He never dreamed that he would fall in love with a woman who would love him back just as fiercely. He never dreamed that woman would agree to be his wife, and he certainly never dreamed that she would willfully bare his children. Sometimes, though, reality can be better than your dreams, and Ivar would attest to that.
A smile tugged at his lips as he watched his children play in the great hall, rolling around on the floor with their wooden swords in hand. The boys were only a year apart, largely due to Ivar’s insatiable appetite for his wife, and were constantly on a mission to outdo one another. He smirked when the eldest finally pinned his brother, stealing his toy weapon and then running off like a bolt with a victory screech.
The boys chased each other all around the longhouse, weaving between the other villagers and causing general mayhem wherever they stepped. It wasn’t until they circled (y/n)’s legs that Ivar panicked, his booming voice ringing off the walls.
“Alright, that is enough! If you trip your mother, not even the Gods can save you. Outside!”
The children nodded with wide eyes, quickly retreating in order to avoid their father’s scolding. Ivar patted his bound lap, beckoning over his wife with an amused smile on her face. She seated herself carefully, very aware of the bulging midsection that made everything more difficult than it should have been. He smoothed his hand over the round bump, tapping gently at the top of it when he felt the youngest of his children kick.
“You are too hard on them, sometimes. I wouldn’t have fallen.”
He huffed, too engrossed with the little thing still in his wife’s womb to give her a proper answer. (y/n) decided to let it go, watching her husband stroke and probe at her belly with adoration in his eyes.
“I want another,” he declared. She chuckled, raking her fingers through his hair and tugging gently to get him to look at her.
“You will have to wait until this one is out, I’m afraid,” (y/n) teased. Ivar smirked, planting an unexpectedly scorching kiss to her lips.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered, “it won’t take long. As soon as you have stopped bleeding from this one, I will have you full of my seed again and again.”
Please bombard me with Pining Sherlock fics. I need some.
You asked for it, you got it Nonny! This is literally my favourite trope in the entirety of existence. I have a tonne of fics, and I’m still sorting all of my bookmarks, so I probably still have more to add. I had SO MANY TO PUT ON THIS LIST, that I had to remove links to the authors, because Tumblr kept deleting all my links. So yes, over 150 fics here below, all from mostly Sherlock’s POV (@holmesthesociopath, this should help with your ask as well until I finish the list of Sherlock POV fics for you)!
Because I’ve been working on this list for over 6 months, please advise me of any broken links and I will do my best to find them again for you!
the thing is, even will swear up and down that isak is the sweetest boy in the entire universe, no matter how often isak denies it. he’s spent so long building up a facade of cultivated grumpiness that it’s easy for isak to dismiss even’s delighted smile when he spends two hours searching for the perfect flowers to give to even’s mom the first time she has them over, when he finds noora staring at old pictures of william on her phone and lets her sniffle into his chest, when isak takes an extra trip to the grocery store to keep his fridge stocked with a healthy supply of sour cream for even.
he’s sweet, and kind, and if the world doesn’t see it enough, that’s just a secret even will hold close to his heart and take to the grave.
“stop looking at me like that,” isak will say as he flicks even off, but that’s unthinkable, because he only looks at isak the way boys who molded the stars in the sky deserve to be looked at.
his best proof of this always comes in their moments alone together, when isak lets his guards down enough to tilt his head up to ask for a kiss, or takes even’s hand just to feel warm skin against his. isak tells him one day that he used to think he could only hurt the people he cares about, and even could tear down the world for ever letting isak feel this way.
they’re lying in bed, sleepy and sweaty from sex, when isak whispers, “you make me feel like a whole new person.” the fingers tracing circles on his hip are so soothing that even’s almost fully asleep, but he still hears the words loud and clear. “i just wanted you to know that,” isak says.
even keeps his eyes shut so he doesn’t startle isak, but he can’t help but think that isak’s wrong. this new, softer isak isn’t a product of even. he’s always been hiding there, underneath the hurt and the pain and the pretending. this is who isak is. this is why even loves him.
even squeezes his hand, so lightly that isak could’ve missed it. he tenses for a minute, but in the next second, isak is nuzzling his nose. even thinks that in that moment, isak finally gets it. but if he doesn’t, even will continue to remind him again and again, for as many times as it takes for isak to understand that they’re permanent.
Molly blinks at him. Touches her hair self-consciously.
Sherlock wets his lips, unable to look away.
“Am I…? Is it falling down?”
And she turns to look in the mirror above her mantle-piece, checks her hair. The thick, dark tresses are wound into a single braid, pinned against her head in an up-do that it is taking all of Sherlock’s will power not to pull asunder.
For the purpose of this fic, let’s imagine a world where male pregnancies are fairly rare but not unheard of. This fic has been a long time coming and it got so disgustingly long, I don’t even have an excuse.
Has Dean ever mentioned he hates witches?
He really fucking hates them.
But right now, he also kind of loves them. Because Sam’s hands on his skin feel insanely good and his mouth—god, his mouth.
“This is ridiculous,” Dean manages to pant when Sam backs him against the wall, just barely remembering to kick the motel room door shut behind them. “We’re brothers.”
“Doesn’t feel ridiculous to me,” Sam says between kisses and Dean has to concede that he’s right. The next kiss, complete with a bite to his lip, makes Dean moan embarrassingly loud. The way Sam’s body presses against him definitely helps, too.
He breathes, “Jesus, fuck,” and tilts his head to the side when Sam starts biting along his throat. “Okay, okay, bed.”
Sam hums but it doesn’t look like he’s going to move any time soon. He tugs Dean’s T-shirt up over his head and then sets to work on his belt and fly.
Sam grunts, “Fine,” and turns them around, holding onto Dean just as tightly as he has been doing, and Dean soon feels the edge of the bed against the back of his knees. He lets himself fall, taking Sam with him and tugging him on top of him. “Jesus, get naked already,” he demands and Sam grins down at him.
He rids himself of his own clothes while Dean wriggles out of his jeans, and they throw it all to the floor in a heap.
Dean has never even had sex with a guy and now he’s about to fuck his brother. How did his day get derailed this fast?
hc that the first thing otabek does every morning when he wakes up is pull the beautiful boy in his arms even tighter to him and kiss his face and hair over and over. it always wakes yuri up and he pretends to grumble about it but otabek can see the little smiles yuri is trying to hide when he buries his face in otabek's neck and so he doesnt stop kissing him even after theyre both wide awake
hc 100% accepted how DARE you come into my ask box with this beautiful content and make me feel this way i have so many emotions right now thank you for this im going to think about this exact scenario for the next five hours
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It’s been three years since they came back to earth, three years since they’d all handed over the proverbial keys to a new team of paladins. Four since they dismantled the Galra Empire, six since the whole wild adventure began.
Sometimes it’s still a bit strange to reflect on, like it was some manic fever dream because here they all are, living out their perfectly mundane human lives like nothing ever changed and everything has always been right in the world. A lot has changed, each of them bearing more than their fair share of physical evidence. A tangible catalog of every battle they lost and won.
Sometimes it’s just wasn’t cut and dried.
They’d been through so much together, too much maybe, depending on how strong they were feeling that day. It wasn’t just physical scars they brought home as trophies. Time helped though, and what time didn’t heal they still had each other for, and Keith had Shiro. Not some twisted illusion, or a clone, or an after image of everything he’d always been terrified of losing for good some day. This Shiro was here, palpable flesh and blood cloaked gently in charcoal sheets and highlighted with the barest sliver of sunlight creeping through the curtains.
This Shiro was his.
Creases on his cheeks, drool, pillow matted hair and all.
Keith remembers how strained he used to look while he slept, fighting through resurfaced memories when the night terrors didn’t wrack his entire body. At the end of it all, after everything they’d done under their paladin monikers Keith would get them too, chasing after Lance or Pidge or Hunk. Chasing after Shiro. Always chasing and never reaching. Those nights always felt the longest, clinging to Shiro as a solid reminder that it’s over that he’s safe. Sometimes it takes more, when the memories are at their worst and he needs to feel Shiro, be pulled back into a sense of security before the sobs will stop. These days it was easier, reaching out and tracing scars when his chest got a little too tight. Grounding himself.
He’s here. I’m here. We’re here, together.
Shiro shifts under Keith’s fingers, still waking easily. He grumbles, eyes squinting.
“Keith.” It’s almost a whine. “Fix the curtains.”
They stay in bed late now. No universe to save, no Garrison to report to, just the two of them, the shack, and the hoverbike. Shiro reaches out for him when Keith rolls back from the window, drawing him into his chest and pressing a kiss to Keith’s forehead.
“You ok, baby? It’s too early for you to be up.”
Keith gives into the embrace, fingers weaving between the notches of Shiro’s spine and ghosting over the map of scars he’s committed to memory.
He’s beautiful like this.
It had taken so long for Shiro to come to terms with his new physical reality, even longer to let Keith back into the aftermath.
Now Shiro smiles and hums contentedly, loving Keith loving him, even if he never ends up liking them himself.
Keith kisses him softly. That’s ok, Keith thinks. He knows he can love them enough for the both of them, and that Shiro will always do the same for him.
The Auror Department is instating a K9 Crup Unit, and Harry is the first to sign up. Turns out the professional trainer is Draco Malfoy, and he has to live with Harry as part of the Crup training programme.
K9 UNIT I MEAN COME ON!
“As soon as he reached them he dropped to his knees, getting his jeans soggy in the mud, and the puppies all lost their composure. They yipped, squirmed and leapt excitedly up into Potter’s waiting arms. His warm, full laugh echoed out into the crisp morning air. Draco opened his mouth to tell him off for not waiting for permission, but the sight of the puppies happily wiggling their way through Potter’s arms to lick any part of him they could reach made warmth spread through his stomach.”
BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD. PUPPIES MAN PUPPIES.
““…and that is why, to this day, they remain the number one choice for trainable companions of wizards and witches,” Malfoy finished, sounding every bit as proud and haughty as he had at school.
Harry nodded, not wanting to draw attention to the fact that he hadn’t listened to most of what Malfoy had said”
Same Harry. When there’s a puppy, all attention goes to puppy. It’s a rule.
Okay tbh this review will only be of me screaming about how much I love puppies, but if puppies haven’t convinced you yet, you’re weird and cruel. This is an absolute masterpiece, Harry is super hot and totally got the hots for Draco and it’s super cute and fluffy. And there are puppies.
There was talk about Harry’s childhood with the Dursleys, which is always something I love, praise kink (HNG), Draco has like a million and one jumpers and Harry and Draco’s banter. Just. Love it.
Summary: Phil calls Dan a slut during sex and Dan doesn’t like it.
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut Warning: degradation, dub-con Wordcount: 1.8k A/N: I decided it’s time to finally start working on the prompts in my inbox. I have no idea how old this one is, I’m sorry it took me so long.
If someone would ask Dan how his sex life was, he’d confidently reply that it was great. Him and Phil, they had plenty of sex. In the bedroom. In the living room. In the kitchen. In the shower. And not only did they have plenty of sex, they also had good sex. Mind-blowing sex. The kind of sex that made you come so hard that you’d feel boneless afterwards, needing a minute or two to catch your breath again.
Straight Shooter by nefariosity(E, 3,249 w. || Est. Rel., Light Dom/Sub, Military Kink, PWP) – Sherlock has a military kink. John indulges him.
Spoils of War by sweetcupncakes(E, 3,563 w. || Bottomlock, Military Kink, Comeplay, Anal) – John brushes his thumb over the gun’s slide, over the rear sight. Sherlock’s mouth feels too wet. He could lick John’s fingers, suck on them, bite down softly on that callus that is a direct result of John’s frequent need to handle the gun at all. Sherlock could do that, John might like it, really. Sherlock has been told his mouth is absolutely lovely.
The Prize We Sought Is Won by deathfrisbees(E, 4,610 w. || First Time, Mild D/S, Oral, Military Kink, Bottomlock) – Sherlock’s in love, or in lust, or both–unfortunately, the object of his affections is not only his completely oblivious flatmate, but said flatmate would probably run screaming into the hills should he find out. John’s been invited to a wedding–unfortunately, the groom used to serve under him back in Afghanistan, and requests that John wear a uniform he’s honestly not sure he fits into. Unfortunately for both flatmates, Sherlock’s got a military kink the size of Kandahar and John wants to know if he actually can fit into this uniform or if his eyes are deceiving him. It goes from there.
All the Girls Love a Soldier by Book7BrokeMyBrain (E, 12,951 w. || Military Kink, Frottage, Domesticity, Post S3, Pining Sherlock, Kilt John, Wedding, Dancing) – John is invited to a stag party and a wedding. The related accoutrement suit Sherlock to a T.
Bedroom Tales by Junejuly15 (M, 49,950 w. || Friends to Lovers, Through the Years, H/C, Military Kink, First Kiss / Time, Romance, Insecure Sherlock, Voyeurism, Post-TRF, Ficlets, Fluff and Angst, Fix-It Fics) – Bedroom Tales is a collection of John and Sherlock ficletsThey are set at various stages of their relationship and are in no particular order. Some are fluffy, some sexy, some angsty, there is hurt and comfort, romance and love. What unites them is that they all play in a bedroom, but not necessarily the one in 221B.