Request: Okay, so this is Sirius x Reader where you like him and he likes you but neither of you know that and you ask the Marauders and Lily and Marlene if they wanna go to Hogsmeade or whatever the next day but they are all busy except Sirius. So you guys go and you get cold so he gives you his hoodie and you forget to return it or don’t want to because it smells like him and when you do at the end of the day he gets really happy because it smells like you and he wears it. Basically just fluff thanks.
Word Count: About 2,800.
Warning(s): Sexual tension, slightly suggestive comments, Sirius being hot as hell, kissing and stuff.
Note: In summary, this is a Sirius x Reader work about a cold night at Hogsmeade. Also, I deviated a bit from the request. Just a bit.
“We’re all still on for tonight, right?”
“Yeah.” Lily nodded, shrugging on a warm jacket as she headed out the door. “Marlene said to meet them in the common room before we go.”
As you made your way down the staircase next to Lily, you spotted James, Peter, and Marlene lounging on a sofa near the fireplace. Huddled together, the trio seemed to be in a heated conversation.
Nearing them, you heard their hushed whispers.
“Just make up some excuse to–”
Once Peter spotted you approaching, however, he nudged the other two into silence.
“Y/N! Lily!” exclaimed Marlene, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear nervously. “Just the ones we’ve been waiting for.”
With a quirked eyebrow, you took a seat on the arm of the couch. When they smiled innocently at you, you shook your head with a small laugh, looking around the room. You thought it might be best to ignore their impish antics. Around you, the Gryffindor common room was bustling with life and chatter. But amidst it all, you couldn’t spot Sirius.
Not that you were waiting for him, of course. He just happened to cross your mind as you looked around.
“He’s almost ready,” said James, a cheeky grin playing on his face.
Reid x reader:
Imagine the reader being younger than Reid.
Warnings: big age difference, fluff/smut???, talking about cases
The team notices right away that something was on Spencer’s mind. It had been for the past couple months. It starts becoming obvious when boy genius himself starts messing up his facts.
“What’s up with you, pretty boy? Who’s got your panties in a knot?” Morgan asked him on the way out of the office.
The two were tired from a long day at Quantico and ready to be home.
“Knot? What makes you think anyone’s been doing anything with my panties? Did someone say something?” The doctor stuttered.
“Wow there. No I can just tell you have been distracted. Is there something you want to tell me?” Derek raises his eyebrows, stopping at his car.
Reid thinks what the best idea would be. He trusted Morgan but he also looked up to him and wondered what he would think.
“I met someone.” Reid’s mouth speaks before his brain has a chance to catch up.
Morgan can’t say he was surprised, he heard something from JJ but they were all just assumptions.
“A little lady caught the eye of Spencer Reid? Now how does one do that?” Derek smirks.
Reid has a silly grin on his face, he shrugs and looks down at the ground.
“She is- she’s pretty amazing.” He brags.
It was a relief to finally get it off his chest. For the past 3 months he’s been having to keep it a secret. He wouldn’t usually be hanging around people like you. Not unless he was on the job.
Not that there is anything wrong with you. Like he said you are amazing; smart, funny, beautiful. Everything he wanted in a girl.
You were pretty much his dream girl, except you are real.
“So when do I get to meet her?” Morgan wonders.
A question Spencer couldn’t answer. Both of your schedules were pretty full. You and Spencer had talked about meeting your friends next weekend at Rossi’s.
“Soon hopefully.” Spencer said before both him and his coworker made their way home.
When you heard the door start to unlock, you put your book down.
You greet the boy at the door.
You throw your arms around his neck before he has a chance to put anything down. He hugs you back.
“Did you get settled in?” He asks, closing the door with his foot.
You nod, you got into town this morning, Spencer was already at work so you have been at his house all alone. You two planned spending the spring holiday together. A whole week and a half of just you and your boyfriend.
You two untangle from each other and he puts his bag on the hook by the door. You loved Spencer’s house, it was what you wanted yours to look like. Books everywhere, almost OCD clean.
A love of books is what drew you and Spencer together so quickly.
“I think I need to shower.” Spencer announces, taking his coat off and hanging it will his bag.
“I think I’ll join you.” You smile and follow after him to the bathroom.
Spencer and you had been enjoying your time here. Times where he was at work, which seemed to be a lot, you found something to do.
You were never really bored, Spencer had an abundance of books and the city was interesting to explore.
You two were laying in bed, you were nearly asleep when his phone started ringing.
“Hello?” He answers, you knew he was asleep because he sounded half asleep. “Okay.” He says before hanging up.
“Who was that?” You ask curiously.
He starts getting up from bed, wearing only his robe.
“We have a case. They need me.” He gets into his dresser.
You frown, “It’s nearly two in the morning.” You whine.
He walks over to you leaning over you. “It’s all part of the job.” He kisses your lips and starts to get dressed.
You begin to doze off, the last thing you remember is Spencer covering you with a blanket and kissing your forehead.
When you open your eyes, the sun is flooding through the window, it’s just past noon.
You sit up, the house still empty. You check your phone and there is a message from Spencer. He says they had to go to New York for a case but shouldn’t be long.
You groan, you had homework to do but you wanted Spencer. You laid in bed for another hour before actually getting up. You made coffee and started right up on your homework.
You only stopped twice, to make something to eat and when Spencer called.
“I’m sorry, this really isn’t what I wanted to happen.” He apologizes over the phone.
“It’s okay, it’s your job. People need your brains.” You smile.
You can hear his laugh over the phone. You missed him, you were happy to be at his house than in your town. At least when he comes back you will be here.
“You doing okay-” Spencer starts.
“Who’s that?” You hear a voice on the other end of the line.
“I- I gotta go.” Spencer rushes.
You exchange goodbyes and hang up the phone. You knew Spencer hadn’t told his team about you. It was obvious why, you couldn’t help but feel he was embarrassed of you but you knew better than that.
You knew Spencer’s feelings for you were real, he cared so much about you and never missed a chance to show you.
Spencer had been talking to you about going to meet some of his friends tomorrow. They are meeting up at a coworkers house and he wanted you to meet them.
You couldn’t help but be nervous. He spoke so highly about his friends, you wondered what they would think.
The rest of the night you read and watched tv on your phone. Spencer of course did not have a tv which you found ridiculous. He was not that into electronics but everyone needs a tv.
You tried to stay up as late as you could, not knowing when Spencer would be home. When you found yourself falling asleep while reading a book, you knew it was time to call it a night.
It was almost 3am and you could barely keep your eyes open. You changed into one of Spencer’s shirts, surprisingly you hadn’t really worn one before. Spencer wasn’t the type of boyfriend who just gave away his shirts.
He doesn’t gets how sexy it is.
With that, you cuddled up in his bed by yourself and drifted to sleep. The next morning you woke up again around noon. You lifted your head up in bed to catch sight of the sleeping boy next to you.
A smile spread across your face, his hair is sprawled out across the pillow.
You roll closer to him and kiss his bare shoulder. You rub his back as he starts stirring. He rolls to face you and you automatically gasp.
“Spencer.” You say.
“Don’t worry, it’s not as bad as it looks.” He scrunched up his beaten face.
You cup his face, “This is the thing I don’t like about your job.”
“I know.” He smiles and pulls your head down to kiss your lips.
“Come on, let’s go out to breakfast.” He suggests.
The rest of the day was amazing. You two go out to breakfast then he spends the rest of the day reading to you. Your head in his lap as he reads The Narrative of John Smith to you. You notice he barely has to look at the book but that doesn’t surprise you much.
You two start getting ready to go to Reid coworkers house.
“Are you sure you want me to come?” You look at him through the mirror of the bathroom while drying your hair, a towel wrapped around your body.
“Yes, you are an important person in my life. I want you to meet the other important people.” He comes up behind you and kisses your cheek.
Having him by your side makes you feel better about everything. When you guys load into the car, you take his hand. He smiles at you, you can tell he is nervous too.
He cares so much about his team, if they don’t approve it with crush him. When you get to the nice sized house you park out front. You both sit in the car for a couple minutes.
“I’m really excited to meet your friends, Spence. I just want you to know, if they don’t like me it won’t change anything between us.” You comfort him. You have met the team before, it was before you and Spencer had even met.
“I think they are going to love you. I think it’s just at first they will be… confused.” He says.
You two finally exit the car and make your way to the door of the modern house. Spencer knocks and plays with his fingers while waiting for it to open. When it does there is a Middle aged man on the other side of the door.
He looks at you, then to Spencer then back to you before finally greeting you.
“Well hello. You just be Y/N.” He reaches out to shake your hand. “I’m David Rossi.”
You smile and shake his hands, “I’ve heard great things about you. It’s nice to meet you.”
He invited us in and there are multiple other people standing around the kitchen island.
All eyes go over to you guys and you can see the shock on everyone’s face. You wait for someone to say something and luckily Rossi finally does.
“This is Y/N, everyone.” He introduces you. He tells you everyone else’s name.
You smile at everyone and you and Spencer slowly start to merge with the group.
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” Prentiss says.
She seems very nice, you already had heard so much about the team, you felt like you knew them.
“Weren’t you at the college campus we were at?” She asks.
You were surprised she remembered. They came to your college and did a presentation about what they do in the BAU. It’s actually where Spencer and you met.
“Ah! That’s where I recognized you from! You were the girl who knew everything about everything.” JJ jumps in.
You’re honored that’s what they remember about you. It’s not that you knew everything about everything, it’s just no one in your class know much about anything. So when they asked questions you were the only one who really answered.
“Well it’s good to see you again.” Prentiss says.
You nod, this is going a lot better than You’d thought.
“So how did you and Spencer get together?” They asks.
You are a bit embarrassed, it makes you feel even younger to explain how you started seeing each other.
“Well after the lecture I actually came up and asked him a couple follow up questions.” You had already thought he was attractive from the beginning of the lecture. “He answered most of them but gave me his card in case I had anymore questions. So I called him the next weekend.”
Now it’s been a couple months. Time is really flying by.
Spencer walks up beside you, you smile at him. You think he just wants make sure you are all getting along. You actually really like Prentiss and JJ.
“Can I get you guys any wine?” Rossi offers Spencer and You. That’s when You notice almost all the rest of the team has a glass of wine.
You look up at Spencer awkwardly and he scratches his head.
“She can’t uh-” He starts.
“I won’t be 21 for a couple more months.” You finish.
The team is all the sudden quiet, all the conversations that seemed to be had suddenly stopped.
Reid is quite a bit older than you He celebrated his 32nd birthday this last fall.
“So your 20?” Garcia clears up. Her and Morgan are standing together. You so would think they were together but from what You heard from Spencer that’s just how their relationship is.
You nod and everyone stays silent.
“Well I guess Reid isn’t the baby if the group anymore.” Derek finally days.
You don’t know whether to laugh or be insulted. You take a step closer to Spencer. His hand finds yours.
“ I mean we all were joking you would be perfect for him during the lecture.” Rossi says.
“Yeah, you sounded so much like him it was kind of scary. Having one Reid around is intimidating enough.” Hotch smiles.
You think Spencer was right. It was a little awkward at first but after they get to know you, your age difference won’t even be a thought in their mind.
You look up at Spencer and smile at him. He smiles at you and kisses your forehead.
Next you just have to worry about telling your parents.
Strawberries (Damian Wayne x Reader) *Collab with Colormemeow*
A/N: Here’s the fic me and @colormemeow wrote together in celebration of our 300 milestone!
You had woken up that morning, unenthusiastically expecting an empty apartment. It had been unbearably boring ever since Batman had temporarily grounded you from patrol. But instead of the usual empty house, you found Damian, flopped unceremoniously onto your couch, looking like he’d been hit by, well, a Batmobile.
“Um… Hello?” you greeted and walked over to the sofa, kneeling so that you could make eye contact with him.
“Good morning,” he replied, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
This had happened before, so the shock factor had worn off slightly.
“You, my friend, are getting blood all over my couch,” you pointed out.
‘It’s not my blood,” he tried to reassure you.
“That’s not any better! Now, why don’t we get you out of that uniform?“
“Beloved, are you attempting to flirt with me?” Damian responded, smirking.
“If you think that this is flirting, you’re out of your damn mind. I’m saying that you smell bad and I want you to shower, so get off of my couch,” you said, quickly pecking him on the nose.
He huffed in annoyance before rolling off the couch and making his way to your bathroom.
“Your shampoo is in there!” you called from the linen closet, where you were trying to see if Damian had left any clothes at your house.
Damian stood in the shower, looking at your bottles of soap. On the shower shelf, there was a wide array of soaps, including the shampoo you had gotten for him when he stayed over. However, a different bottle caught his eye.
Damian walked out into your bedroom, to find the clothes you had laid out, for him. He raised an eyebrow at the choice, but chose not to complain. A few minutes later he walked out of your room wearing grey sweats and an undersized black t-shirt. Damian noticed a pink sweatshirt sitting on a chair. He stopped to consider his dignity before putting on the sweatshirt. It fit and was fairly warm, so he didn’t mind the color.
You were lying on your sofa, snacking on a bowl of strawberries that you had gotten for yourself while waiting for Damian to get out of the shower. There was a loud thumping sound, followed by a string of curses.
“Don’t you dare die on me!” you shouted from the couch, trying to make sure Damian didn’t kill himself in your shower.
About ten minutes later, you were met with Damian, draping himself gracelessly over you, Damian’s damp hair was pressed into the crook of your neck. “Hello,” you greeted for the second time that morning. Before Damian could reply, you spoke again. “Did you use my shampoo?”
“It smelled like strawberries, I couldn’t help it, beloved,” he said into your neck, tangling his legs with yours.
“Smells nice on you. And is that my hoodie?” You moved one hand to run your fingers through his hair.
“Pink’s a good color on you,” you remarked sarcastically.
Damian hummed in response, and shifted so that he could kiss you, with his arms on either side of your head. He gave you several short pecks on the lips. “Marry me,” he mumbled, his face hovering over yours.
“I’m not that insane,” you replied, smirking and moving your head up to give him another kiss.
“I’m serious,” he responded, but his phone started to ring. He moved one arm to pull it out of the pocket of his sweats. “It’s my father, beloved. I probably have to go,” he sighed.
“No,” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Stay.”
“Beloved, I-” he stopped when he saw your pout. “Fine,” he muttered. “But what if it’s serious?”
“Promise me you’ll stay,” you begged, kissing him once again.
“Beloved, it is getting increasingly difficult to say no to you,” Damian said, furrowing his brow.
“I can make it worth your while,” you giggled, popping a strawberry into your mouth.
“You’re too good for this world, beloved,” he chuckled, then pressed his lips onto yours in a heated kiss.
His arms returned to either side of your head as the kiss grew more passionate. Your hands were on his chest, and the kiss broke for him to hastily pull off the pink sweatshirt and t-shirt.
Your position changed slightly, and now Damian’s knees were on either side of your hips, and he had your arms pinned above your head.
His lips were rough against yours and he kissed you fiercely.
You and Damian were both too preoccupied to hear the soft thunk coming from your fireplace.
It wasn’t until Bruce loudly cleared his throat that you both turned to look. There he was, in the full Batman suit.
Damian jerked off of the couch, landing on the floor. You heard a string of arabic cursing before he collected himself. “H-hello, father!” he exclaimed, looking absolutely mortified, his face almost as pink as the sweatshirt he’d been wearing. “It’s a bit early for you to be out, isn’t it?” Damian tried, attempting to avoid Bruce’s interrogation.
“Damian, would you like to explain to me why you elected not to report back to the cave after patrol last night?” Bruce questioned, crossing his arms over his chest. “And explain to me what this is,” he continued, gesturing to the two of you in your disheveled state.
You were practically petrified. Having your adoptive father-figure walk in on you and his son making out was not a comfortable situation.
“Father I am nineteen. I might remind you that I’m an adult,” Damian argued.
Bruce sighed, looking as if he was making a decision. “Fine,” he grumbled. “I’m too young to be having grandchildren,” he muttered to himself, making your face go bright red. In another instant, he was gone.
“I should probably go, beloved,” Damian reasoned, getting up and starting to change into his uniform.
“Yeah, I guess,” you admitted, sighing in defeat and standing up.
“I’ll be back later tonight after patrol,” he told you, walking over and taking your hands in his.
“Just do one last thing and kiss me,” you replied, smiling gently.
He nodded and kissed you softly. “Just so you know, beloved, I was serious about marrying you.”
And before you knew it he was out your window and off to save the world.
Warnings: ass play, oral (receiving), exhibitionism (?), dom!kookie, SMUT.
Word Count: 2,980
Summary: You were bored. Stuck at home all night with nothing to do, so you decided to call up a friend and politely invite yourself over for a movie night, and you’d bring all the treats. Who could say no to that?
Me: hey, dipshit. What are you doing tonight?
Muscle Pig: ???? rude. Just watching movies at the dorm, the guys are out this evening.
Me: aw. Still can’t play with the big boys? Tell you what, why don’t I come over and keep you company?
Muscle Pig: Wow ok. You can come over if you’re bored. No need to pretend it’s for my sake. We both know you want to be alone with me >:)
Me: Ew, please. Anyway, I’ll be over in 15… and because I’M helping YOU out ok????
Muscle Pig: mmmmmmhmmmmm sure ok, got it *wink wink* whatever you say. See you soon.
You trudged down the hall to the boys’ dorm, arms carrying at least half a dozen bags filled with popcorn, candy, chips and every other snack necessary for a movie night. To be completely honest, you weren’t here for the overgrown man-child. You’ve been feeling frustrated as of late, the responsibilities of work and school weighing down on you and not giving you time to, well let off some steam.
It’s been about… six months? Yea, that seems about right.With no time to get into a relationship, a one night stand was seeming more and more tempting. You pushed your thoughts aside and set the bags down in front of the door. You entered the passcode and stepped inside the boys’ dorm.
“Kook! Where are you? Come help me!” You yelled from the entrance. You heard him pause whatever was playing, and soon he was standing, or rather, towering over you.
“Well, hello to you too.” he quipped, his signature smirk plastered on his face. He grabbed a few of the bags you brought and walked back into the dorm, leaving you by the door. You huffed as you removed your coat and shoes, picked the rest up, and followed him into the kitchen. “What did you buy? It’s just the two of us why did you bring the entire store?”
Rolling your eyes, you pulled out a few sweets and popcorn, getting ready for your movie night. Once you had everything ready, you met Jungkook on the couch, and began watch the rest of the comedy he had on. Jungkook looked over at you, two bags of candy in your hands as you watched the movie. He chuckled at your behaviour, and reached over to the coffee table to grab a bag for himself.
“Wow noona, you really love candy huh?” he said as he watched you pour half a box of Skittles into your mouth. “I’m kind of glad you brought them though, I didn’t realize how much of a sweet tooth I had until you came over.”
You turned and gave him a small smile, though the one returned to you seemed to have hidden intentions. You pulled the small blanket up your body as you continued to watch, the chilly autumn weather now seeping in. Damn, why did I have to forget my heating blanket? You thought as you started shivering under Jungkook’s throw. The shorts and t-shirt you had on proving to be a bad idea. You then felt a hand around your wrist, pulling you with such force that you have no choice but to comply. You end up on Jungkook’s lap, hearing him mutter something about body heat and science.
The position you’re in isn’t the most comfortable, your legs ended up straddling one of his surprisingly large and firm thighs, but the heat was nice so you stayed. Besides, you kind of liked how his thigh felt, not that you would ever admit that out loud. Jungkook started complaining about not seeing properly, and moved you to the side, as you shifted yourself so he could see. The movement had you rubbing against his thigh in the best way, and before you could stop it, a breathy moan escaped your lips.
Summary: You sneak something into the bunker that Dean disapproves of. Sam helps you hide it, but what will Dean say when he finds out?
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1,700
Warnings: None, just teeth-rotting fluff
A/N: This is my fic for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog RomCom Fluff Challenge! Thanks for a great challenge, Mimi! I made it as fluffy as possible! My prompt was “I can’t control her any more than I can control the weather” and is bolded below.
A/N/N: Okay, guys, I swear to god that I had the whole name thing as an HC before Jensen named his son…