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The Lip Biting

Originally posted by hardyness

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Request: I wanted to request a Peter x Reader, where the reader has a habit of biting her lip, when she’s nervous, or reading, or in deep thought, and she has a crush on Peter, so she bites her lip a lot, around him- It drives Peter nuts, and one he decides to do something about it. Lots of fluff, and maybe heavy make out? Please? (anonymous)

Word count: 1229

A/N: I loved writing this request. I started writing this at 2 am because I got so excited and just couldn’t stop. Hope that you’ll love this!

PS. Requests are open so feel free to send me any ideas that you might have! Send your requests here


You were late from math class and ran there as fast as you could. You were so embarrassed. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you and you decided to just keep your head down and walk to the first empty seat that you could find. You put your things to the table and opened your book. You were so exhausted from running to school that you just wanted to collapse to the floor. You let out a heavy sigh and slapped your face a bit, trying to wake yourself up. “Rough morning huh?” you heard a familiar voice say. You recognized that voice immediately. Oh damnit, you thought. Your face instantly turned red and you did everything you could to compose yourself. You usually tried to avoid sitting next to Peter because seeing him, hearing him and even smelling him always made you lose all your concentration. “Y-yeah, I overslept” you responded to him and turned your gaze at him. You had known Peter for months yet every time you were near him you got nervous. Peter smiled at you and turned his attention back to the teacher. You tried to focus on what the teacher was saying but all you could think about was Peter’s beautiful brown eyes, his curly hair and how you just wanted to run your hand through it.

Peter glanced at you and saw you deep in your thoughts. He noticed that you were biting your lip again. It was something you did every time Peter looked at you and he loved it. Whenever he saw that lip between your teeth he just wanted to grab your face and kiss you so hard. It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Peter was deep in his daydreams when he realized that you were now looking at him back. He quickly turned his attention to his book and tried to hide the blush on his face. You turned back to your work and started biting your lip even harder.

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Imagine Dressing Up for Halloween with Dean

Originally posted by disneyskellington

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! Every Friday this month, I’m going to either post a Halloween inspired imagine or preference. I hope you all like it. Halloween is my favorite holiday and it fights right in with the show. Also, if you would like too, the day before and on Halloween, we could do another prompt writing thing but ~spooky~ themed. Let me know if you all would like that! – Haley xx 

“This is ridiculous,” you could hear dean muttered from the bedroom you two shared. “I don’t like this one bit!”

“It’s just for a few hours, Dean,” you giggled, calling back to him. You were leaning against The Bunker wall waiting for Dean to hurry up with his costume.

The door swung opened and Dean had a pained expression on his face that caused you to laugh loudly. “I look stupid,” he said, throwing his hands up in the air.

“No, you don’t. You look great,” you said, reaching out and straightening up his tie. Dean sighed and you slapped his chest lightly. “We’re going to have fun, now stop your whining.”

“I’m not whining,” he grumbled.

“Uh huh,” you smiled and grabbed his hand. “C’mon, we’re going to be late to the party.”

Dean and you walked down the hallway, into the garage, and over to baby. You could see your reflection in the shiny black and smoothed out your dress with your free hand.

Dean opened up the passenger side door for you and you - as graceful as you could in a floor-length tight dress - climbed in. Dean hurried to the driver side and climbed in as well.

Dean looked in the review mirror and groaned. “I don’t even look like Gomez,” he said.

“You’re whining again,” you pointed out. “And it doesn’t matter, you got the costume, just play the part.” You looked over at your boyfriend and he rolled his eyes. “I know you’ve seen the show, Dean. Everyone has watched The Addams Family. We just have to act as romantics as Morticia and Gomez and everyone will know.”

Dean took your hand in his and softly kissed your knuckles, making his way up your arm and to your neck, “Cara Mia,” he purred into your ear.

Rise Up*

Chapter Five

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader  |  Word Count: 6539  
Warnings: Swearing, Smut NSFW 18+

Song: I Walk the Line by Halsey

The air in your lungs rushed out when you slammed back first into the mat. Laying there, momentarily stunned, you sucked air, desperate to get some wind back.

Once you could breathe again, you smacked the flat of your hand down on the ground beside you and snarled, “Damn it!”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’ve improved a lot since we started.” Holding down his hand, Matt waited to help you up.

“Not enough,” you sighed, slapping your palm to his.

It had been a month since you’d started training with Matt and in that time you’d been able to master the art of seeing without seeing in your daily life. It was growing easier every day to walk the hallways of the compound without walking into something.

While he’d taught you to use a cane, you decided to keep it for missions when you wanted to appear like the average blind person. Everyone who worked for the Avengers was already aware of your abilities as a Valkyrie, and simply assumed your enhanced senses were the reason you could maneuver the compound so easily.

You could tune in or out the noise far easier than before, though you still found it difficult to distinguish individual conversations in a large group of people.

Scent and taste were coming along as well, Matt getting Tony to bring in a variety of items for you to learn and memorize. By the end of the day you were usually both mentally and physically exhausted from his vigorous and intense training regime. You both relished and hated the challenge. Learning the new things you needed to were fun and stimulating, but the simple things you’d always taken for granted, the ease with which you’d fought, or aimed a weapon, was now so much harder.

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I Don’t Know What I’d Do Without You (Avengers X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Avengers X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Self conscious reader, teasing


Request: Can you do a female reader, where she feels as if she isn’t worthy enough to be in the avengers, she feels as if she’s the odd one out. Nat overhears her talking to her friend on the phone about thinking about leaving and she gets the others to convince her she is worthy?

Originally posted by netflixruinedmylifeimagines

Originally posted by ranrightintomyheart

Originally posted by fangirl-porn

Originally posted by superwholockpotterhead

Looking at the team known as the Avengers, you had: Two Super soldiers from the second world war, one of which has a metal arm, a Brainiac who makes metallic suits which can withstand a beating, and even made one for his friend, artificial intelligence made by the Brainiac, an assassin trained since birth, another assassin who never misses his shot, a man with mechanical wings a doctor who can turn into a giant green monster who can probably throw a plane when he gets pissed off, a twin pair of super enhanced twins which can move things with her mind and her brother who has super speed, and a literal God… oh, and you, a simple agent.

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Bad Timing

Small fic to make up for my absence. Words: 1.5k

“Lance, you’re sick,” Keith stated. “You shouldn’t be here.” Lance rolled his eyes, shrinking back into his cubicle.

“I’m fine, I’ve told you. It’s just a cold,” Lance insisted. “Besides, I need to work.” Keith sighed, standing up and lunging for Lance, slapping his hand to Lance’s forehead.

“You’ve got a fever, Lance,” he said, clearly fed up with Lance’s denial. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

“Keith, I’m not-” Lance broke off into a coughing fit, muffling it into the sleeve of his sweatshirt. “Sick,” he finished, his voice rough from the most recent bout of coughing.

“Very convincing,” Keith smirked. He grabbed Lance’s arm, hauling him up from his seat. “Let’s go.” Lance’s legs wobbled underneath him and he had no choice but to lean against Keith. They walked past the rows of cubicles, Hunk giving them a small wave as they passed him. Lance tried to muster a small smile, but he was sure it looked more like a grimace than anything else. Shiro stood at the end of the row of cubicles, and he surveyed Lance with a look of sympathy on his face.

“I’m taking him home,” Keith explained to their supervisor. “He’s sick.” Shiro nodded.

“You’re a good man, Keith.” As he passed them he gave Lance a pat on the back. “Feel better soon,” he said.

“Come on,” Keith said, supporting the majority of Lance’s weight as they walked. “We can take the elevator.” Keith pressed the button and the sleek silver doors slid open, allowing Keith and Lance to step inside. Lance immediately slid down to the floor, putting his head in between his knees and groaning. Keith pressed the first floor button, smirking. “You’re not sick, huh?”

“Shut up, Kogane,” Lance snapped. “I feel awful.”

“You look awful,” Keith commented, and he was telling the truth. He wasn’t sure how he had missed it earlier in the day but Lance was sporting huge bags underneath his eyes and his face was as pale as a ghost. His hair, usually perfectly brushed was a mess and he was shivering.

There was a thump and the elevator screeched to a halt. Keith frowned, walking over to the doors and running his hand across them. “Are we here?” Lance asked, taking his head out of his knees.

“Well, we’re definitely stopped,” Keith said, pressing the open doors button. The doors slid open effortlessly and Keith was staring at a seemingly bottomless abyss, cables running all the way down to the bottom, a place Keith’s eyesight didn’t quite reach. Lance stood up, walking over to Keith and placing a hand on the panel of buttons for support.

“Are we stuck?” Lance asked. They heard a phone ringing and Keith pulled his out of his pocket to see Shiro’s face lighting up the screen. Keith slid the answer button, bringing it up to his ear.

“Keith, are you and Lance in the elevator?” Shiro asked. He sounded stressed.

“Yeah, we’re stuck,” Keith responded. He could see Lance worriedly glancing at him as he spoke to Shiro. “What’s going on?”

“It’s broken,” Shiro responded. “I’ve got Pidge and Hunk working on it, but I’m not sure how long it’ll take.” There was a pause. “How’s Lance?” Keith glanced over at the brunet. Lance seemed to have paled ever since the elevator had stopped and he was staring into the abyss. He was still steadying himself against the button panel but he was still swaying and considering how close he was to the edge, Keith was worried.

“He’s okay, I think, but I think getting us out of here as fast as possible would be best,” Keith said.

“Well, Pidge and Hunk are working their hardest. Hang in there, okay?”

“Okay,” Keith said. He heard Shiro hang up and he turned to face Lance again only to see him swaying dangerously close to the edge. Grabbing him by his shoulders he steered Lance away from the edge, pressing the close doors button. “Maybe stay away from there, okay?” Keith said. “I don’t want you falling in.”

“Are we stuck in here?” Lance asked, sliding down to the floor again. Keith sighed, sitting down next to him.

“Yeah, but Pidge and Hunk are working hard. We’ll be out in an hour, tops.”


The two of them had been in the elevator for an hour and a half and, according to Shiro’s latest update, Pidge and Hunk were no closer to fixing the elevator. “How much longer, Shiro?” Keith asked, glancing over at Lance’s sleeping form. He was breathing through his mouth, slumped against the elevator door. “I’m starting to get worried about Lance. I think he’s getting worse.”

“You’re going to have to be patient, Keith. This is out of my hands.” Keith sighed, running a hand through his hair. He knew Shiro was right but he could almost see Lance’s strength draining away.

“I know,” he said. Lance started to stir and he hung up the phone, all of his attention turning to the sick person next to him. “How are you feeling?” He asked anxiously as Lance blinked open his eyes. He brushed his hand against Lance’ cheek, wincing as he felt the heat coming from Lance’s face. Lance shrugged, coughing into his arm.

“Are they any closer to getting us out of here?” Lance asked, his voice quiet. He must have seen the look on Keith’s face because he groaned.

“They’ll be done soon, I promise,” Keith said, lying through his teeth. In truth, even Shiro didn’t know when they would be finished. Keith was tempted to complain but as he looked into Lance’s pale face, cheeks flushed red from the fever all of his anger seemed to melt away, transforming into the need to protect Lance and make sure he was okay. “Go to sleep,” he advised. “The time will go by quicker.” Lance nodded sleepily, already sinking down, his head hitting the paisley carpeted floor as he brought his knees to his chest, pulling his body into a ball. His eyes fluttered closed but shivers continued to run up and down his body, even as he drifted off. Keith slipped out of his sweatshirt, draping it over Lance. Even though Lance was asleep, Keith thought he could see Lance smile.


“How’s Lance doing?” Shiro asked. They were on their fifth hour in the elevator and Lance was still asleep. Keith, so as not to wake Lance, gently rested a hand on his forehead.

“I think his fever’s gone up,” he responded. On the other end of the line, Shiro cursed.

“How bad is he?” Keith glanced at Lance, at his pale face and shivering body.

“I’m not sure, but he needs to be in a bed, not a broken elevator.”

“I think it’ll be a few more hours,” Shiro said. “While you’re in there, try to get some sleep.”

“Will do,” Keith said. Shiro hung up just as Lance groaned, opening his eyes.

“Keith, I’m cold,” he said, his voice nearly gone. Keith sighed, laying down on the floor. He wrapped his arms around Lance, bringing Lance to his chest.

“Is this better?” he asked. He could feel Lance nod, and once again Lance fell asleep. Keith shut his eyes and, with Lance pressed against his chest, slowly nodded off.


Keith awoke to a thump. Immediately he shot up and next to him Lance raised his head, blinking sleepily. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“I think they’ve fixed the elevator,” Keith responded, checking his phone. The screen flashed one twenty six a.m. back at him. “About time, too,” he muttered. Sure enough he could feel the elevator slowly going down, finally hitting something solid. With a dinging sound the elevator slid open, revealing a very relieved Shiro, Pidge and Hunk. Lance pushed himself up, staggering out of the elevator behind Keith.

“Are you two alright?” Shiro asked, his eyebrows knit. Keith glanced at Lance, who gave him a small nod, making Keith sigh in relief.

“Yeah, we’re both fine,” Keith said, making Shiro’s face split into a grin.

“Well, that’s the most important thing. I’m sorry the two of you had to go through that.” Lance offered a small shrug.

“It wasn’t that bad,” he said. “I’m just glad I can go home.”

“Well, take the day off, all four of you,” Shiro said. “See you in two days.” Shiro, Pidge and Hunk left for the parking lot, leaving Lance and Keith alone in the lobby.

“Thanks for everything, Keith,” Lance said. “It was really good of you to help me.” He gave a small wave and a smile and began to walk to the parking lot, but Keith stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, I said I’d take you home, remember?” Lance frowned, coughing into his sleeve.

“You don’t have to,” he said. “I’m okay to drive, and you’ve been here for hours. You must want to go home.” Keith shrugged.

“Yeah, but I want to make sure you get home safely. Let me take you home.” With a small pause Lance nodded, and the two of them pushed open the door, walking out into the chilly air of the parking lot.

Dog!Dean Days

Paring: Dog!Dean x PlusSize!Reader

Warnings: swearing (felt like it gave some flavor

Request: Could you write a plus size reader x dog!dean and like dean gets turnedinto a large dog by a witch and Y/N and dean like each other and it’s fluffywhile he’s a dog but someone like is mean about Y/N’s weight and dean like growls or bites? Fluff pls.

 A/N: I actually really like this and for the person that requested this, please tell me if I did good or not with this. I’m kind of nervous and can totally rewrite it, if you want! BTW this is my first ever one shot where one of the characters get turns into a animal. OH! and feel free to send in requests, you guys always have the greatest ideas!!

           You wake to the sound of loud barking echoing through the halls of the bunker. Pushing yourself up from your bed the soft blankets fall off your chest and land in your lap as you hold your dying head in hands. Your head pounded against your skull from last night’s celebratory round of drinks with the boys. The three of you had successfully finished a hunt, killing a witch that was murdering any woman who came in contact with her cheating husband. At first, you understood where  she was coming from, there may or not have been a time where you had to burn a scumbag boyfriend’s clothes, but killing anyone who had breasts that he ever met was never on your list of revenge.

           Barking still filled the bunker and you cover your ears with your cold hands, trying anything to stop your head from hurting even more. Suddenly your shut eyes snap open when realization hits you. You don’t have a dog. The barking stops almost as quickly and you glance up staring at the half opened door to your bedroom. Only to see it be pushed open by an invisible stranger, soft sounds like paws clicking against the floor of your room enters and it soon started to feel like the first five minutes to every horror movie you had ever seen.

           Your hand moves behind you careful to only inch slowly underneath your pillow for the knife you kept hidden under there. You grip the hilt of the blade as a mess of dark fur jumps up onto the bed and what you see next makes you want to blush from embarrassment. It was just a dog. A big, shaggy, adorable dog and one that was now making itself comfortable at the foot of your bed.

“Sam! Dean!” You cry out warily and push the rest of the blankets off of you and stand up. The cold air hits your bare legs, the plaid boxers and Zeppelin t-shirt not doing much to keep you warm and you wrap your arms around yourself. The dog lifts its head to look at you, worry almost seeming to flash in its dark bead like eyes. Sam soon comes rushing in; himself also dressed in his standard night ware, panic masking his disheveled and tired expression.

“Y/N, what—“ He stops when his eyes trail over to where the dog now laid nonchalantly.

“Is there something you want to tell me, Sam?” You ask him, your hand gesturing towards the dog that had now started to chew on the comforter.

“What? It’s not mine!” He reacts defensively,

“Well, it’s certainly not mine! You’re the one always going on and on about wanting a dog!”

“Dean would kill me if I even brought the smell of a dog inside the Impala, why would I get one?”

           You were at a loss for words, it was true. Dean Winchester was not a dog fan especially when it came to his baby, the Impala.

“Well, where did it come from then?” Sam then almost looks like a light bulb went off in his head and grabs a quarter off of your dresser, walking slowly over towards the dog. It was a solid five seconds before you realized he was testing if the mutt was actually a shapeshifter. You blamed not thinking of this sooner on your grogginess. He stands up reluctantly, after brushing the silver coin against the fur of the dog.

“Well, it’s not a shifter.” You sat down next to the dog as Sam speaks and you pet the mysterious mutt for the first time.


“Hey, Sam have you seen Dean?” You call out as you walk into the kitchen, seeing Sam feed a piece of bacon to the dog.

“Actually I haven’t. S’pose he’s still in his room?” He replies as the dog finishes off the bacon from Sam’s fingertips.

“Doesn’t sound like him,” You respond in passing and Sam gets up from his seat.

“Nothing has been sounding like him since the mark.” The reminder hits you hard. The Mark of Cain, the bane of your existence. Never did you wish something hadn’t ever been thought of. It was not more what it did to Dean but what it made him think of himself after. That he was some kind of monster. That he didn’t deserve to be saved. But how you knew he was wrong. He was the only man you’d ever known to be more deserving then to be helped, to be saved.

“Y/N?” Sam asks knocking you out of your thoughts, you reply with a quick huh before sitting on the same chair Sam was previously in. “I said I was going to go check on him.”

“Oh, okay. Tell him to get his sweet ass here before I kick it, will ya?”

“Sure thing,” He laughs out his response, leaving you alone with the furry mutt and you roughly pet him (something Sam found out). You put your hands under the dogs face, pulling it gently to look at you and say,

“Your gonna love Dean, don’t worry he can be a little rough around the edges at first but he’s a good guy under all that.” You pet him on the top of his head and say, “I promise,” for extra effect. Your eyes wander to the plate of bacon next to you and you’re almost tempted to grab a bite of one but quickly push the thought away. You had not been happy with how you look recently, more specially your weight and have been trying to stick to the strict diet Sam gave you, but one can only eat rabbit food for so long. And you felt like you weren’t even losing any weight, all this dieting did was remind you why you were doing it. You look over to the happy dog and pat him softly on the head, and it nuzzles its nose in the palm of your hand. Almost making you forget about your worries.

           It wasn’t long till you heard Sam, clumsily run into the kitchen, his hand clutching what you assumed to be one of Dean’s jackets.

“Hey, what’s wr—“ You ask but are cut off as you stand to be on the same level as the worried Winchester, even though he’s a good foot taller.

“I don’t think we killed the witch.” He blurts out,

“Yeah right, I stabbed that bitch myself.”

“Well, that must not have killed her. Look!” Sam’s hand goes flying into the side pocket of Dean’s jacket, pulling out an old hex bag.

“Shit.” You breathe out,

“And I think I know where that dog came from.” You look at him, your mind still caught in knots in how the witch wasn’t dead, “this is some kind of changing hex. I think it might’ve, you know changed Dean into…”

“Wait.” You stop him, “you’re saying this witch turned him into a dog?” Suddenly a loud bark comes from behind you and both Sam and you turn to look at the animal wagging its tail.

“Uh, I’d take that as a yes.” Sam says and you can’t help but burst into loud laughter causing the dog—Dean, to bare his teeth.


Two days. Two days and Dean was still a dog, and you and Sam still were not any closer to finding the witch. You both had sat uncomfortably surrounded by books, anything to find how to reverse the spell and Dean was not making it easy. With his constant barking and growling and it was more than once you or Sam had remind him you guys couldn’t actually understand him. But it wasn’t all bad; in fact you almost liked Dean better this way especially when he would sleep at the edge of your bed butterflies would dance inside your stomach, but you still missed the old Dean. The one where you could stare into his bright green eyes all day, the whole situation was just really confusing.

           After the third time, Dean had barked loud and continually Sam slammed his book shut causing you to jump back in response.

“Dean, would you just shut up?” He yells towards Dean and he gave a couple mocking barks in response. Sam turns his head towards you, his eyes pleading and you give a large sigh before slapping your hands on the table and pulling yourself up.

“Hey boy!” You say to Dean, over exaggerating the dog talk, “How about we go for a walk?” You could almost swear you saw Dean’s infamous bitch face but was soon overshadowed by the wagging of his brown tail.


           The hot sun cascades in brilliant yellow rays as you walk Dean down the grey sidewalk, passing shop by shop and you were quickly regretting ever taking him. Every time a relatively attractive woman would pass by, Dean would tug on the leash you had on him and watch the girls saunter away. And every time you felt your heart sink and the strong urge to whack his nose with a rolled up newspaper. Suddenly, you feel another tug from Dean and you were two steps away from yelling at him to quit it when you looked up to see the local bar. Everything clicking into place, you refrain from saying anything but instead kneel down so you’re eye level with best friend.

“Sorry Dean-o,” you tell him, looking at his dark eyes only making you miss his bright green ones more, “sign says no dogs aloud.”

           Dean’s head looks past your shoulder to see the white sheet of paper the said in bright red letters, “NO DOGS” and his face falls. All of a sudden, soft shade blocks the sun from your face and you look up to see three girls, all in tight tank tops to over accentuate their breasts standing above you.

“If you would kindly move your fat ass that would be great,” the tallest of the three said, looking judging towards you. You stand up, leaving Dean to sit on the hot pavement and stare at the three.

“Excuse me?” You ask them, generously giving the girl a chance to change what she said before you’d knock out her perfect teeth.

“I told you to get you ugly, fat ass out of the way. Your blocking everyone with your huge love handles.” She says again and her words hit you, hard and it takes you longer to respond. Her friends looked smug at your silence.

“I’m sorry, did she hurt your feelings?” The only brunette of the three girls ask, patronizingly slow but when she doesn’t think her words hit home she adds, “Is giganticor gonna cry?” You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks and that’s when Dean jumps to his paws and growls angrily towards them, baring his teeth and snapping wildly.

“Would you take control of your dog?!” One of them freaks but that almost seems to spure Dean on and he barks even louder, causing at least two to shriek in girlish yelps. You grab on your leash pulling him back to try and stop him.

“Dean!” You yell over him and his angered fit suddenly stops as his head lifts up to look at you. You mouth, its okay before pulling him away and leaving the frightened trio. When you’re a safe distance away you kneel back down to look at him.

“What the hell was that for, Dean?!” His eyes flash with concern and a soft cry comes from the back of his throat and your voice lowers from angry.

           “Hey, that was nice what you did back there, but I can take it. I’m a big girl; I tie my own shoes and everything. I don’t need you looking out for me.” He places a brown paw on your bended knee and smile warmly to him knowing what Dean would probably be saying right now. Suddenly, of what the three bitches were saying comes rushing back to you and your heart sinks a little bit more. It was more that they said those things in front of Dean, the man you had been madly in love with for a year and a half. As you stand up, you can’t help but mutter under your breath, “it’s not like they didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.”

           You were so caught up in the mess of thoughts you missed the sad look of adorable dog that was Dean Winchester.


           You wake the next day, but not to the soft press of fur between your skin and comfortable blankets but instead to strong arms and the strong smell of old dog. You open your eyes to find Dean’s arms wrapped firmly around you, his body pressed behind you as his face lay in the crook of your neck. He was back! He was normal!…..He was practically spooning you. The thought hits you and you have to refrain from gasping. Suddenly you hear the sound of your phone buzz harshly against the top of your nightstand. You reach for it careful not to stir Dean from his slumber.

1 message. Shown against the screen and you clicked it open. Sam sent you text, short and sweet. Found the witch last night when you were walking Dean, was hiding in some abandoned apartment, is he normal?

You smile and quickly reply with a yes but before you could hit send Dean shifted against you, you could feel his lips move along the back of your neck when he spoke.

“You’re beautiful, okay? You got that?”

           You place the phone back on the nightstand and turn yourself around so you were facing him. His eyes were filled with sincerity and you unwillingly smile towards him.

“I got it.” You respond he smiles back, even though you didn’t believe a word he was saying you knew that he at least believed it. And that made all the difference. The man of your dreams believed you were beautiful.

“Good. I was worried I was gonna have to go into some long chick flick speech to convince you. You just need to not worry what those bitches said, I think your beautiful and you should too.”

           His words made tears well up in your eyes and you quickly try to laugh it away.

“So, I guess being a dog made you quite the insightful one.” You joke and he smiles, pushing away a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah, insightful and full, I had no clue how much a dog can actually eat. I was seriously always hungry!” You both laugh at his comment, letting the morning wash over you. Your phone buzzing with worried texts from Sam, since you never really got back to replying, but to be honest you couldn’t hear him over yours and Dean’s laughter.

BBS Church AU /Chapter 1/

    The concept of demons and angels had been present throughout the ages of time, and in Gainesville, Florida there was no exception. The small city was a hot spot for demons, but their pastors, Luke and Tyler, kept the population at the bare minimum. However, there was the constant issue of the fact that there were still demons present. On the bright side, there were also angels. Not like the population knew about them, but everyone subconsciously recognized their presence. The demons and angels stayed hidden majority of the time, only revealing themselves to those they choose.

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Lip Balm | do kyungsoo

Originally posted by sehoney22

isn’t it nice to have a sweet boyfriend to take care of you?

genre: fluff
word count: 898
warning/s: -

“Hey, you haven’t been smiling recently.” Kyungsoo eyed you suspiciously as he peaked over his laptop screen as you continued to look at yours.

Quickly taking off your stare from the screen, you respond to Kyungsoo. “Cause I don’t want to.”

“(y/n), you do know that’s my thing, right?”

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Right Here

Request: “Can I request reader is Tony’s new secretary and he happens to see her leaning over the desk to reach for something and spanks her and she finds out she likes it leading them to have spanking sessions?”

Pairing: Tony x Reader

Warnings: I strayed from the request a bit and turned this more into fun dom!Tony smut just bc I’m not really into the purely spanking aspect of it whoops, sue me. this is literally just porn

A/n: um….fuck. i love the whole secretary thing. (btw let’s just say the reader is on birth control bc I couldn’t find a way to get it in there on the sly)

Originally posted by shazham

You had only started work as Tony Stark’s secretary a couple weeks ago, and the man pounced on you in an instant. Nothing had really happened between the two of you, but the flirting was rampant. Whether it be plainly verbal, or some light touching, it was endless and constant.

You walked into Tony’s office, folder in hand. He looked up with a mischievous smirk. “Hmm. Well look at you.”

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Star Crossed - Part 20 (H.S AU) - “Into the Unkown”

Smut Warning*** with gifs i- including a kind of nsfw gif…I think…I mean you can see an ass.

Maddie’s POV

After ordering a pizza, and stuffing our faces, it came time to serve the birthday girl her cake. I grabbed the ‘Happy Birthday Robin!’  cake out of the fridge and popped the candles into place. Before lighting the candles, and carrying it out to the counter where Robin and Harry are sat – Robin in Harry’s lap, waiting. Harry and I sing happy birthday to the giddy ten-year-old say before us, and she makes her wish, blowing out her candles.

“Did you make a wish?” Harry asks, craning his head around to look at her while he chews his gum. While I cut up the cake, and grab both ice cream whipped cream from the fridge, Robin shakes her head and says no.

“No?!” Harry asks shaking her like she’s gone mad, “what’dye mean?” he exclaims as Robin laughs lightly.

“I don’t need to make a wish…I’ve got everything I want. Today was the best birthday ever.” Both Harry and I look like we’re on the verge of tears at her beautiful words. Leave it to Robin to make everyone in a room feel so loved that they could cry tears of joy. “I love you guys,” she says cutely, taking her served plate from me and starting to dig into her chocolate cake.

“We love you too, little bird,” I smile to her.

“So much, kiddo” Harry responds, wrapping his arms around her from behind, and hugging her cutely. Robin smiles and leans her head on Harry’s shoulder as she continues to fork her desert. I wish I could spend the rest of my life just like this. With two of the people, I love most in this world. Laughing, and making life long memories.

Harry sneakily reaches out his pointer finger and collects some of the whipped cream, ‘booping’ my nose with it with an innocent smile. Oh , it’s on. I reach up to my nose with my tongue, and wipe the whipped cream onto it, sticking it out at him teasingly, before pulling it into my mouth.

“Since when could you touch your tongue to your nose?!” he asks chuckling at my childish behavior. Robin announces she’s going to bed once she’s finished her plate. Harry and I continued to stare directly at each other waiting to hear the magic sound. Once I heard her door close, I smiled deviously. I wanted him to expect that my look was me telling him he was free to do what he wanted to earlier. I continued holding his stare,

Not because that was my real intention, but because I wanted to tease him.

I brought my eyes to the can, staring at it staring at it the same way those girls had eyed Harry today. I pick it up and bring the nozzle to my lips, tipping it, and filling my mouth with whipped cream. Harry backs his chair up and doubles over in laughter. I swallow the sugary substance and laugh silently once. Harry reaches out and takes the canister from my hand, holding in his palm. He stares at the object in his hand, and like a light bulb flicking on, he looks as if he’s gotten an idea.

He turns his gaze back to me and shakes the canister before tipping the nozzle and dabbing a small bit of cream onto the tip of his nose. I know exactly what he’s expecting, so I saunter around the counter, and lean in, licking the trace of cream off the tip of his nose.

When I pull my full face back to his view, he smirks, again, and sticks his tongue out. This…little…shit. He places the same amount of topping on his tongue and sticks it out for me. That’s it, I’ve had enough of his teasing. I grab his jaw in my hand, a little roughly, which catches him off guard, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He grabs me by my hips and pulls me to him so that our hips are flush against each other, standing tall to where all 5’10 of him is towering my 5’2 stance. It takes me a moment to realize he’s returned to his full glory, his hardness pressing against my thigh, just like I pictured it doing when I noticed in on the beach. Just what I craved for it to do. He stares at me darkly, daring me to do what he wants me so desperately to do.

I bring his lips down to mine, dragging him by his jaw clutches in my hand. His tongue stays where it is, poking just outside his lips. I drag him down further until our foreheads are touching, and we’re staring straight into each other’s souls. Steadily, I tilt my head up remotely, swiping my tongue against his, flicking the cream onto my tongue, causing a guttural groan to resonate from his chest. I swear I could feel his stiff cock twitch against my thigh when I scraped my tongue against his. He tightens his grip on my hips and walks me back to the counter near the window, lifting me onto it swiftly. Though he initially acts out of impulse, once I’m sat against the cool surface of the granite, he kisses me softly. One thing leads to another, and he’s pulling out of the kiss not to catch his breath, but to slip his tongue to mine again, pulling my bottom lip between both of his.

He groans, reaching for my shorts. With the flick of his wrist, the button is undone, but he pulls away to rip his shirt over his head. Before he can kiss me again, however, I push him back roughly, and unbutton his skinny jeans, pushing them down. He takes the hint, and slips them off, as quickly as he can kicking them to the floor when they reach his ankles. He also takes the opportunity to yank my shorts down, leaving them in a heap with his pants.

He slams his lips back to mine, delving his tongue back into my mouth, as he tugs on the bottom of my tank top up past my panties, while my hands push his Calvins down as far as I can reach from the angle in which I’m sat. 

My stomach is flipping around so hard inside my body, I feel like it could tie itself in a knot. He lets out a relieved sigh when his erection slaps against his abdomen. I muster up as much force as I can and shove him back so that he stumbles toward the opposite counter and catches himself on it staring at me completely shocked. I slide down from the granite countertop, and drop down to my knees before him, looking up at him innocently.

“Oh my God,” he moans, knowing exactly what I’m about to do. “you don’t have to, angel,” he pants shaking his head. “it’s okay-“

“I want to,” I cut him off, too hungry for him to turn down the opportunity. I look up at him and lick my lips at the thought. You can do this, I tell myself, just remember what you read about, I think, eyeing his shaft.  “I need you to tell me what you want, though.”

“Oh God, anything love, please just do something I can’t take it anymore,” he whines.

I nod, and gently wrap my hand around him. Right of the bat, he hisses from getting the attention he so desperately needs right now. Small beads of pre-cum dribble from the slit of his tip, as I start to stroke him lightly. I swipe across his tip with my thumb watching him throw his head back as he lets out a long deep moan. I take a deep breath, sitting up on my knees, so I’m faced with his raspberry tip. I press a wet kiss to the head, making him twitch for sure, this time, and he chokes out a moan - not expecting me to be giving him oral. He looks down at me like he can’t believe his eyes, but he’s loving ever minute of what he sees simultaneously.

I swirl my tongue against his tip causing him to groan, and pull his bottom lip between his teeth. Two strong hands wind themselves into my hair, encouraging me to keep going as he looks down at me with such an intensity I’ve never seen cloud his perfect eyes before. I bring him into my mouth, as far as I can and hollow out my cheeks, bobbing my head up and down slowly, then picking up the pace. As my movements grow quicker, Harry’s moans grow louder and more frequent.

“Stop, stop, stop, stop,” he pants, clenching his eyes shut, as I slip my mouth from around him with a pop.

“Did I do something wrong?” I stare up at him confused.

No! No Angel, you didn’t,” he rasps, reaching for my arms to raise me back up to my feet where they wobbly connect with the hardwood. “Jus’ want to cum inside you’s all.” Just as fast as he had placed me on the counter before, he lifts me up by the underside of my thighs, and wraps them around his waist, carrying me to our shared bedroom after scooping up our discarded clothing in one hand with the other holding me in place. The only layer between us is my pair of red lacy panties, which I am lucky I wore tonight. In a flash, we rush past the pink seashell covered wallpaper, and I hear the door creak open when he reaches behind me. We both cringe at the noise, growing tense as we silently hope it didn’t wake Robin up, given our rooms are literally separated by one wall. I hoped so deeply in that moment that that wall was thick.

Harry whips around and locks the door behind use before rushing over to the bed, dropping both of us on top of it. The cold tacky quilt pressed to my suntanned back, sending an extra wave of bliss through me. My shirt is practically ripped from my body, as he pushes my back down against the bed, running a hand down from the bottom of my bra while he stares at my skin.

My bra is the next piece of clothing to hit the floor, before he kissed a trail of wet kisses down from my collarbones, between my breasts, all the way down to my underwear. My impatience makes me squirm underneath him. Just as his fingers hook into the waistband of the garment, slipping them from my legs he looks at me, and I know exactly what he wants, but I can’t give it to him.

“Harry, please,” I pant, “just fuck me,” I whine throwing my head back.

Shit,” he groans, reaching up to pull the nightstand drawer open. Without even blinking, he yanks the box open and grabs a packet from inside. I sit up and snatch the foil square from his hand, tearing it open with my teeth. He inhales sharply as I roll the latex down every inch of him. I lie back down and allow him to lean forward so that our chests are only inches apart.

“You ready, love?” he asks one last time. I nod eagerly, as he presses his swollen tip to my entrance, and drags his hips forward. I feel the familiar burn of my sensitive flesh as I stretch to accommodate his size. This time, though, there’s no pain. My nails dig into his back as I brace myself when he pulls back before thrusting himself back in. But the pain never comes. He continues his movements, slowly, only making me want it more. Making me want him to fuck me properly.

He kisses and nips at my next, running his tongue over the surely reddened skin, undoubtedly leaving his mark on me, as he groans. “Harry,” my voice pulls his attention from my neck. I grab the back of his neck and pull him down to me. “I want you to fuck me. Please, Harry, Please give it to me faster” I whimper quietly. He groans in pleasure at my words, letting them sink in. My words are all it takes for him to starting thrusting faster. He grabs my hips roughly, the tips of his fingers digging into my back tightly as he tilts my hips up slightly, pushing even deeper inside me.

I moan at the filthy sounds of his skin slapping against mine, dragging my nails down his back. When the tip of him hits my g-spot my head shoots up and my jaw falls open in ecstasy. The feeling is mind-blowing and causes me to clench around him, which earns a deep dark groan from him.

“Look a’ you love,” his voice is an entire octave lower while his dark eyes stare at me with desire, leaning in to kiss the corner of my mouth while he continues to pound into me, “such a good girl. Taking me so well.” His words send another wave of pleasure through me. I feel my stomach growing tighter and tighter as our moans fill the air of the small room. “Fuck,” he moans reaching down to rub my clit as he continues to snap his hips forward roughly, pushing me further and further toward the edge, “cum for me, cum all over my cock,” His face scrunches up in as his thrusts get sloppier, indicating that he’s close.

Fuck,” he gasps, “m’cumming,” he cries out. With one last deep curl of his hips, I feel him reach his climax inside of me, spilling himself into the condom. His quiet gasps combined with both of our pants is the only sound in the room.

“My God, love,” he sighs. I close my eyes, as I try to calm my ragged breaths. Our bodies now covered in a slight sheen of sweat, he presses his damp forehead to the side of my neck as we come down from our highs. He pulls himself out, slowly, and gets up to rid himself of the condom in the en suite bathroom bin.

“Remind me to empty the trash before we leave,” he smirks, as he walks back toward the bed where I lay, extending his arms for me to take. I snake my hands across his arms as he pulls me from the bed and walks me to the shower. Turning the handle and lifting his foot inside, he pulls me inside with him. The water rains down on us as he wraps his strong arms around me, stroking the back of my now wet hair as I press a kiss to his collarbone and lean my head against him just as I did the first time we showered together.

“So good to me,” he mumbles into my hair, “don’t deserve you, angel,” he hums shaking his head. I pull my head back and send him a bewildered look.

You don’t deserve me?!” I ask, absolute dumbfounded, with a sarcastic laugh, “Harry, look where we are. Because quite frankly, I don’t deserve you. You do so much for me, and for my sister, and giving this day, today. Harry, I couldn’t ever possibly thank you enough for what you’ve done for us.”

“You don’t have to thank me though pet because I love you,” he shrugs, smiling at me softly. I return my head to its original position against his skin and close my eyes.

“I love you. So much, Harry,” I mumble.

“Gwen!” my father shouts, panicked, “they’re here…” he nods, “they know,” he mutters frantically. I can see a tear fall from his eye. 

My mother grabs me and hauls me upward by her grip under my armpits, resting me on her hip. “What do we do?” she asks, growing frantic, searching my father’s face for answers.

“Mommy, What’s going on?” I whimper in fright. She looks from me to my dad, who shakes his head, not allowing her to answer my question.

“Sweetheart,” he calls out, “I have to go, okay?” he asks.

“But…why daddy?” I ask, as my lip quivers and my eyes brim with tears.

“One day, you’ll understand, okay?” he asks nodding questioningly to me. Just then the front door bursts open revealing several men – decked out head to toe in protective gear, with guns, immediately drawing their aim to my father…law officers.

“You seriously thought you could get away with it, Wilkinson?” one officer sneers, “pathetic,” he spits as a third officer draws my dad’s arm behind his back with such a force that he groans in pain.

“Please, just let me say goodbye,” my father begs, sobbing as he stares at his daughter – stares at me – knowing he’s never going to see me again.

“Not a chance in hell,” the first officer spits, nodding for the two others to drag him out the door.

“Dean!” my mother calls out, sobbing, as she tries to maintain her grip on me, so as not to drop me. He tries to call back to her as they carry him backward into the unknown.

“Gwen, I love-“ but the front door slams back shut, and my mother places me to my feet, as she falls to her knees, completely broken inside.

“Mommy,” I start to cry harder.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby,” she coos, wrapping her arms around me before pulling me into her to hold me close, “everything’s going to be okay,” she lied as I cried into her neck and the both of us shook with every sad sob that left our lungs…

I woke with a start to find myself sitting in the passenger seat of the car as Harry drove the three of us home.

“You alright, love?” he asks, quickly looking over at me then back to the road as he awaited my response.

“Yeah” I lied, with the most convincing tone I could forcing a smile his way, “everything’s fine…but I need a favor…”

It took quite a bit of convincing, but because I knew my stepdad wouldn’t be home for at least another half an hour, Harry reluctantly agreed. He pulled the black range rover into the driveway of my childhood home, throwing the gear in park. I look back and make sure Robin’s still asleep in her seat. I nod to myself at the sight of her snoring lightly and turn back around while I reach to undo my seatbelt. Cold fingertips brush against my hand in an attempt to grab my attention. I pull my gaze to where he’s sat, but I don’t look him in the eye.

“Take your time…and if you need me don’t hesitate. Say something to me. ‘ m right here, okay? Not going anywhere love.” his voice is demanding, but soft. He says it in a sweet way that still enforces the fact that he doesn’t like this idea. I nod and click my seatbelt undone, sliding it from my right shoulder before I pull the handle to open the car door and slip out, closing it shut as quietly as I can to avoid waking my sister up. Clearly, a common theme this weekend.

I trudge up to the old navy blue front door with the glass window in the middle. The blinds are shut, which I take as a positive because I don’t want my mom to hesitate to open the door. Given how our last interaction went, I take it she might react that way. With one big deep breath, I close my eyes and exhale quickly before opening them and knocking on the door loud enough for her to hear from anywhere in the house. At the given hour, she could be anywhere within the small two-story suburban home. Muffled footsteps pull me from my thoughts as the door slides open to reveal my surprised mother. Suddenly, my confidence is faltering. I take in another breath before I finally get the words out.

“What aren’t you telling me?” I ask, with my fists clenching by my sides with apprehension. I needed answers, and I needed them now.

The News - Sherlock X Reader

Requested: Nope.

Warnings: Minor language

Summery: Reader is pregnant, and struggles to tell Sherlock the big news.


Convincing Sherlock Holmes to marry her was hard enough. Y/N really didn’t want to convince him to have kids, because if there was one man on this earth who could reason, it was Sherlock Holmes.

Of course, as she stared down at the pregnancy test in her hand, she realized she wouldn’t have much choice but to at least try. And now, he couldn’t even truly argue against it.

Y/N let out a long sigh, not looking forward to the trial to come. She knew that when he got home, she wouldn’t stand a chance at hiding the secret. Hell, she wouldn’t be surprised if he already knew. But either way, she knew she had to tell him.

So, gathering her courage, Y/N left the bathroom after throwing the test away, making no attempt to hide it. Her husband would find out soon enough. She went to the living room and sat in Sherlock’s chair, trying her very best not to freak out. Tapping her feet, she impatiently waited for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally, she heard the door open downstairs, and familiar footsteps as he arrived. “Oh, god…” she muttered.

As he opened the door, she gave him her best smile, eyes drawn to the dark curls that were even more disorderly than normal. “Hello, love,” he said nonchalantly.

“How was the case?” she asked, avoiding the upcoming conversation.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow as he strode over to her. “It was… Good. What’s wrong?”


“Oh, nothing. Just a long day.”

Sherlock sighed. “No, something is wrong. What is it? You can tell me.”

And suddenly, all conscious and reasonable thought left Y/N’s mind as her mouth suddenly formed and uttered the words, “I’m pregnant.”

The affect was immediate. Sherlock’s eyes widened and his lips parted slightly as a look of shock and confusion swept over his features. And stuck.

His face stayed unmoving, eyes not even blinking as Y/N stared up at him. “Sherl…?” She looked at him with concern before waving a hand in front of his face. “Oh, god. Oh god, oh my god!”

Scrambling, she dialed her phone to the only number she could think of that would help. She waited anxiously as it rang.

John’s voice filled the line. “Hello?”

“I broke him,” Y/N said desperately.

“Y/N? Is that–what? Who, Sherlock?”

“Yes, Sherlock! He stopped moving, he’s just staring, John! I broke him!” She began to pace.

“What did you do?”

“I told him I’m pregnant!”

There was a pause. “Are you?”

She frowned. “No, John, I told him for the hell of it. Yes, I’m pregnant!”



There was a sigh on from John’s end. “Just slap him, that should do the trick.”


“Slap him. A nice good one, that’ll snap him out of it.”

She stopped pacing. “You sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Now slap your husband.”

She sighed and hung up, turning back to Sherlock, who still hadn’t moved. She muttered an apology before drawing her hand back and hitting him square across the face. He stumbled a bit before he over came his shock and looked up at her.

“You… You’re–”

“Yep.” She looked at the ground. “S-sorry…”

Her head shot up at the sound of his chuckle. “For what?”

“Well, slapping you for one.” She looked down again. “For being pregnant, too, I suppose.”

Suddenly, arms wrapped around her in a tight embrace. “Don’t be sorry. I mean, as long as its mine.”

She chuckled. “Of course it is. You’re not mad?”

He smiled and held her tighter. “Nope. I was just a bit… Well, shocked.”


Derek x Reader

Requested by Anon


“I need you to find (Y/N).” Derek said as soon as Chris opened his front door.

“Derek I’m not going to do that.” He sighed and glanced down at the bag Derek had on one shoulder as if he had expected to drag Chriss off in an attempt to find you. “You know why.”

“If only I’d just gone over when she/he called.“ Derek sighed and made himself at home on the hunter’s sofa.

“Well i’m sure once they’ve had sometime you can make it up to them.” Chris sighed and slapped a hand on Derek’s shoulder when it was clear the wolf was not going to be moving until he felt less lonely.

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minstrels are a menace, the plague that ravages the city

and somehow they magically appear right in your way in the worst possible moments, it was the best mission where you got to beat the snot out of them

(I had so much fun drawing smol Ezio’s expressions, and I kind of needed that after Revelations and Embers combined)

comission info :)

anonymous asked:

Ahhh I read the one where todoroki met his son after 5 years and I was wondering if you could continue that?

{HEY! I got it done! It’s a little long…but I really think you’ll like it!} (part 1)

After hours of sleep, your eyes slowly open as your senses begin to awaken with you. The feeling of a warm body gripping around your waist was something new, but not at all unwelcomed. With your eyes only half open, you close them and snuggle closer into the broad chest. Though it was the first time in years that you had woken up to this, you could definitely get used to it. Just as you were relishing in the feeling of his bare chest against your cheek, you feel a little rumble bubble up from his chest, and you jolt.

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Ashton’s Troubles

Main Pairing(s): N/A

Sub Pairing(s): N/A

AU: None. This is based off of Ashton’s absence but this is all basically fiction.

Warning(s): Mentions of depression and anxiety, self hatred.

Rating: PG-13

Words: 2K

Note(s): Now this is 99% fiction but Ashton is in fact taking a break from social media. Please leave him the fuck alone. We’ve all been bugging him to come back and buggin him about the album. Give the kid a fucking break. I’d be ripping my hair out if I was him.


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Bucky x Reader- Just Say it

Warning: major fluff incoming

On the day S.H.E.L.D fell your life fell with it. You lost a lot of your friends since half of them were with H.Y.D.R.A, your main source of income and your home. You had nothing to fall back on, but you were good friends with Steve Rogers, the only person you could trust anymore. He convinced Tony to let you stay at the Avengers tower until you got your life back.

When you first arrived at the tower, you found out that you weren’t the only friend Steve convinced Tony to let stay. Bucky was also staying at the tower, which you loved. You developed feeling for him from the story’s Steve told about him from when they were little and grown up. You could honestly call what you felt for him love, meeting him in person proved that.

You thought that he was brave and nice and not to mention handsome. He was kind, even with his rough exterior. He was shy and kept to himself and could be awkward at times, but it wasn’t his fault. It was all H.Y.D.R.A’s. Though, you had to admit, you thought some of Bucky’s awkward tendency were really cute and adorable.

You and Bucky were the only people in the tower and you were in your room watching some TV. At one point, you heard your stomach growl so you went to the kitchen to get food.

When you walked into the kitchen, you saw Bucky bent over the counter doing something, and better yet, he was shirtless. Your breath hitched and you felt your cheeks heat up when you saw that. You have seen him shirtless in pictures, but you were not prepared for the real thing.

After a few minutes of him not realizing that you where there, which is weird for someone of his skill set, you coughed, causing him jump a bit, which in turn made you laugh.

“Oh, hey (F/N). Didn’t see you there.” he said shyly as he turned to you. He gave you a slight smile and put his head back down, turning back to what he was doing.

“Hey. What are you up to?” you asked, starting to walk towards him. He heard you coming over and quickly grabbed the thing he was working on off the counter. You just stared at him, confused by his sudden action.

Bucky kept his head down and walked to the other side of the kitchen, cursing himself under his breath. Bucky loved you too, probably more then you loved him. When he came back, the only person he trusted was Steve, his closest and dearest friend. Then Steve introduced him to you and suddenly, the world didn’t seam so shady and dark anymore. He had been wanting to tell you how he really felt for a long time now, but the closest he’s ever gotten is thinking of saying when you were near.

He was scared to tell you. You were a strong, stable and beautiful women. Why would you want to deal the baggage and pain being with him would give you. He knew that if he didn’t tell you, he would regret it.

Bucky quickly glanced up at you and decided he was going to do this now. He walked up to you and lightly tapped your shoulder. You turned around and he handed you something before speed walking out of the kitchen. You were even more confused now.

You looked down at what he gave you to see a folded up piece of paper. You opened it up and read what it said.

Hey (F/N). I’m just going to say it. No explaining.

I love you


You froze for a minute and read it 50 more times before running to Bucky’s room, almost tripping over your own feet. You stopped once you reached the door and was about to knock, but stopped yourself. You looked down at the paper and uncertainty began to fill your for some reason. You went back to the kitchen and grabbed a pen.

On the back of the paper, you wrote meet me in the living room and slid it under his door. Bucky looked over at the door and saw the paper. He read it and went to the living room, as ordered.

“Can we talk instead of using notes?” you asked, hearing him come in.

“What is there to say. I told you how I felt in the note and in the most simplest way possible.” Bucky sighed. You suddenly stood up and stomped over to him, almost slapping him. Bucky could see how pissed off you were and was scared and confused at your reaction.

“Be a man and say it to my face. I always thought the winter solider was a man of action, not of words.” you said sternly. You wanted him to say it face to face instead of using these stupid notes. That was only way you would be certain about all of this. You knew the risks of being with Bucky all too well, they were the same risks that came with your job, but you would gladly be with him despite that. All he has to do is say the words.

Suddenly, Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist, smashing his lips against yours. You automatically fell into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

“I love you.” Bucky said as he pulled away.

“I love you too.” you grinned. Bucky gave you a loving smile before placing his lips on your once again.

Then the front door opened and all the Avengers came pilling in, chatting among themselves, but the chatter stopped when they saw both of you in each other arms. For a moment, the tower was silent with everybody staring at you two and you staring back at them, but it was broken by Steve’s cheering and clapping.

“You finally got your girl.” Steve laughed, pulling Bucky away from you and wrapping his arms around his shoulder.

“Shut up.” Bucky said quietly, extremely embarrassed. You were saddened by Bucky’s sudden absence but it was quickly replaced by Natasha’s embrace.

“I told he felt the same.” she giggled, hopping up and down. You hugged Nat back, but you were focused on Bucky who was looking right back at you, only sparring a few minutes to the men.

“Congratulations my dear friends!” Thor yelled with a huge grin on his face.

“Let’s get a drink to celebrate.” Tony said, already heading for the door. Clint seconded that option, following right behind Tony. Bruce stood off a bit when Tony mentioned alcohol, but he would still go. Tony was his science buddy after all and he was too awkward to say no.

“Even though that sounds great, I think I’ll stay here. I mean, you got the good stuff.” you said. You kept shooting looks in Bucky’s direction, telling him to stay too. He stared at you confused until he finally got the message.

“Oh yeah. Me too.” he stuttered a bit. Natasha got off you and gave you a knowing grin. Tony gave Bucky the same grin and did that thing with his eyebrows.

“Fine, have fun by yourselves.” Steve sighed. Everybody let out little snickers as they tried to hold in there laughter as Steve looked around confused. It was amazing how Steve was a grown man but acted like a teenager when it came to certain things.

“That’s the plan.” you said with a cute smile, looking right at Bucky. Steve looked even more confused. Tony completely lost it and ended rolling around on the floor.

“Allow me to explain, cap.” Tony said, heading to the door and bringing Steve with him. As Tony explained, you could see Steve’s eyes widen and his face get red. You had to stop yourself from falling to the ground too from laughter when you saw the way he glanced back at you and Bucky.

Nat waved goodbye and went to the door, still giving you the same look, while Clint and Bruce just awkwardly shuffled out of the room

Once the door closed, you and Bucky stood there for a few minutes and smile and one another.

“So, what do you want to do?” you asked.

“Snuggle?” he simply replied, making your heart melt. He was so sweet. He was more experienced then Steve, but at times, he had the same thought process when it came to this kind of thing.

“Sure.” you smiled. Bucky took your hand in his and led you over to the couch. Both of you sat down. You snuggled into Bucky’s chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist and brought you close.

The two watched TV and stayed like that for the rest of the night, content in each others arms.

anonymous asked:

Jaydick with Bottom Jay please! (If u have time) thanks and i love your fics~! You're my favorite jaydick writer ever!

*blushes* I’m honored to know I’m your favorite writer! :) Thank you so much for the lovely compliment.

And here is a JayDick with bottom!Jay for you! (This isn’t quite my forte >.< but I hope you enjoy it ~)

Jason and Dick were relaxing in the living room, cuddled on the couch for movie night. Dick had his head leaned against Jason, their fingers threaded together and resting on his lap as he kept his eyes glued to the TV, watching a classic film he’d seen as a kid.

The atmosphere was peaceful, calming and Dick could just fall asleep to the sounds of the voices coming from the movie and Jason’s soft breathing. 

Well, it was nice until Jason decided to spring something upon him out of the blue.

“Hey Dick,” Jason called and Dick hummed a gentle reply, shifting his head slightly to look up at the man and caught emerald eyes staring down at him, half-lidded and a bit mischievous. “Want to fuck?”

Dick blinked in confusion. “Uh—“ Dick stuttered, a little caught off guard at that comment. It’s not as if Jason didn’t often ask him to have sex when it popped into his mind, but they were warm and relaxed and he didn’t think Jason wanted something like that considering it was supposed to be a peaceful night. “What?” He blurted, wasn’t able to form any coherent words.

Fucking, Dickiebird.” Jason simply stated and quirked his lips into a grin. Dick rolled his eyes and punched him gently on the arm.

“I know what you meant.”

“Good, so, let’s fuck?” Jason urged in a deep and sultry voice, making Dick shiver from delight at the thought of them getting hot and heavy with one another despite the fact that they were supposed to be watching a movie.

“Um—“ Dick was still a little disoriented and didn’t exactly know what to say, even though the offer was appealing.

Jason huffed a breath, turned slightly to face Dick and stroked a hand gingerly under Dick’s dark eyes. “I want to ride you,” Jason offered, eyes gazing at him lustfully as he licked his lips seductively.

Oh.” That—that was something rare. It wasn’t often that Jason offered himself to bottom, not that Dick minded because honestly, he could go either way and he quite liked being fucked by Jason. But the thought of Jason riding him at this very moment on this very couch? Well, let’s say he could feel his cock pulsing with desire. “That is—yeah, let’s fuck,” Dick said, knew how tactless he sounded and stupid he sounded.

Jason just chuckled at him and yanked the blanket that was draped over their shoulders, tossing it to the ground in one fell swoop. Dick narrowed his eyes, watching him in curiosity as the man turned to face him, quickly stripping until he was naked. Clothes littered the ground, but Jason didn’t care as he lowered his knees to the couch, climbed on top of Dick and plopped right down on his lap, getting comfortable. A hand searched around for the band of Dick’s sweats, pulling it down to pop out his semi-hard cock.

“Hmm, need to get your hard,” Jason murmured and slipped Dick’s cock between his ass, grinding down on it as he moved, rolling his hips in slow waves.

Dick’s back dipped into the cushion, sighing contently as Jason stimulated him. Felt warmth crawling within his body as pleasure spread throughout. “Jay,” Dick panted shakily and found his hands slithering towards Jason’s waist, fingers pressing into his tight muscles.

Jason chuckled, amused as he continued to roll his hips and stretched out an arm, digging in between the couch cushions in search for something. Dick’s eyes wandered to where Jason was fiddling and saw him pull out a small bottle of lube.

“You hid that there?” Dick asked, arched a brow in surprise.

“Of course. Got to be prepared,” Jason murmured and popped the cap open. He poured a generous amount into his palm and guided his hand to his back. Dick shivered when Jason’s thick and rough fingers curled around his cock. It was cold and slimy as he coated it thoroughly with the viscous liquid, pumping his cock until it grew, becoming fully erect.

“Jason, that—ugh,” Dick grunted and thrust upwards into Jason’s ass. “Feels so good.”

“It’ll feel better once you’re inside me,” Jason teased lightly, dipped down and murmured against his ears, grazed his teeth against his earlobes as he nipped at his skin.

Dick pushed down hard on his waist, and groaned loudly as the image popped into his mind, couldn’t wait to fill Jason. Couldn’t wait to thrust into his tight heat, and watch him come undone.

Jason continued to stroke his cock, using his lithe and coarse fingers as he worked Dick up into a high, until his cock was slowly leaking with cum. He felt Jason rub a thumb over his slit as he smoothed his sticky seed all over the tip. 

Dick drew in a ragged breath as his eyes fell shut, soaking in the pleasure and letting Jason do all the work as he used his skillful hand. Then he felt the man shift above him and lifted an eye to peek. He found Jason lining himself up against Dick’s shaft, could feel his tip rub against Jason’s twitching and wet hole, begging for the man to push inside of him.

“Shouldn’t we—“ Dick started but Jason shushed him as he pressed a kiss to his mouth, slowly lowering himself down on Dick as the tip slipped in. A deep growl released from his lips and Dick shuddered from the pleasure, couldn’t wait to bury himself all the way in. 

“Don’t worry, I’m prepped,” Jason said and sucked in a breath, hissed when Dick took that as a sign and pushed in deeper, all the way until he was submerged deep within him. 

“What?” Dick murmured, trying to pay attention to what Jason had just said but at the same, was too distracted by Jason clamping down on him, his hole squeezing tight around his thick cock. It was so warm and wonderful and fuck, hot as hell. It’d been a while since he’d been inside of Jason and it felt fucking good. “You didn’t give me the opportunity to prep you myself?”

Jason chuckled. “I couldn’t wait,” he said and sat himself flush against Dick’s lap, gripped his hands onto Dick’s shoulders for support. His eyes fell shut for a brief moment as he breathed in deeply. “Give me a moment though,” he wheezed unstably and Dick nodded his head. Knew the man was preparing himself as it’d been awhile since he’d done this.  

Dick sighed softly and reached a hand to cup his cheek, pulled him in to press a soft kiss to his lips in reassurance. “Whenever you’re ready,” he whispered, and Jason murmured a soft ‘okay.’ 

A brief moment passed by them as Jason breathed in and out, shifting a little as he allowed himself to adjust to the foreign feeling. Then finally, he parted his lips to speak as his body relaxed, the tension leaving him completely as he slumped against Dick. “Okay, ready.”


“Yep,” Jason said shakily. “Now move.” He instructed, gazed down at Dick with half-lidded eyes and pushed down on his thighs. 

Dick nodded and thrust up, his muscular thighs moving beneath Jason, hands gripping hard as he moved Jason up only to force him back down onto his lap. He paused for a second and shifted, positioned himself comfortably against the couch, and then began thrusting into Jason in short bursts, skin slapping against skin.

Jason sighed from up above, twisted his brows tight in concentration and grasped Dick on the shoulders, curled his fingers around hardened muscles, holding on for support. Dick’s eyes fluttered to Jason, watched as his bangs, the white strands of his hair, fell into his eyes as he bounced atop him lightly with quickening pace as Dick moved in and out of him. 

Dick chewed his bottom lip as Jason started moving along with him, rocking back and forth with his hips, exposing how far inside of him Dick was. He slowed down his thrusts, watched as Jason moved, groaning quietly, and moving his hand to grip Dick’s thighs, digging his fingers in. Dick could see the base of his cock sliding in and out and watched with awe as Jason’s fully erect cock bounced along with his movements.

And then Jason quickened his pace, moving with vigor and bounced up and down on Dick’s laps as his grunts grew louder.

“You like that?” Jason murmured playfully with a smirk on his lips, breathing hard and heavy. His lips were trembling from how good it felt having Dick inside of him, stimulating his sweet spot.

“Mhm,” Dick murmured and trailed his hands up to Jason’s chest, pinching at his nipples as he gasped loudly from the sensation. “You like that?” He teased and Jason rolled his eyes and as punishment, he squeezed down hard on Dick, watched as the man gasped in surprise, a sweet moan slipping his lips.

“I’m sure that one felt good,” Jason said and licked his lips delectably with half lidded eyes.

Dick grunted, was about to make a remark, but couldn’t form any words. Jason was riding him so well, taking control as he moved with precision. Dick could feel himself getting close to release and with heated strength, thrust up hard into Jason, made the man jolt and groan noisily in surprise.

Dick,” Jason hissed and leaned in to kiss him hard and rough as he bit on his lips with enough pressure to draw blood.

The pacing of their thrusts quickened with Jason collapsing against his chest, arms locked around his neck with his face buried in Dick’s shoulder. He flared his teeth, bit down on his skin, and created tiny little bite marks.

Dick grasped his hips, secured his hold around Jason’s waist and pressed down hard, moving again, faster. Jason gasped, leaned back to hover just slightly above Dick, so close their foreheads almost touched. Dick could see Jason’s face contorting into a pained expression, not being able to take much more of Dick pounding into him, faster and harder as the seconds ticked by.

He could feel his lover squeeze down on him, whimpering as he became undone, letting lose as he panted and breathed heavily; whispering soft words into the air. “Dick, so close. I’m so—

Dick grunted and leaned in to kiss him, muffling his subtle cries and moans as he pushed up, fucked deep into Jason, and felt pleasure pooling into his groin as he came. He breathed densely, harsh exhales slipping his mouth as he convulsed, shaking, and holding down hard onto Jason as he ejaculated inside of him.

Jason shuddered from the feel of Dick’s orgasm, his cock twitching irregularly as his hot seeds spurted inside him, warm and moist. Jason wrapped a hand around his cock, pumped himself quickly until he finally came as well.

They both trembled, a breathless mess, sticky and wet with sweat and spunk. Jason collapsed against Dick, clung onto him as he tried to calm himself. He could hear his labored breathing and Dick brought a tired hand to glide his fingers through Jason’s hair softly.

“Good?” Jason exhaled groggily and leaned back, chuckled from seeing how muddled Dick’s expression was, how unfocused and pale his blue eyes were. He was still disoriented even after coming, in a haze just like Jason was.

Dick smiled silly, nodded his head and Jason brushed aside the long black locks of hair out of his face. They both sighed breathlessly and leaned in, kissing lazily as they fell into silence, the sounds of the TV mixing into their quiet murmurs.