For @abloodneed, one of the most amazing, beautiful men alive. Thank you for always being you.
There were certain things that Magnus feared. The loss of a loved one—his mind flashed to quick strides, dark hair and hazel eyes—, the loss of a friend—his breath caught at the image of dark eyes, dark hair streaked with grey, twin horns, and skin grown cold—, and the loss of his children—the downworlders he’d taken underneath his wings. His fingers dug into the oak coffee table, scouring the wood as his mind supplied him with images of everyone of them that he’d lost. Drawing in breath was hard, like he was suffocating, a direct contradiction to the cool breeze wafting into the outdoor patio of the mundane bar he’d decided to visit. Sometimes, he just needed that time to himself, amongst the mundanes that entertained him with how they scurried about in their daily lives, unaware of the world that existed in the shadows.
He did just that at the moment, watching them go about their lives when suddenly, everything… froze. From the waiter who had been heading to his table, to the lovers celebrating their recent engagement. Even the late night dog walker and her dog were frozen in place, her with a hand halfway up her hair, and the dog with his tongue half pulled into his mouth. As he took in the the sight, everyone frozen as far as he could he could see, and as he heard those footsteps, calm and unhurried, that oozing mass of power that would cower a lesser man, have them scurrying away or bending their heads in submission, Magnus came face to face with his biggest fear.
“Drinking alone,” a voice he’d heard only once in his life and had hoped he would never hear again wafted out to him, moments before the owner of the voice slid into the seat across from him. White suit—expensive as expected, stretched over a tall lanky form. “Now that doesn’t suit you Magnus,” he drawled as he casually shrugged off the jacket, undid the diamond studded cufflinks so he could roll up his sleeves and show off his forearms. Long lean fingers reached up to run through hair that was kept in place by the crown of barbed wire on his head. He waved his hands and men—shapeshifting demons, Magnus was sure—who’d accompanied him all gave them a wide berth.
“And how would you know what suits or doesn’t suit me,” Magnus tossed back as he reached for his glass of bourbon. “You don’t know me.”
The man grinned, teeth sharp in the moonlight. “Now, now Magnus. Why would you say that? Is that how you speak to your father?”
Magnus raised a brow and took a sip of his bourbon, eyes hard as he stared back at Asmodeus.
I was wondering if you could do a NSfw where the rfa+v and saeran are having sex with mc for thw first time and they orgasm too fast and are afraid that they'd disappoint MC?
( ˵¯͒⌄¯͒˵;;) I couldn’t sleep so I really…Really…Wanted to write this. Thought about it all day.
- He was losing it mentally. His hands were sweaty, his chest was beating
- He wasn’t going to lie, he had jerked off quite a bit before…Especially when LOLOL introduced that new female skin….
- But never much more than that! God, he was too scared to even get a sex toy- Too scared and embarrassed to even entertain the thought!
- He tried asking Zen for tips, even resorted to asking Seven. But Seven laughed and Zen said to look up some porn videos to get an idea because he was too busy to help
- (Or was he just sour MC didn’t fall for him?)
- When you came out of the bathroom in your pjs, he was already trying not to get a stiffy. I mean, what you were wearing wasn’t horrible, wasn’t perverted, but…You weren’t wearing a bra. Even he could tell that
- And the fact that tonight would be the first time you shared a bed together…
_ “…Are you going to come lay down? It’s cold without you~”
- This was it, he was going to die. Someone get his will from that coffee fiasco out, he was going to need it after tonight.
- Carefully, he climbed into bed behind you, opting to try and be the big spoon and hold you tight.
-…Too tight, too tight! Your ass was rubbing against his groin so nicely. He ended up burying his face in your hair, desperate just to pretend he didn’t feel it.
- “Yoosung, are you alright?”
- “Yeah, yeah- I, uhm. I am.”
- “So you’re not hard-”
- “Don’t say it!!”
- Oh my god, this is it. You were going to make fun of him endlessly, just like the guys would when they found out.
- You turned around to face his red face, and right when he thought it wasn’t going to get again worse, you slipped your hands around and squeezed his ass, pulling his hips flush against yours
- He. Couldn’t. Breathe.
- He felt you start kissing his neck, grinding against him, and he could only whimper in response. This isn’t how he thought it was going to happen- I mean, he was supposed to take the lead, right?? Right??
- But you slipped your hand in his sweat pants, letting out a lustful groan as you found he wasn’t wearing underwear, and he lost it
- You pulled your hand back and looked at the cum on your fingers, before looking him right in the eye and licking your hand clean
- Were you trying to kill him???
- “MC I’m sosososorry, oh my god-”
- “That’s okay, Yoosung,” You grabbed his hand, guiding it under your underwear, “Why don’t you show me what those gaming fingers can do?”
- God, please someone print out that will. He really was going to need it after tonight.
- So she wasn’t as innocent as everyone thought she was
-…But she was still blushing like crazy
- A cuddling session gushing over a dirty story you found online had turned sexual very quickly. Mainly due to your wandering hand, but…
- Now she was under you, one hand halfway covering her face, and the other gripped your arm as your teased her clit
- Every time she let out a squirming moan, her chest heaved and you swore you were in heaven
- You didn’t waste much time with foreplay. The two of you hadn’t really gone this far before, and this poor woman needed some excitement in her life that didn’t end in cat hair everywhere
- You couldn’t take it anymore, you slowly licked her nipple, then clamped your teeth over it, loving her surprised moan.
- You gave her nipple a harsh suck, your fingers trailing down from her clit to her entrance, slipping in two fingers already.
- You walls clamped down, her nails digging into your forearm already. She was sweating, chest heaving, but you knew all the right spots to hit.
- As your mouth bit on her neck, her moans kept getting higher and higher in pitch, until her nails dug in so harshly that you knew you were going to need a few bandages later.
- You felt her hips jerk up a few times, her whimpering when you kept trying to fuck her with your fingers, so you slowly pulled out.
- “Did you cum already?”
- She let out a groan, covering her face. “Yes, I’m sorry. It’s been a while.”
- You just laughed, kissing her forehead.
- “I mean… I could be my turn, if you really loved meee~”
- She rolled her eyes but laughed, motioning for you to switch spots with her.
- The two of you were resting on the couch, just cuddling, until his fingers liiightly brushed against your sides, and you made the mistake of giggling
- Now it was On
- First thing about being friends with Seven: Never, ever, let him find out where you’re ticklish.
- He had you squealing and threatening him at the same time, squirming in between his legs as he laughed at you.
- Pretty soon you started fighting back- Turning around and desperate to find his ticklish spots.
- But, after a while of squirming in eachother’s arms, he accidentally let out a moan that was not painful
- You stopped, and the both of you blushed… But, you just placed a questioning kiss on his lips.
- “R-really? Right here?”
- You nodded, already moving to start palming him through his pants, and he automatically started working on pulling off your shirt
- He groaned as you unzipped his pants, palming him through his boxers. He tried returning the favor, squeezing your breasts through your bra.
- But you slipped to the floor and got on your knees? What where you- Oh my god you were going to blow him
- He watched with a growing blush as you tugged on his pants to be able to pull his hardening cock out easier. He watched your eyes widen just a bit when you pulled it out, him mentally fist pumping that he was a good enough size for you
- He wanted to lean back- Play it cool and just enjoy it, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You brushing your hair behind your ear, getting a decent grip on his cock, your half-lidded eyes studying the head. He could feel the pre-cum leaking out already, and he prayed you thought that was normal.
- You gave his cock a few tentative pumps, him trying his fucking best not to jerk his hips up, and then suddenly you took the tip in your mouth.
- He couldn’t hold it back, he ended up letting a low whimper out, his fingers itching to tangle themselves in your hair, but god he managed to keep them away.
- You bobbed your head a bit, removing the cock from your mouth with an obscene ‘pop’, looking him right in the eyes as you licked up the underside of his cock
- …And he came all over your face
- It was slightly, just a bit, adorable at how you winced, but he felt his soul leave his damn body. Damnit, he knew he should have jerked off last night when he had the chance.
- “Oh my god, Mc I’m so–”
- You wiped a bit off your cheek, slipping your finger in your mouth and letting out a hum. “You taste a bit bitter…”
- Instantly he pulled you up on the couch, sucking and nipping at your neck as you moaned a bit.
- He really, really, needed to know how you tasted as well. And, well….Hopefully that would make up for him being such a quick shot.
- The marriage had been sweet, and ended with lots of cuddling on a plane as the two of you went to enjoy your honeymoon, something Jumin was very insistent on.
- As soon as the two of you landed, it was getting changed into something more appropriate, going off and enjoying the sites, having a nice romantic dinner
- And now the two of you finally made it to the place you were staying at for the next week. With just one bed in the room.
- He didn’t want to admit he felt nervous- What if he harmed you? What if he did so many things you didn’t enjoy? Expert Playboy only told him so much, and he wasn’t too keen on watching porn. Especially if Seven had his hands in the RFA’s search history.
- The two of you dressed in your sleepwear, then he coaxed you over to lay with him.
- Getting to finally hold you in his arms like this was amazing. He felt his chest swell every time you snuggled closer to him.
- “Yes, honey?”
- He gave your forehead a kiss at the nickname, his cheeks lightly blushing. “From my research, we’re not completely done for the day yet, are we?”
- Your face went red, but he started with gentle kisses to your lips, moving to your jaw, then to your neck, his fingers dancing around the hem of your shirt.
- Your breath hitched a couple of times, but you started working on unbuttoning his shirt, groaning when his hands started groping your breasts
- God, this felt amazing so far, from just barely doing the minimum. He focused on recalling all the tips in the magazine, some of the grosser things some board members had talked about drunk- Just anything he could apply to please you
- It wasn’t long before you were fully on your back, breasts heaving as he teased your clit, his boxers the only clothing left on him
- The way your cheeks flushed looking at his cock straining against his boxers made him want to take you instantly, but he needed to be patient, he needed to hold out a bit longer.
- But you gently squeezed his forearm, mewling a bit as he kept trying to rub your clit
- “Ju-Jumin, please, I want to feel your cock- I’m ready, just please.”
- He felt his eyes widen, but quickly cleared his throat and nodded, pulling his boxers off
- He teased you a bit more, the head of his cock barely entering you and pulling back out, making you let out the cutest whines. But finally, when he couldn’t even stand it anymore, he pushed himself fully inside of you, groaning along with you
- He stayed still for a moment, feeling how amazing it was to have you squeezing him so tightly. He tried to move, just one pump, but it was too much.
- As soon as he realized what had happened, his face was completely red, and he felt so ashamed when you let out a little questioning noise.
- “It…It seems that I’ve…” He trailed off, suddenly pissed at himself for cumming so damn early. You didn’t even get to enjoy anything.
- But you just squeezed his hand, placing a kiss on his cheek.
- “If you want…You could just use your fingers for tonight, tomorrow we could try-”
- “No, we’re doing this right tonight. I told you I would keep you up all nigh- I’m not going back on that now.”
- While he did finally get rid of his shame at how much you squirmed from his fingers alone, he promised himself that he was going to make you cum twice as much from his cock alone.
- (What the fuck did those magazines say about this situation???)
- You had been trying for ages to get him to have sex with you.
- Inviting him in the shower? ‘Accidentally’ letting him walk in on you? Snuggling super close during a romance scene? All of them failed.
- And god, did he hate it.
- He wanted to fuck you, have you screaming his name so loud he was sure to get noise complaints- But was he ready??
- It had been a very, very, long time since he had, ahem, let the beast out. The last time was…Way too long ago.
- But all the teasing, and bluntness without saying anything, was starting to get to him. Starting to have his hand wandering when you weren’t there with him, and a few times when you were.
- Tonight was a bit better. You weren’t trying to throw more ‘hints’ his way, you were just snuggled up to him resting your head on his chest, tracing an imaginary circle on his ribs
- Yeah, he could handle this!
- But your fingers stopped, and you started to play with his hair a bit instead, making cute little noises as you shifted to look up at him
- “Your princess wants some kisses.”
- Oh no. He felt his cock twitch, but he tried his best to ignore it as he tipped your chin up, planting a soft kiss on your lips.
- “I can’t help but do as my princess wants~”
- But you pulled him back towards you, planting a few soft kisses, and then slowly making them more and more greedy. You even slipped your tongue in, and when he groaned out he knew he was done for.
- He wanted to avoid sex at the moment, but tonight he didn’t have enough willpower.
- He grabbed your shoulders, pushing you to lay on your back as he slipped between your legs, leaning over to start sucking on your neck.
- You didn’t waste a second, especially since you had been trying to get to this point for ages. You wrapped your legs around his waist, grinning when he grinded against you with a low growl
- “You’ve been such a tease, princess, I can’t take it anymore.”
- As he pushed your shirt up, working on your breasts, he was frantically trying to recall all the moves he used to do back when he was in that gang.
- (God, it really had been forever!)
- Your hands fumbled with his shorts, yanking them down and giving his ass a firm squeeze, loving as he bit your neck in response.
- You were going to kill him. He wanted the first time to be sweet, romantic, but he couldn’t even control his thoughts right now. He just kept imagining how tight you would feel, how you would squeeze down on him-
- You reached and grasped his cock, starting a teasing pace as he leaked pre-cum already.
- Ah, fuck, fuck, he couldn’t take this. He ended up moaning into your shoulder as he jerked his hips in time with your pumps. One, two times, and he came.
- Kill. Him.
- He didn’t want to face you, he just closed his eyes tight as you pulled your hand away.
- “Zenny~ No fair, let me have fun too.”
- He took a deep breath and looked at you nervously- Only to be greeted with a firm kiss. You pushed his shoulder a bit, wriggling your hips.
- “Why don’t you put that mouth to better use~?”
- He looked a bit dumbfounded for a moment, but quickly slid back a bit, working on getting your pjs off.
- I mean… at least he had an impressive recovering speed? Hopefully luck would be on his side and let him recover fast enough to fuck you like he had been wanting.
- It…Had been a very long time. A long time since he was fully willing to have sex, at least.
- When the innocent cuddling on his bed got more perverse- Your hand slipping under his shirt and teasingly running your fingers so close to the waistband of his pants- Well… He did want it, it had just been ages
- He tried his best not to show it. Each feather-light touch he returned, every little breath you let out he had to stop himself from groaning
- He hadn’t realised how badly he wanted this from you
- Once the cute kisses died down, turning into panting breaths and low moans, you rolled yourself on top of him, straddling him and purposefully refusing to grind against him
- Were you trying to kill him? He needed this- He needed you
- His hands found your hips, holding you as he bucked his hips up with a barely contained groan. It had been too long, way too long, since he had felt so good from just teasing.
- You leaned over, starting another string of greedy kisses, taking his will to talk and interrupt you away
- It didn’t take long for his hands to act on their own- Slipping under your shirt to grope, pushing your ass down so he could grind against you fully
- When you broke the kiss and let out such a sinful moan, he couldn’t do it anymore.
- “Mc, please- Now, now, please.”
- He felt your breath against his neck as you giggled, wiggling out of your underwear and pulling down his pants
- You took his cock and slid the head against your clit, making him bite down hard on his lip
- “Oh, god, Mc-” You were horrible but so fucking amazing. He wanted to thrust his hips up, slam into you with all he had-
- You let out a little mewl of pleasure as the head of his cock rubbed your clit just right, and suddenly you felt a hot spurt against you.
- He covered his face quickly, panting but letting out a sound of utter disappointment.
- “It’s been ages, I just-”
- “Shh,” You leaned over, kissing his forehead. “ It’s fine.”
- But it wasn’t, was it? Your cheeks were still flushed, you were soaked but he knew you hadn’t came yet.
-… Was it too early to suggest…?
- “M-Mc, ride me.”
- God, don’t make him say it again. He carefully squeezed his cock, feeling how sensitive it was, but he didn’t care. He wanted you anyway.
- He rubbed the head of his dick against your clit, then finally trailed it to your entrance, pushing the tip in and joining you in your moan
- He jerked his hips up, pushing into you fully, and the sound you made had him dig his nails into your thighs.
- “Ride. Me. I can take it.”
- He came early, but he was going to be damned if you weren’t going to be able to feel his cock slam in you tonight.
- He had experience with women. Not exactly loving ones, but quick and hard fucks in the backs of bars or in hotels was what he was used to the most.
- And usually they all went well, except if the women tried being too clingy with him.
- He wasn’t expecting you to last so fucking long though
- The two of you were just cuddling on his bed, something he was always insistent on. But you were trying to find some funny things to show him on your phone, and he was tired of watching videos.
- He ended up initiating it, slowly trying to tease you by acting like he wasn’t aware of where his hands were, but quickly dropping the act and pushing you on your back, grinding against you and slipping his tongue in between your bruising lips
- It didn’t take long at all for both of you to rid each other of any fabric in the way, him burying his cock inside of you with a grunt and a low “Fuck,”
- Usually with the women he had fucked before, they came rather quickly…
- But as he harshly slammed himself inside of you, finally being able to enjoy being inside of you, he felt himself coming closer and closer to the edge- And you definitely hadn’t came yet.
- He pulled your leg up a bit, pushing it flush against your chest to get a better angle to ram into you, letting out a growling string of curses as you tightened around him
- A few more jerks of his hips, and he easily came inside of you, groaning out and breathing harshly against your neck.
- He wasn’t expecting you to whine, though. He looked up, a bit confused, as you pouted.
- “You came already?”
- “…You didn’t??” He swore he had felt you tense up, dig your nails into him even more. What happened?? Oh god, was he losing his touch?
- You pushed him on his back, climbing on top of him and forcing his cock back into you, rolling your hips. “I wasn’t done yet~ Can you keep going?”
- The fuck he could, but his embarrassment didn’t let him say that. He gripped your hips, keeping you in place as he pushed as deep as he could inside of you, letting out a guttural groan.
- You let out a loud moan, starting a steady and heavy pace, drinking in how his cock hit your g-spot on every thrust.
- He hadn’t been overstimulated before, but he refused to argue against it. He apparently needed to build his stamina back up anyway…
BTS Reaction to seeing you sleeping with a stuffed animal they bought you
Can I get a BTS reaction to them coming in and seeing you sleeping with a stuffed animal they bought you please? Thank you in advanced 😄😄😄😊💕
I hope you like this ♥ & my apologies for having such short reactions on this omg
Jungkook: Jungkook would be shocked at first but be pleasantly surprised that you felt affection for something that he had gotten you such a long time ago. The smile would grow the longer he looked at the cute little scene in front of him.
Taehyung: Taehyung had just got into bed when he noticed the small brown bear curled up in your arms, he scooted closer trying to see it properly in the dim light and smiled lightly once he realized it was the bear he had won you on your guys’ first date.
Jimin: This little sunshine boy wouldn’t be able to keep his smile hidden when he saw you on the couch with the little plush animal laying on your chest with your hand limply laying on top of it. His heart would honestly swell ten times in size because the sight was just so precious to him.
Jhope:“Aww!” Hoseok couldn’t help but say loudly causing you to stir in your sleep. He’d quickly slap a hand over his mouth hushing any more sounds to unexpectedly come out of him before he decided to snap the photo of you and your plushie in your arms.
Namjoon: He’d honestly be so shocked upon seeing the sight in front of him that he had to call over Jimin who was just walking past his bedroom. “Woah Jimin! Look at this.” He pointed towards your sleeping picture and Jimin would chuckle. “She still sleeps with stuffed animals?” Namjoon would immediately nudge him, “I won her that months ago, I didn’t know she liked it so much.”
Suga: Yoongi didn’t really have an opinion on seeing you sleep with the small stuffed bunny he bought you for the past valentine’s day. He thought it was cute but didn’t see the need for sleeping with it when you had him to sleep with.
Jin: He’d be the weirdest goofball about this. He’d chuckle seeing the little stuffed animal in your arms and walk closer to you, hovering you and end up doing some weird dance whispering. “Look who likes Jin’s plushie, that’s right you do.”
This is a filmography of some of the wonderful characters Helena Bonham Carter has played in her acting years. This feature you are able to find on my desktop theme and if you were to hover over any particular character image you will the following:
• The film/program title
• The name of the character Helena played (which is also a link to a trailer)
"Daddy!" Zen's son said happily while waving his arms then runs over but trips.
Ahhhh, omg, anon–!!! I hope you don’t mind me writing a continuation for this because I really like this scenario!! (I love Dad!Zen so much, stop making me cry tears of overflowing loveee–)
Zen slowed his jogging down to a stop when he heard his name being called by a familiar voice. Just when the actor turned around, he saw his beloved son running up to him only to trip on his loose laces and fall face-first onto the sidewalk. Zen immediately went into “overprotective father mode”; his legs couldn’t seem to move fast enough to reach his son’s side.
The small child slowly sat up, tears pricking the corners of his eyes while his lips quivered, and his shoulders shook with the threat to start bawling. Before his whimpers could rise any more in volume, the little boy found himself encased in strong arms, familiar calloused hands stroking his hair.
“My little prince,” Zen cooed, placing several soothing kisses on his son’s face. “Are you okay? Does it hurt? Did you break anything? Do you need to go to the hospital?”
The little boy shook his head after the rush of questions from his father. “I-I’m okay. I’m a strong knight like you! …I-I wanted to go running with you…”
At that, Zen’s expression softened, and he squeezed the child closer to his chest, a strangled sound of joy rumbling out of his throat. He truly loved his son that no words could fully convey. “Okay, let’s run together, but let’s tie up those laces properly first, okay?”
Ohhh!!! you wrote the knitting Tony story!!!! I've been hunting that story for a long time!!! (was on a reading spree on your Tony tag, I'm having a swell of a time) So HOW ABOUT!! Someone finding or just ended up in Tony's stash room (it might be a floor if we are being honest, I would with his resources). I am salivating just imaginging the AMOUNT of yarn Tony must have collected, of all colours and types. Just, please. I would love you even more if you decide this prompt worthy~~
You mean that story I sent to bloody-bee-tea about Tony
knitting? I’m surprised I haven’t written more Tony knitting, tbh. Hope you
like it! Look out for under the cut!
Natasha had been investigating her new home when she
stumbled into it. The room was gigantic, cube shelves covering the walls. Every
single shelf had balls of yarn in it, starting with red in one corner and
spreading in a circular rainbow of yarns, except for the few columns of shelves
that were filled with needles, hooks, counters of some sort?
Natasha felt nervous for a reason she couldn’t explain.
Perhaps because this room felt deeply personal? That the person who had set it
up had taken time to organize it just right?
She stayed just long enough to tuck a gun under some soft
yarn before she left. Each room needed at least one weapon hidden in it.
“Why would you ever need this in my stash?” Tony complained,
shoving the gun into her hands. “You can use literally anything in there as a
weapon. The straight needles can be used to stab people and the circular needles
can be used as garrotes. My double-pointed needles can be used in close combat.
And if your attacker is allergic to wool, he’s gonna be in for a bad time.”
1. Kara is her soft girlfriend. She comes by every morning to bring her a cup of coffee and kiss her softly on the lips. Then when she is almost out of the door, she turns around and races back, kisses her a bit more chastely now and leaves. She does this every morning. Without fail.
2. Kara picks her up from work most nights. Lena tends to forget the time and often Kara just walks in, scoops her up and flies them both right out of there. Jess has stopped asking questions on how Lena manages to disappear most nights. Lena has stopped arguing as well, she’d rather be with Kara anyway.
3. Kara sends her text messages throughout the day, mostly consisting of memes, and Lena doesn’t get a single one. Kara knows this but refuses to explain them to her. Lena often starts kissing her then, straddling her lap and when Kara’s arms wrap around her neck, she pulls back a little and whispers, “explain the meme.”
4. Sometimes Lena gets shy around Kara. She’s not used to the whole relationship thing and sometimes it scares her how quickly she has fallen. But every time she doubts herself, doubts whether she is deserving enough for this person that is pure light, Kara is there. Kara is always right there to kiss her on the nose and forehead, every kiss accompanied with a whisper of, “I love you. You are enough. You and I deserve this.”
5. Kara makes them watch Mamma Mia at least once every month. And while Lena rolls her eyes at her every time she proclaims that “it’s time.” She secretly loves it, sings along to the songs under her breath and loves the way Kara always ends up with her head in her lap, dramatically singing into the remote held in front of her mouth like a microphone. She loves that her girlfriend is a dork.
6. Alex Danvers rings her frequently about mathematical or technical issues and she loves that she is being included in this. She signed a million papers at the DEO and knows all the access codes and Alex always calls her an honorary member and it makes her heart swell every time.
7. She is always invited to game night and Winn always throws peanuts at her whenever she beats him at monopoly. She acts like she is offended every time but it’s always accompanied by a smile. Because she knows she is welcome here. She knows they are her family too now.
8. Kara shows her the stars whenever there is a clear night. She knows all the formations and names of stars that aren’t even visible from earth. Sometimes she traces those foreign constellations onto the skin of Lena’s arm and it always elicits a shiver where her fingertips brush over her skin.
9. She asks Kara about Krypton a lot. And Kara always answers, tells her Kryptonian bedtime stories and sings her lullabies in their strange tongue and Lena always sits there, amazed that somehow she’s found this girl even though statistics would have suggested it to be impossible.She knows that the possibility of Kara being in her life was close to zero, but somehow space has brought her to her anyway. And sometimes, when Kara is asleep, she steps to their bedroom window, looks at the full sky above them and whispers a silent thank you to the stars for keeping Kara safe on her journey to her, for guiding her home.
10. Lena visits the holograph of Kara’s mother a lot and asks her to teach her Kryptonian. When she proposes to Kara, she hires a planetarium and puts up all the Kryptonian constellations on its dome. And when she asks the important question she does so in her girlfriend’s native language. Kara cries for about ten minutes before kissing her senseless, tasting like salt and happiness and home, whispering, “yes, oh Rao, yes,” over and over again.
Summary: Dean has to decide to save you or Lisa. (Set during 6x21)
Warnings: Oh boy, this one’s sad; get ready. Mentions of blood, torture, death, some spoilers and brief cursing.
A/N: I’ve been planning this angst for a while. Let me know how I did :)
“Coffee?” Dean offers, handing you a steaming cup. You grin; you’ve been researching this journal for hours and you need caffeine as soon as possible.
When you tap a sip, you splutter, choking on the liquid. “Dean Winchester, is there whisky in this?” He gives you a cheeky smile before shrugging playfully.
His happiness doesn’t last long before the phone rings. Dean’s face morphs into a state of horror in a matter of seconds.
As he hangs up, you look at him cautiously. “Dean?”
“Crowley took Lisa and Ben.”
“Hey”, you whisper, putting a gentle hand on Dean’s tense shoulder. His green eyes barely flicker toward yours. “We’ll get them out. Don’t worry.”
He only grunts in response, shaking out of your grip roughly. “Let’s go.”
The three of you slip into the warehouse, all splitting up. Sam gives you a cautious look, but Dean doesn’t look back. You have to admit, it stings. You and Dean hadn’t taken the final step to an actual relationship- you just stayed as really close friends. You had thought you had a chance, that is, until Sammy fell in the pit and Lisa and Ben kept him for over a year.
Regardless of the hurt you feel in you chest, you keep moving, keeping your salt gun aimed. It’s oddly quiet, that is, until you hear the sounds of multiple gunshots.
You swiftly head over to the sounds, noticing this is where Dean was passing. Stepping over the bodies of multiple demons, you head into the room.
You arrive just in time to hear Lisa, or presumably a demon possessing Lisa, taunt Dean and Ben, holding a knife under her son’s chin.
You see Dean’s face morph into one of agony as her words sink in. You can’t take it any longer, so you aim your gun at her head.
Dean seems to hear and see you before yelling, “Y/N, don’t!”
Lisa’s head turns toward you, flicking her hand and crashing you down the stairs. Your vision blackens as soon as you hit the ground.
When you open your eyes again, you see Dean and Ben leaning over Lisa’s bleeding body.
“Ben, grab the salt gun. I have to carry your mom.” Dean’s voice is like maple syrup- deep and thick.
Ben hesitates before meekly asking, “What about her?”
Dean pauses for what seems like hours, but was probably only a few seconds.
At first, you can’t believe your ears. You and Dean were like glue, and have been for ages. He was the guy you know you could rely on.
You see Dean’s boots as he rushes past you. He doesn’t even look down.
With that, you vision goes black once again.
Dean sits in the hospital, gently holding Lisa’s cold hand. The doctors said she wouldn’t wake up, but he had hope.
Sam had pleaded with him to go back to help you, but he only responded with a “She’s tough. She’ll be fine. You’re not going in there alone.” Angrily, Sam had left the hospital, presumably to get coffee.
That is, until he got a phone call. He reluctantly lets go of Lisa’s hand before heading outside the room to answer the call.
“What?” He asks roughly, tone sharp and crude.
“D-Dean”, your voice shocks him a little, “I need help.” There’s a pause and choking, sounding like you’re coughing up blood.
Dean curses before looking over at Lisa. She’s safe now, he reassures himself before grabbing his coat and car keys.
When he arrives, the warehouse is silent, and the bodies are still there from yesterday. His wet boots squeak on the hard floor as he takes careful steps.
When he enters the room Lisa and Ben were in, he sees your battered body tied to a chair with your head lolled to the side. There’s blood everywhere- on your face, on your shirt, on your arms and legs.
He gently shakes your shoulder. “Hey, I got you”, he says while grabbing Ruby’s knife and slicing the ropes that held you in place. Your eyes glance up to meet his. “My hero”, you whisper, before your eyes flash black.
With your arm lifted, Dean flies to the pillar next to him, pinning him in place.
“It’s about time, Deano”, you tease, grabbing the knife that Dean had dropped.
He struggles against your strength, but to no avail. “Leave her alone”, he growls, his eyes and jaw hard.
You laugh hysterically, tracing the knife along Dean’s face. “Like you care! From what I recall, you left her here for…”, you look at your cracked watch sarcastically, “about 12 hours.”
You see Dean’s expression turn into guilt. Had it really been that long?
“Cat got your tongue? What’s the matter, Deano? Feeling sorry yet?” You mock, pouting dramatically. He stays silent, looking at the floor in shame. “You know what’s funny, Dean?” He looks up at you reluctantly. “I didn’t have to try very hard to torture her. I mean, come on, one of the only guys she’s cared about leaves her to save another girl? It’s priceless! Also, a little too easy, for my taste.”
Dean gulps thickly, tears forming in his eyes. “Gonna cry, Dean? Well get ready, because shit’s about to get real sad”, you smile raising the knife towards his throat.
Before you can land the final blow, your body stops, and your face contorts in pain as you fight to gain control of your own body.
You shakily lower your arms as Dean takes a deep breath and is released to the floor. Your body is shaking terribly, the demon already taking control again.
You know you don’t have a lot of time. This demon is one of the strongest you’ve faced. If it takes control again, you know Dean’s blood would be on your hands forever. You know what you have to do.
You look into Dean’s beautiful eyes and whisper “I’m sorry”, before plunging the knife into your stomach.
You and the demon screech as the demon fizzles out of your body. You slump to the ground, knife leaving your hand as you struggle to breath.
“Y/N, oh God”, Dean chokes out, crawling to your dying body. He puts his hands firmly on the wound futilely, his tears dropping in your face and shirt. “You’re going to be okay, it’s going to be okay. Stay with me. We can go to Bobby’s after you’re better and watch shitty movies all day, your favorites, come on babygirl, hold on”, he rambles, his eyes not leaving yours.
“It’s okay, Dean”, you pause as you cough up more blood. With your heart swelling for the last time, your last dying breath goes to a simple phrase.
“I love you.”
When Sam comes five minutes later, all he can see is Dean sobbing over your pale, crumpled body, simple ‘I love you too’s leaving his brother’s lips and filling the cold, dusty air.
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i want to be so thoroughly bred by you that i’m pregnant with three of your babies at once. so pregnant that you can feel them when you put your hand on my belly. even gently pressing down would make me moan, and you’d feel three distinct shapes inside me. your children.
it would be an incredible burden for a body as small as mine. my stomach would swell out nearly five times its size, my skin stretched so thin it was nearly translucent. your babies inside me would be so heavy i could hardly move or stand, much less walk. i would be completely at your mercy.
and i wouldn’t be able to lift myself off your cock if i wanted to. every day you’d put me in your lap and bounce me on your cock while i whimpered as you reminded me that you still controlled and commanded my cunt. and filled every last bit of my swollen womb with your cum. and as you rubbed my belly you’d tell me that as soon as i’ve had our children, you would breed me again.
and i’d want to say no. some deep part of me would desperately want to resist .. and would be completely unable to. i’d immediately say yes, squirming in place with your big cock inside of me. yes, please, make me pregnant again.
And here’s my awaited Zircon x Zircon fanfiction! I’m planning to do two parts of this. This first part has more of a story though and develops the relationship between the two Zircons. Part 2 will just be smut along with some fluff. That’s really it. There might be other stuff but I’ll see where it takes me. Anyway! Enjoy! If there are any canonical mistakes or seems a bit OOC for some characters I apologize and please don’t get mad at me! I did my best!
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that Peter gets adorable figurines for Yondu every Father’s Day. Every single one. No matter how many times Yondu moans and complains about how silly and sentimental Peter is being with his Terran holidays. But Peter still buys them because he’s well aware that Yondu has a designated shelf in his quarters for all of the knick-knacks that he’s received from Peter over the years. Yondu looks at them from time to time and swells with pride from the knowledge that he raised a boy as kind, thoughtful, and loyal as Peter is.
Summary:Request from anon! After dealing with a bad day due to your anxiety, Steve is there right when you need him.
A/N: Requests are open! I may or may not be writing a Peter Parker one shot that I hope to post on Sunday….
You sighed. “Nothing.”
You knew that he wouldn’t buy that. “You and I both know we’ll be here forever going back and forth, so just tell me the truth.”
“I’m just not having a good day, okay?”
Suddenly you felt the mattress sink from weight coming from the other side. Then two arms snaked around you, pulling you back until it was pressed comfortably against a chest. You sighed again, this time out of comfort instead of stress.