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Divine Intervention

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Once Sam leaves the motel room, Dean locks the door behind him and sits down on the bed to consider his options. He’s got a couple of hours at least before his brother gets back and he’s feeling restless. Maybe he should indulge in a little me-time to see if that helps.

Double checking that the door is locked, he lies back on the bed and reaches for his belt, then stops and grabs another pillow to shove behind his head. He starts to move toward his belt again but instead drops his hands to the mattress, sighing. He kinda wishes Cas were here. Not like that he quickly adds to himself. It’s just that it’s been awhile since he’s seen Cas and he wonders how he is. He’d probably feel better if he knew Cas was ok. He’d definitely be less edgy if he could be sure that Cas wasn’t in any kind of trouble. That’s all. If Cas could only poof on in here with his hair all fluffed up and his eyes all blue and his arms all muscley…

Ok, maybe a little bit like that.

He lets his mind wander into something that approximates praying to Cas but leaves him with plausible deniability. If he shows up, great. If not, it’s not like Dean is lying around here being a wussy baby. It’s no big deal either way.

Only a few seconds pass before that tell-tale whoosh has Dean smiling. It’s only another second later that Dean scrambles to his feet because that is not Cas. It’s an older man Dean has never seen before, dressed incongruently in a loud Hawaiian shirt and ripped jeans.

In a flash, Dean has a knife in his hand but with a flick of the intruder’s wrist it goes flying across the room. Next, Dean grabs for the gun in his jacket pocket but before he can get to it, another casual gesture leaves him pinned against the wall.

“I’m not here to hurt you.”

Dean gives him the best glare he can muster while being completely at his mercy.

“I’m happy to free you if you’ll just hear me out.”

Dean nods and immediately feels the use of his body return. Taking a few steps away from the wall, he clenches and unclenches his fists. “What are you? What do you want?”

The stranger eyes him curiously. “First off, why did you start with the knife?”

“Are you seriously questioning my weapon choices?”

The man ticks things off on his fingers. “Knife first, then gun. What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking of killing you,” Dean answers, and yeah, he’s feeling a little defensive at this point. “Still am,” he mutters a bit more quietly.

“Why not go first for the angel blade under the bed?”

Dean narrows his eyes at him. “How did you know about—“

“You were praying. To an angel. And then I appeared. It doesn’t take a genius.”

Now that Dean has gathered himself a little, he recognizes some of the angelic signs: that ramrod posture despite the casual clothing, and the intense, almost quizzical stare. “Ok, fine. A winged dick. Got it. What do you want?”

The angel sighs, sort of like Sam does right before one of his lectures. “Where do I start? The recklessness? The medicating with alcohol? The insistence on pork rinds as one of the major food groups?” This last one is accompanied by an actual shudder.

“Great, my own personal self-help angel.” Dean crosses his arms in front of his chest. “Look, buddy, why don’t you mind your own business, I wasn’t even praying to you.”

“I know.”

“You know? Then what are you doing here? Isn’t that like…opening somebody else’s mail?” Or something. Either way Dean is pretty sure it’s against angel etiquette.

The angel doesn’t seem put off by Dean’s excellent reasoning. “Who were you praying to?”

Dean hems and haws. “Don’t you know?”

The angel raises his eyebrows. “Say it.”

Dean feels himself blush. “Castiel.”

Cas poofs in. “Hello, Dean.”

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Lets analyze this photo shall we.

J-Hope: Fuck. Yes. Fuck. Me

V: too scared to reach for the fun spot. Pussy.

Kookie: place the hand down gently and nobody gets hurt.

Rap Mon: You can do it Namjoon, you can do it, stick the landing, stick the- fuck, too hard Namjoon, you stuck it too hard.

Jimin: time to give these peeps a heart attack. Penis grab engaged. Shit. Penis grab missed. Fuck it. Belt grab engaged.

Suga: how about instead of grabbing it, I just thrust it, really hard.

Jin: it’s okay jin, we all know you’re not the dancer. Your hubby had enough crotch grab for the both of you.

anonymous asked:

But, consider-- Misha also grabbed Jared's crotch at JIBcon 8 in front of a crow of people ... Soooooo.. I don't know what to think anymore. Is this a guy thing? Is it a Jensen, Jared, Misha thing? Is it a cockles thing? (Quoting Jared: I want to believe! Lol)

Hmmm, but did he? There’s definitely a chair in the way, so we don’t know for sure. It’s more likely he simply hovered over the D without actually touching the D.

Originally posted by sastiel-and-such

Not to mention the fact that Jared is the one who moves his hand and Misha’s face is very ‘awkward’ neutral and not at all flustered and blushy and smiley the way he gets when him and Jensen are touching each other or stroking each other or giving each other tender eye fucks.

Originally posted by gayngelofthelordlovesdean

You want something to believe? Believe this my dear anon: Jensen grabbed Misha’s dick, full-on, not as a comedic bit in front of crowds but all a part of their on-going sexual banter on set that has now progressed from naughty jokes, fake BJ’s, to ACTUAL dick grabbing. To me this just speaks to their very intimate relationship and obvious lack of boundaries that, in my experience, generally only derives from frequent zero clothes + much friction kind of interactions.

Also you know what another word for sexual banter is?



Imagine meeting Dean in a bar.

Title: The Good Girl

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, (briefly), Jayden, Rae, Dani, & Bailey (OFCs briefly mentioned)

Warnings: pre-smut, language, fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: So, this story is rooted in my own personal experience at 25. Obviously the guy wasn’t Dean fucking Winchester, but oh if he had been. *whew* Thank you Mimi and Erin for helping me see the issues and get them resolved. I know that a lot of you have been EAGERLY anticipating this fic. I REALLY hope it doesn’t disappoint you. It got lengthy and a little out of control and WILL have one more part. - I know it’s an HOUR LATE. SORRY!

Summary: You were a good girl. You went off to a private Christian college because  you knew there was a bad girl waiting to be set free. You wanted a career, so you made a choice. You went away. You didn’t smoke. Didn’t drink until you were 21. No bars until you were 23. Didn’t have sex until you were in love, or at least you thought you were in love. You’ve always liked who you are, but there was a pretty distinct shift when you were 25. Five friends. One guy. One piano. One drink. One bar. Everything changed. You’re different now, and you’re certain you’ll never forget that leather jacket or those green eyes. Jan. 24th, 2012. The day Dean Winchester rolled through town.

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3 Billion Dollars - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by shadowtina

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped. 

Genre: Fluffy with a hint of angst in this one

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8} {part 9} {part 10} {part 11} {part 12} {part 13} {part 14} {part 15} {part 16} {part 17} {part 18}

A/N: This is the first story I’m posting on Tumblr! I hope you like it! I will always take requests if you wanna send me any. Anyways please enjoy! 

PS: This is just part 1 and it maybe kinda slow.

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~ Admin Brooklyn

“What are we going to do?” Your mother whisper quietly to her husband. Her disappointment in your father was clear, as her face framed her emotions, all of them ranging from anger and frustration to anxiety and worry.

“I don’t know, but I’m so sorry.” Your dad said, remorse filling his voice. “I’m sorry. I’ve should’ve found a better way. I could’ve-”

“Are they coming?” Your mother cut him off, igniting a new problem in their minds.

“I don’t know. They didn’t say they would.” Your father said. As if on cue, the doorbell chimed through the house. Little three-year-old you smiled and ran towards the door.

“Mommy, Mommy someone’s here!” You giggled joyfully. As you stood in front of the door waiting for someone to open it. Your mother picked you up and carried you away from the front door.

“Sweetheart, (Y/N), go play in your room please.” You looked at your mother with wide eyes and nodded your head. She carefully set you down and you headed towards your room. Your mother watched as you climbed the steps and went to your room. The sound of the doorbell broke her trance. She looked at the door with panic and fear as she turned the knob. She plastered a smile on her face as the door swung open.

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Petname Babygirl II pt.3

yoongi x reader

genre: filth..fluff? I don’t know except for the smut, dom!yoongi

this chapter contains a bit of everything, I guess

word count: 10.6k

Your business trip involved boring meetings, some time for yourself and you being naked and tied up underneath your boss.

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💋 You Make Me Angry (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: Angry sex with Gray and you’re still angry afterwards

Warnings: Mild BDSM/Daddy kink/Thigh riding/Eating out/Finger sucking

A/N: Yeah sorry it’s taken me forever to post I’ve been busy with school and work :/ This is shit and I’m sorry. Also no more ships! Too many atm. But this was requested by my girls @scuteedolans @thedolansaintshit

Originally posted by punishmedolans

“Grayson I just don’t understand what the big deal is!” I shouted as I stormed away from Grayson. We were currently having one of our many fights and I wasn’t in the mood for it. Grayson was shirtless and was in some black basketball shorts while I was wearing a tank top and pajama shorts. He was getting ready to go out with Ethan before we got into this argument.

“The big deal is you just stood there and let Kian talk and flirt with you like I wasn’t even there. That’s the problem Y/N!” Grayson snapped as he followed me up the stairs. “You guys have slept together! Remember? There was a time before me!” Grayson snapped at me.

“Yeah I know! We both have a past Grayson!” I groaned, but soon I was jerked back by Grayson. “Wha–” I was cut off my his mouth on mine before I had anytime to justify what was happening.

Originally posted by sensualkisses

“Jump baby.” I did what I was told and my legs wrapped around Grayson’s waist as he carried me to the bedroom not breaking our kiss. My hands cupped the side of his face as he held me up with one arm while the other opened the bedroom door. He broke the kiss as he kissed my collarbone harshly. “Do you wish Kian was here instead of me?” He asked in between kisses. I let out a light moan as he found my sweet spot. Grayson knew just how to make me come undone and that’s what I loved about him, but he also knew exactly how to piss me off.

“Gray–” I was cut off from scolding him to now his tongue was back in my mouth exploring. He stuck his knee up against the wall for support so my legs straddled his thigh. I sucked in a quick breath. Sex with Grayson was always wild and exciting. We always tried new things, but tonight was different. Yes he was jealous and angry, but each touch was more passionate than the last. We’ve had angry sex before but this time it felt different. Maybe it was the jealousy behind the idea of my ex. He leaned in and pressed my shoulders against the wall hard.

“What do you want to do baby girl?” He asked as his hand slipped inside my shirt as he unhooked my bra and cupped my breast. “Show me.” I bit my bottom lip as I looked him up in the eyes. “Show daddy what you want to do.” His voice was low and deep. He sounded very sexy and kinda raspy. I slowly rocked my hips against his thigh as he smirked. His hand found it’s way to the back of my head as he bent down to kiss my neck. Grayson then decided he had felt enough of my awkward rocking as he moved us to the bed. I repositioned myself on his thigh as I deeply grinded against him earning a low moan from the both of us.

Originally posted by painfulblisss

“Fuck daddy.” I moaned as I continued to rock my hips as I felt myself getting wetter. I knew what that did to Grayson as I saw him palming himself through his shorts. The only thing separating my wet self from Grayson’s thigh was my soaked underwear. Grayson pulled his shorts down a little which revealed his hardon as he started to jack himself off. As he pumped himself and I rocked my hips to the motion of his pumping. I could feel myself getting close as I started to slip and slide against his thigh. I let out some shaky moans as Grayson stops pumping himself and looked at me. He grabbed my hips hard so I had to stop rocking.

“You can’t cum yet. You’re still in trouble for flirting with another guy. So I have to punish you.” A smirk crept across his face as he pushed me off of his thigh and back against the bed. I lied down, but then Grayson surprised me. He had grabbed his belt from under the bed and tied my wrists together above my head.

“Gray–” I began to protest, but he cut me off by placing his finger on my lips. He then ran his thumb across my bottom lip with a smirk on his.

“It’s daddy to you baby girl. I’m going to show you how a real man should treat you.” Without warning I felt Grayson push his finger inside of me which made me gasp. My hips leaped up from the bed as I moaned. He started chuckling, but soon his chuckling when to a straight face which looked a bit angry? I tried to pull my wrist down, but it was no use. I then felt him slide another finger inside of me as he bit his bottom lip harshly. I let out a shaky gasp. “Can Kian touch you like this? No he can’t. Who can touch you like this?” He asked but I threw my head back as I let out a soft moan. Grayson’s fingers slowed down. “I asked you a question baby girl.”

“You Grayson. Only you.” Grayson pulled his fingers out from me which made me whimper. I’ve never been like this with him, or with anyone for that matter. This boy just did things to me.

“I asked WHO can touch you like this?” Grayson’s giant hand grasped/cupped my vagina with a firm squeeze. My hips jolted up in the air from the shock action from Grayson.

“You daddy! Only you can touch me like this!” I moaned as my hips slowly landed back on the bed. He smirked as I was a heaving mess.

“Good girl.” He put the two fingers that were inside of me right in front of my face. “Taste yourself baby.” I opened my mouth as his two fingers went inside of my mouth which made me blush hard. I swirled my tongue around the two fingers as he slowly pulled them out leaving a streak of red on his fingers from my lipstick. “How do you taste?” He asked me as he stood up and walked to the closet.

“I taste good daddy. What are you doing?” I asked him confused but he just smiled at me.

“Close your eyes.” He smirked.

Originally posted by daydreamminds

“What? No tell me–” I was cut off by Grayson flipping me over so I was on my stomach. I felt my wrist twist within the leather belt as I felt my ankles being cuffed. I turned my head slightly to see that there was a spreader bar between my legs. “Grayson what are you doing?” I asked with a small chuckle.

“You’re being punished baby girl remember?” I then felt a hot sting right on my ass to where Grayson spanked me. Grayson then grabbed the bar which was wrapped around my ankles and flipped me over again so I was on my back. “Now daddy want’s a taste.” Grayson’s head went in between my thighs as he placed gentle kisses on my inner thighs. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re not going to remember who he even is.” I must admit, jealous and angry Grayson was hella sexy. I wanted him to fuck me and tease me until I forgot how to walk, but at the same time I was annoyed he kept bringing up Kian. It was like he was insecure or something.

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

“Who Kian?” I teased and Grayson shot me a look. His eyes were dark and hooded as he gripped my thighs and clawed over my stretch marks. I felt his his hair tickling my thighs as I felt his warm and wide tongue sliding up and down my slit. I could feel him sucking my clit which caused my hips to buck up as he pinned them down. He was eating me out so good. Better than my exes. He was grinding into my thighs and I saw his head bobbing up and down while I heard him moaning and slurping. I could feel myself wanting to come undone right there, but I had to control myself as I let out shaky moans.

“Ah fuck daddy.” I couldn’t close my thighs. I couldn’t tangle my fingers in his hair. This was absolute torture. I felt Grayson smile as he gently nibbled on my lower lips and followed them with kisses. I felt Grayson’s hands slowly tracing my stretch marks as one hand made it’s way up to my breast where my pierced nipples were.

“And who do these belong to?” Grayson’s head popped up as my hips stopped rocking.

“They’re yours daddy. Only yours.” I bit my bottom lip to which Grayson smirked.

“I think you’ve learned your lesson princess.” Grayson then undid the spreader bar to where I could wrap my legs around him as he also undid the belt around my wrists. My hands quickly went to his shoulders as I felt Grayson push himself inside of me. “Fuck you’re so wet Y/N. I’m not going to last long.” He chuckled as he thrusted inside of me. He stretched one leg over his shoulder to hit my Gspot just right.

Originally posted by pleasingpics

“That’s what you get for all that fucking teasing.” I growled as Grayson thrusted deeper into me as his hands tangled in my messy curly hair. His hand moved down my body as he shakily traced all the marks on my body. Stretch marks, scars, birthmarks, and bruises. He traced them gently as his fingers rubbed my clit vigorously. I felt myself getting closer as the knot built up in my stomach as I thrusted into him.

“Ah fuck princess! You know what that does to me.” He screamed as I felt him fill me up with his cum and soon I came undone myself. Grayson pulled out of me as he shoved two fingers inside of me which caused me to shake. He pulled out his two white coated fingers and placed his fingers in front of my mouth like earlier. I sucked the white coating off slowly as he watched intently. “How do I taste?”

“Better than Kian.” I smirked as I remembered why this sex happened. He was jealous.

“Gray are you ready?” Ethan shouted in the living room.

“Yeah hold on!” He shouted as he looked at me. He grabbed my heat with a full grip again which made me jump. “Remember who gets you like this. Remember who makes you cum that hard.” He said as he gave me a kiss full of tongue and lust. “Round 2 when I get home and next time I won’t go so easy on you princess.” He teased as he grabbed a pair of jeans and the belt he used to tie my wrists to wrap around his waist. He blew a kiss as he left me in the room wet, cold, and hella horny.

Hummingbird Heartbeat

Pairing; Finn Balor x Reader

Summary: Finn’s been in a fully committed relationship with wrestling and no one else. He thinks it’s going to be that way forever until Becky throws a birthday party and invites her incredibly cute cousin. 

Warnings: Language and Fluff.  

Word Count: 6,154


The incessant honking from the car parked in his driveway continued to blare throughout the neighborhood even after he was stumbling out the front door, still trying to slip his Vans on. 

It would have been one thing if he wasn’t late already - having lost track of time at the gym - but now Sami and Ben seemed to just be adding emphasis to their feelings about his lack of socializing outside of work; the longer the car horn blared, the more time the two of his friends would probably spend on expressing their opinions about Finn’s need to go out and be more social. 

“Well it’s about damn time” Sami shouts from the driver’s seat, “thought you were just going to hide out in your bedroom and ignore us until we drove away… again.”

“Sorry, sorry. Lost track of time, I was helping Matt train some of the newcomers at the performance center,” Finn huffs, running to the backseat and sliding in. 

Ben turns around in the passenger seat and looks at him, “You ever gonna give yourself a break man? You were never hired to be a trainer.”

“I know that, Matt just really appreciates the help sometimes.”

Sami speaks up next, cranking the ignition and peeling out the driveway, “Yeah, but you need to get a life man, when’s the last time you did something that didn’t involve wrestling”

The question is answered with silence, because Finn really can’t remember the last time he did something unrelated to work, and he hates himself for that. It’s not like he’s intentionally cut himself off from the social world, he’s just always wanted to be the best. 

No one becomes the best if they don’t work at it twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. 

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A/N: Alright, so I realized I never specified this, but I don’t actually feel that comfortable writing sex scenes (in any writing). It’s not because Peter is supposed to be 15, since Tom Holland is 20 years old, but just because I’ve never written smut, so I’m not quite at that level yet. Maybe one day, followers, maybe one day…

#84: “It’s like you want to ruin men/women for me.”

#87: “They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.”

Summary: You and Peter have been dating for 6 months and Aunt May leaves the two of you alone.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

“It’s like you want to ruin men for me,” you complained, laying on Peter’s bed. He turned to look at you, confused, though you could see the smallest hint of a smile on his face. He had been trying to reach up to the top shelf in his closet and his t-shirt kept riding up, exposing his torso to you. The short sleeves were rolled up, exposing more of his biceps, and you just couldn’t help your wandering eyes.

“Oh, hush,” he laughed, finally grabbing the clothes he’d wanted. Peter bounded over and sat beside you on the bed, fiddling with his phone. You watched him with a soft smile on your lips.

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The Worlds Greatest Detective

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Request: Hey there:) can I request something where Bruce comes back from patrol frustrated because the trail he was tracking went cold or something so the reader helps him blow off some steam? Can it be a little smutty please? Thanks;)

Description: After going on a wild goose chase with none other than The Riddler, Bruce returns frustrated and defeated. Y/N attempts to make her lover feel better, but only one thing can make him feel like himself and clear his mind. 

Smut: yep! 

Words: 2266

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anonymous asked:

Established supercorp and sanvers: sanvers take care of a drunken supercorp

“I am not DURNK!” Lena set down her glass of scotch, sloshing a bit over the side as she glared at Kara giggling across from her in the booth. “I’m not.” Lena huffed again, trying not to give in to her desire to smile at Kara as she snorted and fixed her glasses.

“I can outdrink you.”

“That’s nooooo fair” Kara slipped as she tried to sit forward. “Mine’s stronger, I could outdrink that stuff.” Kara pointed at the offending bottle of scotch Lena had purchased at the beginning of the night.

“You’re kryptonian!” Lena whispered loudly as she looked around for listening ears. “That wouldn’t be a fair comparison.”

Lena smirked at Kara as she tried to smother her giggles and sit up straighter as M’gann approached the table.

“I called Alex.” M’gann cleared the glasses hoping it would be enough to stop their drinking, hoping neither would turn to drinking straight from the bottle. “I wasn’t sure how you came, but you definitely shouldn’t be flying Kara. I don’t need you taking out any buildings.”

Kara pointed dramatically at M’gann, “No drinking and flying.” M’gann smiled before she nodded and walked away.

“She took our glasses.” Kara leaned forward over the table until she was almost laying on the surface.

“She did.” Lena laughed, as Kara turned to eye her bottle. “Don’t even think about it. I will not sit here while you drink from the bottle.”

Sighing Kara dramatically laid her chin on the table staring up at Lena. “You’re pretty.”

“And you’re so much more drunk then me.”

“I feel floaty.” Kara giggled as she closed her eyes.

“Kara. KAra!” Lena kicked her under the table, groaning as she immediately regretted her decision. Pulling her foot into her lap rubbing it. “Alex is here.” She nodded toward the door. “Did you fall asleep?”

“Asleep? noooooo.” Kara grinned as Alex approached the table. “You look like my sssister.”

“So you’ve said before.”

“Are you slurring your words?” Maggie raised her eyebrows as she looked over Kara. Alex had mentioned M’gann called but she figured Kara had just needed help getting Lena home.

“You get Kara.” Alex grinned as she moved towards Lena looking down at Lena cradling her foot.

“She’s your sister!”

“Exactly. Who do you think helped her home when Mon-El introduced her to the stuff? It’s your turn.” Alex looked back down at Lena. “Can you walk?”

“I kicked Kara.” Lena looked up at Alex with the biggest sad eyes as she kept rubbing her foot. Trying not to snort Alex nodded her head, “Been there. Let’s get you to the car, I’ll be able to check it out better there, its probably not broken but don’t put too much weight on it.”

Lena awkwardly pulled herself from the booth, Almost falling as she tried to stand. “I’m not drunk Alex, I can walk on my OWN.” Lena tried pulling away as Alex held her steady.

“Lena, you hurt your foot. I just said you can’t put weight on it. Do you really want to hop all the way back to the car?”

The two stared at each for a long moment before Lena gave in, pulling off her second heel, she threw her arm over Alex’s shoulder almost hitting her in the face.

Maggie stood in front of Kara, she had dealt with many drunk and disorderlies, many of them aliens, but few of them with any of Kara’s powers.

“Kara, lets go, we’re driving you home.”

Swaying Kara tried to stand next to Maggie as she pointed at M’gann behind the bar, “Well I’m not flying!”

“I’m drunk, I’m not allowed.” Kara whispered against Maggie’s ear.

Putting a steadying hand against Kara, Maggie tried directing Kara to the door until she started rising up like a helium balloon.

“Alex!” Maggie called to Alex’s departing back. “She’s floating.”

“Good luck with that!” Groaning Maggie grabbed Kara’s belt pulling her back to the floor. “Kara, look at me.” Maggie held Kara’s belt until she was staring into blue eyes. “You start floating again and I’m letting you go. I hate flying and you aren’t taking me with you, got it?”

Kara nodded. “Heavy feet.”

Maggie nodded confused, “Yeah Kara… heavy feet.” Turning to walk again Kara stared ahead with concentration, picking up each foot up to her knee before setting it down again. Walking slowly as if she had weights tied around her ankles. Maggie groaned covering her face as she waited behind Kara to complete each dramatic step, inching towards the door.

When they finally made it outside Alex was leaning against the passenger door.

“What took so long?” Maggie plastered on a big smile as she gave Alex a vaguely threatening look. Alex pulled open the door as Maggie covered the top of the door with her hand maneuvering Kara into the backseat.
“I’m fine! I’m fine.” Kara laughed as she fell into the car. “You’re really smaall.” Grinning Kara turned to Lena in the backseat snuggling into her side ignoring Maggie as she slammed the door.

“What is heavy feet?”

“She remembers that?!” Alex burst out laughing. “I taught her to pretend her feet were really heavy when she got to earth. So heavy she couldn’t float away, and so heavy that if she didn’t walk carefully she would break the ground.”

“Apparently it’s the key to keep her from floating away when she’s drunk.” Maggie grinned, “I should have taken a video of her walking Alex.”

“J’onn just kept her from floating away last time.” Alex grinned as she wrapped her arms around Maggie’s waist and burying her face in Maggie’s neck.

“Whoa whoa whoa!” Pushing Alex back Maggie stared in her face. “J’onn helped you last time and you left me by myself?!”

“You’re lucky I like you Danvers.” Alex grinned as she leaned into Maggie pressing her gently against the car, giving her a kiss.

“Yes I am.”

Giggling brought them back as they both shifted to look in the back window.

“Apparently you aren’t the only lucky Danvers.”

Alex covered her eyes as she groaned, “Can we please just get them home?”

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Harry and y/n are dating and they're in the stage where they're new to having sex and it's a game to see who had what kink?

 It’s probably late when the boys finish the show and you’re desperate to see Harry so you don’t wait for him to come backstage but go straight on the stage. It’s safe, because fans are already gone, even the camera guys and the security guards.

“Babe” he calls when he sees you and runs to you. “Did you have fun with Lou and the other girls?”

“Nope” you pout your lips, “Well, yes but i missed you and i didn’t really enjoyed Lux bitting my finger.”

“So you did have fun but you missed me and that’s why you didn’t enjoy the girls?”

“Exactly” you smile and give him a small peck on the lips.

“But you saw me an hour and a half ago” he laughs.

“I know” you look at his lips again and then all over the stage to see if there is anyone else. “But i need you.” you whisper in his ear then bite his earlobe. “I need you so much. My period is gone and i’m so desperate to have you in me. Or for you to touch me, or anything, just please let me have you for a little.”

“Okay, let’s go to the hotel room and i’ll think about it.”

“No” you grab his hand, “I need you now. I can’t wait.”

“But we’re on the stage, Y/N, someone can come any time and catch us. Absolutely no. This is an awful idea and you’re gonna regret it when someone sees your bare ass.”

“I’m not gonna regret it. And no one will come, you and the boys finished the show so no one has work to do in here.”

“And what about the cleaners?” he smiles, thinking that he’s gonna win.

“I don’t care. I need you” you whisper again then rub yourself on his crotch and moan. “Please, Harry, no one will find out.”

He watches you with an intensive look in his eyes and you can almost hear his thoughts. You know he’s struggling and about to give up and give you want you want so you kiss his jaw, then go down on his neck and grab his belt.

“Okay” he finally says, “but it’ll be quick and we have to be really quite.”

You smile thankfully and give him a kiss before you go down on his neck once again and start sucking at his skin.

“Wanted to do this so much” you say and lick the red spot, “You have no idea.”

“Babe, no” he moans, “don’t leave me a red mark, fans will go crazy and all the paparazzi…”


His hands travel to the back of your thighs and he lifts your dress. “Misses yeh so much too, babe. Those seven days without tastin’ yeh were a disaster.

“Want to taste me then?” you smile, thinking about the wettness in your panties.

“We have to be quick and quite. Remember?”

“We will be” you tell him, starting to unbutton his belt.

“Are yeh sure? ‘Cause every time i get down on yeh, you can’t stay quite, babe. You keep moaning loud and screaming my name. Someone will hear you.”

“I’ll be quite. Promise.”

“If you make any noise, i’ll stop” he warns you, “lay down.”

You do as you’re told and open up your legs for him. He gets on his knees and holds your thighs so you can’t move. You start trembling even from the start - when he takes your panties down your legs with his teeth, - and he smiles at how weak you are after a whole weak without his touch. 

“Sorry” you smile too, trying to calm down.

“Such a desperate little girl for me, aren’t yeh?” 

“Yeah” you moan, not really knowing if this is an aswer for his question or a urged for him to continue. “And i actually think i have a fetish for your head between my thighs.”

“Really?” he smirks, “And speaking of this… Do you think you actually have some kind of fetish for something.”

“Like… I think about your hands a lot… And your dirty talk… But i don’t really know about having a fetish…”

“Want to try something then?” he asks, smirking.

You already know you’re gonna regret this but you nod.

“Call your mom.” 

“What?” you can’t believe your ears, “R-right now?”


You take your phone from your purse and search for her number. “What do you have on mind?” you ask, not really thinking whatever he wants it’s safe. 

“Just call her.”

When he hears her voice trough the phone speaker, he licks your and start sucking at your clit, still looking up to you with a dirty glance.

“Hi, sweetie” she says and you can feel how he’s playing with you and pretty much enjoying it.

“H-hi, mom” you say and wait for him to continue but he looks at you, “Just wanted to check how your day was.”

He starts licking again, still holding your trembling legs. 

“Boring if i have to be honest. And yours?”

“Mine was boring too” you close your eyes for a moment and bite your bottom lip, “I waited for Harry to finish the show and now we’re in the hotel room, waiting for our food.”

“Can you give the phone to him, i have something to ask him about the concerts because your cousin Emily wants to go to that one in Las Vegas…”

“No, mom” you open your mouth wide, trying not to scream when Harry bites at your clit. “He’s in the shower and he’s really tired. Maybe tomorrow.”

“Okay, honey. I have to hang up now because your dad is calling me but we’ll hear tomorrow.”

“Yes, mom” you moan, not really quite, “Bye”

“Wait, what happend?”

“Uhm” you stare at Harry with a look which almost can kill, “I j-just hit my toe.”

“Oh” your mom says, but you can’t say that you convinced her. “Okay, goodbye.”

“Are you fucking crazy?” you ask him and put your phone somewhere on the stage.

“No” he laughs, “But if you want me to stop, i have no problem with that.”

“No! No, please, i need to cum.”

“Then tell me what fetishes you have.”

“I don’t know, i already… Fuck, yeah!… told you.”

“So… if you don’t like to be quite and pretend that you don’t get licked while you talk on the phone then what about sensory deprivation?”

“I-i don’t know what you mean, Harry, please continue, please, babe, i need to cum.”

“Just if you let me blindfold you.”

“What?” you furrow your eyerbrows.

“I’ll put my bandana on your eyes so you can’t see what i’m ‘bout to do”

“No” you shake your head, “I like to watch you taking care of me.”

“Hmm” he smiles, “Then what about switching roles?”

“Like… Me fucking your mouth?”

“Yeah” he laughs, “like that.”

You lift yourself up on your elbows and slowly move closer to him. You can see how your juices are falling down from his lips on your clit. 

“Should i-i…?

“Yeah” he says, “do whatever you want to.”

You move a little bit closer to him and he starts sucking at your clit again. Your fingers tangle in his hair, you take off his bandana and covers his eyes with it. “Are you enjoying it?” You slowly grind to his mouth.

“Yes, and i think i found my kink.”

“Blindfolding?” you ask and take ful grip on his hair.

He doesn’t say anything, just gives you a look and keep sucking and licking, slightly moaning because he can’t get enough of the taste of you. You don’t even have the chance to warn him that you’re about to cum when he bites at your clit and leaves you trembling and desperate for more. Before you can even take control of your breathing, he takes of his belt and pulls his jeans and boxers down. 

“I’m not sure you’re going to like this… Just tell me if something is wrong.”

You look at him, his knees are next to the both side of your shoulders and you have a close view of his cock.

“It’s alright, Harry, go on.”

He wraps his fingers around his red tip, precum on it, and takes a hold on your hair. “Is it really fine?” he asks again.

You don’t feel like convincing him for one more thing today so you take it in your mouth and starts sucking as he pulls in and out.

“You look so beautiful like this, Y/N. There’s something so erotic about your cherry lips. It makes me so horny watching them. And when you kiss me it’s always too hard not to get turn on.”

He starts trusting fast, not giving you time to prepare and you start gagging on him. Your hands travel to his balls and start massaging him, making a throaty moan slip of his lips.

“God, babygirl, i’ll never be able to take enough from yeh, won’t i?”

You takes his cock in your hand and start pumping as his head falls back down. “Come for me, daddy, let me swallow it like a good girl.” This drags him to the edge and he moans the loudest you’ve ever heard him, both of you forgot someone can hear you.

After he recovers from his orgasm, he kisses you thankfully and gives your butt a slight slap. “No one heard us, babe, we should celabrate it in the hotel room later.”

“Yeah. We should also take into consideration that i didn’t regret any of this.” you smile at him while he picks up your panties from the floor and puts them in his pocket.

“Can’t wait.”

anonymous asked:

Can you do a super daddy!kink namjoon fanfic pls! Like the reader (gf) didn't text him or some shit like that so he doesn't touch or anything to punish her But she ends up masturbating to porn and he catches her "punishes" her ( ^^ sorry)

This rude fucker here like just ugh. ugh. HERE YA GOOOO ANON


Namjoon pursued his lips looking at his phone for what seemed like the hundred time that day. You were suppose to call him, text him, any fucking thing to let him know when you had arrived to your friends house. You told him you were going for a girls night out. Which he understood he couldn’t expect you to always be under him in the house 24/7 but what he didn’t expect was you to completely ignore him and not tell him anything. What if you were hurt? Dead? He knew he was overreacting a little bit but he set rules for a reason and he knew that you had guy friends who were going to be there. He trusted you but not them, and he would kill anyone that put hands on what belonged to him.  With a frustrated huff Namjoon went to his room slamming the door shut laying to sleep. 


As soon as the door opened he was on the couch waiting for you to come into the front room. You stilled a bit dropping your bags on the floor smiling widely as if nothing was wrong. “Hi daddy!” 

“Shut up.” He growled eyes dark, bags under his eyes and you frowned wondering why he was being so harsh.

“What’s your problem?!” You asked him walking towards him slowly.

“My problem?!” He growled standing up towering over you. “You were supposed to fucking call me last night! And you didn’t you didn’t say shit nor inform me! I thought I could sleep but all I could do is think of my baby girl and what she was doing. So don’t come in here asking my damn problem when you disobeyed my rules. I do not ask for much, just a little but if it is too much for you then pack your shit and leave because I refuse to have someone who can’t even fucking follow directions.” Namjoon snarled, his veins popping out of his neck as he stormed to the room. His words hurt you, made your eyes water as tears feel down your cheeks. You didn’t mean to not follow orders, you were just having fun and you forgot and when you remembered you figured he was sleeping. Tired and groggy you grabbed your stuff going to your room, knowing he didn’t want to be bothered with you.


For a month it was complete hell, Namjoon had forgiven you but he was still pissed at you. He didn’t even let you kiss him for too long before he was walking away from you. You hated it, you were beyond sexually frustrated and you felt your pussy getting tighter with each passing day. Namjoon did shit on purpose too, just to piss you off. Walking around without a shirt. Letting his pants hang low on his waist as he sat beside you. And you heard him at night not even needing porn, but playing the tapes of you two fucking jerking himself off hard until he was ruining his sheets.

One day, while he was gone you sneaked into his room finding the sex tapes between the two of you, already being naked from taken a shower as you laid on the bed spreading your legs. You had gotten a rotating dildo to help you relieve yourself shoving it deep inside of your pussy to stretch you back out as the scenes on the screen in front of you showed Namjoon pounding into you against the wall. The way his hips lifted you up and down always did wonders, because he knew to spots to hit to get you wound up. Your mind wandered as you licked your lips thrusting the toy in and out of yourself faster, your release becoming much closer since it had been so long since you had anything. It was easier for you to cum. Almost, you were /almost/ there. 

“Having fun baby girl?” You damn near jumped out of your skin, with widen eyes looking towards the door. Namjoon wore a dark expression, shirt and pants already shed as he leaned against the door frame. He watched you eyes raking every where as he tsked to himself shaking his head. And you could slowly feel your orgasm dying down. 

“I suppose it’s been long enough, but you knew not to fucking play with yourself with me. Always breaking rules. I guess I can punish and fuck you.” Namjoon smirked to himself, watching as you laid still for him. He went and grabbed a pair of handcuffs lifting your hands above your head flipping you on your stomach. He leaned over you moaning in your ear as he grabbed the toy pushing it in and out of your pussy in a fast motion the wet sounds of the toy fucking you causing his erection to harden and precum to streak against his boxers. Fuck he missed you, and the way you moaned and shook under him made him want to tear you apart. As soon as your back arched he was yanking to toy from you sucking off your juices watching as you protested from not cumming. 

“Y/n I bet you’ll obey me next time.” He warned before going to his closet. He got out a few things before walking downstairs and coming back to place a bucket of ice on his night stand with a water bottle on top of it. He grabbed it pressing it against your pulse point to let your orgasm and arousal die down. After a few minutes he was taking it from you to place it back on ice before he grabbed a sleek purple vibrator to turn it on the lowest setting. He slipped it inside of your pussy as well as lubing up some weighted balls that were big slipping one inside of your ass letting the other hang. “You know how this goes, if you don’t squeeze around this and hold it in, it’ll fall out. Hold it in or I will not let you cum, for the next two months.” He threatened before getting off the bed grabbing his belt from his pants on the ground. 

You were in complete hell, your body trembled, your nipples were hard and to perky from how he was treating you. You felt so full with the weighted items inside of you, and you had to squeeze around both but it caused the vibrator to slip deeper inside of your pussy pressing against your spot, to make matters worse Namjoon came up behind you to spread your legs on the bed the only thing holding your upper body was the damn handcuffs and they dug into your skin from how hard you tugged to have them off. But it was all in vain, he was in control and he loved every bit of it. 

Namjoon gripped his belt, and started to give you hits to the ass and you didn’t need him to tell you what else to do. “One.. Two!” You started to count out as he spanked you with his belt, causing your ass to feel on fire as he created whelps on your ass from the belt. He watched your ass jiggle groaning as he leaned down to turn the settings on high one hand coming up to play with your breast as the other spanked your ass, he made each hit harder and made sure to angle his wrist different ways so that he didn’t mark just one spot. He looked down at your body trembling under him, your juices slipping onto the bed as your eyes brimmed with tears. 

“Aww baby.. Don’t cry..” He feigned concerned as he pulled away from you. Namjoon opened a bottle of alcohol and after go a silver bullet pressing it on your clit causing more stimulation to your already throbbing pussy as he poured the alcohol onto the whelps causing screams of pain to fill the room, he watched the lines from his hits outline your skin in a frenzy of designs and he smirked proud of his works. “Almost.” He called out before he took the bullet from your clit and he turned the vibrator off but left it inside of you. 

He went into the bathroom and grabbed a candle from under the counter before he grabbed a lighter letting it get hot walking back to you, Your body was going limp and he knew soon, your knees would give out. He sat the candle down before he slid the weighted ball from your ass only to replace it with a crystal clear butt plug that was way thicker than the balls. Another scream ripped from your throat and he spread your legs even wider going under to pull the small vibrator from your pussy using his tongue to flick and suck up the wetness from your sensitive pussy. He pulled back licking his lips before he got out another dildo with a butterfly on it. He pressed it into you, letting it turn on to fuck your insides while the butterfly bobbed up and down against your clit to tickle it. 

“FUCKING HELL PLEASE! I’M SORRY NAMJOON! IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN!” You sobbed weakly. He kept building you up to tear you down and you couldn’t handle the tug of war with him. You were a mess crying and shaking only wanting a release and your pussy was so sensitive anything near it set you off. You looked at him watching that shit eating grin appear on his face as he grabbed the wax. 

“You’ll behave from now on. I’m sure.” He purred letting the wax fall on your back. Your cries fueled him, it brought the monster out of him, and made him want to own you. He first let it fall down both of your legs and traced wax on your arms, before he was spelling his first and last name down your back using almost all of the candles. He watched as you shook with pain and pleasure under him setting the candle down and blowing it out. He let the wax cool letting his finger press the butterfly hard against your pussy before he pulled away making sure it was cool before he grabbed a whip that he had under his bed. He brought it up against your legs first, breaking the wax there up causing more whimpers to fill his ears, he was too far gone now not even worrying if he was going overboard or not. 

He let all of the wax break and fall from your skin before he went to your arms to break the wax there. Lastly he was at your back whipping you painting your skin with more pretty marks and finally you gave in falling against the bed as your knees gave out. He hummed surprised with his work finishing cracking the wax. He next grabbed ice tracing it over your wounds to soothe them and hear more cries from you. 

You closed your eyes, trying to hold on a bit more, but the mixing of the pain and pleasure as well as the heat had you about to pass out. He was ruining you, your tears soaked the sheets, your orgasm was back at full blast wanting to release and as you expected he cut the dildo pulling it from you but still you hoped that he would let you cum. It was in vain. Always. He shoved the dildo in your mouth watching you choke as he face fucked you pulling the butt plug from your ass slowly. He lifted your hips before shoving his boxers down to his knees grinding his dick up and down your sore slit. You were done, your limbs were jelly, he had to hold you up because you were too weak. 

Namjoon slammed into you, filling you up in one go. He didn’t even let you adjust since you had, had so many toys inside of you he felt you were stretched enough. He started to relentlessly plow into your pussy pushing his hips hard against yours with brutal force as if he was seeing if he could break you. His name mixed with daddy fell from your lips and he loved it, hearing the weakness there how you gave into him. It made him pulse inside your pussy. He knew you were close but like a good girl you would hold out for him. So he gripped your hair tangling his fingers into the strands to yank your head back crashing his lips against yours in a sloppy and rough manner. 

His free hand moving to rub your clit as he let you fall back against the mattress his hips fucking yours into the bed. He pinned you under him with his hips, grinding his at a fast pace to keep the drill going wanting you to release. His tongue shoved down your throat while he let you taste the faint remains of yourself on his tongue. Namjoon growled feeling you squeeze around him, your clit was throbbing, he felt your orgasm clenching into your stomach. 

You writhed under him against the sheets trying to keep up with his kisses. Your mind was blank and the only think you chanted was yes and more. You spread your weak legs wider as they started to tingle, your orgasm starting a slow fire inside of you. 

“Cum baby. Soak my dick.” Namjoon grunted as he pulled away from your lips to moan against your ear. He licked the shell of your ear biting and nipping on it before he went to your neck sucking on his mark on your skin as you nodded giving into him. 

“DADDY!” Was all you had the strength to scream out as your orgasm took over your limbs. You cummed on his dick not even arching your back but dropping your head forward in tiredness. Namjoon continued fucking you like a rag doll grunting and growling until he was cumming inside of your pussy stilling his hips. He shuddered as he released long thick ropes inside of you making sure it was all out before he slowly pulled out. Namjoon uncuffed you after awhile seeing that you couldn’t even keep your eyes open. 

In a blur you watched things as Namjoon cleaned up the space around you, you heard the running of water, the smelling of lavender and then you felt the water on your skin as you were getting cleaned. You could barely keep your eyes open and everything screamed, every limb burned but you let Namjoon take care of you. Once you were clean he dried you off and laid you naked on the bed. You felt his strong rough calloused hands putting cream onto your body and it was to soothe all the markings he had made. The monster was gone and your sweet loving boyfriend was back. Once he was finished he was scooping you up in his arms and you heard the words uttered to your ears only falling asleep after tiredly saying it back. 

“I love you too Joon.”


I need to take my ass to bed, what the fuck did I just write.

When the Cock Crows

Originally posted by whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname

A/N: This is pure silly fun. Basically it’s the kind of trash conversations my ass blesses subjects my friends to. Seriously though, it’s a result of a post from @impala-dreamer, I yelled at her for it and then she was a terrible influence and encouraged these shenanigans by talking to me about it (oh yeah she beta’d it too because she’s an angel). I hope you guys like it!

Warnings: So many swears…l mean cock is in the title ffs…also we’ll call it smut adjacent (nothing graphic it’s just on the road to bang town) Gratuitous use of a Sam gif for no other reason than chest hair.

Words: 2,060 (I’m not even sorry)


“Did anyone catch what she said before the…the uh poof?”

“I got nothin’ Sammy. Y/N?”


“It’s…I’m fine. Just knocked the wind outta me. Babe, I’m ok really.”

“Ok well maybe she didn’t do anything? Maybe she just said stuff for the poof.”

“Sure Dean. Because stuff like that always happens to us. She was looking at us, Y/N was behind her so most likely if any of us are cursed it’ll be either me or you.”

Sam wasn’t looking at Dean while he spoke. He was checking you over to see if you were hurt. It was sweet. Sweet, and so annoying.

“Hey I’m fine. Let’s just get back motel and figure out our next move.”

“She’s right, Dean you want to pull the car up and I’ll help Y/N out?”

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Run Away (Yondu x Reader)

Ten years he had protected her, cared for her and for what for her to just up and leave. He had saved her from what most likely would have have ended in a life as a pleasure slave only for her to steal one of his ships in the middle of the night and go. “Where are the coordinates of the ship?” he demanded from one of his crew members. “They are not coming up sir.” Kraglin said and Yondu gave a scowl. She was smart she had disabled the GPS tracker on the ship. Licking his teeth he stood and marched to his room. Slamming the door shut he looked over the room to see her things layed about. She had only taken a few belongings and a small platinum orb they had swiped from their last salvage. The item was worth at least three thousand credits and it made his temper flare more to know she had stole from him. Seeing the picture of him and her on his desk he gave a loud roar and threw the desk across the room. He tried to think of what would make her want to go. Why would she leave him? Had he done something wrong? Gritting his teeth he sat on the bed that just last night he had held her beneath him as they made love. Never before had he shown any woman love. She had been the one to tame his wild ways, end his whoring around. He would have done anything for her if she only asked. Letting out angry huffs of air he sat up and made his way back into the crews area. “I want her found. Ten thousand Credits to anyone that can tell me her location. They ain’t to touch her, she’s mine!” He growled.

Walking around her small home y/n gave a sigh at the long day it had been. It had been so much easier when she was stealing and living with Yondu. He had made sure she never had to work too hard. That she didn’t want for anything. Feeling an ache in her heart she tried to regain her composure. It had been a long day and all she wanted was to finish folding the load of laundry and go to bed. Going into her bed room carried the basket on her hip with one hand as she reached up to flick on the light with the other. As soon as the light turned on she was shoved against the wall and held their by a hand on her throat. Looking she felt her heart stop as she saw bright red eyes staring at her. “You thought you could get away from me girl! That I wouldn’t find you? I gave you everything and you just steal from me and leave without a word! I loved you!” Yondu yelled. Seeing his eyes get brighter and the fin on the top of his head glow y/n felt as a tear rolled down her cheek. When the man saw her crying he tried with all his might to hold his composure but gave a loud roar as he dropped her to the ground and turned away, rubbing his hand over his face. Turning around he looked to see her sitting on the floor with her knees pulled up to her chest and her hands covering her face as she cried. “Look at me.” he said as he moved over to knell in front of her. When she didn’t move her hands he grabbed her wrists and pulled them away with one hand while he gripped her jaw with the other. Looking into her bright e/c eyes he sighed “Why?” he asked but she didn’t answer. “WHY?!” he yelled making her flinch. “I…” she started but was cut off by the sound of crying. Snapping his head in the direction of the crying Yondu looked back to her before standing and marching in the way of the cry. Down the hall from her room he opened a door that the crying was coming from. She was quickly standing and running towards him as he made his way into the room. Walking over to the crib he saw there to be a baby inside. He stood in shock as he stared down at the pale blue baby. He didn’t move a muscle as y/n hurried over and lifted the crying baby into her arms. Knotting his brows he watched as she held the baby to her breast and tried to comfort it. He felt like he couldn’t breath. Before he could say a word he fell to the floor, “YONDU?!” she screamed.

Waking up Yondu groaned and looked around him. He saw he was laying on a bed and looking beside him he saw y/n sitting with her legs crossed under her as she held the child in her arms. He listened to her hum a soft tune and watched the child’s tiny hand tug at her hair. Sitting up he moved over to them and stared down the small baby. “Is it…” “If you ask me if he is yours I will punch you in the face.” she said interrupting him. “Well how am I supposed to kno…” He said and she furrowed her brows and glared at him. “He’s BLUE!” she growled. Hearing a cry come from the little boy they both stopped their arguing and looked down at him. “Shhh, It’s alright baby, mommy’s sorry.” she cooed, giving a small shake of her arms to rock the child. Swallowing the growing lump in his throat Yondu moved his shaking hand to rub through the boys black hair. Looking the child over for the first time he saw him to be a pale blue with the same eye color as his mothers. His hair was a jet black and the softest thing the Captain had ever touched. He wore a green jumper with little spaceships on it. “He’s beautiful.” Yondu said in a shaky voice as he looked at his son. “Is that why you left?” he asked in a soft voice and saw her nod. “Why?…” he went to ask but she again interrupted him, “Do you want to hold him?” she asked and his eyes went wide. Before he could respond she was moving the child into his arms. He was stiff as a board at first but then relaxed when the little boy cuddled into his chest.

Y/n watched as the two looked at each other with wonder clear on their faces. “What’s his name?” Yondu asked without breaking his gaze from the boy. “Kane.” Y/n responded with a soft smile. “Little Kane.” The male said making the baby smile up at him and wrap his hand around his finger. When Kane gave a yawn and closed his eyes y/n motioned for Yondu to follow her. Once the two had laid their son back in his crib he followed her into what he guessed was a kitchen.

Y/n had fixed them both a cup of a brown drink she told him was tea. Sitting at the table no one said anything for a moment. “Were you ever going to tell me?” He asked in a sad voice making her look up for her tea. “One day yes.” She sighed. “Why didn’t you just tell me you were pregnant? Why just leave in the middle of the night?” He said shaking his head and gripping his cup tighter. “I didn’t think you wanted children… I was afraid you would make me end the pregnancy. I was already three months pregnant when I left and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide it from you for much longer so I left. I came back to Earth to raise our son the only way I knew how….” She said in a whisper and this is when he looked up at her. “He don’t belong here. He ain’t human y/n.” He growled and she again felt tears roll down her cheeks. “What was I supposed to do Yondu? If I would have went to any other planet and they would have seen the brand on my arm they would have put me back into slavery and most likely did the same thing to Kane as they did to you. I don’t want that for him…” “And you think I do? I don’t want my boy to grow up fighting for his life. He ain’t gonna be nobody’s slave and neither are you. I promised to take care of you and that’s what I’m going to do. You’re my girl and that’s my son. I’m going to take care of my family.” He said as he pulled her over and into his lap.

Lifting her chin he looked into her eyes. “I need you to trust me again baby. I ain’t never lied to you. Ain’t never hurt you.” He told her and she chuckled, “you said you were going to eat me.” She said and he gave a huff. “I was being funny.” He said with a roll of his eyes. “I love you. You’re coming home with me.” he said as he stroked the side of her cheek with his thumb. “What are we supposed to do about Kane? They crew ain’t…” she said but saw his eyes flash a brighter red. “I don’t give a damn what they crew thinks. That’s my ship, I’m the captain. I make the rules. The same goes for him as it went for you. They don’t touch either of ya.” he said and she smiled “You are so possessive.” she giggled and he smiled showing off his sharp teeth. “No i’m territorial.” he growled as he cupped the back of her head and pushed his lips to hers. Grabbing her ass he heard her gasp and used the opportunity to roll his tongue into her mouth. When he could no longer take the tightness of his pants he stood from the chair and carried her into her room. Kneeling on the bed he held her ass with one hand while he pulled her shirt over her head with the other. Looking down at her he gave an animalistic growl at the Red bra she was wearing. Unhooking the metal claps he laid her on her back and pulled the material down her arms, revealing her bare breast to him. Licking his lips he leaned down to capture one of the nipples into his mouth. Biting gently he rubbed his hands down to her pants and pulled them off along with her panties. Son she was completely naked under him. “Just how I like ya.” he smirked and felt as she smacked his chest. Leaning back up he quickly shed his own clothing, dropping it to the floor with hers. When y/n caught sight of his hard cock she couldn’t help but whimper in need. The first time they had sex she had been scared to death of the huge blue member that seemed to be ribbed but now she was withering in anticipation.

Seeing this Yondu smirked, “Miss me baby?” he asked. Leaning up she grabbed hold of his shoulders and pulled him back down on top of her. Claiming her lips again he groaned and growled into her mouth when he felt her small hands wrap around his cock. Stroking the velvet flesh she was surprised when he snatched her hands away and slammed them down beside her head. “Uh uh. You were a bad girl, running away from me and now i’m going to punish ya for it.” he said in a deep voice sending shivers down her spine. Grabbing his belt from the floor she trembled for a moment until he looped it through her headboard and then around her wrists binding her to the bed. Pulling on it to make sure she wasn’t going anywhere he smiled that fox grin she loved. Rubbing his hands down her sides he kissed at the mounds of her breasts but not once did he touch her nipples. Kissing at her hip bones he heard her whine in want. Looking at her sex he growled, running his finger up her slit he felt her slick cover his finger. “Already wet for me. Such a naughty girl.” When her hips bucked he smacked the side of her leg making her cry out. Without warning he shoved one of his fingers into her heat and her back arched off the bed. Smiling he pumped first one then two fingers into her. Leaning down he licked at the sensitive bundle of nerves he had found the first time they had sex. Hearing her moan he pushed a third finger into her hole and she cried out as she stretched around his digits. “Oh God! Yondu! I’m gonna…” she gasped but he cut her off. “Don’t you dare cum. Not till I say you can.” he said and heard her groan out. Pumping his fingers in and out of her he felt her trying to pull her hands out of the belt and smacked her leg again.

Removing his fingers from her she whimpered at the loss of his touch but felt as he climbed back up her body. Pushing his lips to hers he gave no warning before shoving his length into her. Even though he had fucked her with four of his fingers just before she still had to stretch to accommodate his wide girth. Giving her time to adjust he kissed her neck and chest. Slowly pulling out of her he gave a grunt as he thrusted back inside. Again and again he thrusted into her. She was begging him now for release, the ribbed sides of his cock too much. Balancing himself on one of his forearms he reached up with his other hand to free her hands. Instantly he felt her fingers gripping at his back. Rolling his hips into hers he growled out when her nails scratched down his back. Feeling his cock twitch and his climax coming he picked up speed. Soon he was slamming into her. Burying his face into her neck he bit at her ear and licked at her neck, “Cum.” he groaned and she wasted no time in following her captains orders. She screamed his name as her pussy milked his cock sending him into his own orgasm. Pushing into her till his balls rested against her ass he filled her with his cum. “Mmmm, ahh good girl.” he grunted. When he had emptied himself he leaned back to look at her. She had her eyes lidded and purple hickies covering her neck and chest. Smiling he gently pulled out of her, hearing her whimper at how sensitive and sore she was. Kissing her lips he rolled to lay beside her on the bed. Puling the covers up over them both he pulled her into his arms, letting her head lay on his chest. “Don’t ever leave me again darling. I don’t think I would be able to live through loosing you again.” he told her, placing a soft kiss to her head. “I love you Yondu.” she whispered in her sleepy voice. Smiling he rubbed her back, “I love you too baby.”

Originally posted by scorpling

A/N: Taking Yondu requests for the time being…So if you have an idea please ask away.