when she tilts her head!!!

Praise Kink

In which Harry is incredibly nervous and y/n knows just how to calm him down.

A/N: WELL I did it. Barely.  I managed to get this finished before Harry’s single dropped so that I’ll be able to freak out in peace tonight.  I hope you enjoy because this is… kinda filthy.  LOVE YA BUY SIGN OF THE TIMES ON ITUNES!

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“Sweet mother, I cannot weave. Slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl.”

A girl whose nose crinkles when she laughs, whose brown eyes gleam in the sun.

She smiles into kisses and hugs me from behind.
She likes to dance.
She’s not too good at it, but she looks so beautiful when she tilts her head back and giggles at her movements that I love to watch her anyway.

She is sunflowers, lazy mornings, reading books aloud.
She is boardwalks with too big a sweatshirt pulled over her bikini, watching the sunset, hair pulled sloppily into a bun, a mess of half-dry hair.

She is mine.

Sweet mother,
“Sweet mother, I cannot weave. Slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl.”

—  O.R.E. {how did I get this lucky to hold her in my arms}
The Preacher’s Daughter

Author: @stilinski-jpeg

A/N: This collab is so funny because I literally had this idea and Camile was like “I’m already writing one.” Nia and Camile strike again. This is going to be a series, so buckle up babes it’s going to be a hell of a ride. I have to thank @minhosmeanhoe (Camile) for pushing me to do this when my motivation was lacking and always being there for me when I get stuck. She also proofread and edited this because she’s literally the best. Okay, without further ado.

Paring: ReaderxMitchfuckingRapp

Warnings: Is it a stilinski-jpeg/minhosmeanhoe fic without smut?? Otherwise, no warnings.

Word Count: 4682

Camile’s version: here

Song: Good Kid by Former Vandal

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request: “Could you do a crossover imagine where the reader dated Draco and after the battle he ran from his parents and went into hiding as a muggle with the alias Julian Albert and the reader is Harry’s sister and one day he says he found Draco and when she apparates to the address it’s STAR labs and everyone in the cortex is freaked but “Julian” gets excited and is all happy and glad she found him and he explains all about the wizards and it ends with him saying “You hufflepuffs and your ability to find things”“ — @fuckkoffcourtney

a/n: i love this request do much 😭 i’ve been thinking about the similarities of julian’s and draco’s characters for a long time now aND BASICALLY I’M JUST HAPPY TO DO THIS IMAGINE OKAY ENJOY (also, did this in 3rd person point of view to get the feels going idk okay i’m just so excited rn i’m rambling.)

p.s. they are in their mid-20s in this imagine just to let you know


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    It all started with a dream.

    Y/N had woken up one night, sweating, her heart beating rapidly, with her lungs longing for air in slow deep breaths at what she just discovered. She has been trying so hard for months, years even, and now just like that, she finally found what she was looking for — a clue that could lead her to Draco Malfoy, her former lover whom since the end of Second Wizarding War, had vanished mysteriously without a note or trace to where he was going.

     Harry Potter, Y/N’s brother, heard shuffling from her room at that same night when he was about to head to the kitchen to make himself some tea. Now that she was living with him and Ginny, along with their three children, he had the chance to rekindle his relationship with his sister since it went to a rough patch when he learned that she in fact was dating his mortal enemy.

     He knocked on the door, clearing his throat at the same time. "Y/N?”

     "Come in.“ she answered immediately, a low grunt following after her statement.

     When he entered her room, he raised his eyebrows in both surprise and confusion. She had a wand in hand, her outfit indicated that she was going to go somewhere, and a luggage was on the floor where some of her clothes were magically folding and placing themselves in.

     Harry had a hard time uttering what he wanted to say. "Er — Y/N? Are you going somewhere?”

     She closed her luggage successfully and beamed at him, standing up from her position to walk closer to where he was.

     "I know where he is, Harry.“ Y/N claimed. "I know where he is and I’m coming to meet him.”

     "No, Y/N, not again —” Harry sighed.

     She cut him off. “Harry, I’m sure this time. I saw him! In my — in my dream. He’s in this city acting like a Muggle. Please, I need to go see him, he needs me —”

     "If he needed you, he would have taken you with him, Y/N.“

     "No, stop saying that!” she shouted.

     Harry’s expression softened at the way her face fell and the gloomy expression she has been wearing for so long was back on her face. It was only that night when he saw her smile again, and he was still trying hard to understand why only Draco was the only person who could do it.

      She gulped. “I’m going, alright? There’s nothing you can do or say that can stop me.” she turned around and grabbed her luggage. “Please, just — just say my farewell to Ginny. Tell the kids that I won’t be long.”

      “Take care of yourself.” that was the only thing Harry managed to utter to his sister.

      Y/N nodded, and with a raise of her wand, she apparated to the place where she saw Draco in her dream — Central City, the home of the fastest man alive: The Flash.

      She didn’t need to wait for morning as she stares at the strange building in front of her eyes. It was named S.T.A.R. Labs, and although it looked abandoned and empty, she couldn’t be mistaken. This was where she saw Draco in her dream.

      With a deep breath, Y/N grabbed her luggage in one hand while her wand was still tightly wrapped around the other. She was often labeled as even more reckless and stubborn than her brother was, which said a lot since Harry Potter tended to do a lot of things without particularly thinking about it first. Well, she suppose, it was Hermione’s job to the thinking in their trio.

      When she has reached the cortex, the dream came flashing back to her, making her wince ever so slightly because of the headache that came with it. She dropped her luggage beside the wall and slowly went to touch the desk with the monitors, opening one of them and seeing complicated and various codes on the screen.

      All of the sudden, a gust of wind broke her away from her trance and when she looked forward, she saw a man in a red suit, peering curiously at her before setting his eyes at her wand.

      “Who are you?” asked the stranger, stepping closer. “How did you get here?”

       Y/N raised her wand. “Where is he?”

      “Who?” the man asked again.

      “Draco.” answered Y/N. “I just want to see him. Where is he?”

      “I don’t know any Draco.”

      Without warning, Y/N raised her hand higher and began to speak an incantation towards the red speedster. “Legilimens.”

      His own memories came flooding in her mind. She ignored those people who she didn’t know, but when she finally saw Draco’s face, she focused more on that memory only to see him talking to the man in what seemed like a rude manner. Y/N had the nerve to smile to know that he hasn’t changed, though her trespassing on the man’s mind was soon cut off by another voice.

      “Stop, whatever you’re doing with him.” it said, seeing how the former was wincing, and when she obliged, she saw a man with dark skin pointing a gun at her direction.

      She raised her eyebrows. “Expelliarmus.” she commanded and the weapon flew away from his grasp.

      “What the hell?” gasped the same man.

       Abruptly, two more people followed after him. One was female with brown locks and one was male with shoulder length hair. They were looking at Y/N in what seemed like amazement and fear. The latter opening his mouth to say something but decided against it when Y/N tilted her head in a taunting way.

       She smiled. “Look, I’m not here to bring harm.” she clarified, finally lowering her wand. “Like I said, I just want to see Draco.”

      “And like we told you, we don’t know —”

      “Barry, isn’t it?” Y/N didn’t let him finish, turning back to him. “I saw you talking to him so don’t try and hide him away from me.”

      The three strangers slowly made their way to Barry’s side and Y/N identified them individually regarding what she saw inside Barry Allen’s head. The eldest was named Joe West, the only girl was Caitlin Snow, and the last one was Cisco Ramon.

      Cisco raised his hand up. “Um, sorry to break it to you but we really don’t know any Draco that you’re speaking of.”

      Y/N impatiently crossed her arms. “Yes, you do. You’re working with him in this team —” she suddenly stops herself from talking, her eyes lighting up in realization" — and he names himself Julian Albert.“

      “Y/N?” a frantic yet familiar voice spoke from behind her and she didn’t waste time to turn around to see who it was.

      Y/N sighed in relief upon seeing Draco Malfoy, making her run towards him without skipping a beat, pulling him close to her body with a tight embrace. Tears were leaking out of her eyes once reality sunk in, muffled crying being heard on Draco’s shoulder that only the two of them could understand.

      “H-How — when — I don’t understand.” he didn’t dare let go of her, but Y/N, who wanted to see a clear view of his face, leaned back. “You’re here. You’re actually here.” he breathed out once more.

     She nodded, “I’m here.”

    Draco cracked a smile as he leaned down and kissed her.

    Almost everyone inside the room was shocked to see them together. Most especially, they were shocked to see Draco — or Julian, for what they’ve been told — show any kind of affection to someone. And from the way he unwillingly broke the kiss and stared at the girl’s eyes, it was obvious that she meant a lot to him much more than they thought she did.

    Y/N punched him quite hardly on the chest once they stopped, Draco raising his eyebrows in question.

    “That’s for leaving me.” growled Y/N. “And this —” she punched him again, harder than the last time “ — is for not even saying goodbye. No letter, no explanation, no words, no assurance that you were still alive —”

    “Okay, Y/N, I get it.” Draco stopped her from punching him further more.

    “You do?” she exclaimed. “Doesn’t seem like it, considering how you hid behind these Muggles —”

    “What did she just call us?” asked Barry.

    “ — for ages. Do you even know how many rules I’ve broken and breaking as we speak right now? It’s a good thing that I have a lot of allies from the Ministry that they understand exactly why I’m doing this.”

     Draco was about to explain when another stranger emerged from behind the two of them, Y/N recognizing him as H.R. Wells, who was unaware of the scene in front of him.

     "WHAT IS IT? WHERE’S THE METAHUMAN?“ yelled the man, causing everyone to groan in annoyance.

     Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, turning her attention back on Draco.

     "Please explain what’s been going on with you ever since the war …” she sighed, closing her eyes momentarily.

    “Excuse me,” spoke Cisco, “but we also need explaining, Julian.” he managed to gesture some air quotes at the name.

    “And what war, exactly? Like World War 1?” piped in Caitlin.

    H.R. dramatically gasped. “Julian’s a vampire?”

    “I don’t think he is, neither is her.” nodded Joe at Y/N.

    “Everyone, just settle down.” Draco finally spoke, placing an arm around Y/N. “This is Y/N Potter, she’s my … well, I don’t really know what to call her but I’m going to say that she’s my girlfriend, anyway.” he glanced at the girl beside him. “And, we’re not vampires — we’re wizards.”

    Y/N leaned onto him. “He’s also not Julian Albert, he’s Draco Malfoy.”

    “Draco Malfoy?” Caitlin repeated.

    “Yes, Caitlin.”

    “But why did you lie to us?” asked Cisco.

    Draco took a deep breath, “Well, quite frankly, it is stated in the law that Muggles, people with no magic, are not supposed to know the existence of our kind. Not that it mattered anymore for me. I’ve been hiding from who I really was ever since I ran away.”

      Barry, who had taken his mask off, crossed his arms. “Why exactly did you run away?”

      “Yes, Draco, please enlighten us.” added Y/N sarcastically.

      Draco sent her a look. “My parents … they admittedly weren’t the best.” he began. “After the war — which is another story for another time — I didn’t want to be with them and relive the bad things that has happened. So, I thought that if I left, it would be easier. It was, for the meanwhile, at least.”

      Y/N frowned at what he said, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

      “Because I didn’t want you to get involved, Y/N. I’m sure you were better off without me. You were with your brother —”

     "It wasn’t your decision to make.“ she insisted.

      "Wait,” Barry cut in again, “basically, you were pretending to be a … Muggle because you were hiding?”

      Draco nodded. “That’s about right, Allen.”

     All of them were bewildered for the hundredth time that evening, not entirely believing what Draco was telling them. Though judging from his expression, he was sincere and was speaking of the truth, not to mention Y/N who was the living proof that he was indeed not lying.

      Draco, on the other hand, turned back to his first love. He looked through her eyes and realized yet again how much he missed her, how much he longed for this moment to come. Y/N knew this too, and nothing could ever beat the euphoria she was feeling at that exact moment. She was finally with him, she was finally with Draco.

     He caressed her cheek, “You Hufflepuffs and your ability to find things.” he humored and Y/N smiled.

     "Don’t leave me again.“ she whispered.

     "I won’t.” Draco pressed his lips against her forehead. “Never again.” he assured before kissing her properly — more passionate, more longingly, and bluntly more intense than those they have shared before.

     When they pulled away, Y/N sighed and glanced at Team Flash. “Draco, you do know that I have to erase their memories after we leave.” she pursed her lips. “You are leaving with me, right?”

     "Of course, I am.“ he answered quickly. "Though, can we stay with them for a little while? They’ve grown on me and I don’t want to leave them when I know there’s still a lot of things going on.”

    Y/N raised her eyebrows. “Is this true? Draco Malfoy actually liking Muggles?”

    He chuckled, “Believe me, I’m having a hard time realizing it as well.” he looked down.

    “Well, if that’s what you want, then okay.” she squeezed his hand. “But after that …”

     Draco nodded. “I know.”

     Y/N smiled, reaching out and touching his cheek. “In that case, I’m going to pay a quick visit to the Ministry. Don’t worry, I’ll be back in a … flash.” she suddenly chuckled, in which Draco rolled his eyes.

     "Always with the jokes, Potter.“

     "I know you missed it, Malfoy.” she raised her wand again.

     He snorted. “Don’t take too long.”

     "I won’t.“ Y/N smiled.

     And with a spell escaping her lips, she vanished. But Draco didn’t feel uneasy anymore due to her disappearance, because he knew that even if he abruptly runs away again, she’ll always know where to find him and they’ll always find each other somehow.

fact: blaise zabini’s mother is an icon, a quintessential femme fatale. emerald colored liquid satin dresses stretching tight across her hips, black birdcage veils, tinted nylons, and poisoned hollywood red lipstick have become her standard attire for funeral parlors, collection of life insurance payouts, and sunday service. her musky scent intoxicates every suitor when she leans close. her head tilts sideways with interest as she traces her nails delicately along the pulse points of a flushed neck, and her signature bee sting kisses leave mouths swollen and trembling. she has perfected the craft of making admirers feel loved without the asphyxiating word ever dripping from her lips.

every authority that questions the tragedies surrounding her, promptly falls victim to her seduction. they are left drowsy and speechless upon hearing her purr in a silky, lightly accented voice that she is merely a grieving widow.

evenings are spent reclining on a divan beneath a swarovski crystal chandelier, velvet robe open just enough to reveal the curve of a heaving bosom and the swell of a soft thigh. her deep rich skin glows in the candlelight and dark curls tumble over a sharp shoulder. she dips candied cherries into a glass of champagne and hums along sweetly to the record player’s smoky crooning. vengeance and sadness glint in her eye as she plots how she will dispose of the handsome businessman slumped near her freshly polished toenails.

Bath (Peter Parker x Reader)


Warnings: bad injuries, mentions of death, reader and Peter getting naked

Word Count: 1,259

A/N: I’m so sorry I’m posting this after 20 years this was requested bc I was so lazy to write anything, I know, I suck SO much.  And I’m so sorry if this wasn’t good, I actually didn’t like what I wrote :((

Originally posted by thxrapyy

Although it was 3 a.m. in the morning, the streets of Queens were still busy and noisy. Y/N was sleeping with her windows open for two vital reasons; it was too hot to sleep with them closed and also her boyfriend Peter might have come in any second, badly injured. This never really happened before, Y/N was thankful for that, except one time. But even that time Peter wasn’t injured at all, he just wanted to spend more time with his girlfriend.

Y/N was still sleeping when suddenly she heard a loud noise coming from the outside of her apartment. As soon as she heard it, without thinking, she ran to her window and saw a very struggling Peter, desperately trying to climb up from her window. Y/N didn’t want anyone inside the building to hear Peter’s painful moans and also she didn’t want him to fall down in front of her eyes too so she helped him get inside and closed the window. She turned the lights on and regretted doing it the second she looked at Peter. She let out a loud gasp and started to tremble. Peter looked horrible. His suit was ripped off from several places, there were scars all over his face and he had a serious injury down his belly, dripping off a lot of blood.

Y/N was too devastated to move, she tried to talk: “I-I… Peter, what the hell?” She whispered, a tear running down her cheek. She kneeled down to check his wounds, she knew how to mend some of them but the others seemed too hard for her to handle.

“We need to take you to a hospital.” She said in a serious voice and got up to take her car keys. However, Peter was quicker than her, he shot webs to her arm and caught her.

“Don’t…” He could manage to whisper. Y/N was quite pissed off now. “Don’t?!” She threw her loose arm in the air fiercely and kneeled down in front of him once again. “Peter, listen to me carefully, I can dress the wounds on your face or even stitch up the one on your belly but I can’t know if you have any internal bleedings or not. What if you are having a brain hemorrhage right now? How will we know that? God I haven’t been to a medical school, I’m a high school student for god’s sake!-“

“Y/N… Please don’t yell at me. I-I just need some water, do your best, my condition is not that bad, trust me.”

Tears streaming down Peter’s clearly frightened face broke her heart. She was too harsh on him, he just needed her help. “Okay…” She whispered, nodding her head. Peter ripped the webs off her arm and she quickly got up and got her first aid kit and a glass of water for Peter.

“Okay Peter, now I’ll rip the suit off you, so tell me if it hurts I’ll stop,” she said in hurry and picked the scissors from the first aid bag. While Y/N was focused on her work, without thinking anything, Peter chuckled: “With pleasure, please do that more often.” This made Y/N blush therefore without hesitating, she hit Peter on the shoulder.

“Ahh!!” Peter yelled in pain, he was no more smirking like an idiot. Y/N realized what she had immediately:” Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry Peter, are you okay? “

“I’m fine, keep undressing me,” Peter tried to smile through the pain, he didn’t want Y/N to feel bad. “Idiot,” Y/N sighed.  Now, Peter was sitting on the floor, with nothing but his boxers. “Alright Petey, now we have to stitch that up because I’m pretty sure you will die if I don’t do that immediately.”

She picked out the needed materials from her bag and started to stitch down his belly. Both of them were silent because Y/N was too focused on making Peter feel better and Peter didn’t want Y/N to get more worried than she so he tried too hard not to scream, the pain was unbearable.

After a while, Peter couldn’t take it anymore so he yelled: “Oh God!” scaring Y/N since she was not ready for such reaction. “Peter, I’m so sorry, am I hurting you? If I do, please tell me I’ll try to be gentler, I just don’t want you to lose any blood I was-“

Peter brushed his fingers through her cheeks, now wet because she was sobbing and whispered: “Hey, hey, calm down. I’ll be okay, I have you. It doesn’t hurt, you couldn’t be more gentle, trust me. Go on.”

Y/N nodded and wiped off the tears on her face, got back on work. Peter loved watching Y/N most of the time, but this time was different. He thought she looked more beautiful than ever. The sight in front of him was just fascinating. She looked lovely with her messy hair and bare face. Even her ridiculous pajamas looked so pretty on her, Peter thought. When Y/N tilted her head, because she was done, to look at Peter, she saw that he was mesmerized. “Earth to Peter Parker, are you okay?” She giggled, waving her hands in front of his eyes. He just nodded and watched her pick up the first aid stuff from the floor.

“Now, I have to bathe you, then we can look to those little scars on your face, alright?”

“I think I just have to get injured more!” Peter’s face lit up once again. Y/N was blushing again but seeing how happy Peter was, she was also relieved so she didn’t say anything about what Peter just said.

“Hey Y/N?”

Y/N was trying to understand if the water was hot enough while Peter was sitting in the tub, full with water.

“What? Is everything okay?” Y/N asked with a concerned face, now giving her full attention to him. “No. I just need something.”

“Tell me.”

“Can you come in here?” Y/N froze, staring into Peter’s eyes. They had never done such thing before, and Y/N felt his cheeks burning. She wasn’t expecting Peter to ask something like that from her, but tonight with the adrenaline rush and possible death, Peter seemed to be more suggestive than ever.

“I-I… I have to get you towels.” She turned around and acted like she couldn’t find any towels until Peter said: “Umm… You just put them right next to the sink and I think they would be enough for both of us?”

Y/N mumbled: “Damn it!” It wasn’t like she didn’t want to get in the tub, she really did want that. She turned around and started to get undressed.  When she got to her underwear she stopped for a second, looking at Peter, who was staring at her but now trying to act like she wasn’t interested in his girlfriend, undressing in front of her.  Y/N chuckled at the sight of a very red faced Peter, who was acting like he was seeing hot water for the first time in his life: “You are an idiot.”

When Y/N finally managed to take her bra and panties off, she got into the hot tub and sat between Peter’s legs, putting her head on his chest. “Hey, tell me if this is hurting you, I can get up,” she whispered, not wanting to get up at all. “On the contrary, I’m feeling better now. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, smiling.

“I’m so glad that I have you,”

“I love you too.”

Steve Rogers/Captain America - Scruffy

A few days ago Y/N stole Steve’s shaver from his travel pack since she couldn’t find hers and because he wasn’t supposed to on a mission for a while. She didn’t think it would be a problem. That is until Steve comes back from his mission with a little bit of scruff. The night takes a very interesting turn after dinner.

Requested by: @theoneandonlysaucymo

Pairing: Steve x Fem!Reader

Characters: Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers.Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Vision (Mentioned)

Warning/s: Smut, Dom!Steve, Captain kink, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, folks)

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Mr. Eight Pack (EmsWC)

Brett Talbot x Reader

College AU

Your friends can’t talk about anything else than the annual Halloween party that occurs at the start of the autumn term, but you couldn’t be less interested as you want to put your studies first and foremoest.
An ordernary morning, you go to the gym in hopes of being alone since the early morning hour and that’s when you spot a stranger who’s giving you ‘come-over-here-baby’ eyes at you in the mirror.

A/N: So this is my entry for @fillthevoid-stilinski‘s Em’s Writing Challenge!
Thank you for letting me participate and inspiring me to write a longer fic than usual, also for this fanastic idea. I had really fun writing this and the ideas just kept coming into my mind. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

Warnings: Drunk people yo.

Word count: 7581 (JESUS CHRIST)

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World's Best Dad (Part 7)

Originally posted by xagaaga

Summary: The reader, Dean and Gracie head up to camp and have a fun first day and night together…

World’s Best Dad Masterlist

Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader

Word Count: 4,700ish

Warnings: language, accidental feels 

A/N: My cheeks hurt from writing this. I hope you all know how much happy suffering I go through writing this series…

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Picture Perfect - Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester - Chapter 7

Title: Picture Perfect

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: Around 5k

Warnings: Angst

Prompt: I got it! Can you do a fic where Sam dies while (Y/N) is pregnant with his child and so Dean helps her raise the child and they live the apple pie life and right when Dean wants to propose to (Y/N), Sam returns to life & ANGST. Please and thank you

Special thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an awesome beta!

Read: Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l Part 6

“What is that?”

Dean’s eyes remained on you for only a few seconds before casting down. He cleared his throat as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He chewed on his lower lip as he opened and closed his mouth, trying to find the right words to say at the moment. But he really found none.

“That- That is- I- I am going to-” his voice was barely above a whisper and you could hear and see the struggle crystal clear. Well, truth was you were struggling to understand- hell even try to give a reason to what was on the chair at the moment.

“Dean, what the hell is that?!” you didn’t realize how your voice rose dangerously so, the scream almost making your throat hurt.

Dean closed his eyes for a moment before he finally opened them and looked up to meet your own eyes. And that was the moment your heart dropped to your stomach. A gasp left your lips, even if he said not a single word you knew he didn’t have to. It was the one thing you feared the most once Sam came back and it was really happening. He didn’t even open his mouth to speak, you only stared at each other. You mostly angry and him completely broken.

It was the pieces you thought you had put together with your words, actions and above all love, little by little before and a lot more after Sam’s death. But here he was, maybe worse than before. And this time you feared there was nothing you could do because he wouldn’t let you even try.

“Mommy?” a low childlike voice was heard, breaking the heavy silence that had fallen between you and the older Winchester.

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Essays in Existentialism: Alone

Ever consider writing canon Clexa after Clarke returns from fixing the Pike problem and they’re alone together for the first time? Lexa is worried and nervous. Maybe Clarke changed her mind about them. Maybe it was a one time thing for Clarke. She doesn’t know where they stand and how to broach the subject. Just want to see your take on what Commander self-control would do :)

The fanfare was minimal. It was nonexistent. But there were glares and angry muttering, scowls and snarls, absolute hatred poured upon the returning sky people as they came, once again, with promises and hope for peace with a people who were not eager to be near them, let alone speak of truces and partnership.

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Black Water (Ivar x Mermaid!Reader)

Synopsis : Ivar likes to sit by the edge of the water at night when everyone is fast asleep and he can be alone – but is he really ?

A/N : This is completely random, I got sucked into a maelstorm of Ivar imagines lately and I had this idea that I couldn’t get out of my mind unless I wrote it down – now here you go, a non-sexual Ivar imagine (I know, shocker) It didn’t turn out how i wanted it to but I’ll edit it later.

Word Count : 5.8k


Originally posted by blood-and-passion

The people of Kattegat were wary of the youngest of Ragnar’s sons. The respect they showed him was inducted by their fear or becoming the next target of Ivar’s increasingly frequent mood swings. One could never be too careful around him, for his apparent harmlessness was but an illusion. It was common knowledge that he was the preferred son of his mother, Queen Aslaug, whose influence extended as far as Ragnar’s reputation did.

Ivar knew that she favored him because he was like her in many ways – seemingly not a threat to anyone, possibly even considered helpless and utterly incapable of being so much as a minor bother. Yet she ruled over their lands with an iron grip and allowed Kattegat to thrive beyond imagination. She proved them all wrong, showed them that having power and having strength were two different things.

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Enjoy the Silence - Request

Requested by @deathbyapril:  Could you do one where the reader is mute so sherlock keeps her around because she never answers back, only listens. He ends up falling in love with her and vise versa.

Pairing: Sherlock x mute!reader

Word count: 2,689

Warnings: Un-edited.

A/N: I’m so sleepy, but I wanted to do this so badly… 


Originally posted by whenisayrunrun

Sherlock Holmes, the punch-line man. He talked, and talked, and talked, and God have mercy on whoever dared to answer back – especially to the ones who argued against his statements – because Sherlock would not only destroy them, but also make sure to make it as humiliating as possible.

That was exactly why Watson had meticulously searched for the right assistant. She had to be smart, but also someone who could stay quiet all the time. She had to keep up with him, and also someone who didn’t flinch with the strange things Sherlock kept at the flat.

At first it had been a tedious task. Every single person he had interviewed had details that would make Sherlock cringe. Some of them were smart, but also chatty as a radio host. Some others were quiet, but they weren’t as smart as needed. There would be people who would be smart and quiet, but when John asked them to open the refrigerator and met the several limbs Sherlock kept there… Well, good things didn’t happen.

John was about to give up, thinking of ways of apologizing to Mary for he would have to continue working with Sherlock because no one would fit the profile. But then (Y/N) appeared.

She handed John her curriculum, which was perfectly done and emphasized the many traits Sherlock admired on a person. John tried to convince himself not to illusion himself so soon, but then she limited herself to nodding and/or shaking her head when replying to John’s questions. And when he sent her to open the refrigerator, his heart fluttered when she simply tilted her head to analyse the items there before breathing out a chuckle.

“You’re hired.” John had said seconds after, and that was how she ended up working with the world’s only consultant detective.

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Love the Way We Make Love

“We’re friends.” His argument is starting to become less convincing, possibly because he doesn’t want to be arguing about this at all. “We… we pinky swore on it.”

“Friends do each other favors all the time.”

Stiles has to snort at that logic.

“Jesus, Lydia, that’s not exactly a story I wanna tell one day. ‘How’d you lose your virginity?’ 'Oh, one of my friends took pity on me.’”

Finally, Lydia reaches over and presses pause on the remote. The movie lurches to a halt, and she throws the control to the side, reaching over to tug the blanket away from Stiles’ lap. Slowly, her eyes sweep the length of his body, staring at him. They pass over his purposefully mussed up hair, his too-loose t-shirt, his Adam’s apple, and the semi he’s got going in his jeans.

“It wouldn’t be a pity fuck,” she tells him plainly. “It’s just two friends giving each other what they want.”

“'Each other?’” He frowns. “What do you—?”

“Your fingers,” Lydia says boldly. “I like your fingers. I think they’d feel really good inside of me.” Everything goes hazy as Lydia sits up on her knees, appraising him again. Stiles can’t feel his face. He can’t feel his teeth. He can’t feel his toes. She leans forward and scrapes her teeth against the shell of his ear before whispering the next sentence in his ear. “I think I’d be tight and warm around them, and they’d feel amazing when they were in my body.” She tilts her head to the side, backing away to appraise him. “Do you want to know what that’s like, Stiles?”

Rating: Explicit
Author: Writergirl8 
Word Count: 26k+

title: your hands

pairing: kacchako

word count: 1008

notes: bakugou teaching uraraka to fight but also realizing he might just have a crush on her

— “Get up Uraraka.” Bakugou commands. He had easily thrown her to the ground for the fifth time. But despite all his howling and all the times she’s hit the ground or fallen she keeps getting back up. “Come on, don’t give up now.” He’s actually excited, much like the way he was when they had fought.

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Essays in Existentialism: Greencard

Clexa greencard marriage? Lexa is an Australian working in the u.s. When she forgets that her visa is up, she is forced to find a quick solution to be able to stay. She rants to Clarke, a girl from another department she has been running into during lunch, when Clarke offers her a way out.

“Well, aren’t you more dour than usual?” the artist asked as she refused to look up at the sulking editor.

“You know I prefer surly.”

“You are both dour and surly, and you’re raining on my nice lunch.”

“I’m sorry.”

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Allison Argent x Werewolf!Reader

~ Part 1

Requested by Anon

Warnings: Sexual content, fingering, girlxgirl.
Word count: 1 491

A/N: I used the request to make a part 2 of this imagine, I think it suited well, or else I would have an similar imagine to what I’ve already written.

Tags: @peacefullytatted01, @greek-geek481

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You and Me

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3

Originally posted by auliicraval

 A/N: This gif has absolutely nothing to do with the writing but Cameron Boyce is so cute. This sucks sm and I know that some of you guys didn’t ask to be tagged but you commented so I tagged you.

Tags: @opalescentobrien @pinkgirlisepic @emrysaaryn @bubbles2428 @sweet-nightingale-171

Carlos’s POV 

Where could she possibly be? I didn’t know her well enough to know where she’d go when she’s upset. (Y/N) didn’t seem like the type of person to go back to her room when she was hurt. I racked my knowledge of the campus and thought of the prettiest place in all of Auradon. The Enchanted Lake, that’s where she had to be.

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anonymous asked:

irene coming to visit and john gets jealous qwefghjk

Sherlock isn’t surprised when the first thing John does upon entering the flat is drop the bag of groceries in his hand.  He looks up from where he’s perched in his chair to find John standing in the doorway, his eyes glued to the woman that’s standing by the fireplace.  

“Ah, good.  You’re back,” Sherlock says, smiling.  “You remember Ms. Adler, of course.”

Irene turns around, all grace and elegance, and gives John a mischievous smile. “Hello, John,” she says.  Her smile widens, and she tilts her head when John doesn’t move. “Aren’t you going to come in?  We’ve just been having a lovely chat.”

John stares at her hard, and Sherlock can see a muscle twitching in his jaw.  He can’t help feeling a bit amused.  It wasn’t as if he could be shocked that she was alive since he’d already deduced that on Sherlock’s birthday.  And his jealousy was now completely redundant considering he’d spent the past two weeks sleeping in Sherlock’s bed, usually very much unclothed.

“What are you doing here?” John asks, his voice hard, and then he looks at Sherlock.  “What is she doing here?”

“Ooh, still so feisty,” Irene purrs, and John’s fists clench.

Sherlock sighs and stands up, handing Irene the piece of paper she’d given him upon her arrival.  She takes it from him, folding it up and slipping it down into her shirt, her eyes wicked.  

Sherlock rolls his eyes at her and turns to John.  “She requires my assistance.  For a case,” he says.

He walks over to John–whose eyes are once more narrowed on Irene–and steps right into his space, raising one hand to his jaw, urging John to look at him.  His shoulders are set in a tense line, his jaw tight, and he lets out a shaky breath when he meets Sherlock’s eyes.

“John,” Sherlock says softly.

“I don’t care if I’m being ridiculous,” John says immediately, his voice low enough that Irene wouldn’t be able to hear.  “I don’t want her here.”

“I know,” Sherlock says.  “She’s not staying.  She’s leaving town again tonight. And, for the record, you are being ridiculous.”

John opens his mouth, but Sherlock kisses him before he can say whatever angry words are on the tip of his tongue.  John huffs, but he doesn’t pull away, allowing Sherlock to tilt his head back and kiss him soundly until John’s hands are curled into Sherlock’s shirt at his sides rather than into tight fists.

“Oh, bravo,” Irene says, sounding highly amused, and John breaks away, tension flooding him again.  “Took you two long enough.”

“You can leave anytime,” John snaps.

Irene walks over to them, every step calculated and every movement flawless. She pauses just next to them and reaches out to run her hand down Sherlock’s bicep, which has John’s teeth snapping together and his eyes hardening.

“Goodbye, Sherlock,” she says, but her eyes are on John, and she winks at him.  “It was absolutely wonderful to see you again.”

Sherlock resists the temptation to roll his eyes again.  “Do go along before John has a fit.”

“Oh, but he’s so cute when he’s all riled up,” Irene says sweetly.  “Besides, I’m sure he’s a fabulous shag when he’s in such a state.”

“Out!” Sherlock orders, pointing at the door.

Irene sighs.  “Fine, fine.  So touchy, the both of you.”  She sweeps out of the door, but not before adding, “I’ll be in touch.”

John doesn’t relax until he hears the door to 221 close, and even then he’s still thrumming with palpable anxiety.  Sherlock steps closer, pushing until John’s back hits the wall, and he kisses him, soft and slow and deep.  John’s fingers thread through his hair, tight and desperate, and Sherlock presses him to the wall with his whole body, surrounding him.

“She means nothing to me, John,” he says into his mouth.

John just shakes his head hard.  “You saved her life.”

You saved mine,” Sherlock breathes, and John goes still.  Sherlock pulls back just enough to look into his face, reaching up to trail his fingertips down one cheek.

John just stares at him for a long moment, his eyes wide, and then he pushes up onto his toes to kiss him again, and this time he’s not trembling with jealousy or anger, only with desire, and Sherlock follows him willingly down the hall and into the bedroom.