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[watchtowcr]

"Do you want to spend the night?"

Affectionate Starters

The question caugh Chloe off guard, and it took her a second to pull the obvious confusion from her expression. But as the blonde finally looked up at Clark, it was with a small smile. “Yeah, sure. Sounds fun.”

[watchtowcr]

"Do you want some cocoa?"

Affectionate Starters

“I’d love some, thanks. It’s freezing outside.” It was better now that she was inside, but Chloe could still feel the chill trhough her jacket and her hair was soaked from the short walk inside. “Not all of us are impervious to the weather.” Her lips quirked up in a teasing smile as she took a seat on the couch.

[watchtowcr]

“It’s easy for people to see the powers and not the people behind them. I guess even heroes need someone to come home to.”

Smallville Sentence Starters

“I’ll always do my best to make sure that you have someone to come home to Clark.” Even now that she knew what he could do, Chloe would always look at Clark as her best friend first. And as selfish as it might be, she’d always put him before the Blur, or anyone else.

[cerseilionesslannister]

@smallvillehero

         Myrcella is alive. Myrcella is safe. Myrcella is home.

         Nothing  else  matters, for the time being. Cersei shall go back to fretting over Tommen and worrying about Jaime, wishing him home, wishing him back in her arms on the morrow; today,  ‘tis only her daughter that is of any concern. Upon reuniting, they embraced for so long it felt like hours passed, and Cersei buried  her  nose  in her girl’s hair; even fragrant with Dornish s pices  and  oils, she  still  smelled like Myrcella, like the daughter born and  raised  by  Cersei’s own hands.

         Just now, Myrcella is napping, resting up after the journey that no doubt proved  long  and difficult for a girl so unused to travel. Cersei has  asked  the cooks to prepare a meal of her favorite foods for dinner; in the meantime, she pulls Kellel into her study, sitting him down in the seat across from hers at her desk and pouring two hearty glasses of sweet, strong wine.

         “I  confess,”  she  says,   the glimmer of a mother’s joy never leaving her gaze, “I thought the task impossible. I had nearly resigned myself to never see- ing  her  again.  How did you do it?” Takes a sip, then clarifies: “How  did  you find her, and how did you bring her back?”

[ambitixuslioness]

        It’s the first time she’s woken up in his bed by herself; sheets wrapped around her bare limbs, arms tucked beneath one of his pillows. He’s usually there with her, either curled around her, or awake and stroking his broad fingers through her hair. She’s not sure she enjoys this difference - this solitude to the heaviness of his breathing. Blinking sleep from her eyes, she peers blearily to her left, searching for her wand. It’s there, just teetering on the edge of the table resting beside his bed. Grappling for her life line, she mumbles a soft charm, realizes what time it is and slowly eases herself up into a sitting position. “Clark?” His dorm is otherwise empty, she realizes as she peers through the curtains surrounding his bed.  @smallvillehero

[ambitixuslioness]

"Will you be quiet now?!"

( with this kiss | accepting! )

            hermione can’t help the laugh as it tumbles forth, her arms slinking up around his neck. she has to jump up, catch her legs around his waist as she does, because he’s much taller than she. under any other circumstance she might’ve pushed him away. hermione has every right to, every desire to do so, because clark is a spell she can’t afford to be under, yet he refuses to go away. he’s a leech; a handsome, giant leech who refuses to leave her be no matter how much she fights him on it. his lips are warm and inviting and she sinks into the kiss, her tongue dipping out against his own - sliding, dueling, because she’ll never let him win.

            “i don’t know why you think the only way to get me to shut up is by kissing me,” she breathes against the wet heat of his mouth, her hips rolling forward against his own where she has her soft thighs wrapped tight around his broad hips. hermione allows her fingers to sink into the dark tresses of his hair, gripping the back of his neck and bringing him closer until her nose bumps against his. “but please keep doing so,” hermione adds, hardly in the mood to argue with him. she needs his hands, wants his lips caressing more than just her own. 

[watchtowcr]

👌 👌 👌

send me 👌 if your muse would bang mine

“You would? ….fell into contact with any kryptonite lately? I mean considering your normal reservations on sex in general..” And the fact that you don’t look at me that way… Cause if you did I’d totally be having sex with you right now, God I’m glad you can’t read minds.

[reginayeshomomills-archive]

"Be still."

Send “Be still” for my muse’s reaction to yours trailing a hand up their thigh and shirt.

@smallvillehero

Regina stilled as she felt Clark’s hand on her thigh. Her heart rate increased as his hand traveled under her shirt. “W-what are you doing, Clark?”