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Hogwarts Houses as Good Feeling Things

slytherin:

the crunch of a footstep in freshly fallen snow, putting together the prefect outfit and knowing you look your best, rooms with tall ceilings, perfect eyebrows, standing on balconies, pressed suits, zipping up tall boots

gryffindor:

running out into a rainstorm just to get soaked, dancing to loud music with your best friend, running to clear your mind after a bad day, getting a haircut and feeling light and free, taking a breath of fresh air in the summer, skipping stones

ravenclaw:

setting up your bed as the perfect Netflix fort, the he loves me he loves me not game, perfect long nails with dark polish, crisp powdery pages, crackling fireplaces, writing until your hand cramps up, old castles 

hufflepuff:

getting a hug from that one person, p.j days at school, taking off make up at the end of the day, hiding in a hoodie, stacking up five blankets in the wintertime, telling someone you love them over and over, movies with friends

Bellamy: I’M DONE CLARKE *steps into his hazmat suit* YOU DIDN’T EVEN TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PLAN TO TAKE THE BUNKER *zips up the suit* YOU LEFT MY SISTER AND ALL THOSE PEOPLE OUT THERE TO DIE *puts on his boots* YOU LET THEM TAZE ME *pulls on his gloves*  YOU LET THEM LOCK ME UP *duct tapes gloves in place* YOU POINTED A GUN AT ME *pulls on helmet* AND NOW YOU THINK I’M JUST GONNA GO ALONG WITH ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR PLANS?? *grabs the keys to the rover* DO YOU WANNA DRIVE OR ARE YOU TAKING SHOTGUN?

a VOLTRON Paladin torso armor pattern

Hey dudes~ so someone asked if i was willing to share my armor patterns, and the answer is HELL YEAH.

So, here’s the dealio with these: 

1. I used a dress form sized to me to make these.

( that’s  5″5, ~150lbs, 39-40″ at the bust lv,32″ at the waist.and 16″ across the shoulders.)

they can resize, but that’s on you. ;D

know your measurements, know where things line up.

2. These are designed with EVA foam as the intended material. Stuffed fabric could also work. (maybe.)

3. I’m all for sharing creativity, but for frack or quiznak sake, don’t repost and say you made these. don’t remove the text. its irritating and ugly fine, but the notes on the armor are important. 

(it will confuse people and hurt my feelings okay? let’s be a cool fandom everyone.)

Let’s start!

I recommend using a ruler. since this is on pattern paper (a godsend, btw) the distance between the little blue marks is all a perfect square inch.

the EASIEST way to achieve symmetry is to do one half and fold and copy it to the other. 

*I haven’t done the V shape yet, but can add it later or just make a proper tutorial thing.

Note: registration marks! also, this is designated as the LEFT shape, and connecting to the BACK piece of the armor. not the front. (flip it over and you got the right side!)

Now, I realized after cutting the foam and making sure i can get my head through the hole, this could get interesting really quick when getting the chest piece on and off, especially since my suit zips up the back…

SOLUTION: DO. NOT. GLUE. THE. BACK. PIECE. TO THE SIDES.

(or do, if you can fit. I can’t. broad shoulders.)

instead,on the back, I’m going to glue/staple/glue some black stretch fabric, and shape the gap to fit at an angle. it should sit flat when in place, and stretch when you need it to.

that way, you can get it on and off easily. 

**I will update on how this goes. 

this is where folding the pattern for symmetry is REALLY handy.

and a good example of how great this paper is.

the length of my guard is 20 inches.it lines up with the marks on the torso pieces.

the line going across as labeled is the light level. (EL tape goes there! diffuse your LED’s guys! be careful of your circuits!)

I still need to figure out the shoulder pieces, but this is what i got so far!

ALSO:

for anyone new to EVA foam:

https://www.youtube.com/user/evilted40/featured

Evil Ted Smith’s youtube channel is a friggn gold mine, guys.

if you do use EVA, please be careful. its difficult to cut, foam gives off fumes when heated or burned, and knives are sharp and most dangerous when slightly dull. use a dremel to fix an edge, not a knife. (it wont work.)

I’d also be happy to make a tutorial for using a dress form for this kind of thing!

feel free to message me personally if you have any questions, happy and safe cosplaying~!!

EDIT****

(its about damn time.)

THE ARMS AND LEGS!

Note, the leg piece i recommend getting the big roll of foam. and shrink the arms down an inch or so in length. 

this is my update for my leg armor, the hatching is velcro. also, ignore my measurements. sorry these took so long!!

Degrade(Yoongi Smut)

Trigger Warning:

The chandelier above your head shined a bright radiant gold as it hung low over the heads in the crowds.  The golden dressed that hugged your waist and dipped low in the front matched the hanging sculpted light. Your hair was pinned up in loose curls some strands framing the sides of your face as you laughed and indulged in minor chatter between you and the men you were around. Your arm was placed on hip of a male who wanted your attention tonight like you wanted his. His hands were currently drawing a patterned X on your lower black, the tips of his fingers brushing against the top of your ass. The thin fabric of the dress clung to your body, your weight shifting as you moved to press down on your left heel looking around once more at the crowd in front of you, your hand reached out to grab a drink and bring it to your lips.

“How about we get out of here?” Your guest whispered, and you nodded your head smirking up at him.

“I would like that. Give me time to freshen up yes?” You asked as you made your way towards the bathroom letting him go. Gliding through the crowds of people, your eyes sought out one familiar person. Min Yoongi. Seeing the male dressed up in a dark blue tux with a black button down shirt under it you couldn’t help but move to stand beside him.

“Good evening all of you, I hope you are all having a good night.” You stated letting your eyes linger on everyone.

“We were doing fine until you came.” Yoongi countered looking at you with slight irritation. Who told you to where such a revealing dress? It burned him up to the core.

“Well then you can keep your mouth shut while I talk to the rest.” You smirked as the men around Yoongi laughed.

“In that case if my presence is no longer needed my date and I will leave.” Yoongi bowed respectfully to the elders walking off to fetch his date. Your eyes wandered down his body and back up, frowning deeply you moved to fill the little gap he left in but you wanted to talk him and find out his deal.

Ever since you were younger Yoongi always spited you for everything you did. And you never understood why he didn’t like you. It wasn’t like you weren’t attractive apparently, you were a hot commodity because every male and female wanted a piece of you. And you were never one to let anyone down. Your parents were important people, an actor and a classical composer meaning they were never around at home leaving you to your lonesome. One thing lead to another and before you knew it you were joking with a guy in high school about him giving you fifty bucks for a blow job. You could say you were very surprised when you were wiping the cum off your lips and he was handing you a crisp fifty-dollar bill to add to your savings. And you thought to yourself if you could get that from one guy, imagine what you could get from a whole population. That’s how you started it, bribing men to give you thing in exchange for your body and your time. It was a beautiful life that you created for yourself one where you worked and upheld a decent name for yourself as well as keep attention that you wanted. And you didn’t always have to sleep around, sometimes a video of your fingers buried deep in your pussy or your pierced breast pressed together was enough to get them off. Of course, sometimes you felt bad going after many people, you had married men who would always want to buy you things and or just spend time with you, have someone to listen to. Everyone had given you what you wanted, attention and gifts like the true princess you were with her pretty little head held high. But there was just one man who acted as if the very sight of you repulsed him. You had known Yoongi and his parents as long as you could remember. His family owning their own business both his mother and father were the CEO’s of the company. Yoongi was just as wealthy and privileged as you but for some reason he didn’t appear to be as lonely. He had a few girls that he kept with him but it was always the same few and they never changed. You always questioned why he kept people close to him that weren’t gorgeous like yourself. It never truly dawned on you that you were jealous, because you could have whoever you wanted! But for some reason you wanted him, he was just so sexy and masculine. He kept himself subtle but the look in his eyes held a dark secret. You sighed to yourself, feeling the ache between your legs just thinking about those plump lips pressing against your lower ones, his tongue how it would flutter and grind against your clit. You almost released an audible groan, not aware that your breast was becoming pert nubs or the fact that your piercings were starting to show through.

“Y/N are you ready?” Your date asked wrapping an arm around your lower back and pulling you as flush close to his body as he could. He was a bit jealous watching how oblivious you were with that dazzling smile and how everyone else eye fucked you.

“Yes my love, I’m ready.” You smiled up at the male grateful for him coming along. Following him outside and eventually ending up tangled in his bed sheets, you shut your eyes and imagined that he was none other than the dark haired deep eyed male letting you control him for just once in your lifetime.


It had been a few weeks since your last run in with Yoongi. But you knew without a doubt that he would be at this social gathering at a close colleague’s house, you could almost say she invited him for you. Standing in the mirror you put on something casual, a zip up body suit with lace over your breast and ripped skinny jeans. Your hair flowing down straight and loose, makeup on your face with prominent but nothing overboard. Grabbing at your ankle heels you placed them on your feet and made your way to your friend’s house.

Standing around, your eyes danced around the room, your body becoming nervous as you waited for Yoongi to come. You hated yourself because you wanted him so bad and he didn’t give a damn about you. But it didn’t matter as soon as you saw Yoongi stepping into the space you were in with a black turtle neck on and skinny jeans you wanted to melt on the spot. On his arm was one of his favorite girls, a pretty brunette with a heart shaped face and an innocent aura about her. Going for just watching him today you wanted to stay back from him but your date decided you two should go talk to him.

“Love he is busy leave him be.” You tried to reason as you were tugged by an older gentleman towards Yoongi and his group of friends.

“Nonsense we are all here to talk and have a fun time.” The male explained as you all walked up. Yoongi’s happy smile was replaced with a grimace as he saw you and for the first time your cocky exterior was cracking. Shifting nervously, you pressed against your date and his comforting hand strokes down your lower back made you calm down.

“Y/N you look a little pale. Would you like something to drink?” Yoongi asked idly. You nodded your head about to leave but your date stopped you saying he would handle it. “So, what’s the old man giving you?” Yoongi asked and you shrugged your shoulders crossing your arms over your chest.

“It’s none of your business what I get from the deal.” You snarled at him and you could see the anger growing in his face.

“Of course, it is. Everything you do is since it effects both of our families but you’re going around acting like a typical whore on the street.” Yoongi growled as he pressed his hands together in a hard line in front of him.

“Nothing I fucking do concerns you! I’m a grown ass woman who does what the fuck I want with who I want. And if you need to really know he’s giving me a new pair of kicks.” You said proudly.

“Look she’s so proud to be a slut.” Yoongi chuckled causing the people in the circle to laugh as well.

“You know what how, fuck you and go worry about those ugly girls you keep having on your shoulders.” You turned on your heels to leave not knowing why you were insulting them because they hadn’t done anything to you, Yoongi just really knew how to piss you off.

“What you call ugly I call art. At least unlike you they are faithful to me. And no thank you I’d never fuck a pussy as loose and worn out as yours.” Yoongi responded. “Besides you couldn’t even handle what I would do to you. These girls obey me.” Yoongi stated dismissing you. Turning around on your heels you glared at him, the anger raising in your face as you took minor steps forward towards him.

“Excuse me!? Loose pussy! I’m pretty sure the ones you fuck have a loose pussy or how else could your tiny dick fit inside of it? I bet it feels like a teddy bear is humping them whether they are on top or bottom. It’s funny that you think yourself is not art then because I’ve never called you ugly but maybe I should. Also, I could handle anything you gave me but no loose lips remember?” You countered back, it wasn’t the strongest attack and you felt like a child for it.

“Oh look the little baby can speak words, and she is starting to form her own sentences. I’m proud. I find it cute that you are confessing your feelings to me, I think I’m cute too. As far as I’m concerned, my size is not anything you need to know. Now run along and go ride on that dick, I know you want to.” Yoongi tilted his head towards the older male who was at the bar.

“Fuck you, you talk shit but you can’t back it up. See you around baby penis and remember I can handle whatever I want you just aren’t capable of taming me.”

“You actually think you’re tough.” Yoongi said to you rolling his neck as he took off his glasses. “But since you like indulging in child’s play so much, I’ll put you in your place right now little girl.” Yoongi gave his glasses to the girl who came with him, taking steps forward he opened his mouth to address you again. “You little slut, dirty whore. Cheap bitch.” With every word, he said to you he got closer, one hand pushing you back a bit making you stumble back until you were in the middle of the guest. “Filthy cumslut.”

“NO I’M NOT!” You shouted at him. “And I never will be any of those things. So, don’t ever call me those things again.” You didn’t realize how your voice rang or that Yoongi had set you up for failure, he gave a disappointing dry smirk.

“Exactly, which is why I would never want someone like you.” Yoongi kept his eyes on yours, and hearing the clearing of throats you looked around to see everyone look at you. You were embarrassed and upset with him. Your date who watched the whole thing go on slipped out and left you there, your plans were ruined. Turning on your heels you ran as your bottom lip quivered from anger and embarrassment. Punching a wall as you made your wall outside it created a hole that you felt in your heart.

All that night you thought about what Yoongi said and you had to admit, the way he spoke those few words to you didn’t stop playing in your head. He knew you didn’t like being dominated, you liked doing that, getting told yes and getting praises. He had basically shot you down in every area of your life and you couldn’t even handle it. But what if it felt good to be called such things as you got fucked? It couldn’t hurt too bad and if anything, Yoongi was not about to make a fool out of you. You would prove to him why you were worth it and you would make him take back his words.

All that night you thought about what Yoongi said and you had to admit, the way he spoke those few words to you didn’t stop playing in your head. He knew you didn’t like being dominated, you liked doing that, getting told yes and getting praises. He had basically shot you down in every area of your life and you couldn’t even handle it. But what if it felt good to be called such things as you got fucked? It couldn’t hurt too bad and if anything, Yoongi was not about to make a fool out of you. You would prove to him why you were worth it and you would make him take back his words.

The next morning when you got up, you laid in your bed for a while thinking on if this was really what you wanted to do and you did. You wanted to prove a point, you wanted to feel Yoongi. You were so angry with him but you wanted him at the same time and it was torture. You wanted to know why you weren’t enough for him. Getting out of your bed you threw on a pair of gray shorts and a black tank top. It didn’t take long for you to get yourself presentable enough to go and confront Yoongi. Marching up towards his door you knocked three times crossing your arms over your chest. You bit on your bottom lip when no one answered reaching forward you started to slam you fist against the door not taking the silence to well. Yoongi was shouting from the hallway and you could hear it, you were starting to become nervous as you rocked yourself back and forth on your feet. Yoongi opened the door looking down at you a mix of emotions washing over his face before a hard-tight smile was pressed onto his features.

“What do you want little girl?” He asked snarling at you. His tone made you push inside of his house past him as you glared up at him.

“We need to talk.” You said calmly.

“No, we don’t now get out.” Yoongi gripped at your wrist trying to pull you outside but you jerked away from him shaking your head.

“I’m not going any fucking where until you talk to me.” Yoongi was annoyed, cursing he slammed the door and gripped at your wrist tighter pulling you to him before his hand wrapped around your neck instead and he pressed you against the wall.

“The last thing you are going to do is bring your ass in here and tell me what to do. You need to watch your mouth and that little princess attitude. The world doesn’t owe you.” Yoongi remarked trying to be as calm as he can.

“And who’s going to make me watch it? Teddy bear?! I do what I want bitch.” You slapped Yoongi on his face trying to get him to let you go. Yoongi could feel the hand print on his face, looking back at you he slapped you back before he pulled on your hair dragging you down the hallway behind him.

“HEY LET ME GO!” You shouted out as you followed after him reluctantly.

Yoongi was quick to throw you on the bed wrestling with you to pull down your shorts and panties leaving you with just your shirt on. He slammed his room door shut and locked it. You tried to get up and dash for the door but Yoongi only caught you and kept you in his arms as he moved around his room getting things he thought he would need. Slamming you back down on the bed, he turned on his video camera. “Look at what little slut came to play with me.” Yoongi chuckled huskily his eyes growing dark as he looked down at your body. Your plump thighs on display for him as your hands tried to pull down your shirt. Yoongi could feel all his want creeping back into his body but he shook it off telling himself it would pay off it he just waited. “Here I have a few rules but the main is simple, I am the dom and you are my slave. If you can’t handle what I say or you feel it’s too hard then you might want to leave right now. You entering in this room means you gave yourself to me. Everything that I want to do to you is ok. Do you understand?” Yoongi asked pulling out his phone, he hit the audio record button repeating everything again holding out the phone to you. You didn’t know what to do until he showed you that it was recording and you understood.

“I-I understand.” You nodded your head and he smirked shutting off his phone.

“Perfect, now I know you are used to getting your way and having people baby you but you will not have that here. You are aiming to please me today, I could care less if you cum or not.” Yoongi muttered as he sat up his camera and took things out of his drawer to align along the top dresser. He turned on the camera hitting record as he watched you lay on the bed looking at him with an almost innocent expression that he wanted to wipe off your face.

“Touch yourself for me.” He commanded leaning against the dresser and you sighed.

“I can’t do that.” You frowned leaning back on your hands.

“And why not? All sluts know how to play with themselves.” He responded back looking at your figure.

“Well because I’m not turned on and I am not a slut.” You got defensive feeling your face heat up as he called you that.

“I don’t remember asking for you to speak back to me slut. Now I will say this again touch yourself of you can get the fuck out. If you can’t get horny that’s not my problem, you walk around here with your head held high and you can’t even get your own pussy wet? You’re pathetic and certainly not a sub I’d want.” Yoongi looked off unimpressed with you parts of him expecting you to leave from his harsh words, but what he got was better than what he expected.

You opened your legs for him, still very offended by what he said but if anything, it made you want to prove a point. Your hand went to cup your pussy, rubbing it up and down slowly you shut your eyes, thinking about the man in front of you that made you wet. How deep his voice was, or how long his fingers were. How it would feel to have him touching you like this, complimenting you instead of talking down on you. Your pussy got wetter, allowing you to feel like you were replacing your hand with his, stroking over your lips you pressed a finger against your clit stifling a groan.

“No. Here you will moan.” Yoongi commanded, you were never a moaner your voice bothered your own ears and you never thought anyone else would like it so you didn’t. Sliding your middle finger inside of your pussy you bit your lip again to quiet yourself shaking your head.

“I can’t.” You replied as you tried to ignore him and press your finger deeper inside of you. You heard him moving things on his desk but you didn’t think too look, slowly getting warmed up you moved your finger in and out of your dampening heat pushing it as deep as you could.

“I’ll say it again. Moan.” Yoongi commanded with a dark voice. You shook your head disobeying again and that was your mistake. Yoongi was pressing the shock wand against you causing you to yelp and jerk from the item looking to see what it was. “Did I tell you to stop?!” Yoongi asked pressing the wand against your skin causing you to cry out as you shook your head no. Your finger pressed back inside of your pussy, your hips rolling off the bed as you gave him a tiny unsure moan, he raised the shock wand to press it against your inside thigh and you moaned out his name in sheer fear of the item sending jolts through your body, it was a hard press that caused a slight pain. He moved back, watching you and you felt your heart rate calm down again. Shutting your eyes slowly you added your second finger curving them inside of your tight heat moaning for him, your legs starting to press down against the bed as you thought of this as doing it for a gift or anything that would benefit you.

“Look at me.” Yoongi commanded, your eyes slowly opened to land on his, it made you flustered how he watched you, your own eyes unsure and very flustered. You looked off and Yoongi picked up the wand from the dresser causing you to gasp and look back at him.

“Tell me, what do you want little girl? You could have all these men, and here you are my dirty slut on my bed finger fucking her pink little pussy. What can I do for you?” Yoongi asked you. Opening your mouth, you paused to think about the question before you looked at him thrusting your hips up.

“Do I really have to say it?” You asked softly your fingers slowing down inside of your pussy.

“One. If you slow your fingers down I will punish you so speed them up until I say stop. And two yes, to be a sub I need to know as your dom what you want from me. I cannot give you what I think you want. You claim you are so great, you should have no problem using that mouth.” Yoongi retorted and you frowned.

“Fuck you.” You spat out. In a flash Yoongi was standing in front of you at an angle where the camera caught everything.

“Fuck me?” He asked slamming his hands down on the insides of your thighs. “Fuck me?” He asked again slamming his hand down harder on your skin leaving imprints causing you to whine as he grabbed at your neck pushing you into the bed, holding up the shock wand he started to press it against your parted thighs and on top of your shirt causing you to whimper and squirm not wanting to feel the shocking jolts. “If I were you I would watch my mouth little girl. The only one who will get fucked here may be you if you play your cards right. And I said to move those fingers faster!” Yoongi growled as he pressed the wand down above your clit scaring you shitless. Your fingers picked up speed pressing harder into your soaked entrance, watching as he pulled back and smirked down at you letting your throat go so that he could slap at your thighs. “What do you want?” He asked after he was successful in turning your skin red, your body was throbbing every hit made you jolt, everything had you feeling very sensitive to touch.

“I want you to fuck me.” You responded as your fingers brushed against your clit, sweat starting to form against your forehead.

“That’s all? Anyone can do that.” Yoongi sighed going to grab at something else on his dresser.

“Your dirty talk sucks.” He admitted coming back up to stand in front of you.

“You may have a great pussy but you lack, and unless you can convince me before I get bored of you that I should fuck you then there is no need for you. I have my favorites.” He smirked seeing the look of slight defeat on your face mixed with irritation. “Change my mind.” He breathed out huskily, leaning down he kissed up your parted thighs causing you to whine out for him. His teeth gripping at the hems of your shirt pulling it upwards as he listened to the sounds of your fingers brushing inside of your heat. He leaned down letting his tongue flick against your pussy lips, your head rolled back as your stomach tightened up you cried out louder for him, wanting to feel more of the playful flicks he was giving to you.

“Yoongi! I’m going to cum!” You announced but he had other plans. Pulling back, he pulled at the shock wand shaking his head.

“No.” He stated simply leaning down to lick against your pussy.

“No?!” You questioned him, feeling in the back of your mind you should’ve known better.

“I said no!” Yoongi growled out hovering the wand over your pussy. “Bad girls don’t get cummies and you are far from a good little slut, you will not cum until I say so or I swear you will get me off and I will give a fuck about if you find pleasure today or not.” You groaned rolling your head back trying to move your fingers and thrust at another spot but Yoongi shocked you twice. “No cheating, fuck your spot.” Yoongi commanded. You shifted your fingers again acting as if you found your spot and though you were moaning for life Yoongi saw through your bullshit. “Untrustworthy slut.” He chuckled angrily going to his desk to grab at a purple dildo. He pried your fingers away from your heat throwing your hand away as he pressed the dildo against your entrance. “Suck on your fingers like a good girl or you get the wand.” Him saying the words alone had you shoving your fingers down your throat moaning around them as he slid the toy inside of you, turning it on low he watched your reactions as he thrust it in and out of you at different spots wanting to find where you lost your mind. You were doing good of riding the toy always trying to one up him. Yoongi gripped at your hips pushing you down against the bed, a cry erupting from your lips as the toy found your spot. Your head rolled back as the vibrations were turned to medium, Yoongi leaned down to lick up your juices that were escaping from your pussy, biting back a groan he let his tongue dance up and down your lips, soon he was pressing his tongue against your throbbing clit that wanted attention. He watched you shift your hips, his tongue making a slow languid lick up and down as he kept you pinned to the bed.

“I can’t Yoongi!” You cried out, the vibrations becoming too much. This only excited him more, he switched the knob on the bottom making sure it was on the highest settings not pulling the toy out as he watched you writhe against the bed.

“Be a good girl. Don’t cum.” Yoongi warned moving to stand over you. He let his hands start to slap at your thighs again, eliciting sweet moans from your lips that he didn’t get the first time. You just didn’t know it but you were starting to break for him piece by piece. He saw your hardened breast under your shirt and he leaned down to flick his tongue against it, feeling little balls on each side he knew you had a piercing, looking up at you with surprise he kept his mouth shut for now, pulling on the piercing with his teeth as you shook your head.

“Are you going to cum?” He teased as he saw your toes curl, your thighs lifting as your face got red. Yoongi was un merciful as he let the toy assault your spot, knowing the vibrations were killing you.

“It’s too much.” You whined, your stomach clenching as you shut your eyes from the pleasure.

“Look at me. I said look at me!” He grabbed at the shock wand pulling the dildo back as he started to shock you making you feel in a state of having an orgasm and losing it at the same time, you were frustrated that you had been denied, your juices leaked out on the bed. Yoongi smirked at the puddle you had made.

“Shirt off.” He said and you did as instructed taking off your shirt and throwing it onto the ground.

“Lick up your juices.” Yoongi pointed at his bed.

“I don’t know who’s been on this bed.” You twisted up your face. Yoongi grabbed at your hair pulling you until he was pushing your face down into the puddle of juices, his free hand reaching for a cane flogger that he slapped against your back causing your skin to mark up as you tried to yell out in pain, feeling suffocated as your face was pressed against the damp spot.

“As of now, the whore that’s been on the bed is you so you shouldn’t have a problem licking up your own juices unless your pussy isn’t all that great.” Yoongi growled his fingertips brushing against your scalp as he pulled your head back, looking in your eyes he pressed his forehead against yours. “I’ll say it again. Fucking lick it up.” It was something about the darkness in his eyes that made you not want to question what would happen if you didn’t do it. Leaning down against the bed, your tongue stuck out as you started to lick at the wet spot, your cheeks burning as he let you go and went for his camera pressing it in your face. You stopped and he glared grabbing at the wand. You went back to licking the spot swirling your tongue around the silk materialled sheets that he had on his bed.

“Do you taste good slut?” He asked and you nodded your head. “That’s a good little slut.” Yoongi praised, it did something to your insides, your pussy was already a state but hearing him say good anything had you liking the sound of it, your toes curling as you wanted to hear more of it from him. Yoongi sat the camera back down looking back at you he grabbed more toys. “On your back.” He commanded and you did so, watching him. He leaned down letting his tongue glide against your nipples one by one. Soft moans echoed from your lips as you arched your back, your hands tangling into the sheets beside you.

“You’re starting to give into daddy.” Yoongi commented as he bit down onto your piercings, his tongue delighted to feel the metal balls pressed against your pert nipples. He gripped at the nipple clamps pressing them down on each of your breast. You winced wanting to take them off, to make it worse he started to pull on the chain causing you to groan wanting to be free of the things.

“Tell me what you want.” Yoongi asked again moving to take off his shirt, your eyes roamed his figure looking over his smooth flawless skin, he had one hickey on his collarbone and that made you feel jealous, looking up in his eyes you bit on your bottom lip clearing your throat.

“I want you to touch my pussy, to play with me. Use your tongue.” You said avoiding his gaze.

“You’re getting a little better. Who am I?” He asked and you lifted an eyebrow.

“Yoongi.”

“Nope try again.” He said and you frowned.

“I’m not calling you daddy.” Oh but you will. He promised darkly. “On all fours. Ass up face down.” You rolled over for him, getting into position as he wanted, you heard him shift around behind you, not knowing what he grabbed but soon you felt him pour some substance on you that you took as oil or something of the sort. Yoongi rubbed it into your ass, grabbing a paddle he aligned the cool mahogany colored wood against your ass striking you once. A loud cry of pain erupted from your lips as you looked over your shoulders up at him. Yoongi winked down at you hitting your ass again watching as the flesh jiggled. He grabbed the purple vibrator sliding it back inside of your pussy, he thrust it in and out of you while he spanked your ass.

“Who am I?” He asked again as he saw your hips move, the dildo thrusting against your spot as quick as he could move his hand. Your back arched and he slammed the paddle back down onto your body, you didn’t speak thinking you could get away with it. Yoongi growled taking the toy from you and denying you any pleasure. He swung the paddle down against your ass until it was a blistering red color, the prints looking angry against your skin. He trailed his fingers across the marks disappointed that you weren’t listening to him. He dropped the paddle rolling you onto your back. Smiling sweetly, he grabbed at a small plastic bag setting it on the bed, the other hand connecting his black battery on the underside of a glue gun that he had. Yoongi walked around the bed, reaching under to get restraints to cuff your arms wrist above your head on the bed. He walked back around you undoing the tied-up plastic bag watching you.

“It’s been a while, since I’ve did this to someone, but you will break. And if you cum, you will not ever get to touch me again.” He promised looking you in your eyes. He pushed the dildo back inside of you, letting the high vibrations ring through your body. Your hands jerked on the cuffs that were around your wrist. He moved to press the hot glue gun against your chest.

“What are you-“ You couldn’t even ask because he slapped your pussy causing you to gasp as he squeezed down on the trigger, the hot liquid pressing on your skin and causing you to hiss. It was so hot that the smoke was rising from it as he slid it down in a line.

“TAKE IT OFF!” You cried out, your body turning red as Yoongi decorated a pattern on your stomach with it.

“Say the words and I will.” Yoongi responded as if it wasn’t a big deal. You grit your teeth watching you and hating him, he smirked drawing the glue down to your thighs. “Do you know why I chose glue instead of wax?” He asked and when you shook your head he smirked pulling his whip from his drawer setting the hot glue gun down over paper towel. “it’s easier to break off.” He commented as he started to whip your skin. Loud curses of pain left your lips, but strangely enough some part of you liked it, every strike that he cracked against your skin. Yoongi gripped at the shock wand with his free hand pressing it against your body, you became a mess, writhing with a dildo buried inside of your crying out, almost literally as your eyes welled up. Yoongi kept going not pausing or slowing down.

“What am I?” He urged again, letting the whip focus on your abused nipples that were already suffering from the clamps.

“Daddy!” You shouted out, anger washed over you, you were embarrassed to be giving into him, he chuckled sitting down the shock wand that had your body writhing, he gripped at the dildo pressing it against your spot fucking you with it quickly.

“Say it again.” He commanded, you looked at him but the striking of the whip caused your mind to blank and you just reacted.

“Daddy! Fuck daddy! Please.” You whimpered out feeling your hips jerk against the toy, you wanted to cum so badly.

“No.” Yoongi denied you again pulling the toy from you. You were angry with that man you wanted to get up and walk away but you couldn’t because you agreed to stay, you had wanted this all these years and now you were getting it. Yoongi gripped at the hot glue gun again, pouring more on your body but this time he was sticking little pieces of paper to it. Looking down through teared eyes you watched as he decorated your body. He gripped at your hair pulling your head up a bit so that you could see better.

“All these words on your body are what you are to me. A dirty filthy slut. A cumslut, a sperm dumpster. A rag doll whose only good for fucking.” Yoongi commented, your eyes watered up more at his words, his other hand let the glue gun go as he stroked your clit, your anger slowly being replaced by pleasure but the tears poured from your eyes.

“Say it.” Yoongi commented. He knew you hated this, the look on your face, being turned on by those words said to you but your hips moved, your body was craving his fingers to brush against you, you wanted him. He slipped two fingers inside of you stretching you out and finger fucking you. You bit on your bottom lip as he pressed his forehead against yours, moaning as he rolled his hips against one of your legs. He was intoxicating and he was indeed breaking you. “Are you going to be good for daddy?” He asked softly curling his fingers against your spot. Your mouth flew open as you let out a jagged breath. “That’s right baby, I want this pussy. I want you to feel good. But you have to give into daddy.” He said the words so sweetly almost as if it were a promise. You shut your eyes before opening them again, rolling your hips against his fingers. “What are you?” He asked licking across your bottom lip.

“I’m daddy’s little slut.” You whispered out to embarrassed to say it louder.

“What?” He asked you, his fingers picking up speed.

“I-I’m daddy’s little slut.” You said again a bit louder as his fingers continued to assault your spot.

“Yeah? You’re my dirty little fuck toy, aren’t you?” Yoongi growled biting on your bottom lip causing you to whimper as he finger fucked you harder.

“Yes I am!” You cried out as your stomach tightened but you knew you had to hold it, you just knew it.

“All mine to fuck and destroy, everything on you is mine, even this dirty little pussy.” Yoongi pulled his hand back to slap at your pussy before he shoved in three fingers inside of you soon making it four.

“Say it. Say what you are.” Yoongi worked on your slicked pussy, watching as you struggled to speak because of the pleasure. Instead of slowing down he added another finger inside of you, all his fingers and his thumb buried into your pussy. Grabbing at the shock wand he pressed it against your skin causing you to cry out.

“I’m your dirty little fuck toy! Everything is yours! Yes, daddy it’s all yours.” You cried out rolling your head back before you could feel his fist closing up inside of you. “Daddy no! Daddy please no.” You looked down at him as he started to fist you. Yoongi smirked proudly, you were the second girl he ever tried this with, sliding his fisted hand in and out of you he rubbed your clit with his hand after he sat down the wand.

“Sluts get fisted baby girl. Look at how you’re taking this fist up your pussy. You’re that loose? A fucking whore I knew it. On your knees, all the time. How many men have you let do this?” He teased causing your face to heat up as you moaned your eyes shutting as he fucked you. You were embarrassed you knew you were sight to see with all these words hot glued on your body and a man’s fist up your pussy. Your hair was starting to stick to your face, your body was having a hard time regulating breathing. Yoongi slowly removed his fist and his hand from you when he knew you wanted to cum. It hurt so bad, your pussy was throbbing with release, the juices were sliding from you and you felt empty. Looking up at Yoongi you watched as he took off his pants walking around the bed. “Open.” He commanded you.

He dropped his boxers as you looked up at him, seeing his hard cock spring out to press in the air. The tip was red and angry, his veins popping out against his skin and he looked sexually frustrated. Yoongi waited for you to open your mouth, sliding you up a bit, he made sure your head was hanging off the bed, his slipped his cock past your lips opening his legs wider to be on either side of his face. He started to roll his hips forward burying himself down your throat as much as he could. Rutting his hips forward he watched as you stretched your mouth wide trying to fit him in without choking too much. His balls were slapping you in the face causing you to become more flustered as his fingers busied themselves back on your clit.

“Mmm you’re sucking me so well. You must really like my balls in your face. Or you’re just a very cock hungry girl.” He teased as he picked up the speed of his hips. Yoongi gripped at your hips lifting you up in the air, your legs on either side of his face as you were hanging upside down. Not able to do much but place your hands on his knees due to the restraints you felt your heart pound hard in your chest at the thought of him dropping you. Yoongi started to lick at your abused pussy, shoving his tongue into your entrance he tasted all of you burying his face as much as he could. He gave you moans letting it vibrate onto your body as you moved your head up and down on his shaft, your tongue finding his most sensitive parts and attacking them, Yoongi knew you were good at head which was why he saved this, it was hard enough not giving into you. He wanted you but he had to treat you like he hated you or he would have always given in. Yoongi let his tongue swirl around your pussy, mapping out the insides of your slick heat. His tongue licked up all your juices, before he pulled back to grab at your ass cheeks and spread them wide, looking at the camera and hearing you whimper around his dick lodging it down your throat causing you to choke as he teased your asshole. He smirked proud to get the reactions out of you that he wanted.

He slowly pulled away and pressed you down into the bed before he pulled out of your mouth. Yoongi gripped at the restraints taking them off you moving back to slide the camera stand close to the bed. He pulled at your hips moving you until you had one leg pushed up and the other down, on your stomach but your upper half was twisted. He aligned himself with your heat, but he didn’t push in. “Fuck yourself on it pro.” He responded slapping at your ass cheek. You huffed, licking over your swollen lips you tried to move your position. “No, just like this, I want to capture that wet pussy taking me in on camera.” He admitted as he kept you in place. Slowly you slide down on his cock, your head rolling back as you took only half of him in. You didn’t need time adjusting thanks to him and other encounters. Bouncing yourself on his dick as much as you could your hands fisted the sheets under you as you rode him. Yoongi bit on his bottom lip knowing your game. You only took half of him in so you wouldn’t moan or get caught by the camera enjoying it or doing too much work. He gripped at the top of your thigh by your hip sliding himself forward earning a moan of pleasure from your lips. It was the first time you had bothered to take anyone in all the way and no one until now had caught your game. Yoongi leaned over your body, grinding his hips forward as your hand pressed on his lower stomach.

“Fuck Y/N. I see why you stay tight. Have you been cheating all these years’ baby girl? That’s.. Cute” Yoongi admitted slowly snapping his hips forward he pulled back to grab at the camera pressing it downwards to look at how he connected with you, your ass meeting his hips as he slipped deeper inside of you.

“Daddy don’t.” You whimpered slightly feeling full of his cock buried inside of you, becoming connected to him in ways that you had never done before. Yoongi had his own agenda staring to speed up he held the camera in place as he watched you.

“Don’t what? Fuck this little pussy until you’re cumming? Fuck you into the mattress? Or paint all of you white because you don’t know how to handle teddy bear’s dick?” Yoongi smirked as he continued to snap his hips against yours picking up speed. His impactful thrusts got harder, his lust filled eyes studied your body, Yoongi leaned down to grab at the chain pulling it causing your breast to feel sore and you whined out laying against the bed. He made sure that every thrust had you gasping for air or calling out for him in some way. He sat the camera back down keeping you in position, his free hand pulled at your hair as he turned your head to his. Kissing your lips, he wasted no time slipping his tongue into your mouth giving you a very wet and sloppy kiss, your teeth clashing with one another as he fucked you harder. He gave a pattern hitting your spot three times before he missed on purpose. He pulled back to growl against your lips, looking in your eyes as his hand moved to grab at your neck instead. He shifted his hips to land strictly against your spot, causing you to try and gasp for air as he brought you down against him, slamming you on his shaft. He bit on your jaw, his other hand pressing down into the bed as he ruined you on his sheets. Your eyes were overflowing with water, the mix between pain and pleasure, your stomach tightening up and air cutting off was too much. You were overwhelmed but it felt great and you knew soon you were going to cum.

“You want something?” Yoongi growled, rolling his hips forward pulling out until he had just the tip in and slamming back inside of you creating a faster rhythm, his hips were starting to feel sore and he had the strongest urge to cum but he had to get you off first.

“Can I cum?” You whispered as his grip got a little tighter.

“Can you cum what pet?” He asked you as he watched your eyes drop and your face form the most beautifully aroused expression he had ever seen in a slave.

“Can I cum daddy?” You asked before you looked in his eyes. “Please let me cum Yoongi.” The way you said his name, had him groaning out yours as he nodded. “Cum kitten.” He wasn’t going to last long but seeing you give into your orgasm and tighten up around his shaft, how your whole body shook and bent to his will, your essence sliding out on his cock as he released your neck was enough. Yoongi quickly picked you up, pressing your back against his chest and spreading your legs out wide he fucked you in the air pounding his hips up creating more lewd sounds of skin colliding with skin your juices dripping down to his balls. He continued slamming into you until you were a sobbing mess meeting your second orgasm. Yoongi released as soon as you did the second time, slamming you down on the bed he pinned your wrist beside your head driving into you harder, both of your legs spread as he let his shaft penetrate you. You were trying to move, the overstimulation becoming too much as he fucked your spot harder. It took a bit longer but he had you cumming for the third time pinning you in place, his hips circling against your ass, his wet balls slapping against your pussy, Yoongi pulled back feeling another wave hit him, his cum shooting out in thick ropes onto your lower back and your ass some escaping to slip down your crack. Yoongi took deep breaths combing his dark blue and black hair from his face. Letting his heart calm down he lifted you up a bit taking off the nipple clamps and going to turn off the camera. He started to clean up his stuff as you lay there soaked in cum and hot glue with letters. You rolled over on your back, slowly starting to unpeel the letters from your body. You felt sore and your eyes searched for the male that had escaped into the bathroom and turned on his shower. You got up, thinking that it was all over wanting to just go back home to bask in this and frown that it was over but at least you had more dates.

“What are you doing?” Yoongi asked you as he came from his closet with a towel around his waist going towards his bathroom.

“I’m going home.” You said as if it was obvious. “I have a date later.” You reached for your shirt but Yoongi snatched it smirking.

“No you don’t. You’re mine now. And that doesn’t mean I’m your man but when I call you, then you come running because that’s what we agreed on.” He smirked at the color drain from your face.

“It was a one-time thing!” You shouted.

“Ahh see that’s where you’re wrong. You see, I have a sex tape of you now. And that means unlike your little plan of just fucking me to say you got me, I enjoy degrading you very much and I plan to do it as many places as possible.” He winked before you opened your mouth.

“I’ll sue! You can’t do this!” You yelled glaring at him because you couldn’t fathom the fact that someone could one up you or trap you especially him!

“Well I’ll tell you what. If you do sue, I have a voice audio as a verbal agreement between us. I will also let you go, but I get to show your parents. And all the men you’ve ever screwed. I know for a fact the things I’ve done to you no man hasn’t. O-Oh~ Yoongi.” Yoongi smirked faking one of your moans causing your body to become heated with rage and a deep scarlet set on your skin. You sat there rooted in place unbelieving this had happened to you.

“See, you may be smart but I am smarter. Why do you think I stayed away? Not because I didn’t want you, I just had to play your game. SO now you belong to daddy who is going to shower, and when he comes back you better be clean and waiting for me to tell you what you and I will do today. But since you had to misbehave so quickly then I won’t bother to tell you where the bathroom is. But it does take me on average ten minutes to shower.. If I was my hair.” Yoongi shut the door and you thought about escaping or even disobeying but one sound of the shocker pressing against the door had him gloating and you limping to find the nearest bathroom.

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I literally redid this story four times so I hope you all really like it.

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Note: PLEASE READ: I’m sorry if anything I say below is offensive or triggering! if anyone that reads this is going through it, I hope you get better and I think you’re absolutely beautiful! also, thank you for the request, darlin! .c

Request:  Bucky imagine where the reader is an Avenger as well but is anorexic and no one’s noticed except Bucky so he talks to her after a mission and makes her promise to get better? Thanksxx

Originally posted by gliceria


For a few years now, you’ve dealt with an eating disorder. Every time you would log into social media, turned on the television, or read a magazine, you were told how you should look and what you should eat. It became a habit for you to lose weight and if that meant denying yourself the pleasure of eating, you’d do it.

You were thankful nobody took notice of it, you’ve been great at hiding it from your fellow teammates. You’d try to beat everyone to breakfast and eat what little you wanted and skipped lunch and dinner, opting to stay in your room and chew on tiny things to keep yourself fed just a little bit.

It wasn’t until Tony made you eat breakfast with the team before an important mission that someone took notice.


You were cutting up your food meticulously as you busied yourself with conversation, not really eating what was on your plate. You giggled as you watched Wanda and Nat fight over the last piece of bacon, while Tony was going over the mission details. Your attention was brought to the dark haired man in front of you when you heard your name.

“Y/N, you can’t go astray like last time.” You nodded, bringing your fork to your mouth. Tony raised an eyebrow questioningly and you snorted at him. “Got it, Tony the tiger.” He smiled and continued to talk to the others, his eyes leaving yours. To him, you took that bite. But to you and the unknown stare from Bucky, you simply put the fork back down. 

Bucky watched you closely, his eyes fixated on the way your hands moved. The way you cut up your food and lightly spread it out, the way you would bring the fork to your mouth when people would look at you, but never once ate it. He’d watch you engage in the conversation, your mouth constantly moving, but never with the motion of eating.

You heard Sam talking about his wings, and how he needed Tony to repair them. “Again?” Tony set his cup of coffee down, shaking his head in disbelief. “You tell me that an hour before a mission?” He gapes at Sam and creases his eyebrows. You took that as your chance to excuse yourself. 

“Speaking of, I’m gonna go suit up.” You grabbed your plate and scooted out of your chair. The others continued talking, not paying you any attention. “But you’re not done eating.” Bucky stood with you and held onto your arm, he took notice in how smaller it felt in his hold. Your face threatened to turn red, hoping he hadn’t caught you. 

You shrugged and pulled out of his grasp. “I had enough.” You moved past Bucky with a small smile and dumped your contents in the garbage disposal. Bucky sighed as he took in your appearance, putting his empty plate in the dishwasher. “Are you feeling okay?” He questioned softly, his eyes on your more prominent cheekbones. 

A nervous laugh fell from your lips and you rubbed your arm. “Why wouldn’t I be?” You asked, tucking your hair behind your ear. Bucky stared at you for a little while, trying to figure out what could be going on with you. You shifted under his eyes and cleared your throat. 

“I should go get ready.” You slowly backed away before exiting the kitchen. Bucky sighed and decided not to pressure you into talking to him. He knew when someone was lying; he was too familiar with it. He was determined to figure it out, but he knew you both had to remain focused. 


The team was set and ready to go in the quinjet, everyone was listening to Steve go over the layout of the HYDRA base you all had to infiltrate. As the quinjet made a gentle turn, you felt a wave of dizziness overcome your senses. You held your head in your hands and closed your eyes, trying your best to get through it. A small whimper fell from your lips.

“Y/N?” Bucky whispered from beside you, his hand resting on your back. He felt your spine poking through your suit, something he was surprised to feel so closely. His eyebrows creased as he watched your dainty hands rub your temples. “I’m fine, Buck.” You sighed as you felt a tad better, the dizziness subsiding enough for you to ignore it.

Bucky pulled his hand away, not missing the feel of your ribs against his fingertips, and frowned. “If you need to sit out-” You huffed in annoyance. “Bucky, I’m fine.” You suddenly snapped. You could hear his intake of breath, shocked at how cold you had just been towards him. He sank in his seat, keeping his eyes on you like before. 

You looked smaller in size and he replayed your behavior earlier in his mind. It was all he could do, to worry. Steve wrapped up his usual Cap speech and Bucky made his way to Steve, his right hand scratching the back of his neck. “Steve, can I talk to you?” Bucky walked away from the group with Steve. 

“What’s on your mind?” Steve asks, looking at Bucky with concern. “I want to be paired with Y/N.” Bucky says, desperation laced in his tone. Steve wanted to question Bucky’s choice in wanting to switch partners, but the look on Bucky’s face told him that he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

With a small nod from Steve, Bucky returned to his spot beside you.

It took fifteen more minutes for the quinjet to land. The team paired up and turned on their comms, readying their weapons before heading down the landing strip. You watched Bucky follow beside you, your eyebrows creasing. 

“Shouldn’t you be up there with Steve?” You asked, looking ahead to see Steve walk beside Sam. Bucky shook his head, his hair framing his face. “No, I wanted to be your partner.” Before you could ask why, you had to move quickly and start shooting down any enemy you laid your eyes on after Steve told you and Bucky to hurry.

The others spread out after shooting down any guard in their path and you could see Bucky fighting off a guard near the end of the hallway. Aiming for the guards head, you shot him down. While you were shooting at one guard, another tackled you to the ground from behind you, causing you to grunt and wince at the stinging pain in your back as you landed, your gun sliding across the ground away from you.

You struggled beneath the guard, not being able to get a good move on him since he was a lot stronger than you. Your groans were drowned out by the loud gunshots in the hallway, your desperate cries lost in the sound.

The guard growled as he moved you onto your stomach, pushing your face into the hard, cold floor of the base. He grabbed a fist full of your hair, yanking your head up as he brought a knife to your neck. You could feel your back bend, pressed flush against his front.

The dizziness you felt before returned, hitting you twice as hard as before. Your hands grabbed behind you, trying to push the guard off, but your strength was almost gone. Your nails dug into the guards sides and he jerked you off the ground before holding you against him. 

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you cried as loud as you could for help, your breathing becoming rapid and heavy. Bucky turned around just in time for the guard to smile deviously at him. Your vision started to get blurry and the last thing you could hear was Bucky calling out for you as he shot the guard in the head. 

You slipped into unconsciousness as your body sank to the ground beside the dead guard. Bucky rushed over to you, dropping to his knees. His breath was ragged as he searched for any injuries, his hands gently moving around your body. “Y/N!” His voice cracked and he held back a sob, the sight of your lifeless body making his emotions run wild. 

He quickly picked you up and you felt light as feather in his arms. He could’ve sworn you felt different the last time he had to do this. “Steve, Y/N’s down! She’s knocked out but there aren’t any injuries.” Bucky ran out of the base, only caring about waking you up. He knew the team could take care of themselves. 

Bucky carried you to the quinjet and set you down on a small cot near the wall of the jet. He grabbed a bottle of water and a rag, before sitting on his knees beside you. Since there were no injuries, he knew he couldn’t fly you to the tower until everyone was safe and the mission was complete.

He poured water on the rag and placed it on your forehead. His fingers wouldn’t stay off of you, he tried to find any sort of injury, hoping he hadn’t skipped over any. He knew you weren’t bare under your suit, so he tugged the zipper down, revealing your sports bra in case you’d been hurt anywhere. 

Instead of a deep cut or a gunshot wound, he saw how small and frail you were. Your ribs were nearly jabbing out of your skin, your waist pulled taut around you. Your hipbones were also very visible. 

Bucky’s flesh hand hovered over your body, the mere thought of touching you scared him. You looked like skin and bones and a sharp breath escaped his mouth. He knew too well what was going on. His mind raced with every memory he had of you denying his offer of a snack, every half eaten apple, every meal you skipped out on. 

Tears fell from his eyes as he zipped your suit back up. Soon after, your eyes fluttered open and you groaned, moving your hand to your head. Your hand bumped into Bucky’s metal one and you met his red and watery eyes. “Bucky.” You groaned, moving to sit up.

Only then did you realize it wasn’t a good idea. Bucky gently laid you back down, his eyebrows creased with worry. “Y/N, is there something you want to tell me?” Bucky questioned, his eyes trailing down to your mid-section. You swallowed thickly and you just knew he found out by the way he looked at you. That pity and sympathetic look that you hated. 

“No, Buck.” You muttered as your lip trembled. Bucky scoffed sadly and shook his head. “No? You don’t eat and when you do, I know it’s not enough. Y/N, this-it’s not good.” Bucky said, his voice shaking as he spoke to you. Your eyes filled with tears and you stared up at the roof of the quinjet, avoiding Bucky’s eyes.

“Let me help you.” He pleaded, taking your small hand in his. You pulled the rag off of your head and with the help of Bucky, you moved into a sitting position. You sighed and looked down at your shoes. “All I’ve ever been told is, you can’t weigh this much, you can’t look like that, you can’t eat too much.” You took a deep breath and Bucky stayed silent, his eyes on your face.

You looked up at him and wiped at your cheeks when a few tears fell. “S’just become a way of living for me.” You whispered, not trusting your voice. Bucky nodded and lifted his hand to your cheek. “You’re so beautiful. And-and so strong. Y/N, can you promise me you’ll try to get better?” His eyes threatened to spill with more tears as you watched your face contort with emotions.

Bucky pulled you in for a hug, his whole body almost covering you from the size difference. You nodded into his shoulder and let out a sob. “I will.” You whimpered, holding Bucky closer. His hand rubbed against your back, a small smile forming on his face.

You sighed against Bucky, closing your eyes as you felt his arms hold you close. “Thank you, Bucky.” Your hands grasped at his suit material as you felt him slip out of your hold. “You’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever met, you know that?” He asked, reaching out for your hands.

A small albeit genuine smile formed on your lips. Your hands were much smaller in comparison, but you couldn’t deny how they felt in his. You knew you needed to get better and there was no doubt that if you had Bucky by your side, you’d be able to overcome anything.

Note: again, I’m sorry if this offends anyone or if I said something wrong. I’m not too familiar with this, so I apologize! feedback is welcome! .c 

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Treetop Confessions

Summary: An accident in training causes feelings to be confessed.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, implied sex.

A/N: I wanted to make a Loki or a Thor story in honor of the Ragnarok trailer, and I still may of y’all wanna see one, send me requests for either one of them! I just had this one in writing for so long and I FINALLY finished it. So Voila`!

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

Ever since Bucky fucking Barnes came to the compound, I have NEVER been the same. The man showed up, and all of a sudden I lost all control of my emotions, hormones and body. Literally everything just fell apart. Also, I haven’t gotten laid in over 3 years. 3 YEARS. I’m not the type to take someone home and sleep with them once, or to be friends with benefits. It’s been my only promise to myself, to not have sex with a random stranger JUST because I’m feeling frisky, that’s what I have toys for. I only have sex with someone when I’m in a relationship with them. HOWEVER, James Buchanan Barnes may make me throw out every promise I’ve ever made to myself and not think twice about it. The sad part is I don’t really even know him very well, we only say a few words to one another. For the longest time I thought the guy just didn’t like me, and Steve had to reassure me that’s not the case, he just doesn’t know how to socialize anymore, and certainly doesn’t know how to talk to women. It’ll take some time, and I understand that. Doesn’t make it any less frustrating that I can’t get over this stupid school girl crush I have on the guy.

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Finish Line

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Pairing: Racer!Steve Rogers x Reader (AU)

Summary: Two time Formula One champion Steve Rogers faced one of his worst fears during his race in Austin, TX.

A/N: I dont know what this is, okay, this had been stuck in my head for days ever since I found out that Sebastian Vettel is having a kid and ahhhhh I just really need to get it out of my system. Sorry for so many racing terms I chuck in there. 

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Omega Pt. 1

A/N: So…this is my first attempt at an A/B/O fic…let me know what you think. It’s also the first smut I’ve posted on Tumblr…so let me know how I did…

Warnings: A/B/O so non-con elements, smut. Lots of smut. Also a lactation kink in there cause I’m fucked up. And probably language somewhere too. Cause I’m a sailor’s sister. And some slash too. Cause Stucky is life. 

Oh, and @fvckingavengers, I totally named her after you. 

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Originally posted by marvxl-trash

They mated in the back of a quinjet. It had been a simple mission. Extract the hostage, and return to base. They’d sent only Steve and Bucky, knowing they’d be more than enough. The base wasn’t heavily guarded, Steve taking out the guards while Bucky went in after the hostage. Female. 20. Omega.

Bucky had smelled it when he entered the small room they were keeping her in. The beta had been assaulted by distressing omega, the stench nearly choking him. There was another scent, a sweet undertaste, and he realized she was going into heat.

“Shit.” He breathed, running a hand through his hair, trying not to frighten the omega in the corner anymore than she already was. He looked down on her, squatting down so they were eye to eye. “We’re here to rescue you.” He said slowly, making sure to keep eye contact with her. He winced a little at how cheesy that sounded. “The Avengers sent us.” He tried, hoping that would at least calm her down a little.

She did relax, as much as she could, taking his outstretched hand, only to double over in pain when she stood. He could smell her heat coming on stronger.

‘Buck?’ Steve sounded in his ear.

“I got her. I’ll meet you back at the jet.” He said, lifting the omega into his arms. This was definitely going to be an interesting ride home.

Steve had spun so fast Bucky was worried he’d burned a hole in the quinjet floor. His eyes were on the omega in Bucky’s arms, nostrils flared, body tense.

“We have a bit of a complication.” Bucky said, standing at the base of the ramp. He was a little nervous to enter, not quite sure what Steve would do. “She went into heat.”

Said omega nuzzled Bucky’s neck, squirming a little, sensing the Alpha who was close. She was getting warmer and warmer by the second, her heat coming on fast.

“We need to get her back to the compound.” Steve said, trying to ignore the sweet smell of peaches and cream. Omega in heat. The slick starting to form between her legs.

He turned, sliding into the pilot’s seat as Bucky laid the omega in the back. He sat by her head, brushing her hair back as she squirmed, pulling at her clothes. Steve got them into the air, but Bucky could sense the tense energy in his Alpha. This was going to be an interesting ride.

The omega had stripped out of everything but her skivvies in a matter of minutes. She was in full heat now, the smell of peaches and cream and slick assaulting both males in the jet. Bucky kept to his senses more than Steve was, the beta better suited around the omega than his Alpha was. But the wet spots starting to form on the cups of her bra nearly had him coming undone.

He was sitting next to her on the floor, keeping cold packs against her skin, trying to keep her cool. He sighed, watching her move limply, the heat making her suffer.

“Stevie, I gotta do something.” Bucky said, watching her move painfully. “It’s bad. I don’t think she’ll make it if we wait.”

“Try to hold her off.” Steve said, his voice strained. He’d kept his composure this far. “Do what you have to.”

“Please.” Her voice was weak, strained. It was a plea that went straight between his legs.

Bucky stared down at her for a moment. “Oh fuck it.” He breathed, snapping her bra in half.

He leaned down, taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking the sweet milk from her body. Her fingers ran through his hair, comforting him like she would a pup as he drank, taking in her sweet, creamy flavor.

He stripped his shirt off, his pants being yanked down over his ass before he sunk into her, guided by her slick. Her legs wrapped around him, holding him tight as he started to move, leaning down to drink more of her. He was addicted to the sweet taste on his tongue, and he knew he was in deep. And it was only a matter of time before Steve followed.

He came twice, and lost count of how many times she did, but it wasn’t helping her. She was still just as bad, if not worse. He was running his fingers up her spine where she laid on his chest, his back flat against the floor of the quinjet, when the quinjet dropped, the engines humming as they landed. They couldn’t be back at the compound already. But then he sensed the change in the air, the tense energy coming from his Alpha. The omega on his chest shifted in response, a small whine leaving her lips.

Steve was out of the pilot’s seat in a flash, already working his suit off. Bucky could see the bulge forming in his underwear, and he was glad he’d warmed the omega up a little. Taking Steve was no small victory. His ass had felt that more than it would have liked. But he’d never say that. He wanted to please his Alpha. And if his ass had to feel like it was getting ripped in half, then so be it.

Steve dropped to his knees between Bucky’s legs, the omega presenting for him, her knees straddling Bucky’s waist, her hands braced on either side of his chest. Apparently he was going to partake in this as well. He ran his hands up her arms, over her shoulders to her hair, carding his fingers through the damp strands as Steve teased her entrance with his head. Slick leaked from between her legs, dripping onto Bucky’s length, making him twitch in response.

“You want my knot, omega?” He asked, her hips rocking back.

“Please, Alpha.” She keened, turning her head to look back at him. “Please, I need it.”

He slowly worked himself inside her heat, stretching her to the point she was shaking above Bucky, her arms barely able to hold her up.

“Gonna knot you so good.” Steve growled, moving his hips slowly, the omega he was filling whining in pleasure. “Fill you full of my pups.”

Both Bucky and the omega keened at the mention of pups. Bucky was hard, his length standing at attention under the omega. Steve leaned down over her back, hitting a new angle within her that had her spasming around him, her fluids dripping out around him, and onto Bucky. Her legs were shaking, but she stayed where she was as Steve continued to fuck her mercilessly. Steve’s hands reached under her, playing with her breasts, milk dripping from her pink nipples, and onto Bucky’s chest. Bucky, one hand wrapped around his length, took his other hand, wiping up some of the milk, lifting his hand to Steve.

Steve took Bucky’s fingers into his mouth, tasting her on Bucky. He growled around Bucky’s fingers, picking up the pace, bracing one hand by Bucky’s head. Bucky watched the two of them, his hand working in time with Steve’s movements. It wasn’t long before the omega’s arms were giving out, her head on Bucky’s chest, being held up by nothing but Steve’s hands on her hips.

Bucky came at the same time that Steve’s knot started to swell. His Alpha growled, his grip tightening, hips jerking as he locked himself inside the omega, she came again around him as the knot swelled almost painfully inside her. Steve folded over her back, still moving inside her as much as he could, his eyes on Bucky. His hips jerked as he neared the edge, burying his nose in her neck, mouthing at her mating spot. She shook against them, hands on Bucky’s shoulders.

Steve met his eyes, and if he had been in his right mind, he would have said no, but none of them were in their right mind. Bucky went for the left side as Steve went for the right, both biting down at the same time. The omega screamed, her legs giving out as she came again, milking Steve’s orgasm from him. He filled her to the brim with his seed, knot swelling further as his length twitched, spurting inside her. Her nails dug into Bucky’s shoulders as she sobbed in pleasure, completely limp.

“I can’t.” She breathed, Bucky’s enhanced senses picking up on her words. “I can’t.” She sobbed again.

“Stevie, that’s enough. Our omega needs a break.” Bucky said, smoothing Steve’s hair as he licked at her neck, his hips moving slowly as he still pumped her full.

Bucky helped them roll over, adjusting Steve’s uniform so they could me more comfortable. He wiped himself clean using one of the emergency blankets, before cleaning their omega, and their Alpha as well. He grabbed a bottle of water after pulling his pants back on. He knelt down in front of their spent omega, Steve smoothing his hands over her skin, whispering sweet words to her.

“Here, doll. You gotta keep yourself hydrated.” He said, helping her drink a little. The comm link on the quinjet beeped, bringing Bucky back to Earth. “Steve, take care of her. I gotta get us back to the compound.”

Bucky pulled his shirt back on, moving to the pilot’s seat. The quinjet stank like sex and heat. He pressed the comm button as he got them back in the air, a very irate Natasha on the other end.

‘What the hell happened? Why were you grounded? Why didn’t you answer? I was about to send backup after you.’

“We had a small…complication.” Bucky said, looking back at the knotted pair still on the floor. “We’re back in the air now. We’ll be at the compound in less than an hour.” Hopefully Steve’s knot would deflate in time. He had enough he had to explain to Natasha.

They made it to the compound, Bucky managing to get Steve zipped back into his suit, and a shirt thrown over his omega’s head before the hatch opened. There was still slick all over the floor, stained blankets and the smell of sex and heat to explain.

Steve marched out of the quinjet, the beta workers giving him a wide berth, wide eyed in shock. Bucky followed, probably looking just as disheveled, and smelling like omega.

“Good luck.” He said, trying to give them a positive smile, but it didn’t work.

Natasha met him as soon as he got into the building, arms crossed, eyebrow raised. She’d already seen Steve carrying the omega, not stopping for anyone as he sought out the safety of their nest, leaving Bucky to do the talking.

“She was going into heat when we found her.” Bucky said, not even waiting for the question. “We tried to make it back to the compound, but it was getting bad. I did all I could, but it wasn’t enough, and Steve just couldn’t help himself.” He said, shrugging.

“Do you realize what you’ve done?” Natasha asked, irate at the beta. “That omega is Lauren Stark. Tony Stark’s daughter.”

Bucky felt his stomach drop, his blood freezing. “What? Stark doesn’t have a kid.” He prayed Natasha was just pulling his chain, trying to make him suffer for what they’d done.

“He kept her hidden for this very reason.” She said, thrusting her file against his chest. Bucky looked down at the contents, the girl in the picture was definitely their omega. “Now you and Cap have gone and thrown it all to hell. Tony will be here in an hour. Good luck explaining that to him.” She turned, leaving Bucky to his thoughts. 

How the hell was he going to tell the man who hated his guts that he was mated to his secret daughter. That she had a new Alpha, and it was the man Tony hated second most in the world. Oh boy. First he had to keep Steve from knotting her again, and making everything more complicated.

Preference: Easter Fun

Summary: basically what you guys do on Easter!

Warnings: swearing, one tiny mention of a blowjob.

–feedback is appreciated!–
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Ashton: “Daddy! Mommy! Wake up!” Four year old Logan says, crawling up on to the king size bed that belongs to you and Ashton. “Five more minutes.” Ashton mumbles, burying his face into the crook of your neck again. “You said that like, twenty hours ago!” Logan whines, causing you to giggle. “Come on, Ash.” You say quietly, getting out of bed. Your husband groans, but follows you and Logan downstairs. “Look! The Easter Bunny left footprints out in the backyard!” Logan exclaims, pointing to the white footprints Ashton had drawn on the patio the night before. You smile, nodding at your son. “Will you help me find the eggs, mommy?” Logan asks, tugging on your hand. “Not if I find them all first!” Ashton says, sprinting into the backyard. Logan giggles, running off to hunt for eggs with Ashton. Ashton eventually lets Logan find them and comes back over to you. He pulls you into his side and kisses the top of your head. “Happy Easter, sweetheart.” You smile. “Happy Easter.” You reply. Ashton chuckles as he watches Logan run around the yard. “We did good with him.” He comments. You nod, looking up at him. “Can we have another baby?” You whisper. Ashton breaks out into a grin. “I think that’s a great idea.” He leans down and pecks your lips before turning to watch Logan look for eggs again.

Calum: “How did I get roped into this again?” Calum asks, looking at you. You giggle and help him zip up the bunny suit. “You lost a bet to Luke. And I promised you lots of blowjobs.” You remind him. “Which I still haven’t gotten.” Calum mumbles, pouting a little. You kiss his cheek. “Tonight, I promise.” He frowns as you hand him the Easter Bunny head. “I’ll never live this down with the guys.” He says. You smile and walk out of the bedroom and back downstairs where the other three boys and their families sat. “Who’s ready to meet the Easter Bunny?” You ask. Michael’s little girl jumps up first, smiling. Ashton’s eldest son smiles, even though he’s going through the “I’m a teenager and I hate the world” phase. Luke’s twins raise their hands up excitedly. You turn to you and Calum’s six year old daughter, Kiana. “Are you ready, sunshine?” She grins up at you. “Okay, Easter Bunny, come on down!” You yell. Calum walks downstairs dressed in a full bunny costume. “Hi, kids! I’m the Easter Bunny!” He says in a muffled, deeper voice. The kids all squeal and run over to him as Ashton snaps a bunch of pictures. “This is getting posted everywhere.” He mutters, giggling.

Luke: You and Luke sit at the kitchen table, six cups in front of you. Each cup has a different color and an egg inside. It’s your first Easter together, and to celebrate, you decided to color eggs. Luke had whined the whole time while you were boiling them because “it’s taking forever, princess.” And now he watches the eggs inside the cups patiently, his eyes full of delight. “This is so cool.” He murmurs, making you smile. “You’ve seriously never done this before?” You ask. He shakes his head. “We always just went out to eat somewhere and had an egg hunt.” He explains. You lie your head on his shoulder as he checks on a green egg. It’s brightly colored, so he puts it back in the egg container to dry. “I love you.” You say quietly, enjoying the peace. “I love you too.” Luke replies. “You know what I’ve been thinking about?” He asks. You hum in reply. “I see all of us, including you and the boys in twenty years all getting together and doing this as a big group. You know, like, get all our families together and do this.” You giggle. “That would be a lot of eggs.” You say, which makes him smile. “But it would be so much fun. We could make it an Easter tradition!” He says excitedly. You check on a red egg as he calls Calum to tell him about this new tradition.

Michael: “Did you try Walmart?” You ask, holding the phone against your ear as you prepare your eight year old daughter’s easter basket. “Of course I tried Walmart; that was the first place I looked.” Michael tells you, swearing at someone on the road as he drives. Your daughter, Alex, had decided last minute that she wanted to have an egg hunt tomorrow for Easter. Michael had rushed off to every different store in town, hunting for plastic Easter eggs to fill with candy. “She couldn’t have just been happy with dying her hair pink?” He mutters. You smirk. “You’re the one who spoils her and taught her to always expect more.” You tell him. He chuckles. “Not exactly what I had in mind, babe.” He sighs as he pulls into a parking lot somewhere. “Where are you checking now?” You ask. “Ashton did his egg hunt last year, the fucker has to have some left over since he’s always prepared for everything.” You laugh to yourself as Michael ends the call. You hum as you place different candies and stuffed animals inside Alex’s Easter basket. Your phone rings ten minutes later, Michael’s face popping up on the screen. “I am the best dad in the whole wide world.” Michael says. “Why is that?” You ask, biting your lip. “Ashton didn’t have any, so I went back to Walmart. Turns out the manager had some still in the back area. He was too lazy to go get them it for nothing, so I had to pay him twenty bucks.” You grin. “But you got the eggs?” You ask. “Hell yeah, I did.”

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Lost Words (Barry Allen x Reader)

Part One

Part Two

Prompt: You had just come back to Central City after four years in college to major in medicine. When you came back, everything’s changed. Metahumans are now a thing, The Flash is running around the city, and you are now a doctor at Central City hospital. The only thing that hasn’t changed is your unresolved and unrequited love for Barry Allen.

Word Count: 1,864

Author’s Note: Hey, guys! So this is my first imagine and I am just hoping that you guys will like it. There will probably be more than one part, but I’ll just see how y’all respond to this first part! Oh, and the reader doesn’t know that Barry is the Flash btw


It’s been four years since you left Central City to go to college. Four years since you left the only city you’d ever known, the only friends you’d ever made, the only love that you’d ever had. Even if it was pathetically one-sided. But after you have traveled all over America, interning as a doctor and met great people along the way, you’re ready to come back to your home. Central City.

You took a large breath and let out a sigh as you looked around you in the train station. People bustling around you, business people yelling in their phones, teenagers heading to the mall together. You smiled to yourself. “It’s good to be back home.”

As you waited on the platform to wait for the train that would take you to your apartment, a news reporter appeared on the TV screen.

“Ladies and gentlemen, today we have live footage of a metahuman rampaging down the streets of Central City,” the reporter announced. “It appears that he has the ability to create earthquakes, making it almost impossible to get near this meta.”

“A metahuman?” You whispered to yourself. “What’s a metahuman?” Quietly, you focused your attention to the TV again.

“Oh, here comes The Flash! Look, he has been able to dodge every single one of this meta’s attacks.” The fight goes on. The man in the scarlet suit zips around the scene, until he catches the perpetrator from behind and knocks him off his feet.The Flash then handcuffs the metahuman and hands him over to the police who had been on stand waiting for the Flash’s signal that the fight was over.

“And there it is, Central City! The Flash, our very own superhero, has come to save our city once again. This is Central City News, CCN, and stay tuned for more of our city’s news.” The TV then goes to commercial, showing some shampoo’s advertisement. You look at the ground, dumbfounded. 

Metahumans? The Flash? Just how much have I missed since I’ve left?

Taking out your phone, you search up the topic of metahumans. You then found an article and started to read it.

‘S.T.A.R Labs particle accelerator exploded, expelling dark matter all throughout the city. Some people were affected as they began to show powers. Abilities that allowed normal people to do things that were impossible. These people are called ‘metahumans’.’ The article then continued to go on about how these metahumans are dangerous and that The Flash was the city’s hero in stopping these villains. 

You then searched up the Flash.

‘The Flash is a metahuman who can run as fast as the speed of light. He has saved this city in more ways than one and we are proud to have him as Central City’s hero. We don’t know who the man in the mask and scarlet suit, but we hope that he will continue to save this city from the evil that lurks this place.’ Hmm, the Flash seems to be well liked here…wow, our own superhero. You smiled a little to yourself. I wonder who he is underneath that mask.

Just then a text comes in.

Joe: Y/N! I just heard of your arrival. Why don’t you come over to the CCPD for a bit, catch up and talk? Haven’t seen you in forever!

Your smile grows even bigger as you respond.

You: Sure thing, Joe! I’m on a train right now. Be there soon.

Joe and your father became extremely close as they were partners on duty at the CCPD. When your father died in the middle of a crossfire, Joe had comforted you, seeing as your mother had become almost a shell when your father died. She was better now, living comfortable with your older sister and her two daughters. Your dad’s death was the reason you became a doctor. You didn’t want to feel that helpless again when you had the power to do something.

With Joe, came Barry and Iris. You became best friends with the both of them, and soon enough, you had developed a crush for Barry. But, you knew that it would never happen as he had the same feelings for Iris. You loved them both and you knew that you didn’t want to come in between them, even if you knew Iris was oblivious to Barry’s feelings. Your unrequited love was partially the reason why you had left Central City for so long, and every minute you’re there, you wonder if it was a mistake to come back.

Right now, however, as you walked into the familiar building of the CCPD, you can’t help but think of how much you’ve missed Joe. 

He sees you walk through the doors and his fatherly smile appears on his face.

“Y/N! Oh, how are you?” He comes to give you a big bear hug. You didn’t have the time to drop your belongings at your apartment, so you stood in the middle of the room with two suitcases and a large duffle bag hanging on your shoulder. 

“Hey, Joe! I’m exhausted, but, you know, great to be back.” You look around. Things were still the same over here, that’s good. Then, a thought hit you.

“Oh, Joe, is Barry still working as the forensic scientist?” You ask, remembering his lab upstairs.

“Yes, yes, he is! I’m surprised you remembered,” Joe responds.

“It’s only been four years,” You joke. “Is he here?”

“Barry?” Joe asks, suddenly jittery. “Oh, well, no. Uh, you see, he had to run an errand and I think it’s gonna take him a while. You know…him. Running around…” Joe trails off.

You nod, kind of confused, yet relived at the same time. I don’t think I’m ready to face him just yet.

“So,” Joe continues, “movie night is tonight with the gang. You up for it? I’m sure Barry and Iris would be so happy to see you. There are also some of Barry’s new friends that I would love for you to meet.” 

You thought about it for a minute. “I don’t know, Joe. You know, it’s busy. I have to check in at the hospital, unpack, and I’m exhausted.”

“Oh yeah, yeah. I understand, Y/N. Rain check?”

You smiled. “Definitely.” You hugged Joe goodbye and made your way our the doors of the police station but not before you saw a blur of red lightning run across the street. A gust of wind blew your hair around your face as you watched it disappear into the sunset. 

“The Flash,” you whispered to yourself, the name creating a sense of warmth deep in your body.


You stood outside on the front porch of Joe’s house. You had told Joe that you couldn’t make it, but after checking in with the hospital and into the apartment, you realized that unpacking could wait. You reuniting with your old friends could not. You texted Joe saying that you were able to come but he hadn’t responded so you assumed that he hadn’t read it yet. But even if not, wasn’t it still okay for you to attend?

You could hear laughter inside and the smell of popcorn. Oh, how you missed movie nights. Oh, fuck it. You walked up the steps to the front door and knocked. You could hear the laughter continue as if they didn’t hear your knock. You were about to knock again when the door opened to reveal Iris, your best girl friend.

At first there was confusion on her face, then realization, then happiness. 

“Oh my god, Y/N! You’re back! When did you get back? Oh my gosh, come in!” We hugged before she pulled me in the house.

In the living room there was Joe, and three other people that you didn’t recognize, but no Barry. Joe then stood up and hugged you.

“You made it! Come, let me introduce you to the others.” Iris brought you over to the living room where everyone looked at you.

Iris pointed over to a pretty brunette who looked friendly. “That’s Caitlin,” the girl waved at you and smiled warmly, making you smile back. “Here’s Cisco.” Iris then pointed at a guy who had black, shoulder length hair who also seemed very nice. “And this is Wally, my brother.” At that my eyes grew large and my head whipped over to Iris.

“Brother?!” 

Iris nodded.

“Wow, I have missed a lot.” 

Wally stood up and shook my hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N! Iris has spoken quite a bit about you,” he said. 

“Well, I hope good things,” I responded, looking back at Iris. She smirked at me. “Like there’s anything good to say, Y/N.”

“What? There’s so much amazing stuff to say about me!” 

Iris was about to say something back, when I heard a voice behind me. 

“Guys, the popcorn wasn’t popping so I thought maybe using my lightning would work and I think I burnt-”

“Barry! Look who’s here,” Joe interrupted. You were too nervous at seeing Barry to comprehend what he had said about the popcorn.

“Who?” Barry finally looked up from the bowl to land his eyes on you. Then, his famous smile erupted on his face.

“Y/N! What are you doing here? You’re back!” He put the popcorn down and engulfed you in a big hug. Your heart started to beat a little faster as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Yeah! My internship ended so I got assigned to Central City Hospital, and I thought I’d stay for good now.”

He pulled away from you and held onto your shoulders at arms length. “You’re staying? For good?” Barry’s smile grew larger, which you thought wasn’t possible.

You nodded. “Yes, I am, Barry Allen. I’m staying for good.”

He pulled you into a tighter hug. You smiled into his shoulder. You thought that he hadn’t missed you. You thought that you hadn’t missed him. But your body seemed to tell you otherwise. 

You broke the hug and was about to say something when suddenly, everyone’s phone started to beep.

“Damn, guys,” Cisco said, “It’s the metahuman alert.”

“What’s a metahuman alert?” You asked. Barry looked at you worried.

“Um, Y/N, I’ll explain that later, but right now I have to go, okay?” He looked around the room. “Here, stay with Wally and Iris. Joe, I’ll meet you at the scene and Caitlin, Cisco, I’ll see you guys at the lab. Tell me where to go.” Barry hugged you briefly.

“We’ll catch up, alright, Y/N? But right now, I have to go.”

And just like that, he was out the door. 

“Alright…” 

A moment of silence came and that’s when everyone started talking. Joe, Caitlin, and Cisco saying how they all need to leave. Iris and Wally saying how I should stay and finish the movie with them. Everything passed by in a blur and then there was just Iris, Wally, and me watching the movie as if nothing had happened previously. As if that wasn’t the weirdest thing, for everyone to just leave like that.

It wasn’t even a full day back in Central City and you were filled with questions that you didn’t even know how to ask.

Part Two

Are you up for a second ride? (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: Can you do a Peter Parker imagine where Spider-Man takes the reader all over the city? Obviously the reader would know it’s Peter. And can it be really cute and sweet? Thanks! by @stantasticstan

A/N: I’m back!!!!!! I will be posting three imagines a day from now on for a week or so(or that I do hope). I’m sorry for the time I was gone, but I used it to write and relax(I was on vacation at the beach with a friend). Hope you enjoy this one!


’’I’m bored’’ you say as you lie on Peter’s bed. You have been there for an hour, waiting for him to finish whatever he is doing. You had been fine with just lying there for the first thirty minutes, but it was boring now.
‘’I’m almost done’’ he whispers, a screwdriver in his hand.
‘’What are you even doing?’’ you say, rolling over and trying to see something from your spot on bed.
He doesn’t answer and just keeps working. You don’t insist, knowing he isn’t going to answer anyway, and take out your phone to text your friends.
‘’I’m done!’’ Peter shouts, startling you and making your phone fall on your face. He looks at you when you mutter and ‘ow’ and laughs, getting up from his chair. ‘’I’m done, [Y/N]! I have finished the improvement of the web shooters!’’
You laugh and get up from the bed, walking to the table and checking the web shooters.
‘’These are incredible, Pete’’ you whisper. ‘’I still can’t believe you are so intelligent.’’
He laughs and blushes, turning around while you are still looking at the web shooters. You turn around moments after and find him in his underwear, and you just stand there, shocked. When he turns around and sees you looking at him, he blushes again and quickly covers himself with what he has in his hands -his Spiderman suit.
‘’I-I was going to change and you weren’t-you weren’t looking so…’’ he rambles.
You laugh softly and turn around, giving him privacy to change.
‘’Are you gonna go fight crime right now?’’ you say, still turned around. You don’t want him to go, but you know he has to.
‘’No’’ he says, and you can tell he is struggling to put on the suit for the sounds he is making. ‘’I need to test the web shooters. I know they will work, but I just want to make sure they can hold nicely.’’
You finally turn around to look at him and see him having trouble to zip up the suit. You walk to him and, turning him around, start to zip it up his back.
‘’How do you manage to zip this everyday?’’ you ask, a small smile on your face.
‘’I don’t know. I’m pretty sure I’ve left the house with the suit unzipped more times than I would like to admit’’ he says. He suddenly shuts up and furrows his brows, and you know he has had an idea when he grins at you. ‘’Can you pass me the web shooters?’’ he asks, and quickly puts them on when you give them to him.
You don’t even have time to think about what’s going to happen before you feel yourself being pulled up into the hair, your arms wrapping quickly around Peter’s neck.
‘’Peter!’’ you shout, eyes closed. ‘’I’m gonna kill you!’’
He laughs and wraps his arm around your waist harder, not letting go of you. When you finally open your eyes, you let out a strangled breath and open your eyes wide in awe, taking in the amazing view.
Peter swings around Queens, shooting webs at different buildings and laughing whenever you flinch in fear of getting hit with something. You know people are watching you -after all, Spiderman is swinging around Queens when there is no trouble around and there is girl in his arms.
You hope nobody will recognize you, but you try not to focus on that. You are swinging around Queens in the arms of your best friend -and the guy you’ve had a crush on for forever-, and it could not feel better.
You press your head into Peter’s neck, a smile making its way onto your face. You laugh when Peter shouts in excitement, and he laughs with you.
He finally puts you down on the top of a building, his arm still wrapped around your waist. You take off his mask, an arm still around his waist, and ruffle his hair with your hand, messy after being under the mask.
The smile on your face slowly disappears as you get nervous after realizing how close you are. Your eyes wander to his lips and back to his eyes, noticing his eyes are fixated in your lips. Taking a risk, you get closer, your lips almost touching his but too scared to touch them completely. When you are about to pull apart, he pulls you closer, his lips finally crashing into yours. You wrap both of your arms around his neck instantly, pulling him even closer until there are no gaps between you. It’s not a passionate kiss, but it is indeed a kiss that proves that you have both wanted it for a long time.
When you pull apart to breathe, Peter and you are smiling, a huge grin on his face. It suddenly disappears as he remembers something, his eyes open wide.
‘’Shit, Aunt May thinks we are supposed to be home’’ he says. He furrows his brows for a second before smiling again. ‘’Are you up for a second ride?’’
Before you have a chance to answer, he is swinging off the building, you in his arm, the sound of your laughter echoing through the city.

chiiwifruit  asked:

❝ I’m fully aware of the danger. ❞ for Blanche, I guess, since it seems like something they would say.

pfft I agree!

“Blanche, stop, where are you going?!”

“Where I am needed,” Blanche replied tersely, zipping up their motorcycle suit with a bit more force than completely necessary. Their Pokeballs were quickly attached to the twin holsters on either side of their spine, ducking to slip on their riding boots before standing and striding from the room. They jerked when a hand grabbed their arm, forcing them to halt in their march toward the garage.

“Blanche, seriously, you need to stop and think for a second! Use that big brain of yours!” Candela said, brows furrowed, “This could be a trap! And even if it wasn’t, if Noire really has been captured by Cipher, then you could also be-”

“I’m fully aware of the danger,” they replied, voice cold as they tugged their arm from her grasp, “Which is all the more reason for me not to delay my response.”

“But-”

Nothing is more important to me than Noire, Candela,” they said, the quiet surety of their voice making her flinch, “You’d best remember that.”