Thirsting over zhongli beacuse i can: imagine fuck with him in his adeptus form(some Chinese translation said that his true form was human but with dragon tail and horns) i imagine his cock being a little bit bigger than normal giving you more pleasure and a belly bulge. His tail rolled around your leg and betting you hard on your neck clamimg you as his mate/his treasure. I also imagine him woth scales that can change temperature as the normal body does. His wild groalds and words making you reach your peak "you'll look so beautiful pregnant with my baby y/n" or "your are mine. Your are my darling."
but i can imagine that mating season is such a painful season for him, his balls are so heavy and swollen with cum and his scales are literally scalding as lust overcomes his other senses
all he can think about is filling you up with his cum, your belly either bulging from his cock or from the amount of semen he's already filled you up with
his cock throbs painfully if your warm wet walls aren't wrapped around his dick, so he has to be inside of you at all times -at least, until his heat has passed
his body probably releases some kind of aphrodisiac to get his mate/partner into the mood so that they're always ready for him
mating season has zhongli more possessive than ever, and this man has you marked up from head to toe -bright red splotches and bruises covering your skin along with the faint indents of his scales
he's ruthless when he fucks you, but he also knows when you're at your limit and when he needs to stop
so on the rare occasions that he's not molding your bodies together, he has you sitting on his lap -cockwarming him - while one of his free hands is rubbing the small bump on your belly, his chin hooked over your shoulder as he admires his work
this is also the time where he tells you how beautiful you look with your belly swollen with his child and how you belong to him now
also i feel like his body glows, like he has these markings that litter his skin and across his chest -and the same markings will appear on your belly to let him know that he's bred you successfully
Heavens Finest - spn / imaginary friend au (non idol)
Henry - dad au (idol)
Park Jimin
“Moms Day Off” - dad au (retired idol)
Mistaken Identity - au (idol?)
Kim Taehyung
Officer Kim - cop au (non idol)
After, After Life - supernatural au (non idol) TW
Pouring Rain - cafe au (non idol)
Nesting - dad au (idol)
Looks Good On You - dad au (idol)
Immortals - immorality au (non idol)
Year 1001 - immortality au (non idol) not the same ^^
Jeon Jungkook
CEO Junior - ceo au (non idol)
Chaser - ex husband au (non idol)
If I got the plot idea or anything from anyone’s work or a specific plot list I will mention it. I do not own any of the photos/gifs used and I also hope whoever reads these are intelligent enough to know that these are stories and do not reflect as BTS or anyone else mentioned as people.
With Dean’s inability to not touch things, what if he ended up spilling something messy? E.g., if reader is trying to do some craft or artwork and he spills glitter or beads or the like?
Requested by @shy-violet-soul
You’d only left the room for one minute.
Sixty seconds, if that.
Long enough to go to your room, grab a different paint brush, and come back.
You stand there, mouth slightly ajar, staring in blatant disbelief at a scene that was definitely not how you’d left it.
Movement catches the corner of your eye, and your head snaps to the right to glimpse the side of a face disappearing from where it had snuck briefly around the corner.
“Dean!”
He reappears again, slowly, most of his body still hidden behind the corner of the wall. “Yes?”
The slightly higher pitch, the swallow that follows the attempt for a nonchalant tone in his response, sends your eyes in a brief rolling motion before your arm snaps out, an accusatory finger drawing a line for his gaze to follow.
“Did you...what did...” Your other arm joins the first for a wide gesture at the mess around you. “How?”
He steps fully into view, head hung low, and your hand flies over your mouth to stifle the burst of laughter that instantaneously manifests in your throat. You swallow it back down, try, and fail, to completely wipe the smile from your face.
“That bucket of paint came out of nowhere,” he mutters.
“Dean, it’s a five gallon bucket.”
“I was eating a sandwich,” he retorts, as if that explains everything. Well, it did explain the tomato slice floating in the river of pink paint that now coats the floor, surrounded by a cheese slice, a half eaten piece of bread, and the slice of lunchmeat plastered against Dean’s fuchsia colored leg.
Oh, and the perfect, pink butt print, centered like it had been purposely placed in the middle of your canvas drop cloth.
“How much paint is on your ass right now?” you ask, fighting to hold a straight face.
He twists his body to look, and a snort escapes out of your nose.
“Why is there glitter?” he almost whines, brushing his hand over the sparkly pink denim on the seat of his pants.
“It’s in the paint.”
“Who in the hell ruins paint with glitter?”
“I think it looks great on you.”
He catches the shift in your voice, eyes leaving his stained clothes to look at you...
...then to look at the paintbrush in your hand...
...the paintbrush that’s now coated in glittering pink paint...
...and the mischievous smile you can no longer keep at bay, spread wide across your face.
“Y/N...” he warns, taking a step back.
“Yes?” you reply, feigning innocence. You skirt around the overturned bucket, past the wooden table you’d had plans to refinish.
He retreats with your advance, fear filling his eyes.
“Y/N, don’t you dare-”
It’s too late. A shriek of laughter bursts out of your lungs as you sprint down the hallway, the pink splattering of paint on the side of Dean’s face only adding to your hysterics and greatly detracting from his angry look as he chases after you.
Sam stops just outside the door, ‘So get this,’ dying off before he even opens his mouth. Dean’s door is ajar, and he hears the bed creak beneath his weight as he sits.
His brother’s movements aren’t what stop him. It’s Dean’s voice. His broken, whiskey-soaked voice, drowning in tears.
“Someday, Cas,” Dean says, and Sam closes his eyes, pressing back against the wall. He knows he shouldn’t be listening, but he can’t stop himself. He has no idea what to do to help his brother, and maybe he hopes hearing these intimate thoughts will help.
“Someday, you’re gonna come back to me. I don’t know how. I don’t know when, but you’re gonna come back to me, you understand? And when that day comes, I’m not gonna be a coward about it. I’ve watched you die too many damn times. I’ve lost too damn much, and I’ve lived too damn long to keep being a coward.”
Sam draws a breath, and covers his mouth with his hand. He feels tears prickling his eyes.
“I’m gonna tell you I love you like I should’ve done years ago. After Chuck brought you back the first time. After I found you with no memories. After Purgatory. After you fell. After you died. God—“ Dean cuts himself off with a sob, and Sam looks again. Dean’s hanging his head, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
“If you got your ears on wherever you go... whatever version of Heaven you’re in... wherever angels go when they die... I just want you to know, Cas, I love you, man. More than I’ve ever loved anyone. And I’m waiting for Someday with you.”
Dean huffs, and Sam swears he’s smiling. “We’ll eat burgers and sit on that dock and fish. You hear me? Someday, you and me.”
Sam swallows and pushes off the wall, clearing his throat as he knocks to announce his presence. He watches knowingly as Dean clears his throat and his mask sits a little straighter. It’s so typical Dean, though he doesn’t know Sam can see right through it. He vows, then, to find any way he can to get Dean his someday. He’ll find a way, no matter what it takes. Someday isn’t a maybe. Someday is someday.
Philip was like a little tortoise, the way he lay on hisback in the middle of his parent’s bed and wriggled his chubby little legs inthe air, rocking but never managing to go anywhere. Not that he seemedparticularly bothered, he was perfectly content trying to pull his own footinto his mouth and shaking his head so his mop of tight, brown ringletsbounced, making soft babbling noises, simply because he’d worked out how tolast week and was enjoying his newfound talent.
The baby was perfectly content in his own little world untilAlex suddenly sprang up from the floor and bounced into his son’s field of viewwith a loud shout of, “FOUND YOU!”
Pip’s eyes went wide and he thrashed and shriekeddelightedly, all his little limbs flying.
Alex laughed, bending over his tiny son and tickling hisribs and nuzzling at him just so he could hear more of his son’s laughter, itwas like the best music he’d ever heard. Philip obliged him, chuckling so hardhis curls bounced and his little baby cheeks flushed. Alex just fell in loveall over again, like he did every single time he saw his son. Whether he was screaming,demanding attention even if it was two in the morning, or accidentally punchinghis dad in the nose as he slept between his parents in their bed or saying goodmorning as Alex bent over his crib by making those adorable little starfishgrabby hands and smiling so wide. He was happy to see his daddy and Alex wasalways happy to see him. His little boy. Pip was just so damn cute and perfectand wonderful and he’d helped make him somehow and it took his breath away. Everygoddamn time.
“You’re the cutest thing in the world, aren’t you mijo?” hegrinned down at him, as the baby started grasping at his dad’s nose and hishair and his cheeks, “Just the cutest thing in the whole world? Yes, you are!”
Philip crowed happily, blowing a raspberry, another trickhe’d learned last week.
Alex snorted with laughter and blew one right back, whichquickly lead to Philip suddenly having a tight grasp on his dad’s tongue. Heyelped in surprise and rolled onto his back, scooping the baby up with him sonow he was holding him up.
“Bleh!” Alex gently got Pip to let go, “Sneak attack! Howcould you, to your own father?”
His only reply was another loud raspberry.
“Cheeky monkey,” Alex grinned, wiping some spittle off hisface against his sleeve (he was quickly realising that having a baby was asmessy a job as hunting had been), “My little boy.”
When Alex looked at his son, his Philip, he felt a lot ofdifferent things. From that first instant, he’d held him in the hospital, thatone moment of quiet in the eye of a storm of confusion and fear and panic, hislife had changed. He wondered how he’d ever been so scared of something sosmall and adorable and perfect, with his nose and Eliza’s wide eyes and a smilethat made all the nightmares Alex had seen in his life feel so far away. But at the same time, he was more scared thanany vampire or ghost or spirit had ever made him. Because his son was so smalland delicate and now it was Alex’s job to take care of him and make sure hegrew up with so much more happiness and safety than Alex himself had ever had.He knew how much danger and sadness was out there, how many things that wantedto hurt his little boy, especially given that his last name was Hamilton. AndAlex and Eliza were all that stood between him and all that shadow.
Alex didn’t feel like he could be trusted with such a task,he’d messed up so much in his life, who’d decided that he was worth somethingas precious as this?
But he looked at his son and he knew he was going to try hishardest. Damn it, he would make himself good enough. Alex had already scarifiedso much for Philip but he was willing to give even more.
Philip made a tiny squawking noise, confused by the watersuddenly running down his daddy’s face, reaching out and trying to grab at it.
Alex smiled softly and let Pip squish his cheeks a little,making them both laugh.
“Nah, I’m okay, mijo,” Alex laughs, rolling and setting Pipon his back so they were lying next to each other, “I’m okay.”
Pip seemed to accept that as an answer, grabbing his noseand giggling. Alex retaliated by bopping him on his own little button nose toturn his giggles into full blown laughter. Alex kept going, starting to presson his nose, his cheeks, his forehead, his chin, saying out loud in Spanishwhat each body part was, turning it into a little silly song for him,accompanied by Pip’s musical baby laughter. Soon they were both laughing andAlex’s gentle pokes had been replaced with kisses and Pip was squirminghappily.
Which was when Alex looked up and saw his wife, his Eliza,leaning in the doorway of their bedroom, filming the whole thing on her phone.
“Eliza!” Alex yelped, sitting bolt upright, “What are youdoing?”
Eliza grinned delightedly, “Oh no, don’t stop, it’s so cute!”
Alex’s face turned red but the goofiest smile started togrow on his face, “How long have you been standing there? Eliza, come on…”
His wife’s expression was perfectly innocent as she came andjumped up on the bed, “Not long! Just from when you started singing…”
Alex groaned, “Oh jeez…and what are you going to do with it?”As of he already knew the answer, he started reaching for her phone, trying tograb it.
“Nothing!” Eliza beamed, dancing back from him, “I justthought all our friends would be interested to see what the former scourge ofdemon-kind is doing with his retirement…”
Alex gave a gasp of horror, “You wouldn’t!”
Eliza only lay back and continued, “The guy with confirmedkills in the hundreds is also great at making up nursery rhymes, who knew? Betthe guys would love this…”
Alex huffed and dived for her hand, unfortunately puttinghimself right in the firing line for her to kiss him, distracting him expertlywith her soft lips on his. Within moments the struggle was forgotten and, afteran indignant squeak from Pip asking why his parents attention wasn’t solelyfocused on him, it was just him and Eliza lying side by side with their littleboy between them. And Alex could do nothing but smile.
“You really don’t mind, do you?” Eliza asks gently, her eyesshining as she tickled Philip’s stomach.
“About the-? Nah, no way,” Alex shrugged, “I, um…I like whoI am now. It’s nice.”
That made Eliza smile wider, reaching over and holding hishand, “I like it too. I mean, not that I didn’t like it before. But this suitsyou, being a dad.”
He laughed softly, looking down as Pip took hold of hisfinger, hanging on tight.
“Well I don’t know about that. But I’m going to do my best.”
Heyyy! So, I have a prompt idea for the SPN AU for you: Alex and Eliza checking out their new anti-possession tattoos <3
I did it!! I finished a thing!! Its short and terrible but I did it!!
Alexander Hamilton had faced down some of Hell’s worstnightmares. He’d taken more blows and cuts and bruises than neither he nor hisgirlfriend Eliza could count and he always shrugged them off, insisting it wasnothing, that he was perfectly fine to keep fighting even as blood seeped frombetween his fingers.
And yet, he still yelped and winced and squirmed like alittle kid with every new tattoo.
It made Eliza laugh a little to feel how he clung to herhand with all his strength, his face twisted tight, all the way through untilWashington finally leaned back in his chair and told him that he was done.
Eliza took hers the way someone would respond to having theirnails painted. Alex watched on sullenly, fiddling with his bandage and mumblingabout how the needle must have been sharper when it was his turn and what did aguy have to do to get some pain numbing whiskey in this bar?
But then they were done and the two of them were back athome. Eliza stood in front of the mirror, her shirt abandoned on the back ofthe sofa, admiring the new anti-possession tattoo on her collarbone, starkagainst her skin. As she cautiously rubbed the angry, red skin around it, she couldn’thelp but let her mind drift back to the reason it was there. What had happenedlast week.
She’d been trying not to dwell on it, not to let thememories of being imprisoned in her own body touch her in the daylight. Atnight, it was a different story, she couldn’t stop hearing that awful laughterin her mind, Alex’s scream of pain as his ribs had snapped under her hand orAlex’s broken begging for the demon to possess him rather than her, to take himand let her go free, even after it had filled his head with lies that she didn’tlove him. They’d soothed each other with kisses and soft touches every nightsince but still. Eliza had seen it. That flash that had gone through her Alex’samber eyes, that moment where he’d believed what the demon had told him. Andshe saw it every night since in her dreams.
She took a deep, shaky breath, following the pattern of thetattoo with her eyes to try and calm herself and focus her mind. This wouldmake sure that it never happened again. Alex was never going to have any reasonto doubt that she loved him, never again.
She was so lost in her thoughts and keeping herself on theedge, she jumped as Alex came up behind her, winding his arms around her waist.
“Woah, sorry,” he exclaimed, his eyes cautious, “Didn’t meanto scare you.”
“It’s okay, baby,” she said quickly, relaxing into histouch, she needed it, “I was just…far away.”
Alex turned to the mirror, his reflection giving hers a crookedsmile, “Well, welcome back.”
His eyes drifted to her tattoo, his hands moving up tolightly play with the lace of her bra. He grinned and nodded towards the one onhis own shoulder, “We match.”
That made her laugh. It always amazed her how just a fewmoments with her Alex could lift her. Like he was her light against the shadowsin her mind and the ones they faced down every day.
“We do,” she agreed happily, “We’ve officially become one ofthose couples who get matchingtattoos. God help us.”
Alex’s raspy laughter was infectious, “Yeah. The kind of matchingtattoos that stop the denizens of hell from using us at meat puppets. How clichéd.Like something straight out of Love Actually.”
Eliza elbowed him lightly, rolling her eyes, “You dork.”
“Your dork,” hereplied smoothly, kissing her neck.
Eliza trembled delightedly, “Hey there…”
“What?” Alex chuckled, his breath and his goatee ticklingher and making her giggle, “You expect to just be able to stand there in yourbra and have me maintain self-control? Come on, have you met me?”
Eliza smirked, spinning in his arms and kissing him hard,enough to make him tip back a little. “I do know you,” she breathes against hislips, “My Alex.”
Alex moaned slightly, kissing her again in answer, his handsresting on the small of her back, thumbs toying with the waistband of her skirtlike he wanted it to join her shirt in abandonment on the sofa.
And she was going to oblige him, very happily. But first.
Eliza pulled away from him suddenly, taking his face in herhands, her eyes suddenly sincere.
“I love you, Alexander. You know that, right?”
Alex was a little surprised but his expression soon shiftedinto gentle love, “I do. And I love you, Eliza.”
“Good,” she breathed as she closed the gap between theirbodies, forcing him back against the wall and starting to shed him of hisclothes.
She’d say that many more times before the sun came up andshe’d prove it, with her tongue and her fingers and her lips and her body. AndAlex would smile each time and kiss her new, fresh tattoo, like he strengthenedit through that simple act.
And every time it was a promise. That no matter what theyfaced or what happened, they’d have each other.
Nathanette; "my girlfriend keeps vanishing when i try to protect her during akuma attacks and it scares me to death that she could be hurt"
i can’t believe i’m naming my first-born child anonymous thank you anon!!
Given the rather concerning number of akuma attacks, it wouldn’t have been a surprise that Nathanaël if he couldn’t always find Marinette during them.
But every single time?
The times when they were outside of class were bad enough; he would call, text, anything to try and find out if she’d been the victim of whatever akuma was attacking Paris. He had to assume that Marinette was the unluckiest girl in the city - she never picked up until Ladybug had saved the day, so she had to have been caught up in it. Right?
But there were the other times, the ones when they were in school, seated far enough away from each other that when danger struck - and, with Chloé in their class, danger struck a lot - he couldn’t seem to get to her before she had vanished. And he had no idea how.
He would barely blink, but by the time he’d reacted, bounding out of his seat to where she should have been, Marinette was already gone. By that point he’d either been attacked by the akuma himself, so the question of where she’d gone was out of his mind until Ladybug and Chat Noir saved him, or he managed to escape and go searching for his missing girlfriend. And, really, the school wasn’t that big; even if he wasn’t able to find Marinette during some of the attacks, surely he should have been able to find her now and again.
But, instead, he would be faced with sharp fear curling in his gut as he darted around everywhere Marinette could be, wondering where she was, if she was okay, why she kept disappearing. And every time, it was only after the akuma disappeared and Nathanaël left his latest voicemail practically begging her to let him know she was alright that Marinette would respond.
A small, irrational part of Nathanaël wanted to be annoyed; akuma attacks were terrifying enough without wondering if Marinette was hurt. But he couldn’t blame her; she either had the sense to flee from an attack before it got worse, or she was constantly a victim of the akumas.
Either way, he was just relieved each time when she found her way back to him afterwards.
