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Pounding Heartbeats // The Color Of My World Part Three [A Stiles Stilinski Soulmate AU]

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Relationships: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Oral (Male on Female), Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Virginity Loss, Cheating, Stiles Being The Fucking Cutest, Abusive Boyfriend, and Swearing. 

Word Count: 6,373 

Song: Heart by Sleeping At Last (This song is so beautiful in Stiles’ POV, holy shit)

Putting his hands on my waist and pulling me up with his strong arms, Stiles sat me down on the surface of his kitchen counter. Once he made sure I was comfortable enough, Stiles let go of me to walk over to his refrigerator. Opening the door to the freezer, he pulled out a frozen bag of peas.

“Sorry, I don’t have any ice so…” He trailed off as he approached me again.

“It’s okay.” I smiled, allowed him to push my hair back and place the icy-cold bag of frozen food against my still stinging cheek. Stiles’ eyes stared at me with concern when I winced at the slight pain, but stayed to let him keep it there.

“I can’t believe he did this.” Stiles shook his head in disbelief, hurt evident in his voice. “He doesn’t deserve you, Margaret.”

“I-I’ve never seen him so angry before.” I stated, my own voice weak as I felt the tears continue to fall. “He’s always been so sweet, I just don’t understand what happened.”

“It’s all my fault.” Stiles whispered, unable to keep his face from faltering. “I know how much he hates me and I was way too mesmerized by you that I forgot I was trying to steal someone that belongs to him.”

“Stiles, I don’t belong to him.” I said, bringing my hand up to his chin and lifting his face to look at me again. His eyes were in pain and I desperately wanted to make that anguish go away. “Do you know the Greek myth of how soulmates were born?”

Stiles shook his head and, letting go of his chin, I grabbed his free hand with both of mine.

“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with two heads, four arms, four legs, and two hearts. They were happy and extremely powerful. Zeus, fearing their power, decided to split them into two separate beings and condemn them to spend their entire lives searching for their other half.” I explained, my thumb brushing the back of his hand. “Stiles, you are my other half and I belong to you.”

My words sparked a small glimpse of light in his eyes and the beautiful sight made my heart fill with hope. After tonight, my story with Theo is over and now I can officially start a new one with the person I am supposed to be with all along. The small amount of time that we spent together made me realize that what we have isn’t exactly love at first sight — it’s soul recognition.

Stiles tugged me closer and my hand pressed against his warm chest, preparing myself for what was coming next. I felt his heartbeat underneath my touch, the thunderous, rapid pounding bringing a smile on my lips in amusement. Our breaths mingled together as we stared at each other, both of us a little unsteady. Hunger glowed in his golden eyes, his hand lowering the bag of peas and putting it on the counter beside me.

Looking down at his lips for the slightest second before closing my eyes all together, I slowly leaned in. I felt like I would regret kissing him so soon if I did, but I knew that I would regret it even more if I didn’t. With my heart pounding against my chest, much like his, I could feel Stiles’ breath pick up as our faces inched closer together. We took our time to just enjoy the drumroll of our upcoming kiss, allowing the sexual tension to take over the air.

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Experiment - Request

Requested by @newts-fan-case:  So could you do a Sherlock x Reader were she is riding his face? (Lol I’m a sinner but I ain’t sorry) like for an experiment ‘cause Sherlock thinks a person can’t get aroused just by giving pleasure to someone else, but he is wrong and yeah ;) 
& Anon:  Hi! Can I request a smut one shot with Sherlock where he wants to try have the reader sit on his face and eat her out and she’s shy & a bit self conscious with her body and he makes sure he makes her see Stars (with a little fkuff)? Thank you! 💞

Summary: ^^ That.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 2,055

Warnings: Smut - face riding - and self-consciousness (just a little bit).

A/N: God bless the sinners.

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“It just can’t be… It’s impossible…” Sherlock mumbled as he walked upstairs.

“What’s impossible?” (Y/N) inquired without looking up.

“Sherlock thinks a person can’t get aroused by giving pleasure to another.” Watson explained tiredly.

“Why would anyone get aroused if they’re not receiving the proper stimulation?” The consultant detective exclaimed.

“Because…” Watson sighed heavily, “I won’t explain it to you again. You have to live it to get it.”

Sherlock groaned and stormed to his room. John shared an annoyed glance with (Y/N) and left.

She was impressed that none of them asked why she was there, but then again, both knew she was very concerned about their current case, so maybe it wasn’t that weird. Therefore, she kept doing her research – in Sherlock’s computer – until he went out of his room.

“What are you doing here?” He inquired.

“Case.” She replied nonchalantly.

“Good.” He gulped and stood there awkwardly.

“Do you want me to leave?” She asked, still not looking up at him.

“No.” He said, “Actually I…”

“You…”

“I want to do an experiment and I think you’ll be a great help.” He spoke quickly. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve sworn he was nervous.

“Sure, what is it? Head exploding? Eye-ball tea tasting?”

“No, none of that.” He interrupted. (Y/N) was ignoring him – she was too focused on the computer’s screen – which made it a lot harder for him to ask what he needed to ask.

“Then what is it?” She asked once more.

“It’s… Complicated.” She sighed heavily and looked at him for a second.

“Everything with you is complicated; I think I got used to it already.” And with that she turned to the computer again.

Sherlock took a deep breath before blurting out his request. “I need you to ride my face.”

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You snore when you sleep on your back. You have matching freckles on your left eyelid and bottom lip. I trace my fingers over them and kiss them softly.

Sometimes I worry that this is a dream I’ll inevitably wake up from. I’ll wake up in my bed alone and you’ll wake up in your bed with somebody else and everything we’ve had will disappear. It’s the worst idea, but sometimes, in the moments where I’m being difficult and you handle me effortlessly and with grace, I give it thought because it’s easier to believe I’m in a dream than to believe someone like you chooses me on my worst days.

I almost lost you last night. You were so relaxed that you stopped breathing and they had to force oxygen into your lungs. I told you I would marry you in Vegas because I couldn’t lose you, not now, and you said no, and I would have been mad had I not been self-aware. I brushed it off as being over emotional, but here is the truth:

You put the stars in my sky. Each corner of my life is a bit brighter now that you’re around, and when you come home, everything sparkles. It’s like the stars shine in your presence because they, too, are mesmerized by the man who calls me baby and kisses me ‘hello.’ The earth stops spinning when you look at me - I can feel the ground stop moving and the earth fall a little off-kilter on its axis. Your smile could freeze time.

You’re sleeping quietly next to me and I worry each time you take a little too long to breathe in. But you’re okay. I’ll hold you tomorrow and dig my fingernails into your back as a reminder to never scare me again. You’ll give me a million-dollar smile and I’ll fall in love for the fourth time that day. You’re okay. We’re okay.


And Vegas is always there if you change your mind.

—  cut scene: “nicholas”
Woods of Chaos

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 2025

Warnings: “Scary to Sexy to Cute and Cuddly” and NSFW gifs…

@deanwinnchesterisbae asked “Could you do a one shot where reader is having an anxiety attack and Bucky helps her and they realise their feelings for eachother, fluff and smut(?) ensues, etc. Just super cute and cuddly and sexy? Thank you so much! I hope you do good on your exams or papers or whatever you have to do if you haven’t already taken them. ❤”

A/N: Mentions of anxiety attack so if that makes you uncomfortable, please leave now! Don’t want to make anyone feel horrible. Thank you and enjoy. Also, if you have any tips on writing better smut, do let me know. Please!!!

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Mike is so embarrassed wearing his halloween costume again, and especially in front of Eleven. Of course Eleven does not notice his embarrassment because she is too mesmerized by him.

THEY’RE JUST SO PURE AND BEAUTIFUL OKAY.

It’s cool, we’re just

I should really be doing some requests but this was one of the things I had written while I was bored in class so I simply wanted to share this with everyone! Don’t worry, guys! Your requests will be filled and posted as soon as I can! 

I can’t promise to always post a lot every day but I am going to try my hardest because I have a lot of commitments going on right now! So updates might be really scarce and sometimes, I might only even post one or two requests but no worries, I am going to try harder to fill in the requests! Anyways, that aside, hope you enjoy this!

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Originally posted by tomhollandhollaatme

Peter drags you in to the living room, his hand entwined with yours as he pulls the both of you towards the sofa before flopping on it, pulling you to him so that he can wrap his arms around you. Ned rolls his eyes, nudging MJ who is sitting beside him. MJ scoffs, shooting Peter a knowing look that he gladly ignores.

You lean back when Peter tightens his hold on you, giggling quietly to yourself as you made yourself comfortable in his arms. The sound of MJ pretending to gag and Ned clicking his tongue causes the two of you to look at the other two who are sitting across of you. Peter raises one of his eyebrows while you tilt your head to the side.

“Just friends.” MJ scoffs, giving the both of you a pointed look, causing you to flush at the implication and the sudden realization of how misleading your actions with Peter can be. Ned nods his head in agreement as he pauses his game, turning to stare at the both of you.

“I don’t do any of those with my friends.” Ned points out and Peter furrows his eyebrows as he stares at his two friends, wiling them to shut up. He tightens his arms around you, pressing his nose to your hair. Now that Ned and MJ have made you very well aware of how close Peter and you are sitting together, you are starting to feel rather embarrassed.

“Jealous?” Peter shoots back, narrowing his eyes at his two friends. Ned shrugs his shoulders, pretending to zip his mouth and throwing away the zipper. He turns back to continue playing his game. Just as Peter is about to talk to you, MJ speaks up.

“That’s rich, Parker; aren’t you the one that wouldn’t tell a certain someone that he is hopelessly in love with her?” MJ shoots, challenging Peter but her words cause the both of you to tense. Peter’s sharp intake of breath overlaps with your gasp. Ned stares at MJ in shock and nudges her slightly, catching MJ by surprise and she finally realizes what she had just said to the both of you. She stares at the two of you in shock, almost looking apologetic.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Peter grits out as he pulls away from your hair. You quickly pull yourself from his hold and get up from the sofa. Your face feels very warm and you know even without looking in the mirror that your entire face is probably red. Your ears are warm too.

“Y-yeah, Peter’s right.” You sputter as you made your way through the living room towards the door. “We are just friends.” You pull the door open, ignoring the panicked looks all three of them have exchanged and close the door behind you. You stand in the corridor, letting out a huge sigh. You didn’t think your feelings for Peter had been that transparent; you have always made sure to keep a tight lid on your feelings. You let out a small dissatisfied goran as you lean back against the wall. Things are going to be so awkward; “Why did you leave the room, Y/N?” You grumble to yourself.

“Y/N, WAIT – oh.” Peter bursts through the door, stopping abruptly when he realizes that you are right beside the door. He stumbles forward when the door hits his back and he stares at you. “Hi.” He says sheepishly, closing the door behind him.

You can’t help but smile despite what had happened in the room. “Hi.” You tuck your hair behind your ear.

“So, um, I just – I don’t want you to – you know,” Peter trails off, combing his fingers through his hair. He drops his hand and takes a step forward, trapping you between the wall and him. “I am so sorry that my friends are idiots?” He looks at you, willing for you to look at him and tell him that everything’s fine – that the two of you are fine.

You finally look at Peter to give him a small smile that quickly drops when you realize just how close Peter is standing. “Lovable idiots though.” You murmur and Peter chuckles as he nods his head. There really is no denying that; as much as Ned and MJ love to pick on him, Peter still loves them and his life would probably be dull without their constant teasing.

“MJ wasn’t supposed to say that.” Peter wraps his fingers around your wrist causing you to glance at your joined hands. Peter steps closer and by the time you look up, Peter is almost an inch away from your face and your breath hitches as you stare directly in his beautiful, brown eyes.

“What wasn’t?” You ask him absently – his eyes are just too mesmerizing and you have always known deep down that Peter has really beautiful eyes and despite always being close to Peter; this is actually the first time you have ever had the chance to really look at him in the eyes.

Peter shrugs his shoulders as he leans in closer and you can feel your heart beat in your throat. You wet your lips and Peter’s eyes seem to linger a little bit too long. “I’m in love with you.” He says softly and just as Peter is about to lean forward to press his lips against yours, the door slams open and MJ and Ned are standing there looking at the two of you smugly.

Peter groans and drops his head to your shoulder, causing you to laugh despite being embarrassed yet again – this time for all the right reasons. “Guys, seriously?”

“Just friends, huh.”

Bowtruckles and Their Trees

Newt Scamander x Reader

Disclaimer: This is so fluffy your teeth might rot. Read at your own sugary risk. <3
It was also only supposed to be like a tiny oneshot. It became an essay.
Not even mad.
Enjoy ;)
- K


“You have a bowtruckle in your pocket.”

Newt halts in his fiddling with the locks of his case and looks up at you through the wispy, caramel hair covering his eyes. You’re perched on one of Tina and Queenie’s dining room chairs, which you had dragged into the living room when the four of you and Jacob met in the living room earlier that evening. Newt had offered his seat on the plush lounge to you, but you had refused, telling him you could handle a conversation without a cushion, thank you very much.

Your tight-clad legs are daintily crossed at the ankles under your chair, and you lean forward slightly as you consider Newt, or, more specifically, Pickett, who is huddled shyly behind his neck. Only the top of his head and his little eyes can be seen as he peers at you, and you smile sweetly. Your perfectly curled, shoulder-length (h/c) locks frame your face and flutter like curtains in the breeze when you move. Your visage is curious, and after analyzing you for a moment, Newt realizes that you’ve never seen a bowtruckle before. The corner of his mouth flips up into a fond smirk at the thought. 

“That I do,” he responds, shifting in his crouch as he finishes locking up his case. 

“Why?”

Newt blinks in surprise at the bluntness of your question and tilts his head to look up at you fully. Your (e/c) eyes meet his inquisitively, and he looks away before you can see his face flush. He rolls out of his crouch with a sigh so he’s sitting on the ground, legs propped in front of him. “Well,” he starts. “I have bowtruckles in my case, but Pickett has what Queenie calls ‘attachment issues.’”

You raise your eyebrows and smile amusedly. “Attachment issues,” you repeat blankly. 

Newt backtracks, eyes flicking to the ceiling as he thinks of a way to explain. He holds his hand up in front of his shoulder so Pickett can wrap one of his little limbs around his thumb and pull himself up. Once he’s standing on his palm and facing him, Newt runs a finger over the top of his head. “He doesn’t like his tree.”

You chuckle softly, leaning forward even more to get a closer look. Pickett shies away slightly, blinking up at you with caution. “But aren’t bowtruckles guardians of their trees?” Newt nods, and you laugh again. “Why doesn’t he like it?” 

Newt shifts so he’s cradling Pickett in both of his hands and sits up, crossing his legs. He regards you with a small grin, green eyes twinkling with mischief. “He says the other bowtruckles bully him, but actually he’s just sensitive.” 

He whispers the last part as if it’s a secret, and you laugh again. Pickett whirls around to glare adorably at his keeper, who frowns right back down at him. “What? You and I both know it’s true.” Pickett blows a raspberry, and Newt rolls his eyes. “Again, that behavior is so beneath you.”

You snicker and slide off of your chair and onto the ground, leaning next to Newt on one hip with both of your legs folded on top of each other. Although you keep a respectable distance between the two of you, when you settle next to him, the magizoologist flushes bright red from the tip of his ears to his chest. He’s glad you’re too occupied with mesmerizing Pickett to notice–The little creature shied away a little more when you moved closer, but now he watches in fascination as you conjure flowers about the size of the pads of his fingers out of the tip of your wand. They float serenely to the floor one after the other, and Pickett watches them all the way down.

“So,” you shoot a baby blue flower across the room, causing Pickett to spin around in search for it, “Does that make you Pickett’s tree?”

Newt whips his head around to look at you, his mesmerizing green eyes wide with surprise at your question. “What?” he splutters.

You grin at his reaction and unthinkly magick an array of tiny, yellow flowers to rain around Pickett, some of which land in Newt’s hands. “Like I said, bowtruckles live to guard their trees. And if Pickett is always with you…” You turn your head to look at him with a teasing smile, “that makes you his tree.”

Newt gapes at you, jaw moving slightly as he tries to conjure up something to respond with. What does one say when a beautiful woman compares you to a tree? He swallows to clear his dry mouth and mumbles: “I suppose it does.”

Your lips spread into a wide smile and you snicker giddily at the still nearly-baffled look on your new friend’s face. At this point, Pickett has climbed up the lapels of Newt’s collared, white shirt, perched on the collarbone furthest away from you, as he’s still wary. You look away from Newt and back at the creature, but the mesmerized man doesn’t move his head an inch. He gazes at you affectionately as you twirl your fingers in a “hello” at Pickett. Your nose crinkles when you smile, and Newt’s mouth twitches up once again at the observation, this time with a glint of his teeth shining through.

A breathy laugh slips through his lips when you raise your wand and resume your flower shower. Your easygoing smile evaporates when you look up and see the way Mr. Scamander is looking you. You’ve only known him a couple of days, but from what you’ve seen, he’s never held a significant amount of eye contact with anyone. You wouldn’t describe him as shifty, but he tends to keep his head bowed with his eyes only coming up for certain moments of eye contact.

When he’s up close, you can see that his forest green eyes have little flecks of golden-brown in them. You find yourself searching his eyes for every last one of those beautiful imperfections while he gazes down into yours, his eyes soft as he beholds you as if for the first time. 

His eyes flick down to your lips briefly before they rise back up to look at you again. Your cheeks flame up at the minuscule motion and you look down at your lap, seeing Newt doing the same out of the corner of your eye. Your fingers tap your knees idly, thoughts about what just occurred racing through your head so quickly that you can’t begin to even process them.

“Miss (l/n)?” Newt’s quiet, husky voice penetrates your being, and you barely suppress a shiver. You look up at him through your lashes to let him know you heard him. His eyes falter from his lap to your eyes and then back, and he smiles bashfully. “Would you like to meet the rest of the creatures?”

A soft, but still-shy smile spreads across your face. “I’d like that.”

A full-out grin breaks across Newt’s face and he scrambles to his feet, gently pushing Pickett up so he’s perched on his shoulder. He holds out a hand to you and you smile, allowing him to pull you to your feet. Neither of you are quick to let go of the other’s hand. You like the feel of his worked, calloused hand in yours. 

He’s the one who lets go first, but only to crouch down and flip the locks of his battered case open. He prys open the top, letting the top end fall to the opposite side of the floor with a thump. He stands back up to his full height and huffs out a breath. You tilt your head up and look at him curiously as he looks back down at you. His lips quirk up into a subtle smile. “Ready?” he asks.

Your heart flutters, and you feel like the lightness of your chest is about to lift you off of the ground. You nod fondly. “Ready.”


Jacob steps over the Goldstein’s threshold with a relieved groan, taking the door with him so Queenie can step through behind him. His eyebrows raise as they scan the living room, jaw dropping slightly and lips drawing over his teeth in confusion. “What the hell?” he exclaims.

“What?” Queenie chirps, bouncing clumsily into the flat after him. She catches Jacob’s shoulder to stop herself, and her blue eyes widen as she takes in the living room. “Oh, dear.”

When she, Jacob, and Tina had left a couple hours before, the Goldstein’s living area was meticulously clean (thanks to the elder of the sisters). Now, what seems like hundreds of tiny flowers lay scattered across the carpet. Most of them are concentrated just around Newt’s closed case. It looks like a meadow exploded.

Jacob closes the door behind the pixie-like woman as she walks further into the room, doing her best not to step on the tiny blossoms. “We’re lucky Teeny got called in,” she chimes. “She would not have been happy to see this.” She tilts her head back at Jacob when she senses his still-prominent what the hell happened? thoughts. “It’s a simple spell, really, conjuring flowers.” She snorts softly and then giggles, returning to her examination of their sitting area-turned-field. “I just don’t know why either of them woulda done it.”

Jacob spins around slowly, his face still comically scrunched up. “Where are they?”

Queenie squints. “I don’t know …” Her eyes flick down to the worn, leather case laying in the middle of the living room. She grins toothily and hums at her epiphany, scurrying over to the case and kneeling in its surrounding flowers. 

“Don’t tell Newt I did this,” she whispers as she points at the locks and mutters, “Alohomora.” They flip open with a metallic click, and then the two of them are peering down into Newt’s garden shed.  Queenie then proceeds to tip her body over the side of the case so her torso is dangling over the edge and into the other world. 

Jacob splutters and grabs ahold of the back of her calves, just in case she starts to slide. “Jesus, Queen, what’re you doin’?” he hisses. “There are many easier ways to do this. Like climbing down the ladder.

She ignores him and turns her head to the side, blonde curls swishing into her face as she does. SHe blows harshly so they fall back and out of her way before stilling again, blue eyes flicking around the shed as she searches the minds in the tiny world. It doesn’t take long for her to find you.

Pretty–Soft–Warm–Beautiful–Handsome–Freckles–Soft hair–Pink lips–Excitement–Shyness–Love–Attraction–Fear–I want to kiss her–Please kiss me–Pretty–Pretty–Pretty–Freckles

Queenie grins toothily and swings herself up and back into the real world. Immediately, yours and Newt’s thoughts cease, and all she can feel is Jacob’s confusion and exasperated mood, and Mrs. Esposito’s frustration because apparently, Janey brought another boy in and she caught them in a trying position. Jacob rips his hands off of her legs to avoid being sat-on as she concludes her return to her original position.

She huffs, still smiling, and Jacob raises his eyebrows at her seemingly-crazed state. Her bob is now more of a frizzy sort of pom-pom look. She raises her eyebrows as her smile widens, practically twitching with excitement as what she just felt whirls around in her head. “We best not bother those two for a little while.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi^^ wow the stories are really good, i really enjoy itㅠㅠ can i requst too? A session in the class, you as a student and wonwoo as a teacher. I seriously cant get over him with that glasses omg he looks smart yet hot :""""

I might have overdone the build-up a little BUT I FELT LIKE THIS NEEDED IT. also I agree with Wonwoo in glasses omg now that is a look!

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”W-Wonwoo, ah–”

As your alarm started ringing, your eyes shot wide open, and you were immediately painfully aware of the wetness pooling between your legs as well as the dream you had just had, and the memory only increased the heat in the pit of your stomach, and you winced when you got out of your bed.

“I can’t believe I just,” you mumbled, half-asleep, while turning your alarm off, the pulsation of your pussy clouding your thoughts. You swallowed, trying to think about everything but the dream you had just woken up from. Shivering, you shook your head. “Thank god I don’t have his lessons today.”

You went on about your morning as per usual, but you were unable to get your thoughts off the handsome - hot, actually - substitute teacher who had been teaching you literature for the past three months and would continue until the end of the school year, which was still a few months away.

From early on you had found him attractive, with his sharp eyes and rare yet incredibly cute smile, and it hardly helped that he was fairly young, too, and treated each of his students kindly. Sure, you had played with different lewd thoughts before, but you could never have even thought that you’d one day see a wet dream about him.

The worst part was that you weren’t bothered by it, really, and were instead mostly frustrated because the dream was so damn good and left you annoyingly horny: not even a cool shower before heading to school eased it.

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New Family - Requested

Requested by @tanovic54321 :  Can u do a fluff Sherlock imagine where his gf accompanies him to a family thing & she brings her sons for the first time his family (& him)meet them & slowly people realizes that the two little boys are tiny versions of Sherlock & Mycroft?

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 1,169

Warnings: This is mostly focused on the kids.

A/N: As someone who has lived this kind of situation (as in the kid’s point of view) I figured it would be too much to have many people there, so I reduced it a bit.

Enjoy!

It was a big step – a huge step, more likely – for Sherlock and (Y/N)’s relationship. They never expected to get that far and so they decided to keep the kids out of it.

She had two young boys, smart and sympathetic, highly functional kids. Sherlock knew about them and even liked them in spite of having met them only two or three times maximum.

“Are you sure about this?” She stuttered. They were outside her home and the kids were inside. Sherlock wanted to take them all to a family thing.

“Of course I’m sure,” Sherlock assured, acting offended by the question. “I’ve never been more sure in my life.”

“I’m sure the correct word is ‘surer’, Sher.” (Y/N) chuckled.

“Surer sounds stupid.” Sherlock beamed, “Now call the boys and let’s go.”

(Y/N) hesitated but eventually called them. Sherlock noticed how the oldest one was clearly bigger than the other, not only in height but also he was chubbier. The younger one had a curly mess on his head, and he seemed to be skinnier and shyer.

“Michael, Shepherd, remember Mister Holmes?” (Y/N) asked as she pushed the two boys out.

“How do you do?” They both asked in mechanical voices.

“Nice to see you again, lads.” Sherlock greeted back.

“Mommy, is he going to take us to jail?” Shepherd, the younger, inquired.

“No, not at all,” Sherlock replied.

“Obviously,” Michael snapped, “he only takes criminals to jail. If you knew how to properly read, you’d know.”

“Enough, Michael.” (Y/N) warned. The kid shut his mouth but he kept the superiority pose.

“Where are we going, Mister Holmes?” Shepherd continued.

“I’m taking you to my country house to meet my parents and my brother,” Sherlock explained calmly.

“Why?” Shepherd asked.

“Because he’s mommy’s new boyfriend!” Michael huffed.

Shepherd gasped and tried to act surprised. Before (Y/N) could reply, Shep punched Michael’s arm.

“We had to keep it secret!” Shepherd cried.

“Enough!” (Y/N) split them. “Are you sure you want to take them?”

Sherlock giggled warmly. “Yes, my mother will love them.”

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Cool dad - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Cool Dad

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (I guess? Not romantic tho)

Word Count: —

Warnings: Orphan Reader

Prompt: The cuteness was awesome and I have to agree Dean would make a great dad. On that note could you do an imagine were the reader is an orphan and runs away and Dean finds them walking in the pouring rain when driving and takes her in and gets attached to her, and just a bunch of cute father daughter moments. Thank you!!!

Huge thanks to RLS for proofreading this for me!

The rain that was pouring down no longer felt like cold water soaking you to the bone. It actually felt like needles piercing your skin, some to the point they reached your bones. You actually checked yourself for that, fearing that it had somehow managed to pierce your skin but there was no blood so it was just your imagination. Not that it lessened the pain anyway. You were wet from top to bottom, your clothes doing absolutely nothing in shielding you from the downpour and no matter how tightly you held your jacket to yourself you knew it would do nothing because it was certainly not made to withstand such a weather.

Your lower lip was trembling just like your entire body was shaking as you walked down the dark road. You didn’t even care about a car passing by because the road was pretty much empty at this time of the night, considering you had walked it down many times. In your age it would have sparked doubts and worries but you had realized long ago that nobody cared about you, especially at the orphanage. You had no friends there, and the ladies that were supposed to take care of you didn’t show the interest they should. You doubted they even knew about your existence in the first place, how would they notice you would leave in the middle of the night, every night, to go stargazing?

You felt your eyes closing several times, and you stumbled just as many. You caught yourself fast enough but the cold surrounding you and the lack of food in your stomach made it all so tempting to just let go and lay down and sleep. For a few hours or forever it didn’t matter to you, you didn’t have anyone to care about you or miss you anyway. Just as you thought about it your eyelids felt even more heavy and before you could realize the darkness that surrounded you became deeper and more black.

The only thing you registered was the sound of a car’s tires screeching and a light before you were completely out.

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Different from the others

Okaaay, so, please, be kind to me, this is the first fanfic I ever post at tumblr, but my friend @porrabett showed me this beautiful gif from @gendry (thanks for letting me use it here, hon!) and I couldn’t not write this, it was like…there, begging to be written. Jon, Dany and Arya are my favorite characters, so I just had to! I have 3 more fics to post, not finished but almost there…anyway, I hope you like this. 

Arya sees Dany staring at Jon from the stands of Winterfell patio, while he trains the youngest with the new dragonglass weapons, and they talk about Jon and Arya tries to decide what she thinks of Dany.

Daenerys could feel herself being observed, but over the course of her life, being watched was something she became used to. She was too mesmerized by Jon Snow’s movements with his sword, teaching his people how to defeat the Army of the Dead, to mind the eyes that would not leave her.

What she did not know is whom these eyes belong to: a certain she wolf.

Arya Stark was curious when she heard of Jon’s commitment to Daenerys Targaryen, she understood his needs for her army, but knowing his brown eyes too well, there was more to it – more than a political alliance, it was admiration, maybe even…love? The woman that found the way into the heart of her dearest brother intrigued the assassin.

She saw the platinum haired woman watching Jon, she would watch him like Arya remembered her mother watching her father from above: as a woman watched her beloved.

If this Daenerys had any bad intentions towards Jon, she was good at hiding, but Arya was good at finding lies at people’s faces, and she saw none in hers.

For now, that was good enough for her. She would not try inviting her for the game of faces any time soon.


(gif by: @gendry)

“Was he always this – determined?” Daenerys heard Arya arrive at her side, while she saw Jon give the young boys and girls their dragon glass weapons, and lecture them about it with so much respect and patience, that only a true Eddard Stark relative and northern man would.

“Yes” Arya smiled to her side. “When I was younger, no one would ever let me use a sword, or a bow, or even mount a horse properly…I was supposed to be a Lady, not a Knight, like I wanted. I was meant to sow, enchant and smile.” Arya remembered bitterly. “Jon would see through all this crap, you know? He would sneak me out of my room, in the middle of the night, and take me out into the stables, when there were no one awake around and teach me how to mount a horse, wield a sword or even how to hold a bow properly.” Daenerys would not stop smiling at herself, this suited what she come to meet and love about Jon Snow.

While he did the same for these kids, that he had done to me years back, except snow was falling harder, winds were howling louder and winter was here.

Winter was here, but the Dragon Queen heart seemed warm towards Jon, that did not went by unnoticed by Arya.

“He doesn’t seem to share the common men opinion on where women belong” She comment and Arya smiled.

“No, he doesn’t. He never did. He always told me to pursue my knight dreams. He never did get the chance to fully teach me how to wield a sword, but he did give me my own” Arya took Needle out of its sheath, and proudly showed it to Dany.

“He gave it to you?” Dany was both proud and not surprised at all, she didn’t know Jon Snow long, but sounded like something he would have done for his little she-wolf sister, he would not break her dreams, he would encourage her to pursuit it. Who was this man?

“You like it? I called it ‘Needle’, Sansa had hers, to make her pretty dresses, I had mine to torn mine to pieces. Jon had it made for me. He gave it to me right before he left for The Wall, right before all hell broke loose for all of us.” Arya looked at her beautiful sword, remembering happier times. “Little did we know, the storm that we had coming our way” She sounded so sad, Daenerys had do look away, and stare at Arya Stark, and she could not help but feel sad for her.

She did not know her well, but from what Jon so sadly told her the other night at his chambers, his sister had seen their brother murdered and mocked alongside his direwolf, her mother killed, her father decapitated and had witnessed so much more…Dany could still feel the pain of her sweetest child falling across the sky, Viserion and not being able to help, not being able to save him. To know this young girl saw her mother, brother, father and so many others suffer the same destiny and could not do a thing? So much more pain than anyone in her age should be allowed to. Daenerys was a dragon, Arya was a wolf, but life hadn’t been kind for either of them, making them pay for their fathers choices. Dany wasn’t fond of the the Hand of the Usurper, but from what everyone says, he was quite an honorable man, and the world is running short of those. But he made choices, and his family paid for it, damned be the Lannisters for it.

Now meeting Arya and Jon, even the beautiful but distant and guarded Sansa…A man who had such children must have been a great man, for his children seen to have inherited bravery, endurance and something else Dany cannot name yet, but pleases her enough to make her feel welcomed in a foreign cold land such as Winterfell.

Maybe it had something to do with the white wolf sleeping next to her and Jon every night; maybe it had something to with the King in The North himself, snuggling into her side through the night, after the most meaningful and passionate love making Dany has ever had; or maybe it was just the air of this place, where you can’t help yourself but believing everything you were told growing up, where you cannot forget the White Walkers are coming and a place where Winter is coming is definitely not about the seasons and the Starks words seems more like an omen compared to mere house words.

“I am sorry for you lost, Lady Arya. For your father, mother and brothers” Dany spoke to her.

“I am no Lady, my Queen. But thank you” She looked down, and remember her painful training and what it taught her. “Valar morghulis”.

“All men must die” Dany answered her with a bitter smile “But we are not men”. Dany looked back to Jon.

“I’d like them not to, so perhaps…let’s stick to Valar dohaeris”. Arya could not help but be sure she liked Daenerys Targaryen without a doubt, now. Jon could marry this girl, she seemed to be just in love with him as he was with her.

Not to forget, the woman had two amazing dragons! That should be interesting…

(more to come?)
to my bae @porrabett that stands me talking about nothing but got 24/7 for the last months (and prob the next ones too lol)

Jealous | Hansol

“ oof. may I request some jealous hansol? doesn’t matter if it’s smut or not, it’s your choice! <33 ”

genre: smut (public sex..yeah)

words: 2131

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— ahh thanks for requesting anon ! i suck at smut hahaha. i ended up deleting like 2/3 of this on accident but all is good ya girl got it back :)) also im sorry hansol isn’t that jealous in this but hey,, smut —

You looked at yourself in the mirror, turning and examining your outfit. A smile spread across your face, pleased with how well the colors of your clothes complimented each other. From the mirror, you saw Hansol enter your room. He stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle. “Why’re you so dressed up, Y/N?”

“I’m going to hangout with Mingyu, I would’ve told you earlier but it totally slipped my mind.” you explain, turning around so your head now rested on his chest. You tilt your head up, sending your taller boyfriend a smile. Hansol nods, giving you a smile back. His hands traveled down to your hips, holding you closely. Your toes held you, your lips going to kiss his. Hansol met you halfway, your mouths connecting in a sweet chaste kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding yourself up with the help of his shoulders. Your eyes opened, being met with Hansol’s bright brown eyes that stared at you with such love and adoration. It made you smile. Then, your pupils drifted towards the digital clock sat on your bedside table, reading 4:50 PM.

“Shit, I have to go.” You broke the kiss, returning to your normal height and going over to grab your bag. Hansol watched your every move, still holding the adoring look on his face despite the fact that you broke your guys’ kiss. Grabbing your keys, you bid Hansol goodbye and blow him a playful kiss. He smiles at your cute action, watching you exit the apartment. On the outside, all you could see on his face was a loving look towards you. Though, on the inside, he felt this fire kindle in him- a type of feeling he’d feel when another guy looked at you with the slightest interest. Or when someone other than him grabbed or touched you in an intimate way. Hansol knew what it was that he was feeling. Jealousy.

“Hey Y/N!” Mingyu cheerfully greets you. You smile at him, “Mingyu!” He steps closer to you and opens his arms, inviting you into his hold. You happily accept his invitation, walking right into his arms and hugging him. Mingyu’s arms wrapped around the frame of your back, his chin resting on top of your head due to his much taller height.

If anyone who didn’t know you saw this sweet moment, they would assume you two were in a relationship. But the love you felt for Mingyu was a brother like love, the kind of love you feel for a close friend. “Have you eaten yet?” he asks you, pulling away. You shake your head.

“I was working on some school work, I missed breakfast.” A frown adorned his handsome face.

“That’s not good! Come on, lets go eat something.” Mingyu softly grabs your forearm, dragging you down the sidewalk. You two passed many shops, restaurants and coffee places until you stood in front a small one. You two entered and sat down, ordering drinks first. Later, you ordered your food.

Picking up your fork, you dig into your meal and take a bite. You chew, Mingyu watching you with so much interest; he reminded you of a puppy. Your eyes widen, brows going up. “This is so good!” you exclaim. Mingyu smiles at you, telling you about how much he loved the food and how he wanted to take you here because the aura of the place reminded him of you. You just laughed, “you’re too cute, Gyu.”

With the help of Jeonghan who coincidentally happened to be where you were, Hansol knew where to go to spy on you and Mingyu. It seemed stalker-ish, but he was your boyfriend and he was jealous. How could he not? The bond you and Mingyu have sometimes makes the fire in him burst. He’s afraid one of his best friends will steal you from him, or that you maybe like Mingyu more than a friend.

Hansol walked down the busy sidewalks, looking for the place Jeonghan said he saw you two. It was a small restaurant, one that wasn’t crowded too often. He was about to enter when the doors opened, revealing not only his beautiful girlfriend, but the tall stature of his friend. He didn’t know what you two were laughing about but he hated the sight. His eyes slit into a glare, jaw clenching. He followed behind, making sure to keep his distance incase you had the wrong idea. (Because who wouldn’t?)

Laughing, you grabbed Mingyu’s arm and whispered something into his ear. That was enough to make Hansol break. “Hey!” he yelled, not even knowing he had. You two turned, looking for the source of the voice. Your eyes landed on your boyfriend, making them widen. Hansol coughed. “Hey!” he said, this time more friendly.

“Hey Hansol.” Mingyu greets, smiling at the boy. Hansol sends him a fake smile back, walking closer to you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and farther from Mingyu.

“What’re you doing here? Did you track me down or-” Hansol laughs, shaking his head. He gave you a weird look.

“Do I look insane? No, I just happened to be passing by..you’re too mesmerizing to just look past, Y/N.” You smile at his words.

“It’s nice of you to join us, Hansol. We were about to head to the shopping center.” You nod, confirming Mingyu’s words. Hansol smiles and nods as well.

“Great. Since I’m here, I’ll join you two. My girlfriend and my best friend.” The three of you walked towards the shopping center. Hansol made sure to keep you close, giving you random kisses whilst walking. You didn’t mind, but you were confused on why he was suddenly displaying his affection for you in public. You entered a clothes store, lots of designer brands surrounding you.

“Oh wow, look at that shirt, Y/N! I bet you’d look good in it. Here, lets go try it on.” You were baffled by Hansol’s sudden actions, not having enough time to say anything as he had grabbed the shirt and began to drag you towards the dressing rooms. Mingyu stayed behind, just as confused as you. He shrugged and went off looking for stuff for himself.

“Hansol what’s with you-” He shut the door, letting the shirt he had in his hands drop to the floor. He gave you a dark look, and as low as it made you sound, it turned you on. Hansol pinned you against the wall, your side views visible on the mirror next to you both. His arms were on either side of you, encasing you. Before you could say anything else, Hansol’s lips were on yours. He kissed you roughly, teeth already tugging at your lip. A small, barely audible moan leaving your mouth.

Hansol took his chance and slipped his tongue inside you, the wet flesh slapping against yours. The sound of you already so weak for him made his dick hard, pressing harshly against his tight black jeans. You felt his hardness on your thigh and lifted your hand to stroke his member. Hansol softly groans, head tilting back at how good you made him feel. He felt as though he was now under you, and he didn’t like that one bit. He liked to dominate.

Hansol pushed your hand away, and began to pull your skirt down. His hand went into your panties, long digits brushing against your bud. Heat rose all over your body and goosebumps spread all over your skin. Hansol finally inserted a finger into you, feeling your wetness for him. The good sensation made you moan out loudly, grabbing at his shoulders tightly. Hansol pressed his pointer finger to your lips, his thumb caressing your bottom lip as he told you to be quiet.

You pressed your lips together, clenching your jaw to keep your mouth closed. Hansol continued to pump in and out of you, inserting more fingers along the way. Your moans stayed in your mouth, throat aching from wanting to yell out because of how good he made you feel. You felt your juices dampen your panties, your climax wasn’t far. Then, Hansol retracted his fingers. You look at him, eyes wide. A smirk tugged at his lips. You wanted him to keep going. “On your knees.” he ordered. Hansol looked so hot right now.

“W-What?” you ask innocently. It turned him on even more. Hansol cupped your chin with one hand, the other on your soft cheek. A soft yet lustful smile was on his face.

“I said on your knees, Y/N. Or I’ll walk out of here and leave you to finish yourself off.” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you obey and get on your knees. You were glad that these dressing rooms covered the whole room, unlike some that left the bottom on full display. Hansol unbuttons his pants, letting them fall to the floor. Your mouth watered, you could see how hard he was even better on his boxers. Looking up at him seductively, you hooked your fingers into the band of his boxers, slowly taking it off, intentionally teasing him. Hansol groans, fingers lacing in your silky hair.

“Fuck, you’re so damn sexy Y/N.” he whispers, loud enough for you to hear. Your small hand wraps around his cock, precum already leaking from his tip. You lick it off softly, pumping him. Another soft growl comes from your boyfriend. After a bit of more teasing, you took him into your mouth and began to suck. You didn’t have to do much, as Hansol was basically thrusting into your wet mouth. Grunts came from you, grasping his thighs to keep yourself steady at how fast he was being. His tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag. Hansol moaned at the vibration, praising the hell out of you.

You knew he was going to come. You could feel it. Your tongue swirled around his cock, making sure to lick in all the right places. Your other hand fondled his balls, driving him to the edge. It didn’t take much for him to release into your mouth. His hand went to fondle your clothed breast, grunting about how beautiful you were. You moaned, and he came undone. The substance filled your mouth, and you made sure to swallow it all while looking him in the eye. Hansol moaned at the sight. He grabbed you, pulling you up. Now he was the ones on his knees. Hansol gripped your thighs tightly, pulling your dripping pussy closer to his face. He attacked it with his tongue, and you almost yelled out loudly but quickly stopped yourself. “Mmm- Hansol!..” you whispered, grabbing his hair to pull on. A hand rested at his shoulder, scratching it harshly. Your fingernails left a long red line, it looked hot on him. Hansol smirked at how good you felt because of him.

He began to thrust his tongue in and out of your entrance. You were already riled up from his fingering not long ago, it wouldn’t be long until you came. His tongue flattened against you, whispering words of praise inside of you. “You’re so beautiful, you know? I love you so much.” Your stomach began to feel like a knot, head rolling back from the amount of pleasure. You released into his face, moaning his name out. Little blobs of color invaded your vision, your knees felt weak. Hansol licked you all up, and got back to his feet.

“How do you feel, baby girl? Was it good?” You lean against the wall, staring at your reflection in the mirror. Your hair was messy from Hansol’s grabbing, little beads of sweat on your face.

“Yeah, it was amazing.” You smile at Hansol tiredly. He smiled back, and it was hard to believe that the cute boy in front of you made you feel such a way. You two began pulling your bottoms back up, making sure to also fix your hair. It was still messy, but better than before. Hansol picked up the shirt that was left on the floor forgotten, walking out of the dressing room with you. You saw people’s eyes on you, but you didn’t care enough to pay them mind. From afar, you saw Mingyu paying for his clothes. Hansol put the shirt back to where it was and followed as you went up to Mingyu.

“Hey! Are you getting the shirt?” he asks, grabbing the bag that the cashier was handing him. You look at Hansol, both of you chuckling softly. You didn’t even try the shirt on.

“No, it was..ugly.” Hansol laughed at your attempt of covering up what you two actually did in the dressing room and nodded.

“Yep, not a favorite.”

I Only Have Eyes for Blue

Originally posted by ethan-support-group

Request: Insecure Ethan and reader comforts him <33 // Ah hi hello for the jealous eth fic preferably fem reader if you can!

Summary: Fem!Reader and Ethan are out celebrating their 1 year anniversary dating and Ethan gets a little uncomfortable at the restaurant.

A/N: Hey all! This one was described first as Insecure!Ethan and in a later ask as Jealous!Ethan so I tried including both! Italics as always signify a characters inner monologue. Enjoy!

Wordcount: 1100 longer than I thought oh boi

Request some more friends! Gonna start working on a new batch asap so it will take a while to get to any newer ones, but feel free to send them in!

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Brother, Mine (Loki/Thor x reader)

Requests: Would you do a fic where the reader is good friends with Thor, maybe a part-time avenger, and after the Dark World, (like the Dr. Strange after credit scene) Loki is just kinda messing around Earth in disguise and meets her and falls for her? (oddly this idea reminded me of Megamind) thanks bonnie, hope requests aren’t too overwhelming this time! 

Request open!!! *happy dance* Can I request a funny ThorxReader when the reader has a last name like Coulson, Johnson ect and Thor is confused why it’s not -dottir. And everybody try to explain it doesn’t work like this on Midgard but Thor still doesn’t get it. Thank you for considering it !!

“But it makes little sense to me,” Thor protested with a shake of his head, fueling the chuckles of the group around him, “the surnames used here in Midgard in no way follow the traditional familial standard.  I am son of Odin, therefore I am Thor Odinson.  The men in your realm seem to have lost their regard for this use of honor, as have the females, who should end their surname in dottir in the same manner.  It must be incredibly disrespectful to your families to have lost this practice.”

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