and i am done with my requests

A Fresh Start

Request: ‘can you do a spencer x reader fic where spencer and the reader are on a date (like walking through the park or at a coffee shop) and they run into readers abusive ex? thanks!!!‘


Guess who is BACK. So, after my hiatus, I am finding it slightly hard to get back into the writing game, even though I have nearly 20 requests that need working through. So, until I am fully inspired once again, I am going to be focusing on the ones that get that spark going, and this means the requests will be done in no order.


‘You know it is really not normal to have 10 sugars in your coffee.’ You laughed, as Spencer emptied a worrying amount of sugar sachets into his drink.

‘You know it is really not normal for the girl to pay for her coffee on a date? You should have let me buy it!’ He complained, sliding into the chair next to you.

‘You can pay for it on the next one.’ You winked, as Spencer spluttered while drinking his coffee and blushed.

You had been working next to Spencer Reid for three years, and ever since the day that you first walked into the BAU, you had been inseparable. Together you had dealt with tough cases, the ending of your abusive relationship with a long term boyfriend, and the death of Maeve, so it would have been a crime not to call him your favorite person in the entire world. This friendship soon turned into feelings, and after an emotional outburst one night in a hotel room that you were sharing in a foreign city, Spencer had plucked up the courage to ask you out for coffee. At this moment, everything felt like it had slotted perfectly into place, and you couldn’t believe that you didn’t realize this potential love sooner.

‘Uh, so, a next date, you say?’ Spencer asked, placing his coffee down on the table and running his tongue over his lips to remove the remnants of the froth.

‘Are you not interested in a next date, Dr. Reid?’ you said, playfully, as you saw his eyes widen in horror.

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hi it’s me again. on your dash. 

SO COMMISSIONS *rubs palms together*

I’ve opened up (2) writing commission slots! Only 2 for now because 1) I have a long queue of regular prompts to wade through and 2) I also have to finish my 1k giveaway fics. Of course, though the commissions will take priority over all of these, all requests that I have received and all giveaways I have confirmed will be done. Just… Give me a while *sweats*

What am I willing to write for?

- Tokyo Ghoul (mainly HideKane)
- Yuri!!! on Ice (mainly Victuuri)
- Voltron (mainly Klance)
- Haikyuu (mainly KageHina)
- Original fiction (mainly fantasy/sci-fi)

NSFW is ok?

Yup! You only need to say the word (and the kink you want >:3) 

What isn’t ok?

Noncon/rape, underage, incest stuff
(generally these, I’ll let you know if there are any specific things I feel uncomfortable writing!)

So uh, if you’re interested, head on over to my Commissions page for the price rates and other details!

Reblogs are appreciated!!!

Break

I know I got some request to get done…but I am so drained. Too drained. My depression is hitting me extremely hard and I am so stressed out that its becoming extremely difficult to function around people. I just feel like anything that comes close to me….i shut down. I can’t be my happy go lucky self right now. I need to breath. So please do not send me messages until I come back. I can’t handle anything right now. I need some time to myself to process everything and heal. I will most likely be back after the weekend. Yes I know that’s a short break but i really do need that as me time. I hope you all understand….

thank you @sanspar for this doodle…this helps a lot. 

sanspar and @sinabunbun hugs are the best. <3 you both are so sweet to me. 

see you all later.

Quiet

Summary: Sebastian Stan x Reader where the reader gives him a blowjob as he’s on the phone and has to stay quiet through the call (as requested by anonymous)
Warnings: smut (oral sex, fingering) | Rating: NSFW, mature
Word count: 1664


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Post Apocalyptic Prompts

So, fair warning, while I have read some post apocalyptic novels I am not widely read so if all of these have been done before I do apologize. But, as requested, some post apocalyptic story prompts:

1) I had seen nobody, heard nobody, for 452 days. I hadn’t heard music since before the world went to shit. So the tinny blare of Dolly Parton’s “Son of a Preacher Man” had me more than a little startled. 

2) “If you’re the Anti-Christ, why are the zombies attacking us still!?” 
“It wasn’t a Christian apocalpyse was it? Radiation stole my life purpose.”

3) Jack was a famous post-apocalyptic writer. Cannibalism, grey skies falling, deep undertones of existentialism, the quintessential lot. He reveled in the misery of the worlds he created and the tears of his readers. It was all well and good until he ended up trapped in his latest bestseller - Husk. Surviving the wasteland was bad enough without letting anyone know it was his fault. 

4) “You’re a girl. She’s - she’s an actual girl.” 
“And who the fuck are you then, Peter and the end of the world lost boys?”

5) The androids sat in a solemn circle around the conference table, human faces flickering in the hologram between them. 
“I believe the ship that landed contained the survivors of a violent species called homo-sapiens. They will need to be managed, we are only just beginning to clear up their mess.” 

6) “You know, when I said I was literally going to hell for this, nobody was supposed to actually take that literally.” 
“I just got my head sliced off by one of the four horseman, I don’t care about you being a grammar nerd.”
“So what now, we Dante Inferno our way up to Heaven?” 
“You want to break into Heaven? This is why you’re literally in Hell.”
“Well, I don’t want to be tortured for all eternity, do I? And it’s not like going back to earth is in an option is it?”

7) The cannibal sprinted through the dead forest after his prey, eyes gleaming, hunger tugging at his bones. Tonight, was the night of the wild hunt. His favourite night of the new year.

8) They were supposed to leave together. Or maybe she was supposed to die. But she survived, and she was waiting when the ship came back.

9) They slept under the earth like corpses ready to rise for judgment day, waiting for the air to be clean and for the sky to change from purple to yellow like a healing bruise. Everyone knew not to wake the dreamers at all costs.

10) Money was a story of an old world, now, if you needed a new oxygen tank or food, you sold your body parts. Bones were handy, eyeballs could do a month’s rent, clean lungs were worth a small fortune. But hearts, oh a strong heart was the most valuable currency of all.

11) Those who still remembered the world before were considered blasphemers and madmen. The punishment for liars was swift.

12) The radiation kept their minds alive forever, even when their bodies were no longer whole. Trapped in the dust and the rock, like fossils as the world changed and began to grow again. Nobody knew they were still conscious as they began to mine.

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@nicolauda this is singularly the best ask i have Ever received man

@evilqueenofgallifrey and i did a bit of collaboration on this, so you get a fic too!

i hope you feel better soon man, you seem like you’ve had a really rough time lately. <3 lots of love 

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It took waaay to long for me to finally do this request I am sorry…

Welp, here you go. The strangest circus in your life.
1. The mighty magician Ghetsis, his pretty assistant Colress and their victim sideshow N (who actually does all job alone, escaping the trap box within 20 seconds behind the curtains, while Ghetsis is doing his “magical” moves)
2. Cyrus is a mix of a acrobat, a balancer and a juggler. His shows always take place at high altitude and always are space-themed. They look pretty stunning tho.
3. Maxie is a walking volcano in tights, a fire breather. He is always super serious during his shows and thinks he looks pretty cool breathing fire. Hovewer after shows Archie barely kisses him.
4. Pretty obvious, I think. Archie works with sea creatures as a trainer and he loves them all really much. He named on of his seal as “Maxie” and that drives insane the real one Maxie.
5. Again, pretty obvious. Lysandre is a rich and cool lion trainer. He is also sponsoring the circus (I don’t know why is he doing that seriously). He also loves to talk with a cute french vet who works with his lions. 
6. Just no comments.

The wip of a request made by sweet @maylovely! I am still so very sorry how long this has taken, I just totally forgot about it! Even tho I looked at it several times when I went throe my files…
Oh well! I felt like it deserved better to be just hidden away like that and hopefully I will get it done soon^^ hopefully you enjoy it still
it has been fun afterall

EDIT: Forgot that there was a layer I had turned off^^’ fixed it now

Crumbs- Percival Graves (Part 1)

Pairings: Percival Graves/OC

Warnings: None, unless you need a warning that Percival will slay your soul with his perfection. 

Request: “SOMEDAY KILLED ME. I’m typing from the grave … to request more Percival, because I can’t deal. Maybe something with 50/102? (I’m weak for danger-dodging kisses.)”

50. In order to avoid a dangerous situation, both characters are forced to stay hidden in a small, enclosed space.

102. “Kiss me, quick!”

A/N: AH what is wrong with me? Why am I such a jabber jaw? I literally can’t write anything short to save my life so consider this the first part of a two part series. Hopefully I’ll have the next one done tomorrow. Once again, I’ve made up some characters and something for the sake of the plot but hope you don’t mind. Eek!


The sound of tiny, flapping wings was incessant. I narrowed my eyes, rolling up the sleeves of my cardigan, because now I meant business. The paper currently fluttering over my head, which had been intricately folded into the shape of a bird, didn’t seem at all phased by this. I had already decided to jinx whoever had thought it was a great idea to send me a memo and then charm it to act like an utter idiot when I tried to coax it down from the ceiling. It had to be a joke. I was sure that when I finally got my hands on the paper and opened it up, there would be a big ‘HA’ written in bold, dark letters. It would take some investigating to figure out just who the culprit what. It was a good thing that was what I did for a living.

“Alright, you stubborn piece of crap.” I muttered, brandishing my wand toward it. “Accio memo!”

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I Wanna Be Yours

Hey guys! I am so excited to share some of my new fics with you guys! WHOO! This is for @decemberftw who requested a fic based on the song I Wanna Be Yours by the Arctic Monkeys I hope you like it! This is the first time I’ve done anything someone has requested, so I hope it lives up to what you wanted. :) Thanks for being a wonderful follower! <3 Happy Sunday!!

Warnings: wittle bit of angst, fluff, sarcastic reader in a funny way, language like kind of not really

Today was the third Friday of the month. That could only mean one thing.

“MOVIE NIGHT WITH MAH BOYEEEEEEEZ!” You howled as you ran through the kitchen and crash landed on the couch, just missing Steve who was already lounging on the cushions.

“(Y/N), please, I’m begging you to stop talking like that.” Steve groaned.

“Steve, if you’re gonna call yourself my friend then you have to deal with every side of me, including the 90′s rapper side that makes the occasional appearance.”

He chuckled and shook his head while he handed you the remote to pick tonight’s movie. You glanced down at the clock and furrowed your brows.

“Hey, where’s Buck? It’s nine on the dot, he should be here.”

“He didn’t text you? He’s not coming,” Steve said cautiously.

“Not coming?” Your finger froze on the button it was about to push. “What do you mean he’s not coming? It’s our movie night.”

“Well, he’s with a girl, (Y/N), it is Friday night.” His defense made you snarl, but you took a deep breath to try and calm yourself.

“Okay, I’m gonna ignore that last statement and pretend you didn’t just disrespect our movie night.”

Steve snorted at you. You rocked in your seat to face him, tucking your feet under you and strangling a pillow in your lap. “Which girl is it now? Dot?”

“No. Uh, he said her name was…”

“Oh is it, umm, what’s her freaking name…” you snapped your fingers in the air until you remembered the blonde who only seemed to be able to access about 12% of her brain. “Kelly?”

“Uh-uh,” he declined.

“The one who lives down on Ferry St.?”

“No.”

“The one who works with Sharon?” You asked.

“That’s Kelly,” Steve chuckled.

“Jesus, I can’t keep ‘em all straight,” you shouted, completely exasperated and throwing yourself down on the couch.

“I think this is a new one anyway. He didn’t say much about her.”

“He never does.” You grumbled as you picked the first movie that popped up on the screen.

Before the opening credits ended you texted Bucky.

How dare you skip out on movie night.

You placed the phone on the coffee table and made yourself comfy as you watched the set up of the action movie you’d seen a couple times before.

A few minutes later your phone lit up with the most unflattering picture of Bucky, meaning he had texted you back. You sat up so quickly, the couch creaked. Steve spotted Bucky’s face on the screen before you could yank it out of his sight.

“(Y/N), he’s on a date, leave him alone.”

“Uh, I highly doubt it’s a traditional date, Steve,” you mumbled as you unlocked your phone and read the message.

I know, I’m sorry. 
I could bring her over and we could all watch something?

You growled aloud and shot him back a text. 

Absolutely not. No randos at movie night.

You tossed your phone on the couch next to you and tried to focus on the movie. A message lit the screen again and you looked down without unlocking it.

You’re a piece of work, (Y/N).

You sighed and burritoed yourself in a blanket, watching the explosions and gunfire on the television.

“What did he say?” Steve asked you once the violent scene had quieted down. 

“He apologized,” you grumbled. 

Steve sighed. “It’s harder than you thought it would be isn’t it?”

The confused look you gave him made it clear he would have to elaborate. 

“To live with us and hide how you feel.”

You shouldn’t be surprised that Steve knew about your feelings for Bucky. Steve and you had been friends for years and he knew you so well, it was like he always knew what was inside your head. 

“I just- he shouldn’t be hooking up with all these girls, ya know? It’s not good for him.” You practically whispered. 

Steve threw his arm around you. “He’ll figure that out.”

You sighed into his touch and leaned on his shoulder. The rest of the movie went by quietly until you both picked up and went to bed. 


The next day you went to the gym to blow off some steam and by the time you got back, Bucky was finally out of bed and making some coffee. He was standing in the kitchen, his long hair pulled into a messy bun, black tank top clinging to his chest and shoulders above thin, grey sweatpants. He was a sight to behold if you weren’t so angry with him for bailing on you and Steve the night before. 

“Good morning,” he said sleepily, sensing your presence as he focused on pouring his drink.

“Morning,” you answered quietly as you squeezed by his large body to grab a plum from the bowl on the other side of the counter. You bit into it as silence hung in the air.

Bucky finally cleared his throat. “How was the movie night?”

“Great,” you shortly declared as you reached to the top cupboard for a glass. Bucky’s eyes fell to your waist as your workout tank rose off your hips and your pale skin peeked out for a moment. You closed the cupboard with a slam and asked, “How was your night?”

“Fine,” he said, side stepping out of your way as you filled the glass with water.

“So you’ll be moving on rather quickly then.”

He sputtered and coughed as he choked on his sip of coffee. “What?”

“If your night was only fine, I’m sure you dumped her this morning and you’ll be moving on to someone new tonight, right?” you spat before taking a sip of your water, grabbing a napkin for your plum and heading out of the kitchen. 

“Hey! You can’t just say something like that and then walk away,” he said, grabbing your elbow and spinning you around.

“Well, it’s true, isn’t it?”

“That-that’s none of your business,” he stammered. When you scoffed, it sent him over the edge. “Is this all because I missed your stupid movie night?” he shouted.

“Well, that was quite the cherry on top, Buck! Since when are your hookups more important than me and Steve?”

“They’re not just hookups, (Y/N)! What kind of a guy do you think I am?” He yelled, ripping his fingers through his long hair.

“I don’t even know anymore! All the sudden you’re going through girls faster than you go through freaking underwear! What the hell happened to you? What are you trying to make up for?”

He pressed his lips together and refused to answer you. You shook your head and put your glass and plum down on the counter with a bang and stalked out of the room. 

“(Y/N)!” he called after you.

You spun around in the doorway. “What, Buck? What do you want?”

“I wanna be yours.” It was soft like a prayer, but you were sure you heard it. 

His words pulled at you, made your hands fall to your sides from their strong position on your hips, your jaw relaxed from its clenched position, the air pulled right from your lungs. But your heart soared as he continued.

“I really care about you, (Y/N). I try to be everything that you need- I try to give you everything you deserve, but I know I’m-Jesus you’re way out of my league and I know that, but I just- I don’t know.” The words flew out of his mouth like they were on fire. When he ran out of steam he sighed and stared at his bare feet on the kitchen floor.

“Bucky-” you started but he interrupted you.

“Ju-just forget it, okay?” He mumbled like a kicked puppy. With his head down, he crossed in front of you and got out of the kitchen as fast as he could before you could stop him.


The next day you laid out on your bed waiting for the sign from F.R.I.D.A.Y., but it never came. 

Later that night you asked her, “F.R.I.D.A.Y., do you remember the plan?”

“Yes, Miss (Y/L/N). But Mr. Barnes hasn’t left his room today.”

“He hasn’t?” you knew an AI couldn’t lie, but you were amazed at her answer. Maybe something else was bothering him or he was busy with paperwork from missions, he always let that stiff pile up. Surely he wasn’t that upset about what happened between you two in the kitchen yesterday.

You waited for her signal for hours before you finally let yourself fall asleep. He would have to come out sometime, you thought.

F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice startled you when she woke you up in the middle of the night. “Miss (Y/L/N), Mr. Barnes is in the kitchen.”

You rolled over and sat up too quickly, your head reeling from your sudden movement. You grumbled, “What time is it?” and though you weren’t really expecting an answer, the AI announced that it was 3AM. 

Throwing a sweatshirt over your head you asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to follow through with her part of the plan. “This better freaking work,” you mumbled in a sleepy fog.

The elevator doors opened and butterflies flooded your stomach when you heard the slow guitar strums coming from the speakers in the kitchen. You sneaked down the hall and peeked your head around the door frame and you couldn’t help but giggle at what you saw. 

Bucky was frantically running around the joined kitchen and living room, pressing just about every button on every remote to try and turn the loud music off.  

You swallowed your fear and a little bit of your pride and stepped into the dim light in front of the refrigerator.  You took a deep breath and started to sing softly to the song and you ignored the heat running through your system when Bucky froze in his pace and stared at you.

“I wanna be your vacuum cleaner, breathing in your dust. I wanna be your Ford Cortina. I will never rust. If you like-”

Your soft singing was cut off by Bucky’s chuckles. “You wanna be my what? My vacuum cleaner?”

“God, Bucky, shut up! Listen!” you shouted, holding a finger up to the speaker as the song rolled on and the most important lyrics were about to be sung. You let the record sing for you because your voice was stolen by your nerves. 

“You call the shots, babe. I just wanna be yours. Secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought.” 

Bucky’s smirk fell as he listened to the lyrics booming from the speakers. When he practically ran toward you, you involuntarily took a step back and ran into the cabinets. 

“Maybe I just wanna be yours, I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours,” it sang.

As the music swelled Bucky’s hands cupped your jaw and pulled your lips to his. You fervently kissed him back and when he was sure you weren’t going to run away, his hands fell to your waist and his arms wrapped tightly around your body, pulling you closer to him. 

The four words repeated over and over as he wrapped himself around you and you hid from the world in his long, thick limbs. Every breath was in sync as you ran your fingers through his hair and he fisted the back of your sweatshirt in his rough hands. 

The song ended seemingly as soon as it began and you pulled away from Bucky, his face still only inches from yours. 

“So, you had to wake the whole team up just so you could tell me you liked me back?” He said with a smirk.

“That’s your fault for eating dinner at three in the morning.”

“I was hungry,” he said, playfully pinching the skin on your back. “And where the heck did you find this song?”

“Youtube,” you said, as if it was obvious. “Do you get it? The song’s called I Wanna Be Yours and that’s what you said to me? Do you get it? I spent a lot of time on this, Buck, please acknowledge-” 

“Yes, I get it,” he groaned before stopping your sarcastic rambling with another kiss. You laughed against his lips and thanked Youtube for introducing you to the Arctic Monkeys. 

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Smart Mouth

Pairing: Alexander x Reader

Requested?: Yeah buddy!

Prompt: “owo what’s this?- I mean can I request a Alex x Reader where they argue A LOT and Alex ends up confessing to R in one of the arguments pls??”

Words: 2.4k+ (my longest one so far)

Dedications: Huge thanks to my best friend @helplesslylins and my twin @secretschuylersister for helping through this long process and proofreading for me! I love you both <3 Also, @fragmentofmymind I know you’ve been waiting for this so here you go ;) Lastly, @shinymarbles I think this was your request but if it wasn’t then sorry for the tag!

(A/N: So glad this is finally done, I hope you enjoy!)

Originally posted by thetrashcannot


“You’re impossible, Alexander!” You groaned, rubbing your temples and turning away from the short-tempered man. It was barely 9 am and he was already at your throat over your choice of cereal. Well, the cereal wasn’t for you, it was for the guy who was currently lounging in your bed after a rather fun hook up.

“I’m just saying. Anybody who willingly asks for Cheerios must be clinically insane.” Alexander shrugged, sipping what was probably his 5th cup of coffee.

“You know, maybe if you didn’t chug coffee so much, you could reach the top shelf of a bookcase.” You brushed past Alexander, going down the hall towards your room.

“I’m not short! I’m vertically challenged!” He yelled after you, grumbling as you disappeared into the room.

Your relationship with Alexander was…complicated, for a lack of better words. You were friends, though based off the amount you guys argued anyone would think you hated each other. The bickering between you two was at an all time high as of recently and it was confusing you. Something as simple as a movie selection ended up in a 20 minute debate that only came to a conclusion thanks to Herc grabbing the remote and picking something. Alex’s usual light teasing tone was now masked with another emotion that you couldn’t decipher. There’s a clear shift and you weren’t sure how to go about it.

Soon after he finished his cereal and got your number, the man who’s name you now knew as James left your apartment. The door could barely shut before Alex was speaking again.

“Sex was probably mediocre at best.” He called over his shoulder, eyes on the computer as he typed away furiously. You sighed and rested your forehead on the door before turning to face him.

“It was actually great, want a play-by-play?” You sauntered over to him, standing in front of his computer and crossing your arms. Alex made a show of gagging before covering his mouth.

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Fire Emblem Fates Conquest Early Game

Garon: Kamui, did you get the tools from my tool shed?

Kamui: Yes, father! Here they are!

Garon: Well done, Kamui. I am proud of y–

Iago: Hold on just a second, Mr. Garon. If you notice, the hammer is a bit dirty.

Garon: What!? What is the meaning of this, not polishing the tools before bringing them back?

Iago: Not only that, Kamui also used a stepladder to reach the tool box.

Garon: What insolence is this, using aid of any sort in my request?!

Iago: Mr. Garon, it is clear Kamui is a blight and should be put down right now. Here’s the shotgun, now let’s go outside and–

Elise: W-wait, wait! I gave Kamui the stepladder! They didn’t ask for it! If anyone deserves to be punished, it’s me!

Leo: One second, please. It was I who purchased the stepladder in the first place, in case this would ever happen. Following the logic of consequence, it’s me, not Kamui, who deserves to be punished.

Camilla: Let’s not be hasty, everyone. Father, I told Kamui it was ok to bring back the tools without polishing them. We are running short on polishing oil, and an unsightly hammer still accomplishes its task. If that angers you, then perhaps you should take it out on me instead of my precious Kamui.

Xander: Enough! Father, I arranged for Elise to tell Kamui where the stepladder was, which would make me the root of all this issue. Without me, nothing would have happened, so shoot me in the face.

Garon: Children, let’s calm d–

Xander: Shoot me. Right now. In the kisser. Do it. Shoot me or shoot no one.

Garon: Okay okay fine GEEZ. I don’t want to shoot anyone in the face, maybe. But, I do have a new task for Kamui. It’s only fair. You must go alone to the supermarket and get polishing oil. A child of mine should have no problem accomplishing this task.

Kamui: Yes, father! I will do it for you! *pulls out iPhone and starts looking for the best polishing oil in the area*

Iago: Hm… *sneaks to the garage and waits in his car, waiting for Kamui to head out to tail them*

Leo: Hm… *sends seven secret agents to tail Kamui with orders to keep them safe at all costs*

Camilla: Hm… *calls her friends at the nearby supermarket and tells them Kamui is going, so they better be nice to them and give them a discount*

Xander: Hm… *gives Elise very particular instructions on which roads are the safest, which polishing oil is Garon’s favorite, three bottles of water so they stay hydrated, and a light snack for the road*

Elise: Hm! *literally goes with Kamui, holding hands. Arthur and Effie are tailing them in very obvious disguises, riding bicycles*

Come Here (Draco X Reader)

Type: SMUT

Warnings: Sexy, thigh riding Draco

Summary/Prompt: In which the reader is horny asf, but her boyfriend Draco is too busy with his paperwork to oblige with sex…

Word count: 562

Anon asked: I’m not sure if you do smut or not or if you’ve heard of thigh riding but I was wondering if you could do a Draco thigh ride imagine? If not it’s completely fine I understand! Xx

Hello lovely anon! You made my day, I had so much fun writing this one (my soul is damned to hell, I am aware). Enjoy!

Request here!

DO NOT READ PAST THIS POINT IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH DESCRIPTIVE SMUT

“Draco?” you said, pushing open the door to his study, and pouting when you saw him hunched over your paperwork.

“I’m a little busy right now, Y/N.” he muttered distractedly, shuffling through some papers. “These reports have to be done by the end of the week.”

“Can’t you take an hour’s break?” you asked.

“No, baby.”

“But I need you Dray, my vibrator isn’t doing it for me. I want your cock.” you whined, making your way over to him.

He turned bit his lip as he cast his eyes over you, dressed in nothing but one of his old white shirts and panties, showcasing your legs and leaving your boobs to spill out over the top.

“As very tempting as the idea is, my darling, I’m too busy.” he sighed, turning back to his desk. “Maybe later.”

“But I’m horny Draco, you haven’t fucked me in a week.”

He spun around on his chair to face you again, studying every inch of your beauty. It only took a few seconds for the man to realise how badly you wanted him.

“Come here baby.” he said beckoning you over as he slid off his blazer and let it fall to the floor.

His shirt was tight, showing off his arms and his chest, and you couldn’t resist tuning your hands up it as you sat on his lap, hands traveling upwards until they were running through his hair, tugging slightly on the ends.

He slid his fingers into the waistband of your panties and gently pulled them off, revealing your wetness which was spilling onto his designer suit, and you involuntarily bucked your pussy against the soft material, accidentally letting out a quiet moan.

“Does that feel good baby?” he breathed, lips trailing your neck.

“So good.” you gasped, grinding yourself down on his thigh.

His hands found your hips as he kissed up your neck, guiding you to rub yourself on his leg, the friction of the material against your most sensitive parts making you moan in desperation.

“Draco, fuck.” you groaned as he ripped the shirt down the middle, revealing your erect buds.

“Come on baby. Grind yourself for me.” he murmured, his voice husky and full of lust.

You threw your head back in bliss, waves of pleasure coursing through you.

“Dray, please touch me.” you panted desperately, bucking against his thigh.

He obliged almost immediately, one hand finding your clit and the other on your hip, guiding you along. His hand on your most sensitive part was beginning to make you see stars, and you groaned loudly.

“Tell me how good it feels, princess.” Draco growled.

“It feels like heaven.” you replied, your voice shaky. “You always make me feel so good.”

“Damn right.” he murmured, lips finding your neck as he kept rubbing you. “Come on doll, I feel you, come for me.”

You pressed yourself hard on his thigh, and suddenly shuddered, feeling your orgasm wash over you. Draco kept rubbing and you whimpered as you came down from your high, feeling oversensitive.

“Dray.” you whined softly and he pulled his hand away, pushing his fingers past your lips as you sucked on them.

“I made you come, seems only fair that you return the favour, love.” he smirked.

You grinned and slid off his thigh, sliding down until you were between his legs.

Dating Cas Would Include...

soo I am almost done with this series. Please send me requests!


Also big thanks to @i-dont-need-no-bottombitch for her Cas girl insight. Shes Misha trash and my bes fren you should follow her ass!!



*him being flustered by just your prescence

*him being really shy at first and then opening up to you

* once he gets to know you, hes super sweet and adorable

* Teaching him how to do usual human things

* cute nose kisses

* going on burger dates

* going on dates to animal shelters to see all the kittens

* him always doing sweet cheesy romantic things

* like a picnic date but hes nervous that you wont like it

* laying under the stars and talking about life together

* whenever someone is rude to you, Cas uses words to scare the shit out of them

* cuddles. Just him not wanting to leave the bed in the morning

* whenever you call him he doesn’t answer because he thinks phones are dumb

* praying to him sweet things whenever hes not around

* okay but imagine you being unaware that his wings are wrapped around you during hunts or just when he wants to be near you

* watching classic movies and teaching him references

* you saying “ I love you” and him responding “ I know” while Dean looks dumbstuck because did Cas just get a Star Wars reference??

* tying his tie for him ( fyi this is one of my many talents I will probably never use in life)

* Doing research together

* showing him the wonderful world of music

* going on walks like all the time

* and when he teleports he often time forgets you cant

* “uh sorry.” and a cute red blush on his cheeks when he teleports back to you

* slow dancing to old romantic songs ( when writing this I had Cant Help Falling in Love and then I realized my mistake)

* letting you wear his trench coat when its cold out


Request a part 2 if you want!

Sam // Dean

Sickly

Originally posted by sweetly87

Requested: By my sick self. 

Pairings: Newt Scamander x Reader

Warnings: Sickly Reader, Newt being impossibly sweet

Word Count: 1,169

A/N: I am pretty sick at the moment, and sometimes imagining my fictional husbands taking care of me helps. Hope that you guys like this! Requests are open, so hit me up!

You couldn’t remember the last time that you had felt this sick. Work was a travesty today. You had done your best, but you had spilled at least half of the cups of coffee that you were supposed to take to the department heads, lost a few important files. Overall it had been an awful day, and your boss had made you stay over to look for the files. By the time that you got home, all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball.

You took off your shoes and changed into comfortable clothes nearly the second you walked in the door. You were about to make yourself a cup of tea and maybe lie down for a bit when you found a note from Newt on the counter.

“My dearest love,
Please do me the greatest of favors and take care of the creatures for me. I caught word of an abandoned family of Bowtruckles just a quick jump away. I’m sure that they and I will both greatly appreciate your continued kindness.

Forever Yours,
Newt.”

You held in your groan and searched your small flat that you shared, and finally found his case resting on top of your bed. You clicked open the locks, slipping into the familiar warmth that seemed to flow out of the case. You weren’t sure if it was actually warm, or if it just felt like home. Either way, you were not complaining.

As much as you didn’t want to lug the food around for the creatures, you did miss them if you somehow forgot to visit them. It rarely happened, but after work somedays, you crashed. You gathered the food up as quickly as you could, hoping that you might be able to catch a few moments of sleep before Newt arrived with the new additions to your family.

You tossed the Occamies their dinner, while also trying your best not to fall over from the exhaustion. You hadn’t slept much the night before, and Newt had even argued with you about going to work in the morning. He thought it wasn’t a good idea, but he was so swept up in finding new creatures that he must have let it slip his mind.

And on a normal day, you wouldn’t have minded. But after searching for the demiguise for the better part of an hour and arguing with the Niffler about where your ring was, you didn’t think that you could find the energy within you to climb the stairs out of case into your own bed.

You found a comfortable spot of grass and sank into it as if you had found the most luxurious mattress in the entire world.

Newt found you, hours later, curled up on the ground in his case. He had been looking for you since coming in the door. Eventually, he had decided that you must have gone out, and decided to take the only Bowtruckle that had been left, who he had named Pickett.

You were in the fetal position on the ground, the Niffler tucked closely to your stomach. A few Occamies had slithered over to you, thinking of themselves as your guards, which made Newt chuckle. After a few Attempts to deposit Pickett with the rest of the Bowtruckles- all of which ended in failure- he simply tucked him into his pocket before making sure that you were okay.

Upon initial inspection, you seemed to be fine, but Newt knew that you would not be pleased to wake up with so many pieces of straw in your hair. He ushered the creatures back to their respective habitats before levitating you with his wand, carefully and bringing you back upstairs.

He was worried that you might wake up, or he would bump your head on something, so the process took a lot longer than he had expected. He had originally wanted to Apparate you upstairs, but knew that it was unlikely you would be able to sleep through it.

Thankfully, he managed to get you upstairs and changed before stepping on a creaky floor board and waking you up. You sat up, confused at first about where you were. But then, you saw Newt frozen across the room, his back still turned to you. You chuckled. He had a habit of thinking that if he froze, his actions would cancel out and he could somehow acquire a redo from the universe.

“What do you think that you are doing Mr. Scamander?” you laughed softly.

He turned slowly, a sheepish grin on his face. You patted the bed beside you, knowing that even though you were tired, he was also exhausted. It was a longer journey than he et on, if her was following suit.

“I found you downstairs, and I knew that you wouldn’t want to wake up down there with straw in your hair. So, I brought you up here and thought that I didn’t want to wake you, so I just, uh.”

You couldn’t hold the smile that was growing on your face. You had been with Newt for a long time, but you had never grown unappreciative when he shared his kindness with you.

He sat down on the bed beside you, leaning his head on your shoulder, and you leaned your head on top of his. “Thankyou.” You breathed, savoring the quiet moment that the two of you were rarely gifted with.

“You are most welcome.” He said quietly, placing a small kiss on the top of your head.

You burrowed your face into his neck, his arms coming up to wrap around your middle. No matter how long you had been together, you still felt the sparks tickle at your neck when his lips met the nape of your neck. “Thank you for taking care of them tonight. I know that you aren’t feeling well.” He said, lips still where your neck meets your shoulder. “Speaking of,” he said, sitting up. You groaned at the loss of contact, obliging him. He pulled a small vial out of his coat pocket, rolling it between his fingers. “I’ll go and make you a cup of tea love. Put in a few drops of this and you will be good as new tomorrow.”

He was out of bed in a split second, and out of the room in a few more. You flopped back into bed, rolling up into a ball and hoping that maybe everything would magically heal. Was it that far-fetched? You were a wizard after all.

Newt was back after a few minutes, a steaming mug of tea in his hands. He handed it to you, before slipping into bed behind you, wrapping his arms around your stomach once again, rubbing soothing circles into your side. You leaned into him, sipping your tea, surprised to find it nearly perfect, although there was something that you couldn’t identify.

“Thankyou” you said quietly in between sips.

“I would do anything for you, love. You know that.”

Don’t Forget the Kid

I am a total piece of shit and I hate myself but this is a request I got not too long ago and I’ve just been way too busy to start it but it’s done now YAY! I’m not sure if this is what you expected and if not I’m sorry but I did my best! Hope y’all like it!

Anon: “Can I ask for a joker x reader request where the reader is a single mother then she meets the joker and he takes care of her and her kid” 


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The thumping and pounding of the loud music flowed through your veins. At first you were reluctant to come to the club with your girlfriends but being a single mother had really worn you down. Eventually they broke you down and convinced you to hire a babysitter and come out for the night. You danced, you drank, you partied as if it was your last day on earth.

“I’m going to get a drink,” you yelled over the music. Your friends nodded in approval as you walked over to the bar. You could feel the sweat drip down your neck and you loved it. You were having more fun tonight than in the 5 years since you had your son. Leaning against the bar, you took in and admired your surroundings.

“Pretty great, hey? Did it all myself,” you hear a voice beside you. You nodded then turned your head to face the mystery voice. Your eyes widened in a mix of shock, horror, and fear. The one, the only, the infamous Joker stood right beside you staring you down with an intense look. “Pretty girl in a pretty club. What are you doing here doll?” he inquired.

“I uhm I well my friends wanted to take me out. My son is at home with the babysitter at home so I should probably go home soon. Don’t wanna leave the poor girl waiting,” you rambled. You looked down at your watched pretending to be shocked by what time it was. “It was nice talking to you, I’ve got to go,” you stammered as you started to walk away. A cold hand quickly grabbed your wrist. His grip around you thin wrist sent shivers throughout your whole body.

“Mmm I like you, you’re not going anywhere.” He spoke with a threatening tone laced with a delicious growl. As dangerous as this man was, and as much as he terrified you to the bone, he was unconventionally attractive and it killed you. You disgusted yourself, how could I be attracted to such a psychotic, murderous criminal, you thought to yourself. He yanked you closer to him and you fell into his muscular chest. “You’re coming with me doll.” His wide, silver grin scared you but nothing more scared you than being away from your son. Alexander was only 5 there was nowhere for him to go if you were gone. Your parents had moved to Europe somewhere, he had no aunts or uncles that could take him in, if you were gone he was completely alone. The thought scared you to the bone.

“My son. I’ll do anything you want just don’t hurt my son. I need him, he’s my life,” you pleaded. You shut your eyes, astounded at yourself for conforming to his wishes. He pulled you to the back of the club, the VIP section you assumed, and called over one of his henchmen.

“Frost we’re going on a little roadtrip, get the car ready, we’ll be out in 5,” he said to the quiet man in a dark suit. The man curtly nodded and walked away. “Here’s the deal sweetheart, you come with me, do whatever I say whenever I want for however long I want and you can keep your son. You’re coming to live with me now doll and I guess if it makes you listen to me then you can have your little brat with you. But keep this in mind sweetheart,” he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up into his icy blue eyes,”you step out of line even once and the kid is gone, got it?” You nodded and looked down, accepting your fate. The screech of a purple lamborghini caused your head to whip up. Realizing he was opening the door you stepped forward, acknowledging the fact that this was it, you were picking up your son, some things for him and yourself, and heading off to a brand new life. Your heart sank as you realized how this would affect your son. He wouldn’t have a normal childhood, he wouldn’t play with toys and action figures, instead he would play with dangerous weapons as toys. You realized that this was the worst possible thing you could’ve done as a mother and you just prayed that your son would forgive you one day.

“Get in the car,” the massive goon said behind you as he shoved you lightly into the small confines of this car. “Sir we’ll be on all sides, in front, behind, and on the sides, we got you covered boss,” the man said to the Joker. He nodded and slammed the door as he started revving the engine. You felt the car push forward before you started zooming through downtown Gotham. After what seemed like forever the car came to a quick jolt in front of your home.

“Go get the kid you have 5 minutes or else baby doll,” he said menacingly with a smirk on his pale face. Your eyes widened as you hurried to get out of the car and through the front door. You had no doubt the Joker wouldn’t hesitate to hurt you because of your mistake so you ran to his room and threw some clothes into a bag, his favorite toys, his blankets, everything a young boy needs.

“Mommy? What’s happening?” A sleepy Alexander said behind you. You whipped around to see your precious child slightly waking up.

“Honey don’t worry alright? You and me are gonna go on a trip! You and mommy my sweet boy,”

“Alright mommy, love you,” his quiet words ripped your heart in two. You grabbed his hand and the bag and you rushed for the door. Just as you swung the door open you saw an angry Joker standing directly in front of you.

“3…2…1…” He looked at his fake watch and lifted his head up with a grin. He pulled out his gun and put it against your temple. You were shaking, terrified of what he would do. “You made it by three seconds doll. And next time I won’t be this forgiving,” he dropped his voice lower as his threat rang through your ears. “Let’s go, you’re already pissing me off. You just wait doll, Daddy and you are gonna some fun. Think I should punish you for being bad sweets?” he mumbled into your ear. You nodded in agreement, afraid of what he might do if you didn’t. “Answer me!” he yelled, startling you.

“Y-yes I deserve t-to be punished,” you mumbled, afraid to make eye contact. He growled in satisfaction, reveling in the fear that he caused. You pulled you and your confused son into the back of his fancy sports car and pulled his small frame into your side. You planted a brief kiss to the top of his innocent head and mumbled that everything would be okay.

After what felt like an eternity the car pulled up outside of a fairly large house, not really what you had expected from the Clown Prince himself. You were tanked out of the car, pulling your son along with you.

“Let’s go. I’ll show you where the kid will sleep and the real fun’s gonna start,” he said in a low almost taunting voice as he dropped his left eye into a sly wink. You walked behind him into the lavish space before you. You briefly stopped to admire the beauty of the house, very well decorated, clean, modern, all in all very nice. “Hurry up, I’m getting antsy doll.” As you entered a small room with a bed and not much else he motioned from the kid to the bed. “He sleeps here. Say bye and come with me.” He stepped outside the room giving you and your son some privacy.

“Baby I’m so sorry, I hope you understand one day why this is happening. I love you to the moon and back Alex. Never forget that. I love you so so much alright?” The tired boy nodded and laid down on the bed. You pulled the blanket over him and passed him his little stuffed teddy bear that you managed to grab from the house. You stepped out of the room to see the Joker glaring at you. He stepped in front of you in one long stride and grabbed your wrist.

“Let’s go sweets, time to help daddy out,” he said with a sick smirk on his bright red lips.

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You had been here for just about a month now. Things had gotten better with the Joker, he had started to acknowledge your son’s presence and he even spoke to him sometimes. It turns out he was almost good with kids. He was gentle and made sure to never put him in harm’s way. It was endearing in a sort of way. You and him had even grown closer as he had started to maybe even care for you. He gave you everything you could ever dream of and had provided Alexander with whatever his little heart desired.

“Alex let’s go, your mom and I are going to the park and you’re coming too,” Joker told him with his silver toothed grin planted on his face. Alexander nodded as J ruffled his sandy blonde hair. It warmed your heart to see him soften his tough guy demeanor for your son. When this whole fiasco happened you were terrified of what this meant for you and your son but as of now you weren’t regretting complying to his wished to go with him. He had given you a better life than you had ever had and he made sure to keep his work away from Alexander so he wouldn’t be faced with that at such a young age. “Mmm Y/N you’re looking beautiful as always.” His smile widened as he saw you blush at his casual compliment. This was your life now. Luxury and a man who although may not seem it, really does care for you. He stood next to you and leaned over close enough to whisper in your ear. “Y’know doll, I would go to the ends of this very earth for you and that little monster over there.” You couldn’t believe what you had just heard. Everything that he had done to you at the beginning, everything that he had done to terrify you, everything he said, everything was fixed now. It all vanished with those simple words.

Tessa Gray~

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Edit: and I forgot the necklaces… oops. Maybe I’ll add ‘em later