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Originally posted by wonhontology

Wonho x Reader

Warnings: SMUT. Face riding, slight spanking, dirty talk,

Word Count: 3,035

Summary:  You’re new in the neighbourhood, and decide to be a good person and go introduce yourself to your neighbours. Turns out that was a bad idea.

A/N: This is my fic. I’m re-posting onto my sideblog.


Being the new girl was tough. It was tough in high school, it was tough at a new job, and it’s still tough on moving day. You had just moved downtown into a cute apartment on the 10th floor of a pretty nice building. You loved being so close to everything, and the view you had made the hassle of moving up here worth it. You were still unfamiliar with your neighbours and neighbourhood, having only moved in a week ago. You took the opportunity a rare day off gave you to walk around and explore, as well as introduce yourself (finally). Baking wasn’t your strongest skill, but you tried, and made some cookies to take to your neighbours. You were glad you had taken this chance to introduce yourself, as everyone you met seemed friendly and kind.

Until you met 10A.

10A was the guy that resided in the apartment next to yours; he was relatively quiet, so you didn’t know what to expect. You knocked on the door and waited for the owner to open it, and when he did, you regretted doing this ‘introducing-yourself-to-your-neighbours-to-be-nice’ bullshit in the first place.

He was beautiful, and he was in nothing but a towel. His milky white skin still glistening with water even in the harsh lighting of the hallway, his damp bleach blond hair that begged to be touched, wide brown eyes that made him look both cute and sexy, and plump, pouty pink lips that made you want to bite them until they bruised, his toned chest and stomach that made you want a peek under that towel, he was too much at once and you were quickly becoming a flustered mess. Your eyes travelled back up only to see him staring back at you, eyebrow raised, head cocked to the side, and a smirk plastered on his face.

“You gonna tell me what you’re here for or are you gonna just keep staring, baby?” he smirked. You rolled your eyes, your earlier lust filled thoughts were shattered by the conceited remark.

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Draco’s Soulmate

so I saw this au where there was a countdown on someone’s wrist to the moment they meet their soulmate and I’m a sucker for soulmate and muggle au’s so I decided to write one! I might do one in Harry’s POV if y’all want me to. Enjoy!

3 minutes and 34 seconds. The nerves were growing inside him. Draco had always strived to look his best, however this morning nothing seemed right. Even though his hair was perfectly styled and he tried to look casual but not too casual (even though the man almost always wore a suit). Today he wore a white button up under a black blazer and black skinny jeans. Draco didn’t think it was possible for someone to feel overdressed and underdressed at the same time, but that’s what he was feeling.

2 minutes and 52 seconds. He was fidgeting in his seat. Draco had decided to enter a little coffee shop as to escape the chill that winter brought. The snow was falling lightly outside. It really was a perfect day, he only wished that he wasn’t overtaken by nerves. Draco took another sip of his tea before putting it down and continued to flick the side of it. The sound had seemed to calm his a little.

2 minutes and 12 seconds. It could be anybody who walked it. He jumped ever so slightly whenever anybody walked it. Could it be anybody? Draco was the gayest man you’d ever meet in your entire life, but did the rules of soulmates abide by sexuality? What if it was a girl? Would he immediately be taken with her? Or would he have to learn to love her? Or would they be like platonic soulmates? That wasn’t a thing. Or was it? He glanced down at his wrist again.

1 minute and 4 seconds. He decided to get up and go to the bathroom really quickly. Draco looked at himself in the mirror, took a deep breath, and left the bathroom. He hadn’t realised how long he’d been in the bathroom, but when he glanced down on his wrist there was only a few seconds left.

5 seconds

4 seconds

3 seconds

2 seconds

1 second… CRASH!

“Shit!” He yelped when he felt hot coffee seeping through his shirt and burning his skin. He looked up and saw an attractive man. The effect of his bright green eyes hindered by round glasses that framed his face perfectly. He also had black hair that stuck up in every direction, though it didn’t look bad at all.

“Oh god, I am so sorry.” He spoke. Draco swore it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. The man grabbed a bunch of napkins and started to dab his shirt. In the moment, Draco didn’t even realise he’d just met his soulmate. He also didn’t care how handsome this man was, he didn’t hesitate to give his snarkiest remark.

“Are you sure those lenses are the right prescription?” He snapped. His nerves had put him on edge and this just pushed him over. Wait, why had he been nervous? Oh yeah, soulmate. Soulmate!

The man chuckled lightly. “Sadly, my ability to look where I’m going is just as bad as my eyesight.” Draco suddenly felt self conscious. His soulmate, god this was his soulmate, was wearing black jeans that were ripped at the knee and a very baggy jumper. Draco had definitely overdressed. The man looked up at him and Draco had noticed their height difference for the first time. It was endearing, if he was being completely honest.

“So, are you going to tell me your name or am I just going to have to call you Soulmate?” He flashed a smile that made Draco weak in the knees.

Draco smirked. “Soulmate is fine, thank you.” He said haughtily. The man rolled his eyes and Draco held out his hand. “The name’s Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.” He let his smirk soften into a grin when his soulmate shook his hand.

“I’m Harry.” Harry’s smile grew and it reached his eyes. “Harry Potter.”    

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Happy tdov from your local trans insect whisperer

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What do you think college scully was like

she was angry. too smart for her friends and her intro physics professor. unfailingly loyal. serious in a way you could mistake for apathetic if you’d never seen her with her glasses sliding down her nose, laughing at the b-horror movie playing in her best friend’s dorm. she was kind in a quiet, intuitive way that made her impossible to predict. unexpectedly, desperately brave. all too-big the clash t-shirts and half-smoked cigarettes because she liked the weight (like a scalpel between her fingers, years later, except lighter) but not the taste. in some strange, kind universe, she trades her thrift shop leather jacket for her lab partner’s jean one with the worn elbows. he’s got a dumb first name and won’t let her call him by it. his jacket feels too big on her. it feels, tucked around her collar, like the messy introduction of warmth in spring. she settles down into it and stays.

in other, sharper worlds, she trades her tangled hair for a short bob and her jacket for a blazer that missy says makes her look boxy. but when she looks at herself in a mirror - just a passing glance before an interview with a recruiter for the FBI (in her head, it sounds over-pronounced, pompous) she likes the softness of her hair around her face, a pink tint to her cheeks that reminds her of the way bill used to pinch them, fondly. she loses the smokes and the clash after that, but keeps the anger. indulges her own softness, temporarily, just for kicks. buys scented candles and an apartment with a claw foot tub and re-learns how to pray. she has never been tall. she is not quite fully grown.

in this universe, in all of them, she always remembers the things she learned before she turned twenty-four: she can still quote the exorcist backwards and forwards and tie a knot in a cherry stem with her tongue. she can recite the periodic table upside down and high as a kite. she is slyly, wickedly funny. she loves like a weapon with the safety off: fast and sharp and absolutely deadly.

she forgets, eventually, the words to london calling. but she remembers, when she wears a black blazer or a jean jacket or a printed blanket around her shoulders, the anger and the posturing and the freedom of being unfinished, incomplete. she remembers how it felt to wear her armor outside her skin.

Let Me Taste Your Smile

Prof! Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: The reader and her best friend go to a bar on campus and see the gorgeous history professor and his friend casually hanging out. Makeout sessions and confessions ensue. 

Word Count: 1.6k

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Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

It was Friday, classes for the week ended and it was finally time to let loose after the grueling week of college. “It’s time!” a voice rang, bringing Y/N out of her studying trance. Her best friend Scarlett entered the dorm room and plopped down onto the bed.

“Time for what?” Y/N asked, turning around in her rolling chair to face her friend. Scarlett rolled her eyes and layed down on the uncomfortable bed. 

“Time to go to O'Shaughnessy’s! The new pub that opened near campus, I’ve been dying to go.” 

“Can’t you go by yourself? I haven’t even started my history paper yet,” you told her, pointing at the blank Microsoft Word document on your laptop. Scarlett wasn’t having it, she stood up and shut her laptop, earning a shocked gasp. 

“Get dressed…we’re going,” she commanded sternly. Y/N huffed and stomped the closet, it’s not that she didn’t want to go. She needed to get good grades to keep her scholarship…her parents always said that her education was everything. 

Y/N changed into a coral tank top and a light floral blazer. tugging at her black jeans she was ready to head to the pub “You look fine, come on,” Scar whined as she opened the door. 

“Phone and wallet?” she questioned.

“Already in my bag.” 

The pair made into the pub after a decent 10-minute walk, the inside was like any other college pub. Dark bricks, neon lights of beer companies hanging on the wall, and of course…dosens of college students looking for a good time. The girls sat in plush green chairs as they observed the scene, Y/N saw a large crowd gather by the dart board.

Many loud cheers could be heard from across the room “I want a beer,” she said looking over at the nearly full bar. 

Scarlett got up quickly and made her way over there, telling Y/N that she would be back in a few. The Y/H/C haired girl couldn’t take her eyes off the crowd…the person must have been really good. The hoard of people slightly moved away so Y/N could get a glimpse of the thrower. she realized it was none other than her history professor, Professor Stan. 

He gave his bearded friend a high five in victory, “Oh my god,” Y/N whispered. he wasn’t wearing his typical suit (which he looked hella good in) he traded it for a black t shirt, red bomber jacket and a simple pair of jeans…he looked so good. 

“Babe..you good?” Scarlett asked, concerned as her friend hasn’t blinked in a really long time.  Y/N whipped her head to face her confused friend, taking the beer from her.

Panicked, Y/N low key pointed at the young teacher “Professor Stan is here,” she whispered. 

“Well hello Professor Stan,” she nearly moaned, checking him out. But she knew Y/N was all over him, she recalled the countless times she would come home and listen to Y/N talk about literally everything about the man. 

“Scarlett,” she grumbled. 

“Sorry, sorry,” the blonde defended, “You should get close to him.” 

Y/N shook her head vigerously, no way. “I can’t do that, what if he sees me!” 

“There’s an open seat in the corner, you can stare at his perfection and still go undetected because of all the other people.” She hated to admit it…her friend was right. She took a large drink of liquid courage and sneakily made her way over to the chair. 

It was a good view, she could see him and his friend throw the darts, and the crowd made good coverage. His face was beautiful, the way he frowned when he missed, but it was even better when he smiled when he hit a bullseye. She longed to taste the lips of her professor.

She didn’t expect the crowd to disperse, and she definitely didn’t expect the man’s eyes to make contact with hers. He looked a little stunned, quickly giving the darts to the other man. he walked over to her. She looked up at him, there was something different in his eyes. Sure he had looked at her all the time in class, but that didn’t compare to the look he was giving the girl as he approached, it looked like he was on a mission for something. There was a certain fire hidden in the ice color of his eyes. 

“Y/N,” he spoke, making her melt into the chair, “What are you doing here?” 

She tried to keep it cool, with the alcohol in her system it made it slightly easier “I’m legal Professor,” she laughed. 

“Sebastian…please,” he corrected. 

“Sebastian,” she whispered. 

“Were you watching the whole time?” he asked, a flirty smirk on his face. 

Y/N blushed and answered, “Only for a moment, you’re really good.” 

“I had a lot of practice in college,” he laughed sitting on the ottoman in front of her. 

The pair sat in silence for a brief moment, just looking at each other, not being able to tell if the feeling was sexual tension. “It’s odd that you’re talking to me,” she admitted. 

“Why’s that?” 

“Teachers usually ignore students in public.” Sebastian bit his lip and sat up straight. 

“Want to get a beer?” Y/N Shrugged and stood up with him. The short walk seemed like forever, they couldn’t stop talking. This wasn’t the usual professor she saw twice a week, he was the ordinary hot guy in a bar. The one she wanted desperately to kiss her, touch her, have his way with her, just like in her fantasies. 

They sat at the bar laughing with each other, drinks in hand. “This is a nice place,” she said. 

“Yeah, my buddy Chris is the co-owner, he always wanted to open one,” he told her, pointing the man who was owning younger kids at darts. 

“No way! You must get all the free drinks,” she joked. Sebastian caught sight of her pink lips, he wanted to respond but his attraction to his student was beginning to take over. He had a lot of self-control towards her in his classroom, but now that they were out in a public setting, maybe he could have his chance.

“Most of the time,” he took a drink “do you want to see upstairs?” he offered, biting his lips again. Y/N looked back at her friend who was giving her a thumbs up before returning her attention back to Sebastian. she gave him a nod and got off the bar stool. 

Climbing the dark wood stairs she got to see the part of the bar what was still being finished, the pool hall. The man walked over to the glass windows, looking out at the street “I need to confess something,” he said lowly. 

Y/N raised an eyebrow “What is it?” 

“For the past 2 months I’ve had the burning desire to do something,” he started looking at her faint reflection the the glass. 

“Which is?” 

“Kiss you,” he spoke, turning around. 

Y/N almost lost it, her face turned red and her core started to get butterflies, he felt the same way about her. She stood up straight and found the courage to say “Come closer.” 

The brunette did what she said and walked up to her. The girl placed her hands on the sides of his face, feeling the stubble of his freshly shaved jawline. He closed the gap and kissed the girl with the soft pink lips. 

The kiss was passionate, his lips moving quickly against hers, he then picked her up and placed her on one of the pool tables, settling himself in between her legs. She broke the kiss and ran her fingers through his soft hair “Sebastain…shuld we really be doing this?” she questioned, out of breath. 

His face got closer to her’s feeling his warm breath against her lips “I see the way you look at me in class…you pay attention to me,” he whispered, biting her lower lip, then releasing it. “But you’re not paying attention to the lecture, you watch me Y/N. The way my lips move as I tell you about World War 2, you see my ass as I write something  on the board.” 

He kisses her again with more desire, his tongue fighting for dominance against hers. Y/N placed her hand on the side of his neck, pulling away from him. He didn’t stay away from her for long, attacking her neck with rough kisses and sucks, he wanted to leave his mark. 

“I watch you too. I love watching you bite your lip when you concentrate on your notes. Your smile when you talk to your friends, I want to taste it,” he moaned. She moaned back at the mild pain she felt, knowing it was going to be a large mark on her neck. 

Sebastian started to focus on the other side, taking his hand and pushing back the hair that covered her neck “I want you,” she moaned, “I always have.” 

“That’s going to have to wait until after the semester Doll,” he laughed, sex dripping from his voice. She threw her head back and pulled at his shirt. He re captured her lips and took turns biting each other’s lower lips. 

Y/N pushed him back “Am I more than this?” she asked him. 

Sebastian’s eyes looked into hers, the way he looked at her, it was truly believable “Yes, Y/N. During the break, I would like to be a true gentleman and take you on a date…far from this school,” he chuckled. 

“I will hold you to that, Seb,” she said, “Can we continue?” 

Sebastian placed his hands on her back and laid her back on the table “What ever you want, Baby,” he whispered, kissing her agian. 

A/N: part 2?
Lucky Four?

Characters: Dean Winchester, Wife!Reader, Sam Winchester

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word count: 679

Warnings: None, just fluff and a kiss.

A/N: This is my contribution for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge Week 9

Prompt: “Don’t listen to them. Don’t you EVER listen to them

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Originally posted by onetreehil

Lucky Four?


And don’t listen to them. Don’t you EVER listen to them!” You look straight into Sam’s eyes, neck craned up even though your pumps give you a few extra inches you’re still not at his level.. “You know what, even better. Do listen to them and do the exact opposite!”

“Y/N!” Dean calls you from the foyer. You turn around already rolling your eyes at him. He’s ready, waiting for you, standing by the open door holding your purse and coat in hand… And damn the man can look good in just a sport blazer and jeans.

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Kenneth Branagh interview: ‘Tom Hiddleston and I were always honest about Hamlet’

Kenneth Branagh has directed the theatrical event of 2017 – but there will be no encore, he says

Kenneth Branagh is bounding about on stage at RADA’s Vanbrugh Theatre in Bloomsbury, central London. As well as being one of the country’s best-known actors and a feted film director, he’s also president of the oldest, most prestigious drama school in the UK, and everything about his bearing suggests confidence and an ownership of this plush space. But at this precise point, he’s recalling the moment in 1979 when he recited a soliloquy from Hamlet – “Oh what a rogue and peasant slave am I…” – in front of the Queen and Prince Philip to mark the school’s 75th anniversary.

He gestures round the intimate auditorium, incredulous: “There was John Gielgud, Ralph Richardson, Edward Fox, John Hurt, all these people – and the Queen of England! I was about 19. Talk about learning to deal with nerves!” At the end, the Queen asked him how he managed to remember his lines. He meekly replied that he didn’t know.

In contrast to that daunting rite of passage, Tom Hiddleston – playing the Dane under Branagh’s direction in a special fundraising production at the school, where Hiddleston also trained – might be thought to have got off lightly. Yet he too has felt the heat this past month. A huge talking point, “Hiddleham” has eclipsed this year’s putative standout account of the part from Sherlock star Andrew Scott.

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