"Kindness is free to give, but priceless to receive."

Lexi |21 | Black Woman | Everything I like, mostly reblogs. Hella fandoms so not super organized, but super fun!

[laced-in-ruin]

"You're not always nice but you're kind. And you're not perfect but you're good,"

Supergirl 2026 CHANGED me, please don't listen to assholes online who tell you not to see it. Especially if you're a girl or a young woman- this movie is for you.

[spideyysenses]

Cherry Red K

Summary: You swear your girlfriend has never demanded anything from you. When a mission with Clark sees her thrown back into a pile of rubble suddenly all she needs is you. Only problem? You have a event you have to get to. Until Kara decides to show you why you should stay home instead.

WC: 3k

Authors Note: Basically my take on red kryptonite! Technically this be read as a one shot to my ongoing series, but it doesn’t have to be!

Warnings: minors pls dni! um, okay so fingering, restraining (?), definitely dom!kara, edging, maybe a little bit of Kara being condescending, mean!kara lowkey, strap use, overstimulation, two hickeys of dubious consent, pet names, kara having a thing for you cooking for her in pretty dresses, use of the word girl, and um… I think that’s it? basically shameless smut enjoy!

The mission is easy, arguably Clark doesn’t even need her help, she’s merely going through the motions as she normally does eager to get home to you.

Until she gets thrown back into a pile of rubble by the guy she thought they had. At first she shakes it off as she stands, feeling no worse for wear minus a new tingling sensation, but as Clark manages to cuff him successfully this time her mind suddenly swims with images.

Images of you.

Accompanied by those thoughts, the thoughts she’s been having more of lately as your relationship settles into something solid. She knows they’ll keep returning because she’s no longer scared of wanting things, of wanting you.

And she’s used to not caring when it’s criminals she can rough up and intimidate, with them she’s demanding and even a little mean, not that she really cares that she is. With you however Kara normally tries to be softer, more considerate.

Normally, because on the return home all she feels is a building sensation of pent up frustration that’s anything but normal, and she knows exactly who she needs to make it stop.

She comes through your front door now, days of flying in through your window for the most part gone, her own set of keys clinking in the little dish you keep in the foyer.

Krypto perks up at the sound from where he lies in his dog bed. Kara had teased you endlessly for buying it, overpriced and more lavish then you needed to get, but he loves it and it saves your couch.

You’re just putting the finishing touches on a summer cake, little candy cherries bright against the white icing, already dressed and nearly ready to go.

The view basically throws any restraint she thought she may be able to show out the window.

You watch with mild curiosity as she goes straight for you and not towards the bathroom to shower like she usually does.

But you hold out a candy cherry for her before she even has to ask, startling a little when Kara takes it from your fingers with her mouth, teeth grazing your fingertips.

You huff as you wipe your hands. “What do you think?” You ask as you gesture to the cake.

“Looks good.” She muses, but you know by her tone that she doesn’t mean the cake. You laugh softly, knowing already what a mood like this means. Kara is for the most part gentle, intense yes but gentle, but sometimes post mission she gets a little more insatiable.

You think maybe it’s the high she gets from being so strong, or from all the action she sees, but you reach backwards to touch the side of her face the best you can.

“I got that dinner thing remember?” You say in an attempt to deter her. “I have to leave soon.”

You wait for the grumbling, and the little bit of pouting that usually happens before she accepts. It doesn’t come however, because Kara forgot about your stupid dinner thing, and now her mind is trying to adjust to the news.

Trying and failing. Her hands wrap around your hips, fabric bunching as they do, and her lips find your neck.

“Skip it.” She mumbles against your skin.

She doesn’t say you could skip it like she normally does, and that’s new, you think, but you know Kara can be impatient.

Maybe she had a worse day than you thought. So in an attempt to figure out her mood you try to turn in her grip so you can face her.

You’re surprised when Kara merely pushes you against the island so there’s not enough space for you to turn.

“What’s going on baby?” You ask.

“Nothing’s going on.” She says as her lips slip to the base of your neck. Her hands are still gripping at your waist like you might try to wiggle away if she lets up. “Just missed you.”

“Missed you too.” You assure gently. “I won’t be that long. Probably like an hour at most. You can shower and then when I get back—”

Kara merely scowls against your skin at the mere thought of letting you go right now.

“I don’t want to wait.” She says bluntly. “It’s going to be old boring men anyways.”

That’s not entirely true, but you don’t say that to her. Instead you place your hands over hers, and rub your thumb across her knuckles. “What happened with Clark?” You try to change the subject.

“Nothing.” She dismisses. “He didn’t even really need me there.”

You’re about to pry, because it really doesn’t seem like it’s been a regular day for her, but she’s pushing the left strap of your dress down your shoulder.

“Hey!” You object as you go to fix it.

But she stops you as her lips replace where it had been. You know your girlfriend can get needy, you both can, but usually she’s more tentative than this.

“Was doing fine at first, but then all I could think about was you, and now you’re in this dress and I just wanna…”

Kara really can’t think of how to explain what exactly she wants to do, so she merely digs her teeth into your skin a little. It makes you push back into her, your heart beat quickening, and that makes her hum in satisfaction.

“There’s my girl.” She says.

You’re definitely feeling hot now if the way your breathing hitches is any indication. It’s music to her ears. She knows you hate feeling this way before you have to go somewhere, and she often refrains from using that to her advantage. She doesn’t refrain today if it means getting what she wants.

You eye the time and grimace as you realize you’re very close to being late. So finally you take the direct approach and try to wiggle free from her. She does loosen her grip just a tad so you can, but when you turn to face her you can see she’s not happy about it.

“What’s gotten into you?” You demand.

Kara sighs at the question. It doesn’t make sense to her why you think something’s happened to her.

“I don’t feel like sharing you with other people tonight.” She says as if it should be the most obvious thing in the world.

She watches as your eyebrows lift with shock at her bluntness.

“I shouldn’t have to.” She adds. “I mean you in that dress…” She loves the way your cheeks flush at her words, and how they leave you speechless.

You are aware that Kara seems to like you in dresses like this, somewhat flowing but tight enough to show your figure, but in your defence you thought she’d be home while you were out and that it’d be a surprise for her after.

You open your mouth to tell her one last time that you really have to go, but as if sensing your hesitation, Kara closes the small amount of distance between you again, and kisses you hard.

Your hands find her waist, suit fabric a little rough under your fingers, merely so you can balance yourself, but she takes it as a chance to deepen the kiss. Her one hand coming to wrap carefully around the base of your throat as she does.

This is absolutely new, you think, as you realize you’re not making it to that party now.

Kara feels triumphant as she turns you back around, pins you once again between the counter and her body, and pushes the other dress strap down so that your dress begins to fall around your chest.

“Think about doing this so often.” She admits, and your eyes widen in surprise, because this is the first time you’re hearing about it.

“Yeah?” You push, wanting her to elaborate before she distracts you.

“Yeah.” She breathes. “Drives me wild when I’m away knowing you’re here cooking for me in an outfit like this just waiting for me to come home.”

You want to point out that you don’t wait here all day for her, but the way her hands are roaming over you is making it hard.

“Makes me think about how I want to bend you over this counter and—”

Your gasp cuts her off as strong hands slip from your sides to your thighs. She chuckles at your reaction as her hands push your legs apart, and she practically groans when she feels how wet you are.

“All for me.” She teases. “You must think about me doing this too.”

You’re so used to Kara saying these things with a question mark at the end, as if she’s never sure she’s read you right, even though she usually does.

But now? Now Kara acts with a self assured confidence, like she knows she’s right, and god is it turning you on. What the hell happened on that mission?

“All for you.” You say breathlessly as her fingers curl deeper inside of you, heel of her palm pressing against your clit just right.

It makes your legs shake, and you attempt to close your thighs a tad for a measure of stability, but Kara tsks.

“Nuh-uh.” She grumbles. “Stay still.”

And to make her point she uses her foot to nudge your legs apart so her hands can focus on working you up.

With no other option you let your weight fall against the counter as her fingers continue to hit all the spots she knows you like.

“You close?” She asks and she grins as you nod with a tiny whimper. “Words pretty girl.” She demands, and your eyes flutter closed.

Although even if you do manage words it won’t change much, Kara already knows what she wants, and it’s to see you come undone for her.

You get close sometimes after you have sex, she can tell, when you get all limp and sleepy on her. But she wants to see you like that sooner, see you at her mercy, so she removes her fingers the minute you start to tense.

“Kara!” You all but snap at her, voice petulant as you try to adjust to how empty you feel now.

You’re staring at her, her only response a smirk, and it makes you feel some type of way. She’s never been mean like this. She’s pinned your wrists into the mattress before, gave you one too many orgasms when you’re already spent, but this…

“Oh come on.” She teases as she hooks her arms underneath your ass and picks you up so your legs have to wrap around her waist. “You were going to make me wait an hour. What’s a couple of minutes?”

It’s not the same thing and she knows it, but she’s laying you gently on the bed before you can point that out to her.

Usually you’d complain about her being on your bed in her suit, but when she starts to touch you again you can’t be bothered to care.

She slides her fingers back into you, this time deeper than before, and her free hand comes to hold down your hips when you push up into her.

“Please!” You beg.

She can tell though, that even in your neediness, that you hesitate to give into her. So she denies you again much to your dismay.

“Kara stop teasing me.” You say, growing desperate for some type of release.

She stands now. “Stop teasing you?” She echoes as she takes off her clothes, and reaches for the drawer. Your eyes track her. “Now why would I do that?” She asks.

You feel your lip jut out. “Because I want to cum.” You try to reason.

She tilts her head to the side. “But I want to do this.” Your eyes widen as she settles back onto the bed.

“I’ll do anything else!” You beg, and Kara’s basically vibrating with excitement at the way you're already so willing to do what she wants.

“Anything?”

Your throat bobs a tad as you stare up at her, but you’re stubborn, so you nod. She seems to debate for a long moment her request, fingers drawing patterns against your skin.

“Fine pretty girl I’ll let you cum.” She relents. “No teasing.” You frown when a request doesn’t follow, but then she’s manhandling you.

She flips you around so you’re suddenly on your hands and knees, and even though you don’t take this position often, you’re okay with this being her demand. Until she places a hand on the small of your back and pushes.

It’s not hard enough to hurt you, but it makes you back arch for her. And now you feel on display in a way that even being nude doesn’t make you feel.

You squirm a tad in an attempt to make yourself more comfortable, but her grip doesn’t let up. “Kara…” You say, mind getting heavy.

“Ssh sweetheart, you’re going to be my good girl and stay like that aren’t you?” You gulp.

“Yes.” You reply.

Kara grins down at you in satisfaction. This is exactly what she had in mind. Your dress is bunched up at your hips now, your underwear quickly discarded, and she wastes no time before sinking the strap into you.

The moan you let out spurs her on as she sinks the entire strap in rather quickly. You feel so damn full as she sets an unforgiving pace.

“So pretty like this.” She praises you. “All mine.”

You almost don’t reply, mind too heavy to think, but you remember what she said earlier. “Feel so good.” You say into your sheets, and she chuckles.

This time she doesn’t deny you when you reach your orgasm, your chest heaving, and you’re thankful for finally getting some relief.

Until she starts again and you whine out in surprise. “Kara please...” You’re definitely not used to her being this rough and although it’s definitely not unpleasant you feel like jelly already.

You twist your face into your pillow, but she reaches down, strap hitting a new angle as she does, and takes your hair in her hand.

“Don’t hide.” She says as she turns your head to the side again. “Wanna see you.”

It makes you feel embarrassingly hot, and you really wish you had the energy to quip back at her, but you don’t. You don’t even have the energy to move your head back. So you stay like that, utterly exposed for her.

“Knew you’d be good for me.” She praises as her hand leaves your hair and wraps around you so she can rub circles against your clit again.

It doesn’t take you long to come again, body spent, and eyes fluttering closed. But two denials and two orgasms don’t seem like enough for her so she starts again.

Your back tries to straighten out, but she presses down again, forcing you stay exactly as you are. You try to stay still for her, you really do, but the closer another orgasm gets the more you try to run from it.

So now she’s pushing you down completely flat, arms coming underneath your own so she more or less has you pinned. The new position makes the strap go deeper somehow, and you swear you don’t know if you can give her another one.

But she seems insistent. “‘s too much.” You beg her.

“One more.” She demands, as she kisses the back of your shoulder, and then up your neck again. You feel her leave a couple of hickeys you’re sure will be hard to hide and you whine out.

She just shushes you. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” You say voice mumbled into fabric. She coaxes one final orgasm from you before she gently pulls out.

But she leaves a trail of kisses down your back, as she rubs gentle circles into your hips. You muster the energy to flip onto your back, and look up at her.

She’s panting, hair sticking to her forehead, as she removes the harness from her hips. She bends down and kisses your knee before slipping from the bed.

“Babe?” You call out your voice rough .

“Yeah?” She replies, as if she didn’t just fuck you senseless.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” You ask her softly.

“Yeah.” She says. “I feel really good actually. Are you okay?”

“Tried.” You tease. “But good.”

She nods before thudding off to run you both a bath and grab you water.

Kara’s demeanour is entirely different when she wakes the next morning. Her eyes fluttering across you as you sleep wrapped in her arms. Until she sees the dark purple marks on your neck.

“Oh god.” She murmurs as she begins to wake. “I’m so sorry.” She tries to think back to why she would do this, run through the events of yesterday, and realizes the rubble. “Red kryptonite.” She whispers.

You frown up at her, hands chasing her as she pulls away. “Red?” You ask.

“Yeah Clark said he’s been effected a couple of times. Apparently each new chunk can cause different things, but he said there was one that made him… rude.”

You can’t really picture Clark as rude, but you decide not to focus on it. “I swear I didn’t know. I just felt…”

Your eyes search her as she hesitates. “I’m not upset.” You finally offer, pulling her close to you again. “You didn’t do anything to me that I didn’t want. Minus the questionable hickeys.”

She can’t look at you now. “I just felt less afraid.” She admits. You’re quiet then, as you trace tiny patterns across her arm.

“I liked it.” You say, face growing hot and that makes Kara stop.

Because she thought your heart was racing because you were upset with her, but now she realizes…

“Wait.” She murmurs. “You liked it.”

“Yeah,” you assure, “it felt good obviously, but also nice. I like when you…” you don’t want to finish now embarrassed yourself. “I just didn’t know you wanted that.”

“I didn’t at first.” She admits. “I think because I was nervous to, but now things feel solid and I…”

“Do?” You finish and she nods.

“Not always, but sometimes.” She adds. You lean up and kiss her then.

“Then we can do sometimes. No need for anymore magic space rocks.”

[hyperfixations-and-hecticness]

I like that Supergirl says it’s okay to kill someone’s abuser so long as you don’t let the thirteen year old do it and I like that Supergirl says vengeance will not solve things but neither will allowing a cycle of violence to continue

[traumatized-tiefling]

A thing I really appreciate about supergirl is that Kara is never shown to be pretty. Yeha she is pretty regardless because they casted milly fucking alcock but the never show her to be put together. They let her be messy. They let her be rude. They let her fuck up. Every time we see strong confident women in media they are always wearing the tightest bodysuit and look beautiful even when they have been beaten to shit. Not here. Every scene Kara is in she looks like a car had run over her. And they don't "transform" her and make her look prettier by the end to show that she has started to heal. Nah they keep her like that and they change how she acts. I love supergirl.

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I Hate This Damn Jeep

(Stiles Stilinski x Reader)

Summary: when Roscoe breaks down for what must be the hundredth time, you and Stiles find a creative way to warm up while waiting to be rescued from a chilly fall night

Word count: 2,431

Warnings: public-ish smut, unprotected sex, slightly? dom Stiles if you squint

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“Are you shivering right now?”

You blew out a trembling breath, pulling your arms in tighter against your chest. “N-No.”

Stiles scoffed from beside you, seeing right through your stubborn act. You’d been sitting there, on the side of the road, for the last thirty minutes. It was the middle of November and nearly thirty degrees outside by now.

If there was one shortcoming of his beloved Jeep that he would acknowledge, it was the lack of insulation. There was pretty much nothing protecting either of you from the freezing night air.

“I’m sorry, okay? How many times do I have to say it before you’ll just come over here?” Stiles rubbed his hands together in front of him and exhaled on them in an effort to return some of the feeling beneath his numb skin.

You rolled your eyes and finally looked at him, something you’d refused to do since breaking down on the way home. “I don’t know, how many times did I remind you to replace the fuel gage?”

Stiles pursed his lips, very aware you’d nagged him countless times about that very issue. He was just always so busy and, admittedly, scatterbrained. He meant to fix it so many times, but always forgot for one reason or another.

His eyes flickered over your tense body, all hunched over and shaking, and he sighed. He loved Roscoe with all of his heart, but even he was annoyed at the current situation. It was supposed to be a quick drive home from the lacrosse game and now you were stranded.

Your eyes widened in alarm when he shrugged off his thick jacket from the driver’s seat, leaving him in only his undershirt and green flannel. “What are you doing? Stop that.”

“I’m not letting you get frostbite.” He hissed, balling up the fabric and shoving it toward you.

You glanced from his outstretched hand to his face repeatedly for a few long moments in hesitation. If the frown pulling at his lips and the crease between his brows were any indication, he wouldn’t be taking no for an answer.

“And what about you?” You took the jacket with a huff but didn’t move to put it on, resting it in your lap instead and running your fingers along the course material absently.

“I guess,” He quipped, his breath condensing in a thick cloud inches away from his lips. “You’ll just have to deal with the fact that you could’ve easily prevented my slow, painful death.”

Your face dropped into an unimpressed glower as he fumbled around beside you, trying to get comfortable. The car swayed with his spastic movements while you finally caved and slipped your arms through his jacket. You were stubborn to a fault, yes, but you were also cold as hell and very much over this situation.

You let out a content sigh as the leftover warmth trapped in his jacket enveloped your body. You wrapped the sides tightly around yourself and relaxed back into your seat.

“You know what? Sometimes I hate this damn Jeep.”

He audibly gasped and whipped his head in your direction, his eyes wide with disbelief. “You take that back right now.”

Anyone who knew Stiles knew that this car was everything to him. He’d refused to abandon it even in the pack’s most dire moments, which often caused a lot of issues. Regardless, everyone understood the sentimental value it held.

“Absolutely not.” You scoffed, turning in the passenger seat to face him. “Do you know how many times this piece of crap has broken down on us? In the last month?”

“Hey! Don’t call Roscoe names. She’s trying her best.” His voice rose incredulously, a hot spark of anger igniting in his chest.

He may love you to pieces, but that didn’t give you any right to insult his most prized possession. He would go to the ends of the earth with this car, even if it killed him.

“You do know she’s an inanimate object that’s your responsibility, right?” You deadpanned, watching with pursed lips as he slid down to rest his head on the top of the seat behind him.

He let it lull toward you, his honey eyes rounded innocently. You felt your heart skip a beat at the sight, already knowing you were going to give him whatever it was he wanted.

“Just c’mere, baby. Please? I could literally die if you don’t cuddle me right now.” He murmured, his voice gentle as he opened his arms expectantly.

You rolled your eyes, despite the fact that he wasn’t actually being that dramatic. Every one of his shaky breaths were visible in the small space between you, and the tips of his fingers were turning blue. With a sigh of defeat, you scooted across the bench seat and leaned into him.

His lips pulled up into a small, satisfied smile as one of his hands instantly moved to cradle the back of your head. You thought he was going to pull you into his chest, like he usually did when you were cuddling, but he surprised you by capturing your mouth with his.

A tiny gasp escaped your lips when his freezing skin connected with yours, but you made no moves to break the kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed as you ran your hands through his hair, eliciting a low groan from him that only spurred you on.

When you landed on the cooled skin of his neck, you pulled away, concerned. “Damn, you really are freezing.”

He hummed in disapproval and chased after your lips with a pout, his hand tangling in the hair at the back of your head as he tried to coax you back in. “I told you.”

You hiked a leg over his waist, your chest tightening with guilt at being so stubborn as you felt his body trembling beneath you.

“Want me to warm you up?” Your voice was a low murmur as you settled down into his lap.

His eyes widened fractionally, his free hand instantly moving to squeeze at your hip. You ducked your head down and began peppering gentle kisses along the column of his throat, his head tilting up to give you more access.

“Mmm. But Scott will be here any minute...”

You leaned back and quirked an eyebrow at him in amusement. “Is that a challenge?”

His eyes fluttered open lazily, and he chuckled. He wordlessly pulled you back in with the hand still tangled in your hair, connecting your lips heatedly. You returned the kiss with equal fervor, dragging your hands across his broad shoulders and down his chest.

You fisted the soft material of his flannel and ground your hips down into his. He grunted against your lips, sending a warm puff of air around your face. The hand on your hip twitched before sliding around to your front.

Stiles dipped two fingers into the waistband of your leggings and tugged the stretchy material away from your body. You shivered, a combination of his feather light touch and the rush of cold air bringing goosebumps to your skin.

Your hands moved down to the waistband of his jeans as your lips moved steadily against his. He pulled away with a trembling breath when your chilled fingers undid the button, and you groaned in annoyance.

“Are you sure you want to...?”

You rolled your eyes, loving the fact that he was always so respectful, but knowing you didn’t have time for his usual timidness. Instead of responding verbally, you grabbed the hand that still rested on the front of your leggings. Your eyes connected with his as you moved his fingers below the stretchy material, past your panties, and into your sopping heat.

He looked at you with widened eyes and parted lips, surprised that you were so turned on already. Although, he shouldn’t be that caught off guard with the way his cock had been straining in his jeans for the last several minutes.

“What do you think?” You breathed, back arching as he started thrusting his fingers slowly.

His lips moved to your neck and he hummed against you, leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin. You whined when his fingers pulled out of you, the complaint instantly dying on your lips as his fingers moved to your clit instead.

Your shaky fingers fumbled with his zipper, finding it hard to concentrate with the pleasure rippling through your body. One thing you loved about Stiles is that he always knew exactly how to touch you. He could make you cum in seconds if he wanted to.

Finally, you got his jeans undone and practically tore his boxers down, letting his hard cock spring free.

He instantly shivered as the freezing air hit his skin, his fingers pausing against you for a brief moment. “Fuck, that’s cold.”

You wrapped your hand around his thick length, pumping him a few times to take his mind off your uncomfortable surroundings. He let out a ragged moan at the feeling of your smooth skin against him, and tangled his free hand in your hair again.

He jerked your head toward his, losing a bit of his usual gentleness. Your lips pulled into a small smile against his, loving this side of him. It was always fun to see how much you could rile him up before he’d snap and unleash this rougher part of himself.

Your hands left him so you could slide your leggings and panties down your legs. You pulled away and let out a trembling breath as the cool night air fanned against your exposed skin, moving back to him quickly in an effort to warm up.

You lined yourself up with his tip, using the hand that was still wrapped around him to guide him inside you. Both of you let out a loud moan as you sunk down onto his length in one fluid movement.

“Shit, Y/N.” He grunted, hands instantly moving to your hips.

He wasted no time in taking control, gripping your hips tightly so he could lift you up before slamming you back down onto him. Your lips parted in a silent gasp, your head tilting back in pleasure. He was stretching you so good, moving at just the right pace, everything was perfect.

You whimpered and let your forehead fall against his shoulder as one of his hands left you to bring some attention back to your clit. He gathered a bit of your wetness and swirled it around the sensitive bud just the way you like. Your back arched, feeling your stomach tightening already.

Stiles let his head fall back against the seat and moaned hoarsely, snapping his hips up each time he thrusted you against him. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer with the way you were clenching around him. Your hands gripped the top of the seat as you felt your high building, low moans and whimpers leaving your lips with each of his movements.

“What do you want, baby?” Stiles gripped the back of your neck with his free hand and tugged your head up so he could look into your eyes.

You shuddered against him, only seconds away from falling over the edge, and huffed impatiently. “You already know.”

His honey eyes twitched incredulously and his lips pursed at your attitude. He lifted you off of him, ignoring your groan of protest, and easily pushed you down onto the seat. He was hovering over you instantly, your eyes locked onto the way he was pumping himself slowly.

“Mouthy girls don’t get what they want.” He murmured lowly, the sight of you squirming desperately beneath him pushing him closer to his own high. “Do I need to ask again?”

You chewed on your bottom lip to fight the smirk threatening to break through. You weren’t expecting him to become so dominant tonight, but you were loving every second of it. The two of you often switched between those roles, taking turns driving each other wild.

Your hands moved up to drag through his hair before you tugged him down. He let you, but paused when his lips were only an inch away from yours.

You pouted, knowing you had to give him what he wanted for him to continue. “Make me cum. Please?”

He instantly crashed his lips against yours and entered you with a harsh trust. You moaned against him, back arching up off the seat beneath you. He held himself up with one hand, the other moving back to your clit. You began trembling as you were instantly brought back to the edge.

It only took a few seconds for the orgasm to wash over you, your entire body shaking with intense pleasure. He was right behind you, coming with a series of grunts against your lips. He continued thrusting into you slowly as he rode out his orgasm, only pulling out when both of you were spent.

A satisfied smile pulled at your lips as you looked up at him with heavy lidded eyes. He pecked your lips gently and tugged his jeans back up onto his hips. “I love you.”

“Love you too, dork.” You stretched your arms over your head, noticing that your muscles were a little tense after having sex in such a tight space.

Just then, the rumbling sound of a motorcycle fluttered to your ears. Your eyes widened as you scrambled to gather your clothes from the floor. Stiles jerked upright bedside you, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel nervously as he silently urged you to hurry up.

You managed to get dressed just as Scott pulled up behind the Jeep. Stiles immediately got out as you took a second to glance at yourself in the rear view mirror, smoothing your hair down as best you could before popping the passenger door open.

Your eyes landed on Scott as he walked toward you, holding his helmet in one hand and a can of gas in the other. He smiled sheepishly as you wrapped your arms around yourself, instantly shivering against the freezing air. You suddenly felt bad for being mean to Roscoe. It was much worse without her slightly inadequate protection from the elements.

“Sorry it took so long.” Scott handed the red container to Stiles, who wasted no time in walking around the Jeep to pour it into the tank. “How did you guys stay warm, anyway?”

Your eyes widened and flickered toward Stiles, seeing his cheeks turning pink beneath the moonlight. You tried keeping your heartbeat steady and schooled your expression as you glanced back to Scott.

“We uh...cuddled.”

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hope is a weapon you are trained to wield

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You cannot hide this in the tags, bestie. This is too lovely to keep a secret.

[wonderwyrm]

[worldheritagepostorganization]

World Heritage Post

[andy-15-07]

I LOVED your John Logan fic!! Could you do something where the reader’s car breaks down and Logan has to go help her? Thank you!!!!!!

Roadside Rescue

Pairing: John Logan  x Reader

Word Count: 1154

Request open!

Off campus masterlist

The first thing John noticed was the time.

The second thing he noticed was your text.

car died. i’m on the side of campus road near the library. don’t panic

John stared at the message for a full second, then immediately stood up from the couch.

Garrett looked over. “What happened?”

John was already reaching for his keys. “Her car broke down.”

Garrett blinked. “That’s it?”

“That’s enough.”

He was out the door before Garrett could say another word.

The drive felt longer than it should have. John kept one hand on the wheel and the other tapping against it, jaw tight, eyes scanning the road as if he could somehow get there faster by force of will alone. Your text had not sounded panicked, but John knew you. If you were telling him not to panic, you were probably already trying to be brave about something annoying and stressful.

And that made him worry more.

When he finally spotted your car, he exhaled hard through his nose.

You were standing near the hood with your arms wrapped around yourself, looking mildly annoyed and very much too calm for someone whose car had just given up on her. The second you saw his truck, your face softened with relief.

John parked, got out, and shut the door behind him with a little more force than necessary.

You smiled weakly. “Hi.”

He came straight to you. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

He gave you a look.

You sighed. “Okay, I’m not thrilled.”

“Car?”

“Dead.”

He glanced at the hood. “You try anything?”

“I popped it open and stared at it angrily, if that counts.”

A laugh escaped him before he could stop it. Then his expression softened again, because you were standing there with cold hands and tired eyes and trying very hard to pretend this was not a big deal.

“Where were you going?”

“Back to the house.”

“From?”

You hesitated. “The store.”

John’s brow furrowed. “You walked to the store?”

“I needed milk.”

He looked at you like you were insane. “You called me for that?”

“I didn’t call you for milk.”

“You should have.”

You crossed your arms. “I didn’t want to bother you.”

John stared at you for a second, then stepped closer and took your hands in his. “That’s not bothering me.”

Your face softened, and that made the cold air between you feel a little less miserable.

“I know,” you said quietly. “I just didn’t want to make a thing out of it.”

John squeezed your fingers once. “Too late.”

You laughed despite yourself, then immediately winced because the evening wind was sharp enough to make your nose sting.

He noticed. Of course he did.

“Come here,” he said.

You blinked. “I am here.”

He tugged you closer anyway, letting his jacket fall around your shoulders before you could argue. It was warm from being in his truck, and the smell of him settled around you immediately.

You looked down at it, then up at him. “You’re giving me your jacket?”

“I’m not letting you freeze.”

“You’re going to be cold.”

“I’m not the one standing by a broken car.”

That earned him a smile, small but real. He liked that smile a little too much, and he knew it.

His thumb brushed over your knuckles. “Did you call roadside assistance?”

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“They said someone’s coming.”

John nodded once. “Good.”

You watched him for a second. “You don’t have to stay.”

He gave you a flat look. “I know.”

“John.”

“You really think I’m leaving you here alone?”

You looked at the darkening sky, then back at him. “It’s not exactly the middle of nowhere.”

“It’s still not happening.”

You sighed, but it came out softer this time. “You’re very stubborn.”

“That’s because I’m right.”

He leaned around you to pop the hood, then peered in with the expression of a man who had no formal training but plenty of confidence. You watched him with growing amusement as he stared at the engine like it had personally offended him.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Looking.”

“At what?”

“I don’t know yet.”

You snorted. “That is not reassuring.”

John glanced at you. “Do you want reassurance, or do you want me to pretend I know something about cars?”

“I want both.”

He huffed a laugh and shut the hood again. “The battery looks old.”

“You can tell that by looking at it?”

“No.”

“You are making that up.”

“A little.”

You laughed, and he smiled because he’d done what he came to do: make you stop looking so stressed.

A few minutes later, roadside assistance called to say they were ten minutes away. John stood beside you with one shoulder against your car, his hand still occasionally brushing your arm like he was checking you were okay without making a whole production of it.

When the tow truck finally pulled up, he turned to you. “You want me to wait?”

You looked at him. “You’ve already been waiting.”

“I mean for the ride.”

You considered it. “You don’t have to.”

“I know.”

He said it gently this time, with that little tilt of his mouth that always meant he was offering, not insisting.

So you nodded. “Okay.”

John opened the passenger side door of his truck for you and waited while you climbed in, then shut it behind you and got in on the driver’s side. For a second, neither of you spoke.

Then you looked over and said, “Thank you.”

He started the truck. “For what?”

“For coming.”

John turned the heater up before answering. “Always.”

You smiled, softer now, and looked out the window for a second to hide it.

The drive back was quiet in the nicest way. John kept one hand on the wheel and the other resting near the center console, and after a minute you reached over and slid your fingers into his.

He glanced at you, then at your hand, then back at the road, but his thumb moved once over your knuckles in a way that told you he was just as happy about it as you were.

When you got back to the house, John walked you inside first, checked that you were warm, and only then went back outside to deal with the car situation.

You stood in the doorway watching him for a second before he looked back and caught you.

“What?” he called.

You smiled. “Nothing.”

He gave you a suspicious look. “That usually means something.”

You shook your head, still smiling. “You’re just really good at this.”

John’s expression softened right away. “At what?”

You tightened his jacket around yourself and said, “Taking care of me.”

That made him go quiet for just a second.

Then he gave you that familiar, warm little smile and said, “Yeah. I know.”

And this time, he looked like he meant he’d do it again anytime you needed him to.

[everythingfox]

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[tangobunny]

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[ackwet-blog]

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[lazaefair]

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[mirasmohan]

⋆｡°✩ have you ever tried this one? ✩°｡⋆

part 3 of the short 'n sweet series:

ALEX NILSEN (PWMOV) x fem!reader

warnings: smut, fingering, penetrative sex, breeding but not really, awkward communication (authors fault)

no one can blame you for wanting your boyfriend, right?

this is what you tell yourself as you clamber over alex where he's reading on the bed, pushing your head against his hand so he lifts his book for you to duck under it.

"do you need something?” he asks. it's a stiff question but he's not frustrated at all, a smile playing on his lips and through his eyes.

"you," you say plainly, nosing the crook of his neck. there, you can feel the way his pulse jumps at the contact, and he sets his book down to rest a hand on your waist.

"yeah?" he breathes. "how so?"

it's so easy to forget this part of alex, stoic and repressed as he can be, but there's something fiercer that breaks through that even-keeled (if anxious) exterior when he's...well, when he's horny.

"don't care," you start as he guides you both to sit and presses kisses over the line of your jaw, leaving your mouth open to talk.

on review, though, you do care - you've wanted him all morning and have had time to think about this. he drags his teeth just barely over the tendon in your neck, momentarily chasing all of your best laid plans from your head.

"want you over me," you force out through the cloud of pleasure quickly descending on your brain. "wanna feel...you like that."

alex hums and taps your hip so you turn in his lap, starting to undo the button of your jean shorts.

"what are you doing?"

he's not one to ignore what you want and especially not without telling you why first, so there has to be a good reason that this doesn't seem to be headed in the direction you assumed it would - primarily, down to lay on the bed.

"i'm gonna finger you first," he says, like he's telling you he's headed to the grocery store. the simplicity of it turns something off in your brain, every thought you've ever had dissolving into fog.

"oh," you reply. he smiles - though you can't see him, you can feel the shift of his cheek where it's against your head.

"is that okay with you?"

it's a semi-rhetorical question. on one hand, he's already nudging his fingers into your panties and through slick folds with a choked-back groan. on the other, you know he does want a reply. you'll give him one, the second you recover any thoughts that aren't related to the way he's swirling his pointer finger oh-so-slowly around your clit.

"sweetheart," he starts.

"yes, oh, it's fine with me," you manage.

his hand shifts just to cup your pussy for a second; the warmth and the way it covers you completely makes you squirm. alex doesn't comment on that. he lets you wriggle under the arm he has banded around your waist, and just when you have the mind to complain about the stillness, he eases two long, deft fingers into you. the breach coaxes twin groans out of you both, and the angle this position puts alex's hand at means that his fingers all but have to crook perfectly into that gummy, elusive spot on your insides. the way he starts to move is less an in-and-out and more of a slow undulation, the byproduct of which is an insistent grind of the heel of his hand on your clit. the coupling of this with the skilled prod of his fingers has you scrambling up to a gentle peak. alex noses your temple.

"come on," he murmurs, his lips dry and hot against your cheekbone. his own desire is poking you in the back, but if it's at all uncomfortable for him, he doesn't mention it. "want you to come on my hand, come on. you're doing so good, baby, please-"

and maybe he says something after this, but you go tumbling head first into your orgasm and the world goes buzzy for a moment. alex works you down and through the aftershocks before withdrawing his hand. though you're still sitting with your back to his chest, the obscene sound of him licking your euphoria of his fingers is almost too audible with his mouth right by your ear.

"we can stop now," he murmurs while you catch your breath. "if you've had enough, we can just cuddle."

his clean hand has snuck under your top and is gliding over your side almost absently, comforting and slow. fortunately, especially for the way he's still rock hard against your back, nothing sounds worse than stopping right now.

"still want you," you say, twisting to kiss him.

he cups your face to ease the awkward angle and kisses back, letting you clamber around to face him without somehow lifting your lips from his. when you fumble his belt open and work him out of the khakis he's inexplicably wearing on this beach vacation, he breaks the kiss with an absolutely shattered moan.

"careful, or i'm going to need to stop," he says, voice strained. he tries to deliver it as a joke but you can tell he's just a few touches from falling apart, and that sends a refreshed wave of want through your body.

"how did you want to do this?" he asks while you try to wrest his shirt from his body.

"want you over me, against my back," you say, running your hands over his chest. "like all your weight, i wanna feel...that."

alex's brow creases. "i don't want to hurt you."

the concerned, hesitant way he says it has you going even more pliant than before. he's caught between his and your clear need, his own desire to not deny you (really ever), and the constant anxiety that runs under his every move. you kiss him, soft and sweet and slow.

"you won't. i'll tell you if something doesn't feel good, i swear."

as it turns out, it's a complete non-necessity. having alex pressed deep in you from behind combined with the crush of his body has stars sparking in your vision, and if the sounds he's making in your ear are any indication, he feels the same. he's not even really pulling back, just rutting and rolling his hips against yours in a way that keeps you constantly, mind-numbingly full. it's easy to forget how big he is, with the...everything else about him, but he never fails to remind you in moments like these.

"alex," you whine. "alex, alex, please!"

he groans and pauses at the end of his motion. your head spins.

"you're close?" he asks.

when you nod, you can feel the sweat and drool on the sheets under your head. "want you to come...oh, fuck! inside, please!"

the sound he makes is almost animalistic -- it's not as though you both make a practice of using condoms; you're both clean and he can't get you pregnant, but this is the first time you've outright asked for it and it seems to do the trick for him, judging by the way his hips snap deep and hard.

"gonna fill you up," he mumbles. "gonna give...you want you want."

he makes good on that promise with a twist of his hips that has you tumbling over right with him. you both just lay there for a moment, the rise and fall of your breaths simultaneous.

"alex?" you say after a moment.

"yes?"

"this wasn't bad for your back, right?"

he raises one trembling hand and flicks your temple. "shut up."

[lliveonthesunn]

every other week, my mom would make a giant pot of vegetable soup. she'd pack half of it in a tupperware and take it to her best friend's house. they both had three kids whose ages aligned. they'd lock us out of the house and go through each room, finding every piece of dirty laundry and then spend the afternoon keeping the washer and dryer running, folding and putting away each load while gossiping.

every alternate week, her best friend would come to our house with a tupperware full of chicken spaghetti. they'd stick us in front of a tv with a stack of disney vhs tapes and go through each room, finding every dirty dish, and then spend the afternoon at the kitchen sink, washing each dish by hand while gossiping.

it wasn't always soup and spaghetti and laundry and dishes. but it was almost always a meal and a chore. here is a night you don't have to cook dinner. here is a chore you can cross off your list. and here is a day you don't have to spend alone. because really food and friendship and a feeling of accomplishment are what we all need most.

[the-big-mood]

Nokia was so futuristic

[hyperfixations-and-hecticness]

As much as I make fun of Percy for being down bad from day one what I really love is that he truly thinks this is regular friend behaviour. He’s unleashing his inner wattpad mafia boss for Annabeth, has her picture on his mirror, promises he’d burn down Olympus for her, seems offended there’s ‘another’ boyfriend and thinks it is purely platonic. And the best part is Percy is such a loverboy in all meanings of the world that that genuinely is understandable because he is simultaneously going to the sea of monsters for Grover, having Grover’s picture on his mirror, telling Grover he looks beautiful in a wedding dress, embracing Grover like the husband he presumed missing at sea and being so soulmated to his best friend that they dream together.

[titaniafane]

Something that always baffles me when reading The Mark of Athena is when Annabeth mentions that she has to overcompensate just to be acknowledged as smart outside of her looks. And the same thing shows up in the TV series.

Because when you actually think about it, Annabeth Chase’s intelligence is not just “Athena kid = booksmart.” That’s such a shallow way to frame it.

Annabeth has dyslexia and ADHD, which in the demigod universe are literally neurological traits wired for battle. And she doesn’t just cope with them—she weaponizes them.

Her intelligence is layered:

• She can read and study despite dyslexia. That already takes an insane level of determination and adaptation.

• She can design strategies on the fly in the middle of life-or-death situations.

• She anticipates problems before they even happen.

• She reads environments, architecture, and enemy behavior like a tactical blueprint.

That’s not just academic intelligence. That’s strategic intelligence, spatial intelligence, and predictive thinking all working together.

Annabeth isn’t just the “smart girl.” She’s the kind of person whose brain is constantly running simulations in the background.

Like sure, she reads a lot. But the real scary part about her intelligence is that she can walk into a situation and in seconds her brain is already calculating:

• terrain

• enemy weaknesses

• escape routes

• structural vulnerabilities

• long-term consequences

And she’s doing that while fighting monsters.

So when people reduce Annabeth to just “booksmart” or “wiseass” it’s honestly wild because her mind works more like a battlefield strategist than a stereotypical academic prodigy.

She’s not just smart.

She’s the kind of smart that wins wars.

[anxiety0-0]

Okay but you cant tell me that percy wouldnt starts spiraling when he notices how possessive he is so he backs off. Maybe someone makes a joke about him being an octopus with how much hes wrapped around her or notices everytime their in the water hes like what happens if we just dont leave and just live here together underwater. Annabeth starts spiraling because shes like oh hes acting different hes changed his mind about loving me just like everyone else.

They’re so miscommunication trope unfortunately

But yeah, Percy is already so incredibly guilty about giving into his wants. Nevermind when someone calls (playfully) him out on it. My guy is spiraling the second he thinks about it too hard. This man internalizes his thoughts like no tomorrow. One of the campers compares him to an octopus? Be ready for him to immediately start detaching and thinking he’s holding Annabeth next to him against her will and she’s too nice to say anything about it. His instincts want him to keep her underwater forever? How dare he impose his wants on top of Annabeth’s future, nevermind that he’d also be putting her where she’s inherently disadvantaged.

Annabeth on the other hand is on the verge of tearing up every time Percy starts drifting away from her. Is she not good enough? Why has he changed? Did she do something wrong? That girl is overthinking it to hell and back, over analyzing her every move. Her abandonment issues are flaring up like hell because damn it she’s not gonna lose someone else to lack of interest. Is she gonna tell Percy any of this? Ha, you’re so funny, absolutely not. That would mean admitting that she’s still prone to panicking and she told Percy that it was getting better. Instead she’s gonna try to fix the issue without ever communicating because surely she can figure it out

This in turn feeds into Percy’s concern of stressing her out so he distances himself more which causes Annabeth to panic more. It’s a vicious cycle. Usually it’s broken by one of them breaking down and asking what they did wrong or their friends go “damn you guys need to communicate” and locks them in a room together

[abitlikemercury]

I don't know what I love more: Sophie having the cheek the nerve the gall the audacity and the gumption to basically tell Benedict "You make me too horny, you must leave your own house" OR Benedict responding with "You're absolutely right and I am so sorry, I'll go pack my shit"

[blitzocrowleysversion]

he said "yes ma'am im so sorry, queen ill be outta here in 5, sorry to inconvenience you babe"

[softdomsworld]

being dominant about consent

“look at me.”

“you don’t get quiet when something’s wrong. you use your words. i need to hear you.”

“does this feel good, sweetheart? tell me.”

“i won’t guess. you’ll guide me. that’s how this works.”

“may i touch you here?”

“if you hesitate, i stop. immediately.”

“i want your yes. not your silence.”

“say it clearly for me. green, yellow, or red.”

“good girl. that’s it. always tell me.”

“you trust me because i make it safe to.”

“i’m in control, but you are never powerless.”

“if it stops being good for you, it stops. no questions. no disappointment.”

“your comfort is not optional.”

“you’re mine to guide, not to harm.”

“now come here. and tell me exactly what you want.”

[transcientgfdboi]

😣😣this makes me a little emotional