John Winchester ficlet for Fluff Appreciation Day!
For my wonderful supporter @smalltowndivaj who suggested I could write John Winchester reading a cereal box and she’d read it. Thanks love, I appreciate your faith in me. Here’s John Winchester reading a cereal box. ❤️ This was supposed to be all fluff but of course it ended up with implied smut too.
I tired to ignore his rustling as I read a serious article about politics in the newspaper. Finally I looked up with an annoyed glare.
“I’m trying to read.”
John’s eyes widened behind his black framed glasses. He scooted the cereal box between us like he was building a carbohydrate fortress. “Sorry.”
I was able to concentrate for another minute before I heard him humming and hawwing behind the box.
“What’re you doing John?”
“I’m reading too.” He looked up at me. His bare shoulders hunched over the box and my eyes strayed across his tattoos.
Warnings: SMUT, a/b/o verse, alpha!dean, omega!reader, beta!sam, knotting, heat, very slight fingering, kinda kinky trope, dirty talk, some fluff at the end
A/N: I’m still not taking requests, but this is just a teaser to keep your dirty little minds satisfied until I post again ;)
“S-Sam?” you call with a shaking voice. It’s only seven in the morning, and Dean had left for breakfast. Sam was here to watch you, as you had been feeling ill for a few days.
Sam races to your room and almost breaks down the door to get to you. He had always been protective like a big brother, and you knew he was trustworthy in this situation.
“Y/N? Are you—” He has to stop speaking to regain his composure. You were naked, but wrapped in your blankets. Even you could smell your slick.
“I thought you were a beta.” he mumbled, covering his mouth and nose.
“Yeah? Well me too.” You reply, a bit of anger in your voice.
“I’ll get you some things you’ll need. DON’T let Dean into your room.” Sam ordered. You roll your eyes and shoo him away, wanting to cover your scent before the alpha got home.
“I mean it, Y/N. Once he smells you, no amount of suppressants will stop him.”
Sam exits with a serious look on your face. You wait until he has left before you stand in all your naked glory, shutting your bedroom door. You were supposed to be a beta, never having experienced a heat before. Dean had never had any issues around you, and Sam was a beta as well. When you had woken up that morning though, you felt a hot wetness between your legs and a burning desire in your stomach. From friends’ stories, you knew you were in heat. Apparently, you were an omega.
You had at least thrown on a button up that Dean had lent you months ago, but it was so comfy that he allowed you to steal it. You wore it along with a simple pair of underwear. Sam arrived just as you curled up in your bed, after changing the scented sheets.
“I brought you heat spray, suppressant pills, and um…yeah.” the awkward beta handed you a bag. You thanked him and opened the sack, widening your eyes at the contents.
“Is that a…?”
“And I’m supposed to…?”
Sam nodded and gave you a small smile, leaning forwards and quickly kissing the top of your head.
“Good luck.” he grinned, heading towards the hallway. You glared at him as he left, making sure to lock and close your door.
Reluctantly, you pulled out the nine inch dildo and tossed it across the room. There was no way you’d use that thing. You set the pill bottle on the bedside table, deciding to use those later, and immediately sprayed the deodorizer around the room. It began to smell normal again, and not of sex and lust.
Things were alright for the first few hours, until you heard the bunker door open down stairs.
Dean was home.
Despite feeling perfectly fine just a few minutes earlier, your stomach began to painfully twist in knots and your thighs were coated in the wetness once more. You could smell Dean, and you wanted him, bad.
You hadn’t taken the suppressants, but you wished you had. The room was immediately scented, and the smell of your heat was everywhere, mixing with Dean’s scent that he was unknowingly emitting.
“D-Dean…” you whimpered, clenching and relaxing your thighs. You fell onto your back and bit your lip, overtaken by the sudden aching desire within your body. You wanted to be bred, your body wanted to be bred.
And you wanted your alpha to breed you.
There was a sudden commotion on the stairs, and you strained to hear over the blood pumping in your veins.
“Dean, no! Do you have any idea what will happen?” it was Sam, and you could hear his panicked words.
“Dammit Sammy! She needs me.” Dean growled in his alpha voice.
Sam was required to back off at his tone, but he carried on with his efforts. You whimpered and fisted the sheets as your desire grew.
Your door was nearly broken, this time the lock flying off. Sam was still trying to pull him away as he struggled to get to you, finally turning and growling at Sam to back off. The beta threw up his hands and stomped away, whilst Dean approached your body. He shut the door as best he could, obviously not able to lock it.
“Dean,” you whimpered. The bed dipped as he sat down, gently moving towards you. He stiffened when you reached out and touched him.
“You’ve been waiting so long…you’re burning up baby girl.” he murmured, taking your hand in his. At the alpha’s touch, you moaned and dug your nails into the mattress, needing release. Dean pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“Alpha’s gonna take care of you.” he rumbled, beginning to unbutton your shirt.
You hadn’t put on a bra, and Dean cursed at your beautifully exposed breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and gently biting the nub. He palmed the other, leaving you writhing in pleasure on the bed.
You gripped the collar of his jacket, urging him to take it off. He complied, throwing the leather material to the side. He grabbed the back of his shirt and tugged it over his head, getting on his hands and knees above your body. You could feel the heat radiating from his naked torso.
“I need you.” you whispered, trying to pull his body down to yours. He began to fervently kiss your neck and shoulders. You gasped and groaned at the contact, threading your fingers through his hair and moaning.
“What do you need me to do?” he growled against your skin. His hands trailed down your body to your thighs, cupping them and tugging you forcefully towards his body.
“Knot me.” you said almost shyly. He smiled and tucked his fingers beneath you, unclasping and removing your bra. He then took your shirt, or rather, his shirt, off you and tossed it near his own clothing.
“You want me to knot you baby?” he grumbled, kissing at your cheeks and chest. “Fill you up with my alpha seed?”
Dean reached down and pushed your panties aside, easing his index and middle finger in. You shivered as he collected some of your slick, taking his fingers into his mouth. He moaned at the taste and inhaled deeply, as though high. You were his drug.
“Son of a bitch,” he muttered, balancing his weight on one hand and reaching for his belt with the other. “You’re so ready to be bred, to be my little omega.” he spoke. His belt came off, and he hastily popped the button and zipper. You placed your palms flat on his chest and wriggled beneath him as he pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs.
You gasped as his cock bumped against your thigh, leaking his own alpha slick. His knot was already forming at the base, and you bit your lip thinking about him inside of you.
“Please, Dean.” You whined, wrapping your arms loosely around the alpha’s neck. He kissed your shoulder and reached a hand down, angling the large head against your pussy lips. You moaned as he rubbed against your slit, wetting his shaft in your slick and teasing your heat.
When he began to push in, you dug your nails into his biceps and cried out at the new sensation. Dean went slow, entering your body inch by inch until he was balls deep.
“Fuck Y/N…” he grunted, supporting himself on both arms above you. You squeezed your eyes shut at the ache, a satisfactory burning spreading through your body.
“Breed me, Dean.” you said softly. He was instantly thrown into his alpha rut, wrapping his large hand around your hip. His other fingers tangled with yours beside your head. You hissed through your teeth as he pumped his hips once.
He began to pick up a rhythm, pumping in and out of your soaking omega heat. Dean let out little grunts and grumbles as his cock met resistance against your tight depth.
“This is what you wanted me to do, right?” he grumbled, speeding up. His cock pounded into your trembling body, causing you to groan and hold onto his thick shoulders for dear life. Dean continued to assault your waiting sex.
“D-Dean…Dean…” you whimpered, wrapping your thighs around his waist. His hands went down to cup your thighs, using your body as leverage for his thrusts. You felt his knot building at the base of his shaft.
“Such a good little omega,” Dean grunted. “Taking your alpha’s cock, letting me breed you.”
You fisted the sheets and cried out as Dean lifted your body. He flipped you over on your stomach, leaning over and pinning you down with his cock still buried deep inside of you. His hips slammed into your ass with each heavy thrust, and he buried his face into your neck.
“I’m gonna fill you up with so much of my alpha seed.” he growled, causing you to whine in his grip. He continued to slam into your body for a few more minutes, eventually letting out a low guttural moan. You cried out as he gripped both of your hips and pushed himself deep into you, thickening against your outer lips.
His knot slowly eased into you, swelling and locking you together. Dean fell against your smaller frame and wrapped his arms around you.
He stilled as his cock twitched and pulsed within your depth, releasing his cum. He pushed your hair aside and made a nip on your neck, releasing a bit of blood. You gasped at being filled with his sperm, and the sudden realization.
“Dean, you just…”
“I mated my omega.” he mumbled, shielding your trembling body from the cold air. The thought of you being his omega brought you to a climax, sending waves of heated pleasure coursing through you. Dean held you tight as you gasped and wriggled, the torture of oversensitiveness almost breaking you.
You were locked together for nearly an hour until Dean’s knot was small enough to pull apart. He slid his softening prick out and fell next to you, gathering your body before you could slip away to clean up. He cuddled you to his chest and kissed the mated mark, lifting your chin and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. A happy warmth spread through you as his alpha cum dripped from your opening.
“Thank you, alpha.” you murmured, nuzzling into his shoulder. He held you close and sighed, still breathing heavily. Dean ran his fingers through your hair and allowed you to rest.
“I-I love you, Y/N.” he stammered. You lifted your head and smiled, kissing his chest. He returned a grin and curled one arm beneath his head, the other weaving around your body.
“I love you too Dean.” you replied. You settled on him and sighed contentedly.
“I knew you were an omega, before all of this.” he admitted. “I also knew that I’d be the one to knot and breed you, that I was your alpha.”
“Really?” you asked, a bit shocked.
“You would never listen to Sam, but you always obeyed me.” he winked. You rolled your eyes and playfully slapped his chest, still a bit shaken from having your first heat—and alpha.
It was only a few minutes later that your slick was heavy again and his knot began to swell once more…
1- About Tony being the Villians' Favorite: CW happened and they get access to footage of the Siberia fight and they realize that cap could have killed Tony and they're like "how dare you???? Who do you think you are???" and at this point it's not even about who is going to kill Iron Man anymore, it's because Tony is the only one able the keep up with them, he gives them a good challenge, he has the best sarcastic answers for all the villian monologue, they don't even want to harm people anymore
2- they want to fight Tony to see who has the best weapons, who is smarter (it’s always Tony) so the rogues come back and they realize something: the bad guys barely attack Tony, they go out of their way to avoid attacking Tony and antagonize team cap and when confronted with this they say “well someone has to defend Mr Stark since all his supposed friends wouldn’t hesitate on turning their backs on him for some spoiled hydra agent who doesn’t know how to control their anger but sure knows how
3- how to control their anger but sure knows how to fuck up people’s mind” (and they keep getting her name wrong, they call her wilma, wendy, marta omg i love this headcanon where no one gets her name right)
Why thank you for this brilliant headcanon, darling! (I love that mixing up Wanda’s name post too, wasn’t there one where Thor always got it wrong and played stupid? It’s brilliant)
I just really like that the villains enjoy fighting Iron Man because he’s as much of a drama queen as they are–he knows how to put on, and more importantly how to appreciate, a good show, you know? Fighting Iron Man is like playing a really challenging game of chess, where they take each other’s weapons and minions out without hesitation, but even when the king loses, he’s never actually taken off the board (yup that metaphor sucks, I apologise to every chess player out there).
And well, of course it’s also about pride. Everything is about pride. The villains who most frequently engage with Iron Man in combat obviously keep a score. They keep an eye on who gets the most hits in, who deals the most damage, who does a strategical retreat and so on. They also keep track on which Avenger is the most likely to interrupt their fun, so they know whom to take out in the beginning of a fight.
Only then one of them gets their hands on footage of a certain Siberian bunker and this shit suddenly gets serious. Iron Man could’ve been taken out (worth 150 points) by someone who isn’t even recognises as an official player and THAT CAN NOT STAND.
(It’s got nothing to do with the fact that maybe Tony Stark isn’t all that bad, you know, for a superhero. Nope. It’s all about the game and wanting those 150 points to themselves. Their professional pride is on the line here, okay. It’s not because of feelings. Feelings aren’t a part of the villain manual.)
So, they adapt. They’re villains, they’re used to it. Admittedly usually because the hero pulls some impossible stunt at the last second because they stubbornly refuse to die, but that’s neither here nor there.
First, they assign someone to keep track on Stark. It’s not a protective duty. It’s just…an insurance. To make sure no outside influence becomes a serious threat to their fun. Besides after all this time they’ve invested into fighting Iron Man, should he ever actually lose, they all agree they have earned this honour. Not some lucky upstart or fucking turncoat.
Second, certain forces need to be taken out. Officially it’s destroying the competition–a perfectly acceptable, villainous goal–, unofficially some people take their hatred for Iron Man a little too far. And when you already have to watch out for the supposed heroes, you can’t afford some crazy nutcase to pop up every time you turn your back on Stark.
Then the Rogue Avengers come back. The villains have dragged it out for as long as possible, an obscene amount of bribes have gone into ensuring the Congress isn’t too forgiving too quickly, but Stark is determined to get the Rogues pardoned for whatever reason, and that’s not a battle they can win in the long run.
And that’s a problem. The Rogues have access to Stark in ways they have not. Thankfully at least Stark doesn’t stay at the Avengers’ compound anymore. That gives them a small reprieve.
(They don’t worry. Villains do not worry. It’s not in their genetic code, nor their moral codex for that matter.)
There’s a very serious discussion about grazing the stupid compound into the ground, but in the end they decide not to do it. For one, the risk of the Rogues being granted access to the Stark Tower is just too great. For another, it’s convenient to have a return address they could graze into the ground, should the Rogues ever cross a certain line.
Next, the villains create a time table. Whereas the media used to joke about the ‘weekly villain attacks’ back in the day, there are now carefully scheduled weekly attacks for real. It helps them to vent some of their frustration, at the right target no less. It also has the added benefit of keeping the Rogues busy.
Of course Iron Man joins in on the fun more often than not, but he isn’t the main target like he used to be, isn’t singled out. If anything it’s the Rogues that are being singled out, and they always bear the brunt of the fight.
(They do not go easy on Iron Man. They do not. They have simply shifted the focus of their game. Damage dealt to the Rogues is now worth way more points than before, and since every villain wants to take the lead, it’s only rational they concentrate on the most worth-while targets. That’s all there is to it.)
The first time one of them makes Wanda Maximoff scream in rage is an accident. To their great shame it’s not even a real villain who accomplishes it, it’s a fairly new minion who interrupts the shouting match between his boss and the witch with an annoyed, “Oh, shut up, Wen–Vick–Wally, whoever the fuck you are, I’m trying to concentrate here!”
It becomes a running gag then, to never call the witch by her name, and the longer they keep the joke alive, the more frustrated the witch becomes.
(The minion gets a well-earned raise.)
Eventually the Rogues catch on. Eventually they begin to ask questions. Giving them more ridiculous answers every time becomes another running gag. Inevitably though Rogers eventually runs into Cross Bones who has a tendency of taking his fights with Captain America too personal.
“Well someone has to defend Mr Stark since all his supposed friends wouldn’t hesitate on turning their backs on him for some spoiled hydra agent who doesn’t know how to control their anger but sure knows how to fuck up people’s mind!” he snaps. Then uses the frozen state of the stunned Captain to his advantage to break the man’s nose with a very satisfying crack. Because, hello, villain.
(He then promptly dives to the side to push a crying kid out of the way a crumbling building. Not because he cares about who gets hurt of course. Villains don’t care about this stuff. But everyone knows Tony Stark cares about it.)
He gets twenty-five points for breaking Roger’s nose. He also gets a “I don’t know why, but if a guy like Cross Bones decides to save a kids’ life I’m not gonna sit around complaining about it.” and a thumbs up from Tony Stark in that night’s talk show.
(He does not care more about the thumbs up than about the points. His fellow villains are not jealous.)
There are a lot of villains-saving-civilians-and-innocent-bystanders incidents after that.
(Not that anyone cares what Tony Stark thinks. The saving people thing simply earns them bonus points. Bonus points are important.)
Relationship: AU!Bucky Barnes x reader (Modern AU)
Summary: Bucky Barnes had never taken a liking in you, no matter how hard you tried he always seemed to loathe you. That is until you get a little drunk and carefree leading to becoming much closer to Bucky than you ever imagined. The question is, how screwed are you?
Warnings: drinking, mentions of sex, swear words
Word Count: 1932 words
A/N: NEW SERIES WOOP WOOP I already have part two written get ready
“You coming to my party tonight?” Steve asked as you took a sip of your water, swallowing the bite of burger you’d taken.
“Is this a party party or a Steve Rogers party?” You asked, chuckling as he pursed his lips and gave you a small glare, “a Steve Rogers party, I suppose,” he said as you popped a fry into your mouth, “I’ll be there,” you smiled as he bit into his own burger.
“Who’s gonna be coming?” You asked after a few moments between the two of you, “uh well Sam, Clint, Nat, I think Wanda and Bruce are coming, but I’m not too sure on them,” he said a twinge of nervousness in his voice, “and Bucky,” he mumbled quickly before stuffing the last of his burger into his mouth.
You dropped the fry that was between your fingers, crossing your arms over your chest, “are you serious,” you said rhetorically as Steve gave you a sheepish smile, “oh c'mon he’s not a bad guy,” he tried to persuade you as you rolled your eyes.
“You know that he and I don’t get along,” you scoffed, “and you know that he’s my best friend,” Steve argued, pointing a fry towards you as you sighed knowing you were starting to be selfish. This was Steve’s party after all.
“Fine, I’m sorry,” you said as Steve grinned, “it’s all good, doll,” he said, placing his hand on yours, his thumb soothing the soft skin, “plus, I’ll make sure to have a talk with Bucky as well,” he chuckled as you playfully rolled your eyes.
“Whatever you say, dad,” you mocked as he let out a laugh as you finished the last of your food. “Well, thank you for treating me to lunch, but I’ve got to get back to work,” you sighed as Steve reluctantly stood up to walk you out.
“I’ll see you tonight then,” he said as you nodded, “see you soon, Steve,” you said as he pressed a kiss to your cheek before you both went your separate ways.
You had only met Bucky a little over a year ago when Steve introduced you two at one his parties. You thought you were making a good impression since you didn’t really talk to him much that night.
What happened during that night that made him hate you was beyond you. Ever since that party he’s been nothing but rude to you and although you tried to mend whatever relationship you had with him for Steve’s sake, it just didn’t work. So now no one wanted to be alone in a room with you and Bucky.
You finally finished another gruelling shift at work finally being able to rip off your apron, stuff it into your locker and be done with it all.
It was only eight o'clock, so you had about an hour to get ready before you had to get to Steve’s. You decided on taking an extra long shower, since you had the time.
Forty five minutes later you were feeling pampered and ready to have some fun. You finished applying the light gloss to your lips, smiling to yourself in the mirror happy with the final result.
You grabbed your phone, a small purse and slipped on your shoes before starting the walk to Steve’s apartment.
Knocking on his door you balanced you the balls of your feet as you waited for him to open it, “[Y/N]!” Steve shouted as he opened the door, pulling you into a hug which you returned.
“How was work?” He asked as you toed off your shoes and hung your jacket on the coat rack, “don’t get me started,” you chuckled as he lead you into the living room where Nat and Sam were already laughing and drinking.
“Drunk already?” You playfully mocked as you fell in between Nat and Sam on the couch, Steve handing you a beer, “not quite,” Nat laughed as the four of you fell into conversation only stopping when Wanda, Bruce, and Clint joined.
By nine thirty everyone was having a good time with each other as you all caught up and reminisced. You were having a blast not even thinking about how you were supposed to be civil with Bucky, who had yet to make an appearance.
“Does anyone want another beer?” You asked standing from the couch, “grab me one will ya’,” Sam asked as you nodded, heading off towards the kitchen, “wait grab me one too!” You head Nat’s voice, whipping your head in her direction.
“Will d-,” you weren’t able to finish your sentence as you bumped into something, groaning at the contact, “watch where you’re going,” a familiar voice grunted as you looked up to meet a very annoyed looking Bucky.
You rolled your eyes, not having the energy to deal with him deciding that walking away would be the best decision, “an apology would be nice,” you heard him yell as you walked to the fridge. Scoffing, you simply raised your middle finger in the air as you grabbed two beers, not bothering to look at him.
You brushed past him not wanting to look or talk to him, but his arm gripped your elbow stopping you, “be civil,” you growled not breaking your gaze as he clenched his jaw, “fine,” he snarled, letting go of your elbow and following you into the living room.
You could feel the glare Bucky gave you the entire night. It didn’t matter what you did, hell you even met his glares a couple times but that did nothing but make him clench his drink and jaw even harder.
“Looks like Buck’s got an eye for you,” Nat snorted as she plopped her tipsy self on the couch beside you, “probably cause he wants to kill me,” you snickered before taking another swing of your beer.
“Oh please, there’s so much sexual tension between you two,” Nat smirked as you rolled your eyes, “you wish,” you said before you finally managed to steer the conversation away from you and Bucky.
As much as you wanted to listen to what Nat and Clint were talking about you just couldn’t get the thought you Bucky out of your mind. Did you guys have sexual tension? Even you could admit that Bucky was attractive. He was built like a God, his sparkling blue eyes complimented his skin tone and his brunette locks. He was what everyone looked for in a man, yet his personality ruined it all for you.
As the night went on everyone got progressively more drunk, leaving you giggling at every little thing and getting particularly more touchy with everyone. Everyone.
“Have you been working out lately?” You giggled as you squeezed Steve’s bicep as his arm snaked around your waist to hold you closer. You could smell the liquor on his breath as let out a chuckle, “maybe I have been, doll,” he whispered in your ear as you giggled.
You glanced over his shoulder only to be met with Bucky’s stare, his jaw clenched impossibly tight, pupils blown with little blue left in his eyes. He took your breath away. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol flowing through your veins or the way his tongue darted across his plump lips.
“Sorry Stevie, gotta go to the little lady’s room,” you excused yourself as he nodded, winking at you as you sauntered across the room, nearing Bucky.
Your teeth tugged at your bottom lip as you smirked brushing past his crotch not saying a word but hearing the groan bubble from his chest.
You smirked to yourself hoping he got the message as you made your way down the small corridors, the music slowly becoming more muted before you stopped at the bathroom door.
You closed your eyes as you leaned your hot body against the cool wood of the door sighing to try and calm your beating heart.
You gasped, your eyes snapping open when you felt Bucky’s body pressed against yours, a small growl coming from his lips, “you’ve been teasing me all night doll,” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.
“Mmm,” you moaned in response, lavishing at the feeling of his body pressed against yours, “I haven’t done a thing,” you smirked as he let out a dry laugh, “I beg to differ,” he growled pressing his clothed erection into your hip, making you gasp.
“James,” you moaned involuntarily as his lips began nipping at your neck, finding the sensitive spot below your ear making you moan out again.
“Not here,” you whispered in a hoarse voice, smirking as you led him into the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind you.
You groaned as you peeled your eyes open, covering your entire face with your arms as you tried to sit up and gather your bearings. You were clearly much more drunk than you thought.
Sitting up you let out another groan as your eyes adjusted to the light, okay you were at Steve’s still and currently on his couch.
You stood up looking around to see no one else in the living room on the couches with you. Assuming they all went home you padded your way over to Steve’s room.
“Stevie?” You whispered as you creaked his door open, “ya in here?” You asked only to find him snoring on top of the bed, still fully clothed. You laughed to yourself, closing the door before making your way into the kitchen in hopes of finding some coffee and painkillers.
“Mornin’ gorgeous,” you let out a yelp when you heard Bucky, turning to see him leaning against the frame of the door, a smirk plastered on his face.
“Don’t call me that,” you scoffed grabbing a glass of water before downing two painkillers, grabbing a glass and two more for Steve.
“After last night I think I can call you that, doll,” he chuckled as you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion but still walked around him to Steve’s room, him hot on your heels.
“You’re out of your mind,” you chuckled nervously as you entered Steve’s room again, placing the water and painkillers on the nightstand before joining Bucky in the hall again.
He raised an eyebrow, “are you trying to tell me you don’t remember what we did last night?” He asked, almost surprised as your eyes blew wide, nearly popping out of your head.
“No,” you said, “no, no, no, no,” you rushed out grabbing your head in your hands, tugging at your hair, “tell me you’re joking,” you begged as you walked into the kitchen, steading yourself on the island.
“What can I say,” he shrugged his shoulders as he folded his muscular arms over his equally muscular chest, “I hate you,” you growled as memories from last night came flooding back to you.
You remember the looks he was giving you all night. You remember drinking, a lot. You remember flirting with Steve. You remember luring Bucky to the bathroom and oh God you remember what he did to you.
You remember him taking you against the counter, relentlessly pounding into you as you raked your nails down his back and through his hair, chanting his name like a mantra.
“Thank me later, doll,” he winked at you as you gave him a glare, but couldn’t help the warm feeling at the bottom of your stomach as he spoke those words, remembering what he did and felt like.
Bucky Barnes had fucked you better than anyone else, and now you were screwed.
• the other members really underestimate how much of a gentleman he is when he’s w/ you
• like they see yall roughhousing all the time, just rolling all around the floor and having tickling wars and smearing ice cream all over each other’s noses but…….. like Sehunnie is so sweet and thoughtful
• esp when they’re not around, I mean ESP CHANBAEK
• bc he knows the teasing is just started when they sit on either side of him on the couch after you’ve just left their place, eyeing him and smirking “so uh, you really are in love with y/n, aren’t you ;;;? Yeol, I can’t believe this baby’s grown up so fast we ain’t ready"
• but seriously tho, he’ll open doors for you and pull out your chair
• even lets you sleep on his arm when you abandon your pillow in the middle of the night aw
• tusendre KING tho
• like he’ll throw in a compliment out of nowhere so suddenly, acting all cool and nonchalant
• BUT HIS HEART IS BEATING REALLY FAST AND HE JUST WANTS YOU TO FEEL LOVED AND APPRECIATED WITHOUT SCARING YOU AND BEING TOO FORWARD
• sarcasm is his well-known trait ofc, and you’ve become a master at deciphering whether he’s being serious or not
• bc let’s face it no one can ever tell w/ his pokerface :^)))
• he’d find the stupidest excuses just to keep texting you late at night when you’re both supposed to be sleeping
• "hey y/n, what time is it?” “Sehun you’re literally on your phone right now”
• “I can’t sleep I’m having nightmares ;(((( come cuddle me and play with my hair” “ok sure, lemme just fly out to China real quick”
• “don’t be mean jfc I just wanna keep talking to you. I’ll just cuddle vivi instead bye.”
• high key has taken the Harry Potter sorting quiz a million times
• and gets mad every time yall end up in different houses
• “I know I shouldn’t have let a Slytherin into my house smh, vivi come here n lemme take this quiz for u real quick”
• + nonstop texts full of meme replies
• he’d use his long legs to wrap around you when you’re cold and can’t sleep
• esp if you’re always complaining about him hogging the covers
• offers to feed you food
• and proceeds to laugh for 20 mins bc now there’s sauce on your chin and he’s a literal child
• but then he’s a weirdo bc he’s like I’m offering to lick it, and you’re like ???? Wtf no <<
• one time he tried cooking for you to surprise you
• and when he saw your disgusted face he was a lil butthurt, ngl
• “?? Aren’t you supposed to at least lie and say you liked it so you wouldn’t hurt my feelings? So cold hearted”
• “Well I think you permanently damaged my stomach so a ‘no thank you’ is all you’re gonna get, Oh”
• he hates being away from you and the members totally pick up on it
• so at least 3 times a day you’ll be getting calls and snaps from suho and chanyeol of your grouchy bf
• only bc he’s too stubborn to call you and say he misses you himself bc he’s sure he’ll cry
• or worse…………
• say I love you and you might not say it back yikes
• well I mean one time you heard him snort over the phone while he was laughing sooo………you never let him live it down
• always stares at you before waking you up but he’ll never admit it
• Sehun is intrigued by the way you always talk with your hands, sometimes even chuckles and calls you out on it
• “no babe, I mean it’s cute. ur cute”
• he’s extra cuddly in the morning, I’ll just leave that up for your imagination
• no but really
• his lips will unconsciously be at your shoulders and neck, while he’s completely aldeep and unaware
• sometimes he’ll lightly bite you???????
• and when he finds the little red marks when he wakes up he’s like “!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who did that?? Was it vivi???? Baby :(”
• “Sehun is2g”
• movie nights are his favorite nights I bet
• bc at some point yall would always end up making out halfway through the movie so ;;;;
• he’d love to hug you from behind and press his lil nose against your neck
• “u smell good babe, is that my cologne lmao”
• when he’s feeling cheeky he’s a ball of energy and fluff
• like he’ll straddle you and presses kisses all over your face, proclaiming his love for you for the 5th time that day • grins when you smack his booty “wow it always bounces, how are you so thicc”
• ALSO when you call him baby………………..get ready to be snuggled for an hour
• gosh he loves to be pampered by you and when you call him cute lil nicknames like that, that’s when he feels most special and loved by you
• like yall are just hella goofy w/ each other
• listen he’ll complain and whine and be clingy sometimes, but I bet he’ll always be thanking whoever it is that made you walk into his life and change it for for the good 💛
BTS reaction to coming home to their GF sleeping from a tiring flight (they didn’t know she was coming)
Anonymous said :
Can you please do bts react to coming home from their practice and seeing their s/o sleeping from a tired flight across the sea to see their boyfriend?? (Idk if this makes sense)
Hi cutie~thanks for requesting ! .. here’s your requested reaction and I hope you like it >< .
He had never seen you face to face before since you are his web girlfriend . you once told him that you had the habit of talking in your sleep ,so when he entered the house he heard mumbles of a sleeping person ..so fast your words popped up in his head so he smiled with no control ,he expected that he was another sleepy member ,so he walked slowly toward it to wake him up and make him sleep on his bed ..and when he saw you ,he waited no second to open his eyes widely and try to stop his laugh full of joy ,his happiness reach its limit but ..he would be so patient so you would rest and be comfortable .
You told him that you had to attend the college in UK since it’s your dream ,and he didn’t stop you ! ..your dreams are his dreams .So when he saw you sleeping on the couch he couldn’t resist but smiled till his ears as he knew you were crazy but cute enough to take a break and come to see him when he told you he had bad times and the manager is being firm with him ..you were so helpful to him ,and that moment he was super appreciative! .taking a flight for 16 hours and freezing your classes just to be by his side would make him fall in love deeper than he had ever been .
Rap Monster :
He had seen you on FaceTime only ,so meeting you was his biggest dream ,and you made it come true on his birthday ! ..he came home and saw a simple design with balloons and a cake written on it “for my lovely joonie” ..he took like two minutes to realize what was happening ,and when he saw you ,he needed another minute to accept the reality that you are really in front of him ..and you just woke up by his mumbles while he was saying “what the hell? ..why ? ..she’s here ?…how ?…wow !…is she real ?..do I have a fever ? ..am I ok ? ..did Jin put drugs in that soup or what ?” although you hugged him ,but I think he would be shocked till the next day .
This fluff boy won’t wait any second to be over excited and fangirl over the fact that you are there for him ,he just sat near you and started kissing your face and every inch of it ..so you would wake up by his moves and just end up cuddling as he can’t let you go after it ! his hug would be tight and the smile won’t leave his face ..while telling you everything happened when you were away .
As soon as he saw you he held back his breath and turned the happiest mochi !..he walked around the sofa ,his eyes spotted at everything that made him feel you were real ..he spent like five minutes just staring at you and your luggage ,and another ten minutes just walking around the house to empty his excitement so he won’t wake you up ..!
This little kid won’t be that gentle ,the second he saw you he started screaming uncontrollably “Y/N !!!! …OHHH MY GOD!!!” ..which made you wake up suddenly as you thought something just happened ,but no ..it was your cute boyfriend jumping on you then pulling in a hug that you felt it took more than three minutes ,he won’t believe the fact and you would feel his happiness just by looking at his red face and teary eyes .
This savage boy would stare at you in an annoying way ,then he would bite his lip and look away “I was the one who supposed to travel for our anniversary, not her!” ..your anniversary was in the next week and he was planning to give you a surprise and go to see you in your hometown ,but you were faster . You woke up at his words ,smiled and stood on you feet as you felt your head still spinning from that flight ..you mumbled “why so annoyed kookie ? ..did you feel the failure or not ?” You said ,teasing him ..so he looked at you with a serious face “you know it’s my turn this year ..you came the last year too !!” ..your smile faded away and just looked at the ground “ohh ..did I annoy you ?” ..he kept silence for ten seconds ,before smiling and pulling you into a warm hug “you idiot ,yes you are annoying but I missed you so much !”
Anonymous Requested : Sub!Jungkook with thigh riding
A/N : I combined two Jungkook anon requests, hope you don’t mind!
Genre : Smut || Jungkook x Reader
Word Count : 2,257
Description :Contrary to Jungkook’s confident stage appearance, when placed in situations involving people of the opposite sex he turns shy. So when you start teasing your boyfriend at a company dinner party, things only get interesting from there.
You could feel him stiffen underneath your touch when you
grazed your hand along the inside of his thigh, as you sat around the table of
the company dinner party. You decide that his reaction is cute, and that you
want more, so you slowly start to inch your way closer to the hardness that you
already knew was growing inside of his pants. A slight chuckle escapes your
mouth when he flinches so hard that he jerks his knee up causing the entire
table to shake, making his glass of water fall directly onto his lap.
“Oh shit, sorry.” He jumps up immediately, and everyone
starts to laugh at the klutzy behavior of the usually poise Jungkook.
“Nice going, aren’t you supposed to be golden or something?”
The slightly joking, slightly serious joke comes from
Yoongi, who had looked completely bored the whole evening. You couldn’t blame
him though, this dinner party was taking way too long, and all you’d been
thinking about the entire time was how much you wanted to drag Jungkook back up
to your hotel room so you could play with him some more.
“Hey, be nice. Go up to your and Y/N’s room and change
The words come from Namjoon, and Jungkook quickly nods his
head, and starts to walk from the hotel dining hall towards your room.
“I’m going to go too, I don’t feel very well.”
You don’t even wait to hear or look at the other member’s
reactions because you’re sure they already know what’s going on, and you just
couldn’t wait any longer. You catch up to Jungkook right as he’s getting on the
elevator. Once the doors shut he turns to face you, and shows off his annoyed
“What’s wrong?” You ask playfully.
“You know what Y/N, why’d you do that? Someone could’ve seen
you, and I caused a commotion.”
“I would hardly call it a commotion” you started, but then
decide to step closer to him, making him press against the elevator wall before
continuing “and I’m sorry you just get flustered so easily, and it’s so cute.”
You say the last part in a hushed whisper as you close the remaining space between
the both of you.
You see his breath hitch from your words, and you feel the
surge of power course through you.
So I absolutely love Bughead (who doesn't?) and I need more fanfics. Could you possibly write something where all of their friends don't approve of their relationship because Jughead doesn't seem to care but it slowly grows on them as the relationship goes on?
Thanks so much! I Got you!
Betty and jughead, the oddest pair to walk Riverdale halls since Dilton Doiley had landed that model from Sweden.
Jughead Jones was all types of dark and moody, keeping his head down and a permanent grimace on his usually grumpy face, Betty Cooper on the other hand, was sunshine wrapped up in a pretty blonde bottle, always willing to lend a hand or a smile to absolutely anyone.
So when the pair came out to the school as a couple, the response was not positive. Almost everyone would awkwardly stare at Betty when she clung to jugheads arm chatting his ear off as he nodded absently. and when he showed up at football games, lurking in the corners to watch her cheer they were both on the receiving end of some disapproving stares. The support their relationship received left nothing to be desired.
Veronica lodge was no exception, she had pulled Betty out of her booth at pops shooting Jughead a challenging look, as archie slid in across from him. Dragging Betty to the counter, she placed a comforting hand on her best friends shoulder.
“Betty, we have to talk.”
Raising a brow, Betty quirked an unamused smile
“I kinda caught that when you dragged me away from my boyfriend. What’s up?”
“It’s about Jughead..”
“No.” Betty cut her off
Pleading eyes caught Betty’s
“Betty just listen.”
“No. I’m not doing this with you, you’re my best friend v and I love you, but we are not discussing my relationship, we’ve already done this countless times.” Betty turned to leave by Ronnie grabbed her wrist.
“You deserve someone who cares about you, someone who actually wants to be with you, I love Jughead too Betty, but he isn’t made for relationships. You know that.” Shaking her head, Betty leaned against the counter. While Veronica was grilling the blonde, archie had taken it upon himself to share his opinions with jughead.
“She’s a great girl, betty I mean.” Archie said anxiously
Jugheads face turned to stone
“Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m dating her.” His tone was even and calculated as he stared the red head in the eyes.
“Is that why?” Archie challenged.
Placing his burger on his plate Jughead leveled Archie
“What’s that supposed to mean ..pal?”
Archie looked serious now, no longer nervous just concerned.
“Look jug, you’re my best friend but so is Betty and people… well people are talking. They’re saying you’re only dating Betty because you feel bad, you don’t really care about her, you just owe her for getting your dad a job.”
Jugheads knuckles turned white as he clutched the table so tight he thought he might splinter the wood.
“Me and Betty don’t pay attention to gossip, we know how we feel and that’s what matters.”
Archie shook his head , unconvinced
“does she?” his eyes moved to the blonde walking over to the table the raven haired girl shaking her head as they reached the two boys.
“Juggie, can you walk me home, I’m not feeling too well.” Betty said quietly. He just nodded, stuffing his text book in his bag and grabbing her water bottle. He placed his hand on the small of her back, gently shoving her to the door.
“I’ll see you guys at school.” She threw over her shoulder.
As soon as they hit the street, Jughead grabbed her backpack out of her hands and thread his fingers through hers. She smiled at him weakly and he returned it giving her fingers a squeeze.
“Are you really feeling sick or just sick of our annoying friends?”
She giggled “a little bit of both, I think I’m just tired is all, Alice cooper has decided her youngest daughter can not get Bs so the studying has been upped quite a bit.” She leaned into his shoulder as they walked.
“Well Jughead jones has decided his girlfriend can get whatever grades she wants as long as she gets the appropriate amount of sleep.” He said raising a brow at her as she twisted to see his face.
Reaching up she pressed her lips to his and they fell into familiar conversation about their plans for this weekend, too soon they arrived at her door and his hands went to her waist, he took a deep breathe ducking his eyes to meet hers
“I love you, you know that right?“he asked seriously
She smiled her heartbreakingly gorgeous smile, eyes lighting up as she placed her hands on his cheeks
"I know. I love you too, so much.”
When they kissed, he felt the same warm, safe essence of home that was purely Betty. He felt her getting more and more passionate and he could the moan that escaped his lips. Sliding his hands lower in her hips he tugged her center to his. Gasping into his mouth as his lips moved to her neck, nipping lightly
“Juggie” she whispered
“Betty.” He returned, panting slightly in her ear
All too soon the familiar porch light turned on and he knew Hal had heard the pair.
“Okay Juliet, time to return to your tower.” He said pecking her lips one more time.
She giggled moving to the door, “I’ll see you tommorow Romeo.” He turned throwing her a wink and a lazy wave. Before she called his name causing him to turn back.
“We’re okay. We always are.” She smiled showing off her pearly whites.
He laughed and returned her smile
“We’re okay. We always are.”
The next day at school, the pair was greeted by the familiar, questioning stares and the faces of their friends.
Cheryl was ranting about the fact that one of the vixens had dyed their hair pink.
“Our uniforms are blue! Blue! No one can pull off pink hair, literally no one.”
“I bet Betty could.” Everyone’s eyes snapped to Jughead who was smiling down at the blushing blonde connected to his arm. Looking up he noticed everyone’s eyes on his and shrugged “s'true”
Who knew Jughead could be cute? Veronica sure didn’t, And by the looks on everyone else’s face they didn’t either.
The cute just kept happening and Veronica and Archie were certainly confused.
At lunch Betty had started coughing, choking on the apple she was eating. Jughead had nearly broken an ankle reaching for the water in his bag, after she had calmed down he was rubbing her back soothingly “no more apples for you” he had said dropping a quick kiss to her lips.
During free period, they had all decided to hang out in the blue and gold office. Leaning back on the couch Veronica close to Archie, Kevin had started laughing.
“I’m guessing this is jugheads station.” The desk was covered in a mess of paperwork and food wrappers but what caught the most attention was the framed picture of Betty and jughead as kids, sitting in a tree house holding hands displayed proudly amongst the mess.
Archie chuckled “is this Betty’s doing?” He gestured towards the photo.
Jughead shook his head
“No I put that there. It’s my desk.”
It went quiet in the tiny office, minus Cheryl’s declaration of
“That’s hashtag cute.”
Archie and Veronica shared a glance.
The final straw was when, the group was walking home. Archie had asked Jughead to come over and play video games with him. Betty was wrapped up in his jacket and she went to take it off, She lived next door so it wasn’t that far a walk to brave the cold. Jughead immediately placed his hands on her shoulders keeping the jacket firmly in place.
“I don’t think so. Keep it on, it’s cold out. Don’t need you getting sick, I’ll pick it up tonight.” Then with a smile he was walking into the Andrews house.
An hour later Veronica was laying in Betty’s bed reading the newest glamour magazine, her brain on something entirely different
“What was with jughead today?” She blurted out
Betty looked up from painting her toes, a confused expression on her face.
“What do you mean? He seemed fine to me.”
Veronica shook her head
“No I mean he’s fine, it’s just he was extra… lovey today.”
Smiling gently at her friend Betty turned back to her toes.
“He’s always like that, you just never payed attention before.”
Staring at the beautiful blonde girl next door in front of her, she couldn’t help but think
Maybe Betty was right, maybe she just wasn’t looking hard enough.
Summary: Your life was nothing but a drag until you met Jeon Jungkook, the alluringly beautiful fashion design student who asked you to model for his upcoming runway show. Soon you find yourself pulled into his eccentric group of friends and their enticing world of fashion, sex and music, a world that may ultimately leave your heart in pieces.
Inspired by the anime/manga Paradise Kiss ♥
The feeling of his hands on you made your heart freeze. His touch sent electric shocks convulsing throughout your body until you felt as if you might explode.
You hadn’t realised things had gotten this bad. You hadn’t realised that you already liked Jungkook far too much.
And now you were almost certainly in far too deep to back out.
The tape measure pressed again your waist almost painfully, the tight band constricted your breathing but you made no complaint. Carefully, Jungkook read each measurement he got from various parts of your body and scribbled them down on a lined page in a little red notebook.
The way he furrowed his eyebrows as he concentrated, so completely dedicated to getting the absolute perfect measurements from you, was addicting to look at. You didn’t need to worry about him catching you staring at him so awestruck, he was so intensely focused on what he was doing that you doubted he would look up even if a giant meteorite hit earth.
You quickly realised you loved watching him whilst he worked. You loved to see how truly passionate he was about what he did, you loved the ways his eyes glowed with an adoration for his craft. When he was working, he seemed more alive than ever.
You took a few deep breaths in an attempt to remain calm. If he caught on to the fact that you had even the slightest hint of feelings for him, well, you weren’t too sure exactly what would happen but you’d decided that it wasn’t something you wanted to find out. You couldn’t let feelings get in the way.
“Okay, I’m almost done,” he said, finally loosening the tape measure from your waist after what felt like forever, You were sure it must have left a red mark from where it had been wrapped around you so tightly.
Jungkook was wearing a pinstripe suit and on anyone else, you were sure you would have laughed at them for wearing such attire in a casual situation. But it was Jungkook. Everything he wore seemed unquestionably fitting and he pulled it all off with such elegance. He was breathtaking.
“Great, what’s left for you to measure?” you asked.
author’s note: i just want to thank @themadkingx for proof-reading this for me! i’ve been talking to her for a couple of days and she’s so sweet! also thank you @sarcasticallystilinski for the gif! (not my gif)
:Smut, Angst / language, mentions of cheating
Word Count: 10,062
Description: When the feelings that you’ve always had for your friend Taehyung lead you down an unsteady path, you end up getting stuck. It’s an endless cycle of leaving her for you, and you for her, but there’s only one of you that he truly loves—and unfortunately you know you can’t make him say your name, when all he knows is hers.
A/N: inspiration comes from the song her (loving you). also this is the full length scenario of a drabble (here), that i wrote a couple of months ago
You sensed the emptiness before you even opened your eyes, but
it didn’t make the ache in your chest feel any less painful when you saw the vacant
space next to you, where his body used to lay. You reached out, running your
hand along the rumpled sheets, it was cool to the touch, meaning he’d been gone
for a while.
It looks like they made up again.
You weren’t sure how long you stared at the empty space on
the bed, a million questions running through your mind. Did he hesitate when he
climbed out of the sheets this time, silently slipping his clothes back on, as
he left you alone, again?
You rolled to your back, staring up at the ceiling, the want
to sleep completely dissipating from you. Your mind was instead occupied with
the memories of tonight. Swollen lips, clashing teeth, fingernails on skin,
heavy breathing, lust-filled stares from him, and love-infected gazes from you.
The thoughts make your heart race, and you can almost perfectly remember the
feeling of his breath on your skin and his voice in your ear.
But now you were left with nothing.
No person to cuddle with when the night got too cold, no
person to wake up to when morning finally came, no person at all.
Rollins/OC. For Anon: Seth has the reader “arrested” and brought to his
hotel room for all kinds of smutty fun. He cuffs him/her to a chair and he puts
a magic wand between their legs. Then he sits there and plays a naughty game of
truth or consequences with them.
Minhyun, Sewoon, Seonho and Seongwoo's reaction when you jokingly told them that you didn't vote for them?
HWANG MINHYUN: - when you told him that you didn’t vote for him he’ll firstly blink at you before breaking out into that knowing smile - “it’s okay i’ll still love you even though you didn’t vote for me” - “… i’M sERIOUS” - “haha yes yes” - “…you’re not taking me seriously at all are you?” - he’ll be all dat sweetness and diabetes “haha not really” coz he be smiling throughout this whole talk and moving his head from side to side - he trusts you too much from deep down tbh - “…alright hyunnie, i actually voted for you” you confessed while sighing - he would be laughing by now “i knew from the start- but hey! it’s cute to see you try so hard to convince me otherwise”
JUNG SEWOON: - “are you seriously joking with me?” he would raise an eyebrow (sexaaaay) - “i’m being serious here!!” you would be sweating profusely at this point while adverting your line of sight and maybe whistling for extra ‘convincing’ effects - sewoon actually saw you voting just this morning for him - he would be really amazed by how cute you are - would be so happy to the point he’s shy of himself - “ok love… whatever you say”
YOO SEONHO: - will stop eating for a second - “so… who did you vote for instead?” eyes would be big and shiny and full of curiosity and innocence - you didn’t know whether to continue your joke or not - “oh uhm… your cube bro you know” reads the smudged writing on your palm “… lai queen lin” - he would smile knowingly and send you hearts “thanks for voting for me my precious”
ONG SEUNGWOO: - “it’s ok i was gonna break up with you anyway” he would jokingly say - for a moment you’ll be hella offended like “ok i might’ve voted for you but i’m taking my votes back for kING DanIEL!!” - he’ll be all like “you’re leaving me for my other partner???? ok i’m more offended than i was supposed to be now” - the two of you would potentially bicker over daniel to prove who loves him better - 2 hours later… - ong: “i’m kinda tired of arguing… can you comeback and be my girl again?” - you: “…were you serious about breaking up with me?” - ong: “…oh so we didn’t break up” - you: /facepalm.
*PARK WOOJIN: - would be taken aback at first like… ‘what?’ - quietly settles down for a few moments like excuse me i need some time for me and my thoughts - when he does finally speak it’ll be something dumb like “ok i won’t vote for you too” - doesn’t really recognise the potential of it being fake - you be like ??? “but i’m not in a survival show???” - he’ll be like… “….oh” - later on he’ll be kinda curious like “so did you vote for me?”
/encourages comments, commentary tags, reblogs w comments. c: *extra park woojin because he’s my bae
Request: I love your work so much omg you have no idea!!! Can you please do one where the reader has a date and is about to leave or is already with the guy and Jasper calls her pretending to need her help with something or that there is an emergency because he likes her and is v. jealous/protective/possessive and wants to get her away from the other guy? Maybe they argue but it ends happy? Thanks!
request: “Maybe one where reader and Barry are getting a lil hot and heavy and Joe or Iris or Cisco catches them? I know you just wrote one very similar for Percy but it was so good I thought a Barry one would be amazing!!! Thank you!” — by anon
a/n: no problem :-) i enjoy making these kind of imagines anyway ahahaha
“You know, you can actually get your work done if you’d stop staring at my face.” You couldn’t help but tease your co-worker, Barry Allen, as you examine something using the microscope.
His cheeks start to turn into a shade of red that you couldn’t help but laugh and stop what you were doing for a second just to see his full reaction about your comment.
He coughed awkwardly, “I-I wasn’t. You must be imagining things.” he turned his gaze down on the documents he was reviewing, when in fact he had his eyes on your features a while ago.
Barry couldn’t help it if he was extremely attracted to you. You weren’t just beautiful, you weren’t just intelligent, but you also had a kind heart and a lot of optimism up your sleeve. Just being in the same room with you made him happy already, and he had been trying to save up some courage to finally ask you out.
“Of course, I am; and you’re the Flash.” you snorted, not even aware that Barry Allen was really the speedster, making him snicker in response.
“Anyway,” he changed the topic already, “I was wondering how your date went last weekend?” Barry asked, watching you finish your work and grab a bunch of files on the table, soon walking up to him and putting them inside one of his folders.
You shrugged, “I didn’t like the guy much. Sure, he was pretty hot, but I’m not all for looks.” you sat down on one of the office chairs, gliding your way beside him.
“How come?” he peered at you in curiosity.
“It didn’t feel right.” you admitted. “We didn’t have a lot of similarites and it wasn’t those kind of things where opposites attract either. It was just a hopeless match.” you picked a piece of fry on Barry’s desk where his lunch from Big Belly Burger was still around, “Plus, we kissed and he wasn’t a good kisser.” you shuddered at the thought.
He felt his stomach do a slight turn because of jealousy. “I didn’t know you kissed on first dates.”
“Well, he didn’t really give me a chance to refuse.” you grimaced, remembering how he literally forced his mouth against yours. “Oh, god. He was such a bad kisser I bet even you could top him.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Barry laughed and furrowed his eyebrows.
You laughed too, “I was kidding, Allen.” you grinned at him.
Barry playfully sighed in relief. “Good.” he began. “For a minute there, I actually thought I might have to kiss you and prove you wrong.” he joked once again, his tone a little bit more serious than intended.
You stopped laughing because of his suggestion, turning your office chair sideways so you were directly facing him. “You could still try and prove me wrong if you want. For experimental purposes, of course.” you smirked.
Out of the two of you, you were always the one who tended to be a lot more straightforward than Barry. Sometimes he was so thankful for this because as his partner as a forensic scientist, it can get the work done much faster, but in this case, you really made him nervous.
“Hurry, Barry, I might change my mind.” you taunted.
Barry broke off into a grin before pulling you on his lap and kissing you, surprising you that he was capable of such actions. From what you were aware of, he was probably too awkward or shy to do such things and yet here he was, already managing to let a soft moan escape your lips.
His hands were going crazy all over your body, it did not know where the best spot to stop was, on your hips, waist, chin, cheek, or perhaps somewhere more sensitive which he still didn’t know whether he was allowed to touch just yet.
You couldn’t help but sigh as he soon kisses your neck, unable to control himself for he was waiting too long to be able to do this.
Suddenly, the both of you heard three loud knocks and it made you widen your eyes at the realization that someone was already in the room. Barry understood too and the both of you immediately broke apart and stood up, maintaing a short distance between the two of you.
Joe West cleared his throat and gestured his hand towards Barry’s hair which was in all directions, probably because of how much you were running your fingers through them.
The thought made you blush.
“I’m just going to pretend I didn’t see anything, okay?” Joe marched forward and handed Barry some folders regarding about the latest meta case, ignoring the way the young man was repeatedly trying to fix his hair. “And by the way, all this precinct asks is a little professionalism. So please, no sex on the desk.” he bluntly stated as he tapped the wooden table in front of them, leaving them shocked and dumbfounded.
Once the two of you were sure Joe was out of earshot, You awkwardly glanced at Barry. “If it makes you feel any better, you truly are a better kisser. Not gonna lie.”
Barry chuckled, his face as red as yours. “I’m glad I’ve proven my point.” he smirked. “Speaking of which, are you free tonight?”
You raised an eyebrow, “Why’d you ask?”
“I’ve been thinking of taking you out for dinner lately but since the first kiss was the first one to occur …” he hopefully looked at you.
“It’s about time you make the first move. Seriously, I thought I was the only one trying hard here.” you joked just as he started to pull you closer to his body again.
“So I’ll take that as a yes?” he asked.
You nodded, “Definitely.”
He grinned and kissed you once again, softer this time and a lot more sincere than you expected it to be.
Request: Can you do #4 and #24 with Peter Parker pls
Prompt: #4 “I’m too sober for this" #24 "its six o'clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka” #28 “how drunk was I?”
You, Peter, and Ned had been best friends for as long as you can remember. You all grew up together in the same apartment building and stayed together through high school.
Unlike Peter and Ned though, you were also close friends with Liz and Flash, so you were often invited to parties, but Peter was your best friend so you often turned down the invitations.
That was until Peter started standing you up, and cancelling all your plans. So when Flash invited you to his party, you agreed.
You weren’t shy to drinking, you’ve drunk before and you were pissed at Peter, so naturally, you drank. Maybe a bit too much.
It was almost two in the morning when you called Peter in an angry rant.
“Y/N?” Peter answered picking up the phone
“Fuck you Peter Parker,” you said
“Fuck yooou,” you slurred
“Why are we fucking me?”
“Noo I’m not fucking you. Well, not that I wouldn’t. I mean maaayyybeee I would in the right case. Not the right case. That’s not the word. What’s the word Peter? It starts with a c,” you rambled
“Yes! Yes! Peter yes! I would fuck you in the right circumstances!”
“Y/N you’re drunk, aren’t you?”
“Noooooooo I’m not drunk. I maaayyy have been driiinking at Flash’s house. I might still be drinking. But that’s not the point Peter,”
“Oh my god, Y/N. Just stay at Flash’s house. I’m coming to get you,” Peter said
“You can’t drive Parker, what are you gonna do, fly here?” You laughed.
“Just stay there, Y/N. I’ll be there soon,” Peter sighed and hung up the phone.
You put your phone back in your pocket and stayed where you were on Flash’s front lawn watching people spill out his front door heading home. Moments later, Peter ran up to the front of the house and saw you sitting on the lawn.
“Y/N!” Peter said walking up to you.
“C'mon, let’s go,” Peter offered you his hand to help you up.
“No. I’m not going anywhere with you Parker,” You took another sip out of your cup.
“I’m mad at you, you dumbass,”
“What do you mean, Y/N? Please, just let me take you home,”
“I mean you ditch me Parker. I’m so looooonely without yooouuu. I missss yoouuu,”
“Well, Y/N, if you come with me now I think it’ll explain why I ditch you,”
“Will it reeeaalllyyy?” You asked
“Yes. Now please, let me take you home,”
“Fiiinnneee,” you agreed, allowing Peter to remove the cup from your hand and help you off the ground. Peter took your arms and wrapped them around his neck and wrapped his arm around your waist.
“What do you think you’re doing Parker?”
“Just hold on tight, Y/N,”
Suddenly you were flying off the ground in Peter’s arms. You were too drunk to realize what was really happening. When you finally landed on the fire escape of your apartment, Peter helped you into your bedroom.
“I think I’m gonna be sick,” You muttered and ran to the bathroom When you came back to your bedroom, Peter was sitting on your bed.
“Peter… can you fly?” You asked
Peter laughed, “No, Y/N, I can’t fly,”
“But you just flew me home” You whispered, very confused.
“Y/N I’m Spiderman,”
“Haha, okay Peter, if that’s your excuse for ditching me. Liieeesss,”
“Ok, well why don’t we get you into bed?” Peter suggested
“Fine. But you have to stay and give me a real explanation in the morning. The truuuuth this time, Parker,”
“Of course,” ——————————————————————————————————— When you woke up the next morning, the sun was spilling through the curtains. Your head was pounding. You slowly opened your eyes and saw Peter lying next to you.
“Fuck you Parker,” you muttered, rolling over to bury your face in your pillow and hide the sun from your eyes.
“Ah, She’s awake!”
“Did we fly home last night?” You asked
“We did not,” Peter said
“Oh god how drunk was I?”
“Not as drunk as you’d think, Y/N,”
“What’s that supposed to mean, Parker?
“Well there’s something I need to tell you,”
You lifted your head off your pillow, intrigued as to what Peter was going to say.
You stared at him for a moment
“Are you going to say anything?” He asked
“I’m too sober for this,”
“No, I’m serious. I’m Spiderman,”
“I believe you Parker! It’s just hard to think right now. I guess this explains why I thought we were flying,”
“So are you still mad at me?” Peter asked
“I really wish you had told me all this earlier, but no, I guess I’m not angry with you anymore,”
“I’m sorry. I just wanted to keep you safe, Y/N. I couldn’t stand to lose you,”
“I know, Peter. I’m sorry I was so mean to you last night,”
“Well, besides the whole ‘fuck you Parker’ thing, you weren’t that mean,” Peter smiled
“What on earth does that mean? What did I say to you?”
“Just that under the right circumstances you would fuck me,”
“Oh god. I think I need a drink. Vodka would be nice,”
“Y/N, it’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka,”
“Jeez, I really can’t believe I said that to you,”
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, under the right circumstance I’d fuck you too,”
“Good to know,” You laughed
“Does that mean this is the right circumstance?” Peter asked, raising his eyebrow
You leaned up and places a kiss on Peter’s cheek, “Nice try Parker, maybe some other time that I’m not hungover and have the subtle taste of alcohol mixed with vomit in my mouth,”
After trying to go off alone for the fifth time in three days, Harry had become terrible at making excuses.
“Yeah, I’m just going to need you to tell me what’s going on, mate. It’s obviously not that bad. I know your something-is-terrible-let’s-pretend-it-isn’t face. That’s not it,” Ron demanded, blocking Harry’s only exit from the dormitory.
“I’m really not ready to talk about this,” Harry said.
“Ok, but if I’ve noticed something’s up, Hermione can’t be far behind. If you tell me now, I’ll help you come up with some believable story to tell her if you want to keep it to yourself longer.”
Harry looked up at Ron. After a deep breath, Harry said, “I’ve, sort of, er, I’m with someone.” He stopped. Is coming out supposed to make you feel like you’re ready to vomit? Is this feeling going to get worse or better once he gets the words out, Harry wondered.
“You gonna tell me who? or why you’re sneaking around like you’re trying to recreate sixth year?” Ron said, trying to keep the tone light.
Before he could think too much about it, Harry quickly answered, “It’s Malfoy.”
Ron’s face froze, eyes wide and mouth open. “Bloody hell. You’re serious? The entire wizarding world and you chose him?”
Harry relaxed a bit. “You hear that I’m telling you I like girls…and boys, right?”
“I don’t bloody care what you’re into. And Ferret-Face is nowhere near as horrible as he used to be, but it’s still Malfoy. I mean, are you so horny that you’ve gone mental? If that’s the case, fuck…I’ll suck your cock if it will get you thinking clearly.”
As if on cue, Malfoy is standing directly behind Ron. “You’re going to have to do a bit more than that to get me out of his system.”
Ron practically jumps right out of his skin. With a finger pointed in Malfoy’s face, he stutters through several attempted threats and insults before settling on “Be Nice!” forced through gritted teeth.
Malfoy laughs brushing Ron’s hand away from his face. “Of course, now will you please let Potter out of the room or should I threaten to tell your girlfriend about the kind of “help” you’re offering your friend?”
Ron steps aside, now filling only half the doorway.
Harry and Malfoy turn to leave and Ron can hear Malfoy’s voice trailing off down the hall. “See, I told you he loves you too much to keep you from someone as wonderful as me. He’ll just be mad at me for a while. I can handle that…”
“I’m not gonna ask you if you still want this tattoo because I’ve waited far too long for this day.”
Harry said seriously, making you roll your eyes playfully, propping your face with your hand on the table.
“You’re a tattoo artist, Harry. You’re kinda supposed to ask that.”
He scoffs, rolling his eyes on you too before putting his tight black gloves on, running them through his hair.
“But I, have exceptions. You’re my wife and I wouldn’t let this go past.”
“I know, but still ask me.”
“And I know your answer before you could even say it!” he laughed, pinching your cheek.
“Ask me or I’ll go to Ed for this.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
He shook his head, squeezing black ink on a container, slightly shaking for it to flatten even though it’s not purely liquid.
“I’m serious, Harry.”
He sighed heavily, blowing out his hair with an amused but slightly annoyed expression on his face, knowing that you’re serious.
“Are you sure about this tattoo, baby?”
You grinned, finally getting what you want.
“See?” Harry flailed his arms around with a feigned look of shock in his face, getting a needle from a container he was sterilizing it with, wiping the liquid before installing it on the tattoo gun.
“But I do like your choice of a tattoo.”
“No, you love it.”
“Because, you’ll be getting your husband’s initials which is of course written by him, tattooed on your wrist, by himself.”
He added emphasis on each word to rub the facts on you, each passing second being a lot more entertaining than you expected it to be.
Especially of what he did to commemorate this day, he cancelled all his appointments for the day, the two of you being the only two people in his shop.
He already put the sticker stencil on you, pulling it after he set all his materials ready so he wouldn’t need to squint if some letters were smudged.
Harry was so enthralled by your idea.
H.S on your wrist.
He tapped the pedal a few times to see if it’s going well, and it is. You weren’t able to hide some of the nervousness you were feeling.
“Would you like the truth that it would hurt or would you like the lie that it’s not going to?”
You shot him a straight look, making him raise his hands up in defense.
“Sorry, I’m just trying to cheer you up.”
“It’s not working!”
Harry apologized at his will, hugging you from behind before running his hands on your arms.
“We’re gonna start, love, okay?”
He grabbed your wrist gently, massaging it a few times before looking at you again, the tattoo gun on his left hand.
“Just look at me, okay? Not the tattoo.”
“Oka — but don’t look at me because you wouldn’t know what you’re doing if you did!”
He chuckled, his hand going through your hair.
He looked at you for the last time before pressing his foot against the pedal, dipping the gun in ink before coming in contact with your wrist, making you slightly writhe in your seat because of the unfamiliar feeling.
“It’s coming close, love. You’re doing good.”
A few minutes passed with you not being still on your seat and Harry keeping you still, it going on until he took the final wipe of it, and grinning.
“Besides my promise, I’m permanently with you.”
Harry kept smiling, putting a piece of wrap over your tattoo and pulling out a small tube of cream.
You looked at it, adorning the way it fit you so perfectly.
Little did you know, Harry was looking at you the whole time, a grateful look on his face he always has.