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Wherein an ill-advised floral arrangement leads to a whole new definition of obliviousness, accidental mate-bonds, and far more sex and tropes than one fic really needs. or Five times Derek and Stiles didn’t notice how close they were (literally) and then a whole bunch of times when they did...

**I do NOT consent to my fics being available through lore.fm** Tommy, newly deserted Hunter doesn't quite know how it all lead up to this; Exhausted and dragging along a stumbling and completely out of it, Tubbo towards what he hopes will give them some respite. "Thirsty," He hears Tubbo mumble against his shoulder. It need not be said, Tommy knows.

Tommy is the only one in the entire family that doesn’t know that his dad, the one and only Philza Craft runs The Syndicate. AKA the most powerful mafia in the entire city. Phil intends to keep it that way for as long as possible, having his other sons Technoblade and Wilbur already a part of the family business. They all agreed not to get Tommy involved until he was ready. Turns out Wilbur and Techno didn’t actually care about that agreement and started teaching their younger brother the ‘tricks of the trade’ years ago and Phil is just now finding out about this. Who in the world teaches a 14 year old how to hot-wire a car? OrSBI Mafia AU following Tommy’s adventures as an unknowing mafia prince and all the skills and shenanigans he and his brothers got up to without him ever putting two and two together. Plus, Tommy's best friend may or may not be the son of Schlatt, the head of the competing mafia in the city. Phil thought running The Syndicate was hard, raising Tommy is even harder.

Tony had never claimed to be anything but an unrepentant slut. He and the team take it to a new level

Jungkook is a witch in hiding, unable to join magical society and unable to use his magic without physical harm to himself. He passes himself off successfully as an ordinary university student... until he rescues a dog on a cloudy Seoul morning. Suddenly, dark forces are after Jungkook and he has nowhere to turn. But then a stroke of luck lands him on the doorstep of some of the biggest players in the magical world (who are incidentally also Jungkook's biggest idols), the so-called "Elite Coven" Bangtan. Can Jungkook and Bangtan stop a plot by dark forces decades in the making? What do those forces want with Jungkook anyway? And the even bigger question: how does Jungkook resist falling in love with the six men who are willing to go all out to protect him?

Izuku realized he wasn't dreaming. He felt pain. So he wasn't dead. He was really a 14 year old again, except he also had tits and needed to worry about pregnancy. He had really just gotten his brains fucked out by both the Sludge Villain and All Might. Fuck! He had just been sent back in time and he was already messing everything up! He didn't even know what gift he had been given. Words popped up in his vision. Apparently, he had the horny version of All for One now. Copying and maybe stealing quirks with sex. God or that weird Limbo entity thought that giving Izuku an ability based around his fucked up dub-con kink was a good idea! Somehow, not having enough good shit happen to him in his past life gave him the unholy combo of his father's quirk and sex pheromones. How!? He wasn't qualified to save the world and kill his sperm donor again, but better this time. He had rape and murder fantasies. He was kinda a yandere. And his ideal murder was ripping off someone's head and shoving it in a blender. It was going to be a miracle if he didn’t kill someone with his yandere instincts going wild, considering everyone he loved died in the last timeline. This could really only end in disaster.

The wrong person hears the wrong thing at the wrong time, and everything goes to shit. The World Government jumps on this opportunity, eager to use it to their advantage. Garp won't allow it.

He opens his eyes, and stares up at the canopy of the four poster bed he's in. It takes a second, his vision is a bit blurry, but it clears up quick enough. Two seconds. Three seconds. Four seconds. Part of Jason keeps the count going, while the rest of him kind of just...seizes. Because he knows this canopy. He knows the the posts it's attached to. He—fuck—he knows the notch in the bottom left post he'd put in it when he'd stolen one of Bruce's batarangs when he was twelve and thrown it around like the stupid kid he'd been. This was Jason's room. Or, the one where Jason get's zapped with magic, wakes up in his teenage body, and decides to let the timeline know exactly how fucked it is. He also becomes the president of the Tim Drake Appreciation Club.

Footage from Deku Vs Muscular is leaked and broadcasted by a local news station in Musutafu. Class 1-A happen to tune in at just the right time to see their classmate almost die. Or: “Okay, guys, I’m just gonna say it. Those slow-mos after the fight were kinda hot, right?”

In the Shire there were two truths. The Tooks were odd and the Baggins were respectable. The Baggins family dealt in contracts and favours, and while the Shire knew that the Tooks were odd, it was the Baggins family that had other blood running through their veins.Bilbo Baggins did not go running out his door for want of an adventure, he went running out his door because of a terribly worded contract and a laughable quest that somehow held the spark of other.In this story, it is not the Tooks that held fae blood in their family tree, it is the Baggins, and theirs is so much closer to the surface.

1941 is the London Blitz and the year that MI5 really comes into its own with the now infamous ‘double cross’ system. The service keep tabs on suspects, root out enemy agents and try to turn them into doubles. Anthony J Crowley is fucking great at this job. He can be sneaky, underhanded and damn ruthless but also charming and kind. It’s what makes him good at turning. Aziraphale is just a regular Soho bookseller who loves his shop and books and good food and wine when he’s approached by a woman claiming to be MI5, wanting to recruit him for espionage. The poor man is too trusting and gets the shock of his life when he’s approached by a charming but dangerous-looking man also claiming to be MI5. Crowley recruits Aziraphale to double cross a double crosser and Aziraphale takes to espionage like a duck to water. Danger, hijinks, and sex ensue.

In this moment, he was just a normal 16 year old kid, free from the stress and trauma that followed him like a plague. In this moment he felt free. And that moment ended approximately six seconds after Tommy had taken a quick drag from the cigarette, as the door to the hotel slammed open in from of him. Shit. He was fucked.

After five years Taehyung thinks he's moved on. Moved on from that alpha who recklessly mated with him and left without a single warning. That may not prove to be true when Jeongguk comes back with a mystery to be solved. or Jeongguk comes back with a letter written by Taehyung, only Taehyung wasn't the one who wrote it.

[Sokka is five when the first mark appears. It writes itself in a deep red like a wound, as if someone had carved the word “nonbender” in a messy font across the knuckles of his left hand, as if it was handwritten with a knife. When he asks his mother, as she applies salve on Sokka’s knuckles, she sighs deeply and says nothing for a few moments. “Sometimes, spirits don’t make much sense.” Sokka has yet to turn thirteen when he wakes up screaming in pain, about ten soulmarks all over each other between his left shoulder and his ear, red and vivid like burning flesh. Among the few words that are somehow possible to read out of the disastrous scribbling, “disrespectful” and “coward” and “burned” and “sorry sorry sorry” are the ones that stand out the most to Sokka. He thinks, at the tender age of twelve, whoever did this to his soulmate will be sorry too, one day. A month after Hakoda leaves him with the job of the protector at the age of thirteen, Sokka realizes, with a bitter taste in his mouth, that he’s got more soulmarks than his entire village combined.] Or, to have a soulmark is to carry the vilest things that your soulmate believes about themselves on your skin.

An ode to all our fave yandere BNHA boys. Prompts taken.11. Shigaraki is true to his word.Shigaraki/Reader | Sweets Sequel 12. Dabi finds you.Dabi/Reader | Fiend Final 12. The temp massage therapist is your biggest fan.Shindo You/Reader

How Jim Hopper, police chief of Hawkins, adopted his children and did his best to keep them safe through multiple apocalyptic scenarios. How having a safe parental figure changed Steve's life.

Smut...Emma has a cock...originally a one shot that turned into a 3 chapter fic

The Ministry of Magic is terrible. Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter want to do something about it. But they fall through the Veil and bring someone along with them. After all, when do one of Harry Potter's plans go correctly? The trio lands in a new Earth, makes a living for themselves as the Potter family and is one of the wealthiest families in the country. or Nick Fury opens up an old case about an energy surge and investigates. The Avengers are a bit weary about the new SHIELD recruit. Especially when Natasha Romanoff shoots him and he's still alive. While on a somewhat mission with the new recruit, they find someone from the recruits past who somehow made his way to New York, found Harry Potter, and has the key to defeating one of Earth's greatest adversaries, even if it means getting help from an unlikely ally.

Jisung is going through puberty and entered the horny-af-teens phase.Being roommates with chenle, his crush and sexual awakening, is definitely not helping. Don't like don't click.

eddie's not entirely sure he believes in getting help, at least not for himself. there's only so much healing to be had for a body torn apart by bullets, for a mind that's only half there, for a man who's been leaving pieces of himself behind all his life with nothing to take their place. except, as it turns out, falling apart happens in increments, and healing does, too: it happens when you gnaw a hole in your lip trying to keep quiet only to have the words escape; when you realize that the ghost you've been seeing out of the corner of your eye is yourself; when your best friend smiles, and you allow it to take your breath away. it happens through the smallest of things: bird feeders, and cacti, and pasta shapes. meanwhile, the world goes on. (or: the entity often affectionately referred to as the unrepression fic.)

Crowley's latest brilliant idea involves ranting about his undying love tiny crush on Aziraphale on Twitter instead of actually dealing with his feelings now that the world didn't end. Because he will never find out, right? Right?