remained silent, his voice softened. “Tell me.”

You exhaled deeply before allowing him into your past. “I loved him. I really did. We were young, but I know I loved him. I’ve known him since we were little kids, and his dad saved my life countless times. He’s a good guy–Rick. Go easy on him. Anyways, Carl didn’t feel the same way, and we just kinda… drifted apart. Of course we still talked occasionally. How couldn’t we? We were neighbors in Alexandria. Rick almost had me move in with them.”

Negan’s eyes darted between you and the road ahead of him. It was obvious he actually cared about what you had to say. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

The next week, when you went to visit Alexandria, Negan let you call the shots. He said he ‘just wasn’t feeling up to it.’ You knew better. You were helping everyone load up the trucks when you felt his firm grip on your shoulder. He spun you around so you were facing him and placed his face an inch away from yours. 

“Cowboy’s been keepin’ an eye on you,” he whispered. You didn’t know what was taking over you, but you began to lean into him. Before you could kiss him, he stopped you. “Save it for later, sweetheart.”

When you returned to your work, you noticed the old sheriff’s hat perched upon Carl’s head. You smiled at him, but he just frowned at you. 

“You don’t belong with him,” he said boldly, stepping closer to you. 

“Carl, cut it out. He’s gonna get mad if he sees you talking to me,” you warned. 

“Well, Cowboy. If she doesn’t belong with me, then who does she belong with? You?” Negan was back behind you, this time, his hands were placed on your shoulder and your hip. You stiffened under his grip, but he squeezed you lightly, reassuring you into easing up. 

“I’m sorry, Carl. We have to get going,” you muttered, turning away from him and climbing into the truck. On your way out, Negan grabbed Carl’s hat and tossed it on the ground behind him. 

“Oops,” he shrugged, and joined you in the car. 

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Open Water: Pt. 1

A Bucky x Reader / AU

Master List

A/N: Okay, I’m not gonna say much about this cuz I don’t want to blab off and spoil, but thank you so much @bovaria for helping me out with this. I hope you guys like it, and let me know if you want me to continue. xo

Summary (brief):  You and Bucky are marine biologists, utter rivals, forced to be stuck on a tiny fishing boat together.

Word Count: 1,115

Warnings:
- none, yet. 

Tags: (at the bottom)

*gif is not mine. 

It was a cloudy day, the overcast, silver clouds looming over the boat like a blanket of despair. The vessel rocked back and forth on the choppy waves, testing your otherwise strong stomach.

You vowed to yourself that you wouldn’t let the weather get to you from the get go, knowing that the pod of dolphins you’d been tracking for months were in the area, and one of the females was due to give birth any day now. That was until you’d found out Bucky would be joining you on your trip.

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