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Steve x Reader

Word count: 1308

Summary: Fluffy, reader comforting Steve… that’s it really

A/N: HEY guys!!  I’m sorry I haven’t posted anything in awhile, just nothing has been coming to be writing wise, but I’m so happy I came up with this story!! I really enjoyed how it came out and hope this was the beginning of a writing streak lol. Anyway I really hope you enjoy this fic <3

Originally posted by esgaroths

Walking onto the quinjet you where exhausted. It had only been a few weeks since Tony and Steve came back together and got the Avengers initiative up and running again. In those weeks you had had 10 missions, all varying in length and with those missions there had been countless more arguments. Everyone had their turn, you had yelled at each of them once most of them time to get them to stop arguing and focus on the damn mission.

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welcome to the avengers, buck (bucky barnes one-shot)

Plot: You’re a mutant with the ability to control the emotions and feelings of those around you. You’re also the team medic, traveling with the team and fighting if need be. Bucky is the newest addition to the Avengers, and you try to welcome him to the team. Unfortunately, things don’t go as smoothly as you planned.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: none but I maybe cursed?

A/N: i wrote this and posted it on my sideblog, but then I stopped writing there. so i thought i’d just bring this over here and leave that blog behind. i hope you guys enjoy it! pls remember that no gifs are mine. (also pietro is alive here)

It was a little over 11 AM, and you had just woken up. You walked over to the kitchen where Clint and Natasha were groaning and holding their heads.

“What? Did a few games of beer pong not help you two?” You chuckle and begin making coffee.

“I’m telling you, that was no beer. Tony probably spiked the beer. He’s the only idiot who’d spike an alcoholic drink with more alcohol,” Clint lifted his head and covered his eyes. “Why is it so bright, Y/N? Make it stop.”

“Beer isn’t that alcoholic. Tony always likes making the party games a big deal, can you blame him for making the drink more fun?” You smile and pour out two cups of coffee for the hungover Avengers. “And Clint, babe, it’s called the sun. It’s bright because it’s the day time and I can’t stop that.”

Clint grumbles as Natasha practically inhales the coffee and holds her cup out to you, pouting as though asking for more. You sigh and pour her another cup. Just as you hand her the cup, Cap walks in with a rather rugged, scraggly looking man with a metal arm. They stand at the doorway to converse and before you get a chance to ask who he is, Nat begins talking as though reading your mind.

“Bucky Barnes,” Natasha smirked as Steve continued talking to the shaken man. “One of Cap’s oldest friends and the newest addition to the Avengers. If there’s one thing you should know about him, it’s that he’s temperamental. Stay away from him Y/N.” She downs her coffee and continues. “And don’t mention his metal arm.”

“Temperamental?” You raise an eyebrow at the Black Widow. “There isn’t a single Avenger who isn’t temperamental, Nat. If you think that I’m gonna leave our newest edition out in the cold, you’re dense. Besides, he’ll have to take his final assessment with me. He’ll be top notch before you know it.” You pour out two cups of coffee and make your way over to Steve and Bucky.

“Y/N,” Steve smiles, relieved that you’re not giving him or Bucky the cold shoulder. “This is my friend Bucky. He’ll be joining the Avengers soon.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Bucky,” you smile at the handsome brunette in front of you. “I’d shake your hand, but I’ve got coffee in both of them. Here,” you hand him a cup and Cap the other. “Welcome to the Avengers.”

“The pleasure is mine,” Bucky spoke out hoarsely. “I hope everyone is as warm and welcoming as you are.”

“I hope so too. But the Avengers are a wild bunch. They’ve been through a lot, Bucky. It’s hard for them to trust each other some times. If they come off rough, please don’t take it personally,” you place your hand on his shoulder and smile warmly.

“What’s your place in the Avengers, if you don’t mind me asking?” Bucky smiles at you and Steve looks shocked. “Steve told me your name but not much else.”

“Yeah because she walked over with coffee as I was about to go into detail,” Steve huffs and you chuckle.

“I’ve got it from here, Rogers. You go brief the other knuckle heads. I can watch over Bucky,” you smile and Steve looks at you hesitantly before nodding.

“Stay safe you two,” he yells over his shoulder as he walks over to Clint and Natasha.

“So,” you smile and look over to Bucky. “I’ve got a bit of an odd roll if we’re being honest here. I’m a doctor but I fight alongside them when they need me. There’s not much to me, to be honest.”

“I doubt that,” Bucky chuckles and looks at me oddly. “I’m never really comfortable with anyone at all, why am I so comfortable with you?” He muses and you remove your hand from his shoulder.

“S-sorry, I-I guess that’s my fault. I meant to calm you down a little, and I may have put in a little too much energy,” you bite your lip and Bucky looks at you, confused. “I have the power to control emotions, feelings.”

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“Oh,” his eyes widen briefly before hardening. “So you were trying to manipulate me, to control me like THEY did.”

“Wha-no!” Your eyes widen at his last statement as you take a step back. “I would never be so ignorant, Bucky. I can’t control my power yet. Sometimes it becomes a little overpowering.” You give him a tight lipped smile and step away some more. “I’ll keep my distance from you, but feel free to come to me if you need any help.” Without waiting for his response, you walk away. You decide it’s best to keep some distance between yourself and the handsome Winter Soldier.

A Few Months Later

Bucky’s been in the tower for a little over three months and he was doing exceptionally well. He’d overcome all the physical hurdles almost immediately. Next, Clint and Natasha worked on his reflexes and memory training. He then had to work on hand-to-hand combat with the twins, in the event that we come across anyone else with superpowers. Now, it’s time for his final assessment: his mental examination with you.

You and Bucky started off on the wrong foot, and for the first month you did all that you could to avoid him without being rude. Eventually, he caught your rift and felt this sinking feeling in his gut. He got Cap to talk to you about it, and you realized that maybe you weren’t being as subtle as you’d hoped.

Soon enough, you’d show up to his training and his assessments. You even managed to get a smile out of him as you cheered him on during his physical examination. You eventually grew a soft spot for the scruffy brunette, just as he had one for you.

And now, he’s sitting in front of you, nervous as can be.

“James, please, I can feel your heart beating a mile a minute, and I promise that I’m not using my powers,” you grab his hand and try to soothe him, human to human. “This is not going to be what you think it is. I promise.”

Buck breathes in and out, trying to relax just as you had asked of him, but he could not help it. He remembered the room he was in when HYDRA was assessing him, and this is what your room reminds him of.

You quickly catch on to his quick glances and short breaths, remembering what you read about his previous assessments.

“Oh, crap. James I’m so sorry,” you stand immediately, gathering your clipboard and a few other essentials. “Come on.”

“What?” He looks up at you, confused. “We haven’t started the assessment yet, have we? Or–oh crap! Did I already fail? W-wait no, I–”

“James, look at me. Please relax. I promise your assessment hasn’t yet started. You will not fail this, I’ve got you,” you smile warmly at him and hold out your hand. “Trust me, please.”

“Oh,” he hesitantly looks up at you, your smile almost immediately calming his nerves. He grabs a hold of your hand and nods. “Okay.”

He watches you, his gaze softer than you’d seen before. You clear your throat and look away, but his gaze lingers.

“W-what? Do I have something on my face?” You try to remove your hand from his to check your face, but Buck doesn’t let go.

“No, Y/N. I just wanted to thank you. You welcomed me warmly the first day, and here you are: saving me during my last assessment,” he smiles and kisses the back of your hand. You blush in return and nod.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re back and better than ever, for yourself more than anyone. Now, come on,” you whisper and slowly pull him up. “We can continue this on the roof.”

He looks at you, slightly bewildered but still happy to get out of the small room. He stands and holds on to you, scared that you’d leave him if he let go. You two walk out of the room and you smile ahead as he smiles softly down at you.

You two step into the loud dining room and all heads turn to you. Almost immediately, a hush falls over the normally rambunctious group. You and Bucky stop walking and look up to see everyone watching you, jaws practically touching the floor.

“What, you didn’t see that coming?” Pietro breaks the silence, everyone else groaning as he brings back his famous one liner.

Do I really know you? (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Can you write a jughead x reader where jughead is a suspect in the blossom murder and the reader questions how well she really knows her best friend/crush

A/N: After a lot of thinking, I’m making the reader one of Cheryl’s best friends and a part of the vixens who happens to like Jughead. I hope you enjoy! Requests are welcome!

Do I really know you (Jughead x Reader)

When Jason Blossom died, You were one of very few that knew just how badly Cheryl was taking it.

Everyone else just saw her as more of a major bitch than normal. You did agree that she was being a bigger bitch than normal but you also saw what happened behind doors.  The way she acted around no one else. The Breakdowns she had.

You were one of the chiller vixens. All the other girls just wanted Cheryl’s acceptances and popularity. You had joined simply because Cheryl had asked you to tryout with her freshman year. You would do anything for your childhood best friend.


You and Cheryl were sitting at the Vixen lunch table when Ginger speaks up.

“I bet it was that Jones kid. I wouldn’t be surprised.” She glares at Riverdale’s resident loner. “I mean just look at him.”

A few other vixens agree and start talking about their theories.

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submitted by @sgarrett49 thanks for being such an amazing follower, hope you enjoy.

oh and this was loosely based on a dream I had a few nights ago. it ended much different than this one but for my sanity I chose this ending instead. Sorry if it sucks, this was written with a foggy brain so I apologize for any suckage that may occur. lol

You and Dean had branched off from Sam to take care of a quick salt and burn. The case had gotten a little more difficult than you originally planned, forcing the two of you into having to bunk together in a motel room. You weren’t complaining, you had begged Sam to stay behind in hopes of finally telling Dean about your feelings for him. So this fortunate turn of events was in your favor, or so you thought.

You knew things were getting sticky the minute you hit the motel entrance, a stunning, long legged brunette was leaning against the front desk. As soon as her eyes landed on Dean she put on a sweet façade that immediately flipped your bitch switch. You could see Dean’s interest in the receptionist written all over his stupid gorgeous face and he held an arm out to stop you.

“Hey, Y/N. It may be a good idea if we rent two rooms instead of one tonight.” he wiggled his brows at you and shifted his gaze towards the front desk, sending the hot receptionist his signature wink and pulling his lip through his teeth. You were seething.

“Dean, you know money is kind of tight right now, plus we have a job to do. We need to wrap it up as soon as possible and get back home to Sam. We do kind of have a few lives to save here.” you snapped, shoving past Dean and taking care of the motel room yourself. You couldn’t bear to watch the two of them sending flirty eyes back and forth with the feelings that you’d been harboring for the green eyed hunter.

“What’s gotten into you, Y/N? I can tell you’re pissed and honestly I don’t really care for being on the receiving end. I would love to know what I did wrong.” You reared your head in his direction, causing him to take a tentative step away from you.

“You want to know what you did, Dean? Fine, let’s do this here, let’s lay it all out on the table for everyone to hear. I have been sending you signs all week, at least I thought I was. I asked Sammy to sit this one out so we could go on a hunt three states away ALONE. I suggested we grab a room, ‘because it’s a long drive’. It wasn’t about the fucking drive, Dean. It was about you. You refused to stop at a motel, saying we needed to save money and we could make it back, but now you don’t have a problem paying for two rooms so you can fuck the slutty little princess over there,” Dean opened his mouth to speak but you efficiently cut him off, holding one finger up to his face. “No, shut it Dean, I’m not through. I don’t understand why, please don’t ask me why, but I have fallen in love with y–”

You were cut short by Dean’s lips colliding with yours. His hand wrapped around the back of your neck, pulling your body flush with his. You could hear the faint sound of his canvas bag hitting the lobby floor before both hands were buried in your hair. The kiss was desperate and needy, a sloppy combination of lips, teeth, and tongue. His were soft and plump, just as you had always imagined, a small whine escaped yours and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You could feel every emotion you knew he would never be able to express in words through the kiss.

Suddenly you were interrupted by the hotel receptionist clearing her throat. You both reluctantly pulled away from each other, breathless and needing. You glanced over at the perfect brunette who was leaning against the desk, a seething glare pointed in your direction. Dean cleared his throat and linked his fingers through yours before leading you to your waiting room.

“Sorry, princess. Looks like I’m tied up for a while.” He threw the receptionist a wink over his shoulder before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to his body.

Trading Spaces- Part 2 (Final Part)

Summary: Sam enlists the assistance of a witch to help you and Dean work through your issues. He’s not expecting that help to come in the form of a body swap sell.

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Word Count: 5600

Warning: body swap, consensual smut in the wrong bodies, smut

A/N: THIS IS PART 2 OF 2. Hope y’all enjoy this trope I’ve been wanting to write for a while! FEEDBACK APPRECIATED! XOXO

“Alright. Annoying habits is next on the list.” Dean stared at the pile of papers on the table, messy and crumpled, scribbled on, marked out and redone, spilling onto the floor.

The two of you had decided that a methodical, logical approach was best.

Well, you had decided. Dean had hemmed and hawed and shoved his hands (your hands) in his pockets and declared he didn’t have any issues he needed to work through. It had taken a few threats, and one loud scream of “I’m not staying in your body because you’re too fucking stubborn to talk to me”, to get him to admit that maybe the two of you should work together and figure this out.

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Summary: Nat does everything in her power to finally get you and Bucky together. 

Warnings: This is pretty much all smut: unprotected sex (please use protection), thigh riding, oral (m receiving), praise kink (kinda?). i think that’s it, let me know if you find anything else

Words: 3.4k

A/N: I finally wrote something! I have a few more pieces in the works now too. Sorry I haven’t been writing as much, but I am trying to work on that. Hope you enjoy. Send me requests here. 


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And All This Devotion (1/1)

Happy Valentine’s Day, @once-upon-a-captain-swan!

Hi, dollface! I’m your CSSV and had so much fun writing this for you. I’ve enjoyed our little chats over the last few weeks and I hope you enjoy the story. I tried to put as many little touches of you in it as I could. 




The knock came at 2:05. It was tentative, barely pulling Killian out of a dreamless sleep and for a moment, he thought he’d imagined it. Fuzzy-brained, he was a second away from chalking it up to a rattling pipe or noise from the street when another knock came, this one more insistent. 

Tossing the covers off and cursing as he kicked his feet free from the tangled sheet, he padded through the living room, throwing the deadbolt and dramatically pulling the door open, ready to give his untimely visitor hell while wearing nothing more than a pair of boxer briefs and a scowl.

The piss and vinegar was short-lived when his eyes fell onto the figure standing in the hallway. 

Her face was red and blotchy with strands of blonde hair sticking to tear tracks. A cheap diaper bag, stretched to the limits and overflowing, was slung over her shoulder, one of those infant car seats designed for carrying at her feet, the baby inside asleep. 

Chin lifting just enough to convey some measure of pride, her eyes wouldn’t rise enough meet his. When she spoke it was to the dog tags resting on his chest.

“We didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

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Little Belle

A few friends and I were going back and forth with many ideas of Nick being a dad, and we had to create someone for him to cuddle with, thus the little monster here named Isabelle.

And since we’re Wildehopps supporters, Judy would be her sweet and loving momma <3 (Of course, this would have to happen through adoption. ^^; But feel free to imagine, my sweets!)

Hope you all enjoy my little gift! :D 

Ravenclaw Playlist, a playlist by ravenclaw-headcanons on Spotify
Songs submitted by the followers of @ravenclaw-headcanons that remind them of our ravenclawesome house

So advent calendar day 24… here we are

A few weeks ago I asked you guys to send in songs that reminded you of ravenclaw and you all responded magnificently. So here you go, the completed ravenclaw playlist as decided by the followers of ravenclaw-headcanons

I feel the need to point out that I don’t really use Spotify and don’t have premium so can’t actually play the songs in order. I tried my best but if it sounds a bit off I apologise!

Anyway I hope you’ve all enjoyed the advent calendar- it’s been great interacting more with you guys and I hope you had fun! Enjoy Christmas tomorrow (if you celebrate it) and I’ll see you all soon x

I finally finished the commission for @kwamimusings that I spent WAY too much time on because I have no self-control !

Vibrator (Michael smut)

Warnings: smutty smutty dom!Michael smut! there’s a bit of possessive talk here and there but it’s not daddy kink! 

Requested? Oui oui, by the birthday girl herself! 

Word Count: 2.6k 


“What do you think you’re doing?” 

The first words to slip from Michael’s lips seem to slice through the air, a chill settling in your bones as you look up to see your boyfriend standing in the doorway. 

“Relaxing,” You respond, smiling coyly. You’ve had this planned for a few days, wanting to unleash the more dominant side of Michael’s personality and knowing exactly what you have to do to wake it from hibernation.

“Without any clothes?”

It’s now he steps further into your bedroom, tossing his jacket to the side. His emerald eyes seem to cloud, a deep lust filling his features as he carefully approaches. 

“Who needs clothes?” You shrug, risking a glance at the large purple vibrator laid out beside you. 

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Reader x Klaus Mikaelson


*Requested smut

Imagine: Klaus is overwhelmed with everything that is happening on his life, so he leaves you all alone to work some stuff out. Then, when he comes back, he finds you playing with yourself and decides to punish you in the best way he knows.

Word Count: 2144

A/N: may be the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written, so I hope you enjoy it. :)

“Klaus, wait!” You said as he stood up, leaving the bed. “Don’t go just now.”

The Mikaelson had been absent for the past few weeks and you could not blame him for that. With all his family problems, such as Mikael and Esther coming back to life, alongside his brothers Kol and Finn, and adjusting to his newborn baby daughter Hope, eh, you felt like you had no right to push him over the edge. Ask more than what Niklaus was giving you. Loneliness was a bitch, though.

“I have to, love.” The hybrid simply replied, a grin on his face. “You know I need to take care of a few things.”

You nodded, lowering your eyesight and sighing.

“Yeah, I know.”

“I promise it will not take long.”

“That’s okay, Nik, I get it.” You bit your lip.

The hybrid started to get dressed, taking no more than a couple of minutes to be completely ready. Then he looked at you, his blue eyes so intense they made your hands shake. You had no doubt you loved him. The kind of love no one truly understood. A gasp came out of your lips, which made him chuckle and approach you, placing a single kiss on your forehead. Typical Klaus. After that, he left without saying anything, just whooshing out of the bedroom. You took a few minutes to just lay there, alone, in the cold bed, sort of mourning his absence. You realised that it was worthless, though, and took the courage to get up. Since you did not had clothes on, you walked straight to the bathroom, wanting to shower on Klaus’ big bathtub. The thought of maximum relaxation cheered you up. That was exactly what you needed.

A couple of minutes later you were unwinding underneath the water.

Using a sponge, you started to rub your form, slowly, making yourself shudder. It was a good sensation and something between your legs warmed up. Biting your lower lip, you let your hands run free through your body. First, you touched your breasts, playing with your nipples and giggling mellowly, taking full pleasure by the actions performed. Then, you touched your clit, which made a low moan escape. 

“Oh, God…” You whispered. “This feels so good…”

Alongside a heavy breath, you kept going, this time putting two fingers inside your pussy. As you moved them, you started to tingle. You gasped and increased the movements’ velocity. Letting your mind fantasize, it went straight about being fucked by your boyfriend. His hands touching your whole body and making you scream like no other man did. You could spend hours remembering his singularities in bed. The thought itself made you bit your lip, squirming a little in face of your own thrusts. Your walls begun to clench and you knew you were close to cum.

Shit!” You felt the numbing feeling starting to spread across your toes and fingers, which made you sped up the process, just wanting to get over with it. "Oh my… I’m going to…”

“Well, love, you most certainly will not.” Nik’s voice, followed by his grin, scared you, making your hands stop immediately what you were doing.

“I just… Fuck, I thought you were going to be gone for awhile.” You babbled, unsure.

“I told you I wouldn’t take long.” He said, raising a brown. “But you couldn’t wait, huh? You had to go off and touch yourself. I strongly thing you should be punished.”

"Please, Nik, I really didn’t mean to.”

“I am sorry, Y/N, but I can not be merciful.” Klaus smiled. “You need me to be rough.”

The water was starting to get cold, but, between your legs, things were only getting warmer. And his words made you tremble and squeak. Finding a little strength, you stood up, so fast the water spilt all over the floor. But you did not care, nor did the man standing in front of you. He moved towards you, grasping your waist and pulling you into a kiss. Your hands got lost inside the locks of his hair and Klaus strongly squeezed you against his chest. By this point, his clothes were all wet. You tugged his shirt and he smiled, helping you to get it out. The touch of his skin against yours was wonderful.

“Now, what do you say I get my princess to bed?” He said, using the crooked smile you loved so much. “You still need to be punished.”

“Take me.” You whispered. “Right now, baby.”

Klaus grinned, shaking his head and kissing your lips one more time before you hooked your legs around his waist. He bit your neck and you gasped, struggling with the friction of his bulge against your bare pussy. The Hybrid smelt your arousal all over his jeans, grabbing your butt a little more harder and rubbing your clit with his hard length.

“Fuck, Klaus.” It was a loud squeal, which made you blush. “I’m so wet.”

“I know, love. That’s my goal.”

He massaged your waist and then threw you in the bed, which made you laugh, biting your lower lip.

"You have been a very naughty girl, princess.”

“I know.” You pouted. “What will you do to me?”

“I will spank that little ass of yours to make sure you do not touch yourself again. Not unless I say so.”

Klaus sat on the bed, pulling your body and placing you on his lap, not caring that you were still wet. He stroke your butt gently before giving a loud slap on it. You couldn’t help but scream. It felt sexy. Your entrance started to drip. How come with only one he would drive you to that state?

“Already?” His fingers traced your slit, feeling your juices, and you nodded weakly. “So tell me, are you ready to be fucked?”

He slapped your ass once more.

“Answer me!”

“Y-yeah, Nik.”

“’Yeah’ what?” You felt a tingling sensation on your ass as he took another strike.

“I am ready for you.” You whined, squeezing your legs together, trying to create a little relieve for the tension between them. “Please, fuck me.”

“Such a nice little girl.” He said, softly. “Why don’t you help me?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Suck my cock.”

You knelt before him and took his trousers off, alongside his briefs, leaving his pulsating length free for your hands to play with it. A small sigh came out before you took it in your hands, feeling the warmth against the tip of your fingers. Klaus’ grunted, feeling your soft touch. You spit on it, making the up and down movements a lot easier. Deciding it was time to go further, you looked directly at him, brushing your mouth on the tip of his dick. The Mikaelson groaned and you took it as a sigh you should continue. As you kept sucking and letting your tongue have some fun, he grew impatient and thrusted, without any warning, harder in your mouth, his cock going all the way to the back of your throat. You gagged instantly.    

Your boyfriend suddenly stopped and stared at you, his eyes filled with concern.

"Did I hurt you?”

“No.” You replied, shaking your head. “I just wasn’t prepared. Can I finish what started? This time with no surprises.”

Klaus nodded, letting you go back to what you were doing. You leant over, kissing the tip and teasing him once more. It felt good to do that. Punish him just a little bit for driving you out of the bend. While masturbating him, you stroke your clit, moaning against his cock. He grunted with the vibration.

"Y/N, didn’t let you play with yourself. I’ll do that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Get up.” You nodded and stood up. “I think it’s my time to have fun with your perfect little body.”


With a naughty grin, he opened up a space so you could lay down. Slowly, the hybrid crawled and unfolded your legs, kissing your inner thighs and making you shudder. His large hands clutched your hips, lifting them. Klaus darted out his tongue through your core, making you yell and ask for more. While he tasted you, kitten licking your clit, he put two of his fingers inside you. That made your eyes roll. You did not think you could scream any more louder. Klaus always had a way on doing this. It was marvellous. His lips were trained on doing wonders.

“I’m going to… Oh, my…” You knew if he continued it, you would not be able to hold on any longer.

“Oh, love, I want to feel you cum around my cock, not my fingers.”

“Please, Nik, fuck me now. I need you.”

“Such a little slut.” His fingers traced your slit and you groaned shamefully. “So wet for me.”

“Come on, baby…”

“How badly do you want me to do it?”

“Very much.” You squealed. “So hard I won’t be able to walk for days.”

“Well, let’s fulfil this wish, then.”

Klaus got one of your legs and placed it on his shoulder, making your core way more wide for him. By that point you were already dripping and could not withstand more teasing. Actually, anything now could make you burst. Your boyfriend knew it, that’s why he did not wasted time and just sheeted himself inside you. Both of you moaned, experiencing high levels of pleasure through one single movement. The Original Hybrid, after a few seconds just enjoying the warmth your pussy provided, started to pound in and out of you. This time he did it really fast.

“Oh, baby. This feels so good… I love it when you fuck me hard.”

“Are you trying to tease me, Y/N?”

“Sure I am.” He gave you a sharp thrust, which made you lose a breath. “Not fair!”

“It’s never a fair game with me.”

You smiled.

Sex with him was, aside the huge amount of mixed sensations, fun. That’s why it got you hooked. He stroked your nipples and, after carefully putting down your leg, he leant in to kiss your nipples. They were already harden due the constant shivering. Now the gasps were more frequent. You knew you were more close than ever to cum. A goofy smile escaped your lips and, while Klaus glanced at you amazed, you took an advantage and rolled your bodies.

“My kitten likes to be on top, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, I do, baby. But I think it’s time for me, oh, have my release.”

“So fast?”

“I need it!”

The tension built up on your stomach was starting to spread through your form. Klaus’ hands held your ass strongly and helped you get what you craved. You were aware the next morning you would be sore. However, that did not make you stop, actually, it made you go even harder. Then, the waves of pleasure hit you, making your walls clench and Klaus grunted. You could not help but scream. So far, it had been the most amazing sex session you had ever had.

“Wait just a little bit longer, babe.” He whispered.

“Don’t worry, I want to feel you cum inside me.” You kept riding him, in a fast pace. “Come on, give me all you got.”

It was his turn to groan and let himself go, cumming in hot spurts inside you. After a short while, he pulled you in for a kiss, a very passionate and steady one. You sighed, thrilling with everything that was happening on your body. Eventually, you left his lap and rested alongside him, just hearing his breath.

“This was awesome.” You finally said, your fingers drawing figures on his skin. “I should definitely piss you off more often.”

He chuckled.

“Yes, you should.”

“Are you okay, honey?”

“Why are you asking me that?”

“That’s so much on your plate right now… I just want to check.”

“I’m with you, that means I’m more that fine.”

“Just know I love you and I’ll always be here to support you. No matter what happens.”

“Don’t worry love, everything will be fine.”

‘Your mother and your father…”

“Let’s not talk about them in out bed.” Klaus shut you up. “I just want to enjoy us.”

“Okay. I’m fine with it.”

He stroke your hair and brought you even closer to him.

“Sleep, darling. You must be tired.”

You nodded and closed your eyes, catching his scent as you got comfortable on his chest. From moments like these, you knew why your friends were wrong by judging him. Klaus could be a maniac and a psychopath. But when he committed to someone… That was no person in the world that could be more sweet and kind than him. And that was the reason why you loved him and would never give up on your relationship.

He was your daydream.

“Can Confirm” [Daveed x Reader]

Prompt: If you’re still taking request can I ask for a daveed x reader? Where Daveed loses his voice after a show and the reader had to take care of him? Thank you, I appreciate it.

A/N: so it’s been like 20 years since I posted an imagine? I’m sorry my loves, I hope you all forgive me and enjoy this!! xoxox

T/W: having a cold?

A/U: modern

Words: 2539


You pulled your coat closer around your body as you stepped outside into the winter snow, rushing to hail a taxi to take you to your workplace. You had been off of work and on holiday for a week, and were excited to get back to your job. 

You were a dresser for a few of the cast members in the musical Hamilton, a job that doesn’t sound all that amazing but filled you with immense happiness. Being that close to the buzzing energy of an acclaimed theatre show made you tingle with excitement every night – and it didn’t hurt that virtually every cast member was incredibly amazing to both hang out with and to look at. You never understood how they could sustain enough energy for a two-hour show, let alone doing it eight times a week. Nonetheless, every member made you feel apart of the Hamilton family. 

You jumped out of the taxi as it pulled up to the Richard Rogers theatre, thanking the driver and giving him some cash before hurrying into the heated venue. You looked up as you heard someone laugh at you shaking small bits of snow out of your hair. 

“Good afternoon, Y/N. Snowing outside?”

“Very observant of you, Lin,” you smiled back, giving him a hug hello and answering all his questions about your holiday, before making your way to the boys’ dressing room to help them get ready for the first show of a two-show day. 

You said a few more hellos on your way down the hall, slowing down as you neared Oak, Anthony, and Daveed’s communal dressing room to catch the end of their conversation.

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Title: Heartbeat
Pairing: Josh Dun/Reader, Tyler Joseph/Reader
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Public shenanigans, minor daddy kink, shades of fuckboy Tyler, fluffy Josh, all kinds of stuff (and it’s only gonna get worse from here)
A/N: The sugar daddy fic has arrived. This is PAINFULLY long (8k words, god help me) This is part one of (probably) four/five parts. I’m super hyped about this, but I’m concerned it’s gonna be shit, lmfao. Anyway, I hope you guys don’t totally hate this.

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Some headcanons for @cc-kouga for @tfcsecretsanta! I hope you enjoy, I tried to combine a bunch of your prompts, plus some things from our ask conversations! I hope your holiday season was wonderful!

-No one ever expected coaching to be something in Andrew’s future

-They figured he was too volatile, too apathetic, a group of personality contradictions that couldn’t work well together.

-However, when his shoulder finally gave out after his ninth pro season, even though he had more money than he knew what to do with, he couldn’t just sit around doing nothing all day. He needed something intellectually stimulating, that involved few people.

-It was a late night conversation with Wymack that actually led to the change in profession.

-He had told Coach he was retiring and the response had been a gruff, “What are you going to do without people to enforce and Josten to wrangle at practice?”

-Andrew knew Neil could take care of himself, but he couldn’t imagine sitting around all the time while Neil left to play. And he knew the junkie would never retire as long as his body allowed.

-So when offered a position helping their team’s defense, it’s not like he would say no.

-Neil was predictably ecstatic about it and couldn’t wait to see their defense improve.

-Andrew turned out to be very good at coaching. He wasn’t encouraging, but he knew every other team’s stats perfectly without having to research. Therefore, he could point out offensive player’s weak spots flawlessly and tailor practices to train against those.

-Besides,  Andrew had long given up the dream of leaving Exy on the court and knew that their apartment was doomed to be all Exy all the time anyway.

-And if Andrew appreciates having a sleepy Neil near him and the cats in his lap as a support when he’s doing paperwork, no one needs to be the wiser.

-Meanwhile, Neil is the star for the team since he’s starting striker and was on the gold medal winning court team.

-At this point, neither of them talk publicly about their relationship if they can help it, but they don’t hide it either.

-The press makes one crack about “Will Neil Josten be as strong without Andrew Minyard on court with him?” and the next day there’s a picture online of him petting the cats with a ring on his finger. To this day, no one knows if it’s real or not.

-It’s one of the more amusing parts of Andrew’s life to be able to watch the media shitstorm occur and be able to just flip them off and leave.

-He also enjoys coaching because it leaves him out of the public eye more. They thrive off giving the press as little to go off of as possible.

-Neil had control of his Twitter revoked by the PR team after an unfortunate incident two years prior involving a former Raven, but the cats each had their own Instagram account much to Andrew’s chagrin and glimpses of their private life showed on there.

-A picture of Andrew taking a nap with Sir, King attempting to steal Neil’s sandwich…

-No matter their efforts, their relationship will always be a popular subject of scrutiny, so they end up being quite the object of public interest.

-The most interesting public scandal caused by the Minyard-Josten power couple is one day when there are photos released of Andreil taking Dan and Matt’s two kids to an ice cream shop.

-The press starts speculating on whether children are in the couple’s future.

-Neil responds with a sarcastic photo of Sir and King in a crib of dubious origin captioned “Our babies.”

-The theme continues for the rest of the cat’s lives with “First day of school” photos and other milestones.

-Whenever a reporter is dumb enough to ask if kids are in the cards, they receive a diatribe from Neil showing off wallet photos of Sir and King.

What would Got7 be like if they had periods?


Anon: What would the members be like if they had periods?

Hello Anon! I hope you like this :-) I based it off people I know IRL like seriously each person is one of my friends…I hope you enjoy it :-D Bisous, Flo xx


  • Very pouty
  • Puppy dog eyes
  • That one who doesn’t complain
  • But clearly looks uncomfortable
  • Rolls eyes a lot
  • Gets irritated easily
  • Binges! 
  • A lot!
  • Ya know, stereotypical wants-a-lot-of-chocolate 
  • Probably gains a few pounds when on his period

Originally posted by gotsevenwallpaper


  • Somehow horny af
  • Complains how they can’t do anything because of it
  • Smiles a lot
  • Too much
  • So much it starts to get creepy
  • #smilingthroughthepain
  • Literally its like he’d not even of his period
  • But really he gets bad cramps
  • And cries in bed in pain :-( (I can relate to this)

Originally posted by crying-in-korean


  • Emotional af
  • Over-exagerates everything
  • Cries at everything
  • Too sensitive
  • Basically avoid him at all costs if you want to live
  • Will cry at anything that’s too happy or too sad
  • Will get nothing done because they’re too occupied with crying
  • Weird because he’s never like that usually
  • Carries around a bin bag of used tissues 24/7

Originally posted by wanqkong


  • That person who uses their period as an excuse for ANYTHING
  • “Sorry I can’t come out today - cramps”
  • “Sorry can’t do practice - cramps”
  • Sorry can’t got to your cat’s funeral - cramps”
  • Secretly there’s nothing wrong with them
  • They just pretend
  • Gets everyone to do stuff for them
  • And buy a load of junk food for them
  • Will start “crying” madly if they don’t

Originally posted by markificent


  • Hyper af
  • Somehow gains a load of energy
  • Could literally run a marathon
  • But wants a lot of attention
  • Will call you up at 3am to ask you if you want to go to a themepark
  • You end up blocking him until his period has finished bc HE IS TOO MUCh
  • Very loud too
  • Will shout instead of talk
  • But doesn’t even realise so carries on lmao

Originally posted by mark2young2jae


  • Severe mood swings
  • Will be all happy clappy one minute
  • Dancing on tables, loving life
  • But the next, will be curled up in bed crying hysterically
  • Also gets bad migranes and cramps
  • But refuses to rest
  • If you try to fight him, he’ll get very upset (mood swings suck)
  • Also very stubborn
  • Thinks everyone else is an idiot most of the time

Originally posted by dailygot7archive


  • That lucky one whose life does not change one bit
  • Seriously
  • No cramps, migraines, mood swings, sassiness
  • Very smug about it
  • Likes to rub it in other people’s faces
  • But around others on their period will freak the fuck out
  • Like because he’s never experienced it,
  • He doesn’t know how to help what to do
  • Ends up ditching them and running away laughing at their pain

Originally posted by yugyeom

Shut up, Winchester!

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Dean being a dick, smut.

Word Count: 1733

A/N: So this…I am not really sure what to say about this lol. I had the urge to write last night, @avasmommy224 sent me a few prompts and this happened! I will bold her prompts just for the fun of it. This was my mind running wild, I don’t even know lol. Either way, hope y’all enjoy! As always, i am a new writer, feedback is welcome!

You and the guys had just returned from a twelve hour drive back to the bunker. It seemed like you would never get back home and therefore, things had gotten a little tense between the three of you; especially you and Dean. You loved the man with everything you had but sometimes he drove you batshit crazy! It was one of those situations where you were so much alike, sometimes it was a bad thing…today was one of those days. He had spent the better half of those twelve driving hours playing the same cassettes over and over, every time you or Sam asked him to play something else his response being, “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.” Most of the time you loved Dean’s choice in music, AC DC, Bob Seger, Metallica, and Led Zeppelin being some of your favorites, but even your favorites can get old. You slammed the bunker door behind you, Dean and Sam already halfway down the stairs.

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Iron Will (Part 1)

Tony x Reader

Summary – Tony Stark isn’t a man who takes no for an answer, even if his feelings for you complicate an already delicate situation.

Warnings – Tony Stark flirting (I really feel that should be a warning with the way that man flirts!)

Word Count – 1,240

Notes – This is my first attempt at a Tony fic and I must be crazy, causing I’m diving right into a series!  I had intended this to be a Oneshot to get my feet wet, but the idea got away from me and here we are!  I hope you guys enjoy this one!  As always, I appreciate all of your feedback and questions!!!

**So today is Thanksgiving Day (for my American followers)!  Obviously I’m thankful for all of my amazing followers and for the MCU!!  Enjoy your turkey and pumpkin pie, my dears!!!

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Series Masterlist


Originally posted by internethuzzah

The past few years had been a series of missed opportunities and bad timing. You had tried for years to work up the courage to actually come here, and then Germany happened.  You had thought you’d lost your chance, but recent events had given you hope again.  You had gotten up this morning and without too much thought, got in the car and started driving.  

You had called in a lot of favors to find out the location of the Avengers Compound in upstate New York.  You had been surprised to find out how close it really was to you.  That was just another reason to finally make your move.

You followed the written directions you had been given by a friend since the Compound didn’t show up on any maps.  You were sure Tony Stark had made sure that all records of its location were erased from any database.  You made the last turn, just as an armed guard stepped forward to block your way.

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Amends (part one)

Carter Baizen x reader

Notes: fluff, smut, angst, mentions of past alcohol and drug abuse, swearing. 

A/N: I started writing this about a year ago and left it alone after that. I was incredibly bored at work and managed to throw a little bit of it in there. For your information: the reader works as an optician (like myself!) but it’s not mentioned all that much. (I was actually looking for one of the most mundane-sounding job some one could do after modelling, and I found it XD) It’s been tweaked and improved (if I say so myself) and I hope you enjoy it! 

Originally posted by super-slick-imagines-chick

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes”

You looked up from your work to stare straight into the eyes of none other than Carter Baizen; fucking. Carter. Baizen.

Completely baffled you stared for a few seconds, but quickly turned back to what you were doing. The man had hurt you more than you could bare. The filthy rich guy who came to you, a former working class girl, every once in a while to have a little fun for some time; only to up and leave without a word when he found something better. Until you were done that is; done with the modelling lifestyle, done with the too bright spotlights and especially done with Carter Baizen. You decided that there was nothing more left for you in New York city, and packed your bags and high tailed it out of there to Europe, back to your home country.

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Goodbyes Aren’t Forever

Originally posted by sweetly87

Summary: All non magical people must be obliviated. There’s just one problem - Newt’s fallen in love with one and doesn’t want to let her go.


You never thought you could feel so many emotions at once. But right now, in this moment, you couldn’t count them. There was self-pity, anger, sorrow, longing, gratitude, and soaring above it all, and overwhelming sense of love.

You stand there, surrounded by friends in that lonely subway entrance. It’s strangely beautiful, this place. Rain is pouring outside, but the sun is shining. Moments ago, together, you had defeated an evil man. Hope is in the air, even though only a select few know why.

You’re watching Queenie, whose gaze is unmoving from Jacob’s form, now half way down the busy street. The emotions within the small structure are raw, and you’re all barely holding back tears.

“I, uh, I suppose it’s my turn now.” You say, moving slowly toward the outside world.

Newt takes a step toward you, his feeling clear in his voice and expression. “Y/N, please don’t-”

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