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foodsies4me · 2 months

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February Malec fic rec!

Thanking @kalalab for this month's theme which is enemies to lovers! The same rules still apply, about one fic per author, but all of these authors have other brilliant fics you should be reading and if you want to add your own recs in the comments, tags, or reblogs please feel free to do so! 😊

Also, I have tagged the authors whose Tumblr account I know, but if you'd prefer I not tag you, please tell me so! I don't want these to be annoying for the authors.

One-shots:

Rumor Has It by Lecrit: A human AU which is not something I'm generally a fan of, but Lecrit just writes so well that I gobble this up anyway.

Summary:

Magnus widens his eyes at him, silently asking him to just give him this one. Alec simply curves one of his stupidly perfect eyebrows in response, a simple gesture that carries the weight of a call for challenge. “Looks like you’re gonna have to postpone your wedding for now,” Maia giggles next to him. Magnus huffs, flexing his jaw. “Oh, it’s on, Lightwood,” he mouths at him.

Also, because I suck at keeping to my own rules, I'm adding a second fic rec that I maybe love just as much by Lecrit aka the way to a chef's heart. But, in my defense, both fics are great and one is about cooking and baking. I am weak when it comes to food, okay?

Anyway, summary:

After a scorching review on his restaurant in one of the world's most famous food magazines, world class chef Magnus Bane is set on finding the food critic who dared to slander his art and make him change his mind. He doesn't expect someone as stubborn or infuriating as Alec Lightwood

you're the light that i won't let go by oh-la-fraise: Another human AU as well as an Enemies to Lovers with a twist.

Summary:

There were three unspoken rules to the Manhattan Institute of Higher Learning, New York’s premier private K-12 school: 1) Respect that the space under the football bleachers was for sex, and only for sex. 2) Don’t eat the cafeteria meatloaf. 3) Never mention Mr. Bane to Mr. Lightwood or vice versa, unless you wanted the whole class to get extra homework.

careless curses by @alexanderlightweight: I don't know what to say that isn't already stated in the summary except I love it when alexanderlightweight writes dark themes. (Or just writes in general).

Summary:

The Lightwood family has been cursed by death for generations and now, Alec lives with death hovering over him. Sometimes life is the curse and death the reward.

Ten Not-Dates That Magnus Bane Spends Falling In Love with Alec Lightwood by Aria_Lerendeair: Magnus is hilariously done at the start of this fic.

Summary:

Magnus was going to have words with the Clave. They would be decidedly unpleasant words, and they might be accompanied by a few very pointed magic blasts and maybe even curses. They deserved it. Another Lightwood in charge of the New York Institute?

Multi-chapter fics or series:

All the Costs are Even by tsujiharu: A fic that deserves more love imo, is this Pride and Prejudice retelling. Also, I'm just now realizing that most of these are Human AU's despite me being notorious for generally not liking them, lol.

Summary:

A modern day Pride and Prejudice AU, in which a disgruntled lawyer and an aloof entrepreneur can't seem to get over their pride (and prejudices?) and admit their very obvious attraction to each other.

love is a four-letter word by @la-muerta: Do la-muerta fics need to be recced? Probably not because I suspect most people have read them. Am I still going to to rec them because I love them? Yes! So here is another lovely human AU fic where first impressions maybe aren't what they seem.

Summary:

Magnus knows he's one of the best editors in the business. So when the bigoted director of the publishing house he works for gives their grandson's best friend the promotion Magnus deserved to get, he decides that it's the last straw. Magnus intends to go out with a bang and take his new boss down with him — but he didn't mean for it to happen quite so literally.

Crush On You by @gospi: A FTH fic of 2023 that had me laughing at how salty Alec is about crushing on Magnus. A lot of fun.

Summary:

An ancient, unsuccessful recipe for starting new relationshipsalliances: A dash of rumors. A sprinkle of heritage. A smidgen of jealousy. A dollop of chaotic disasters. A shitload of assumptions. Let it simmer. Enjoy!

My True Love Gave To Me by AlxSteele: Christmas repeats itself endlessly for Magnus and while it's annoying he does end up learning a new side from the awful baked Alec Lightwood. Surprise, he isn't all that awful.

Summary:

Magnus Bane had a plan, a perfect Christmas Eve just like always. Hang out with his friends, bask in the Christmas Spirit. Then everything went wrong. Now he's stuck reliving the same day again and again and again. The bright side? Maybe Alec Lightwood isn't as terrible as Magnus always thought.

A fic that I am sure most people have already read because it is wonderful (which is the reason why I didn't add it last month even though it's a wing fic) is Fall Without Wings by @notcrypticbutcoy. It's a brilliant fic that's all.

Summary:

Or: In which the Nephilim have wings, are taught to loathe Downworlders, and Alec is presented with a conundrum when Magnus Bane saves his life.

#Fic rec #Malec fic rec #I don't know if people actually read this #but these also give me a reason to reread fics #so it's a win either way #also these are a lot fluffier than my previous rec list #which means the next one has to be angsty again #j

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brothersnackariahsbitch · 7 months

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The literal translation of “lex malla, lex nulla” is “if I think the law is unjust, I’m going to tell the Clave to suck my big fat Blackthorn dick.” And I think that’s beautiful 🥰

#the shadowhunter chronicles #blackthorn family #the dark artifices #tda #lex malla lex nulla #julian blackthorn #mark blackthorn #helen blackthorn #ty blackthorn #livvy blackthorn #dru blackthorn #tavvy blackthorn #emma carstairs #fuck the clave #lady midnight #lord of shadows #queen of air and darkness

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍: Food Play w/ Dean Winchester

a/n: me caught up with kinktober? who would've guessed. thank you so much for your support :] i focused more on the intimacy than the smut aspect of it.

masterlist | kinktober masterlist | AO3

It had been a long time since you and Dean had been able to go on a date, just the two of you. You both giggled as you stumbled through the bunker doors, gripping onto each other tightly as you walked down the staircase, making sure the both of you didn't fall as you reached the bottom of it.

“There's more beer in the kitchen.” Dean attempted to whisper, but it came out as more of a harsh one. You shushed him, lazily putting a finger over his lips as you whispered an, “Okay.”

You let him lead you there where he gripped you by your waist, hauling you onto the metal counter with little strain before going to the unnecessarily large fridge, pulling out a six pack and putting them next to you. He easily twisted the caps off and handed yours to you. As you took a sip, some of it dropped down your mouth, soaking the front of your shirt a bit.

“Shit!” You giggled, bringing the edge of your soaked shirt up to dry your lips. As you looked at Dean, his eyes were glazed over darkly, eyes watching not only you, but your large stomach as well. Usually, you'd shyly cower away, but the many alcoholic beverages coursing through your system spurred you on.

“Ya see something you like, Deano?” You asked teasingly. He swallowed, “I wanna try something.” Try something? You would usually question it, by now your own arousal aided your curiosity. “Okay.” You said breathlessly, watching him closely as he approached your body. “Take off your shirt.” You followed his instructions quickly, flinging the useless piece of clothing somewhere in the kitchen. “Alright, now lay on your back.” You listened, your back meeting the chilly metal, your claves hanging off the edge as you waited for what he was going to do next.

He took his own beer, pooring some of the golden brown liquid onto your stomach, some of it pooling in your belly button, a bit spilling off of your sides as you shivered.

“It's so cold, Dean.” You whimpered. Your chest heaved as he leaned over your body, tongue starting at the edge of your bra line before trailing down over you marred skin that was littered with stretch marks and other scars, showcasing your life on a beautiful canvas, just for him.

He eagerly sucked on the skin as he made his way down to your belly button, leaving dark marks on his way as his hands gripped tightly onto your hips. You buried your fingers into his tousled hair, admiring him as he worshipped you.

“This tastes so much better when it's on you.” He murmured; eyes tried on you as he drank the liquid from your belly. The sensation tickled, but the different caused your body to tremble, your back slightly arching into his touch as he pulled off of you.

As he looked up at you, all you could say was,

“Again.”

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bubblespalace · 2 months

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The Accords (Reader Insert Version)

Chapter Four

“(Y/N)!”

Fuck you had to get up.

Nine-year-old you pressed your hand on the floor and tried to push yourself up, but the bloody slash on your stomach caused you to feel weak against your captor. “Watch your friend die and we'll make everything less painful, okay little one?” The man over you crooned.

You foolishly turned your head, capturing the eyes of the girl you had known since you were five, your oldest friend. Victoria was tied down to a hospital bed in the laboratory they had been stuck in, a machine attached to her, sucking out her blood. Her eyes cried out in pain and tears to her as she bled out, her life slowly being pulled out of her while she was still breathing. “(Y/N), please…” She wept, her normally cocky personality gone with the wind.

You looked up at the man keeping you pinned to the ground with pleading eyes. “She doesn't deserve this! Please! Take me instead!” You tasted your own blood in your mouth, a metal-like taste. The tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

The men in the room laughed, a horrible sound to your ears. “Oh, but we are taking the both of you. Your blood sells, Morganstern.”

“Don't call me Morganstern. My name is Wayland.” You grit your teeth, whimpering when you heard Victoria scream out in pain.

He leaned down and told you in a hushed voice. “Keep telling yourself that, Morganstern, you’ll always be related to him..”

Your gaze snapped to Victoria as she wailed out in pain once more before going limp on the bed, her blue eyes wide open and vacant. “Vic!” You screamed, in disbelief she was gone. Victoria didn't move, didn't spit out a witty remark, didn't blink.

It was all your fault.

The man pulled you up by her hair, and you obeyed, knowing the consequences if you didn't. “Now, ready for your treatment, Morganstern?”

The vampires around the room all smirked at you, baring their teeth.

☉

You awoke from your dream of your past in a gorgeous parlor room, you were laid down on the velvet blue couch, and a fire was roaring from the fireplace, warming the colder room. You whimpered, believing you were alone so you could show pain or discomfort, and slowly sat up straight.

“Nfu~ Bitch-chan number two is finally awake.” You softly gasped in surprise and turned your head toward the source of the voice. He was, of course, gorgeous, but now that you knew everyone here was probably a vampire, you knew why. Vampires had to be attractive to get their prey.

He looked a lot like the man at the gas station, same emerald green eyes with only slightly lighter red hair. The eyes he had seemed more playful, however, while the others had seemed more demanding and bossy. You couldn't help but wonder if they were closely related. He was wearing a fedora with a red ribbon tied around it, and he had a small mole on the right side of his mouth that seemed to enhance his natural beauty. His school uniform had two buttons at the top undone, probably to show off his chest a bit, and his tie was loosely knotted. God, you couldn't help but think it sucked that Nephilim were unable to date vampires and other Downworlders. All of them were so attractive, especially these men, but The Accords outlawed it because The Clave wants Shadowhunter babies, not any other race. It was understandable since Shadowhunter's population was low, but it was horrible how you couldn't marry or date who you fell in love with.

This vampire man inched closer to you, a suggestive smirk on his face. “Does the new Bitch-Chan speak? Kanato told me you only understood English.” He had a very cruel tone when taunting that some might have mistaken for flirting.

You scooted back a bit, uncomfortable under his stare. You have always been attracted to eyes, it's one of the first features you noticed, but you felt oddly uncomfortable under the eyes of anyone but Nephilim and loved ones. “I don't only understand English, I speak some other languages, but I have a name, you know.”

The unnamed man chuckled, grinning widely and showing off his fangs. He had cute little dimples on either side of his mouth. “What is it, Bitch-Chan? Whatever it is, I'll keep calling you Bitch-Chan too.” He winked at you teasingly.

You scowled, staring into his eyes with your (E/C) ones. “It's (Y/N), and you'll use my name, bloodsucker.” You attempted to stand, straightening Yourself up before your legs collapsed underneath you. You started to fall to the carpeted floor with a yelp, but this man caught you in his arms.

His grip felt very secure and safe, his arms wrapped around your waistline. You weren't used to being touched much, but you absolutely loved it when you had skin-to-skin contact. “I'm Laito, Bitch-Chan. The most attractive man here.” He smirked, which made you want to fawn over him for a second, but you knew better. No good came from Downworlders, you learned that at an early age.

“Such a liar, it's obvious it's Ore-sama.” You looked up at the owner of the voice, recognizing it.

“I should have guessed you were related.” You spat, pulling yourself out of Laito’s arms and onto the couch. “You both have that ‘egotistic’ quality.”

The man glared at her, his green eyes annoyed. “Oi! Shut up, Melons!”

You glared. "Don't call me melons, Christmas!"

“Be quiet… You're ruining my music…” You glanced at the blonde who was lying down on the other couch, his eyes were closed, probably sleeping. He, of course, was also good-looking, you just wished you could see what his eyes were like.

Kanato teleported into the room using his vampire powers, he was pretty beat up, but he would heal quickly. You had definitely done a number on him. You wondered if he was still pissed. “Look Teddy, the new doll is finally awake.”

You sighed, instinctively feeling your sheath for your Angel Blade while your eyes darted around the room, searching for exits. The white-haired and red-eyed man, who was leaning against a blank wall, scoffed. “ Tch, we aren't dumb, Nephilim. You don't have any more weapons on you. We confiscated them.”

You glared, putting the fury into your stare. “You aren't allowed to keep me here, it's against the Law.” You said, tapping your boot against the marble floor.

Laito smirked, sitting down next to you, although a little too close. “I'm sure The Clave will make an exception for us. Especially since it's illegal for you to be trespassing on Vampire's property in the first place.”

“You're fair game, Melons. Should have looked before you came to us.”

“I was hunting!” You retorted angrily. “I had direct orders from The Clave and there were no restricted places on my mission information, I wasn't informed there were vampires!”

The blonde groaned and pulled out an earphone and opened his eyes, giving you a death stare. Now that you had a better look at him, you saw just how gorgeous his eyes were, a beautiful ocean of calm. As blue as the sky. You were entranced for a moment. “Stop being so noisy. You broke the Law, so these are the consequences.” He closed his eyes again and put the earpods back in.

You felt speechless, like your life was being sold to yet another individual. “The Clave will come after you. I'm a top agent.”

“They have the guts to come after the Sakamaki's?” Ayato teased.

Your jaw went slack, a feeling of dread washed over you, you had known you had recognized their names. Kanato, Ayato, and Laito were the triplets of the Sakamaki family. Which meant the white-haired man and the blonde man were also their brothers. “No, no, no. There's no fucking way…”

Laito smirked, leaning in close to your face. “Surprise, Bitch-Chan.”

You quickly stood up, forcing your legs to be strong enough to hold your weight and backed away. “Holy shit…” You bumped into someone and quickly turned to face him. He was also a vampire, with those looks. Shiny magenta eyes that looked as though they could see through everything and also understand everything. He seemed very knowledgeable. He had such dark hair that you couldn't tell whether it was black or very dark blue.

“How unladylike, don't you know you should be aware of your movements? You aren't a very graceful woman, are you?” He said, there was something about his voice that gave him a commanding demeanor. You could tell he was intelligent and strict, and knowing this you knew you should apologize politely, but all you could do was freeze in terror. You had faced and killed many vampires before, but these were the sons of The Vampire King. Karlheinz was the only leader of Downworlders who had trouble agreeing with The Law, werewolves, faeries, and warlock were easily swayed to The Clave's side. The Clave knows not to piss off Karlheinz. He could, without a doubt, go up against Shadowhunter kind and win within a week. “It's customary to answer when someone talks to you, honestly.”

You broke yourself out of your shocked state, stammering out a response.“Fuck, I'm sor-”

“You curse too? Dear lord, I'm going to have to train so much out of you. The only good quality I see so far is in your bloodline.” The magenta-eyed man spat, disgusted.

Laito chuckled, his fangs peeking through his lips. “Her blood does smell delightful. May I have a bite, Bitch-Chan?” In a flash, the fedora-wearing man’s face was buried in the crook of your neck, you yelped and flinched back, attempting to push away Laito, but someone else did before you could.

“She's my doll! I saw her first, I get the first taste!” Kanato yelled at his younger brother, fury in his eyes. Laito chuckled, amused and not scared by his brother’s outburst. He stayed down where Kanato had pushed him, resting both of his arms under his head. “(Y/N), dolly, stay still,” Kanato spoke softly, it almost calmed you, his voice was just so hypnotizing. However, you knew what would happen if a vampire got a hold of your blood. As he leaned down, his teeth bared, to pierce your collarbone, you did something you would probably regret, you slapped him across the face. The room went completely silent, nobody said a single word, it was so very eerie. You didn't dare move a muscle, frozen from fear. Kanato slowly turned his head toward you again, a scowl on his face. “You really have to be put in your place, doll.” To your horror, Kanato wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing lightly at first, seeming to test you.

Your hand jumped to his wrist, in an attempt to get him to let go. “Kanato-” The vampire squeezed slightly tighter, probably restraining himself. “P-please…”

He glared down at you. “You have lost the right to beg for my mercy, Shadowhunter. Endure your punishment.” The purple-haired man tightened his grip even more, it took everything for you to not cry out in pain, your training never taught you what to do during a fight with one of the strongest pure-blood vampires to date.

Finally, You blacked out from oxygen deprivation, you did however spare your dignity as you didn't once scream. Kanato let go of your thin figure, blinking. “She's more fiery than the brides,” Ayato grumbled.

“Tch, she won't last a day here.” The white-haired man spoke from the other side of the room, his red eyes gleaming with curiosity and annoyance.

The youngest triplet chuckled. “Fufu~ She might surprise us. You never know.”

#diabolik lovers #reiji sakamaki x reader #shu sakamaki x reader #ayato sakamaki x reader #kanato sakamaki x reader #subaru sakamaki x reader #laito sakamaki x reader #diabolik fanfic #fanfiction

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alexanderlightweight · 11 months

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I love reading all your stuff! Writing Wednesdays cheer me up because I know there will be great things coming. As for an idea, I was hoping for a different first meeting for Malec where Alec is defending some warlock children (or other Downworlders) from demons/Circle members/others and Magnus comes in to see this hot guy defending his people despite the history between their worlds.

okay so i love this prompt so much. especially because canonically, alec is super soft for kids. i hope you enjoy! thank you for the prompt and all you image comments i adore them

<3 lumine

Alec stares at the large brown eyes of the little girl he’s chosen to protect, and he lets out a subvocal sigh before kneeling beside her.

“I will protect you, until I fall.” Alec tells her quietly and he holds out his hand and lets it rest in the air for several moments before she takes it.

“I don’t want you to die.” She whispers, voice hoarse and barely audible and Alec gives a tired, worn smile to the tiny child who he decided to protect.

“It’s okay.” He assures her tiredly and he almost pats her hair before he remembers the grime coating his hand. He starts to lower it and she darts closer, mulishly snuggling under his lowered arm and Alec smiles tiredly. “I’ll protect you.” He promises, exhausted and fading despite his best efforts and it feels like a lie, but he won’t let it be one.

When the door turns, when more bodies with runes come in, Alec tears from the corner he’s been left to rot in. It takes mere moments to tear his teeth through the vulnerable flesh and trachea of the newly made shadowhunters. The cup alone cannot give you abilities and Alec is a nephilim born and bred, not made.

He cuts through his opponents like a knife through soft butter and when he’s done — bloody and his sides heaving — he returns to the corner he rested in and slowly unpacks the barricade he made.

“Madzie—” he whispers quietly, and then tiny, thin arms are wrapping around his waist and Alec lifts her up, holding her tightly as he tries to find a way out.

The downworld doesn’t even know Valentine is alive and Alec doubts that the clave has informed anyone of his own disappearance. Not when Alec was on a mission for them that he now believes was unsanctioned.

So, Alec holds Madzie tight and when he makes it out of the prison and finds himself on the deck of a ship he grits his teeth, because the choice is clear.

“You remember telling me you can breathe underwater.” Alec murmurs quietly and against his neck, Madzie nods. “Don’t be scared sweetheart, we’re just avoiding danger.” He tells her and then he leaps.

Alec can hold his breath for several minutes and Madzie will befine.

That’s what gives him the strength to swim with her for almost a mile before he surfaces. The shore is nearby, and Alec manages to get close enough and throw Madzie onto the bank before hauling himself up.

"It's okay," Alec tells her hoarsely, choking up water that he couldn't help but swallow while fighting to get her to shore. "This is all Valentine's fault." He promises her, because he can recognize shame and self-hatred when he sees it. "You didn't do anything wrong."

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Magnus stares at the child warlock he was asked to save and the way her magic sparks bright and ferocious. Her gills are fluttering and already the oxygen is hard to breathe, and Magnus can see the shadowhunter seizing on the forest floor.

“I won’t hurt him.” He promises and behind him, Cat sucks in a startled breathe, “he saved you, didn’t he?”

“Alec isn’t bad.” The little girl tells him solemnly and her gills flutter before the vacuum cuts off. “They tried to hurt me. He got them to hurt him instead and saved me. You can’t hurt him too.”

“I won’t—” Magnus promises and then he steps closer, and she gives him a wary, concerned look but lets him near. The shadowhunter is gorgeous and young and when his eyes flicker open, he lunges to protect Madzie. His body forming a shield, like he expects to fall and readily welcomes it rather than let her be hurt.

It’s so incredibly attractive that Magnus’ heart flutters and he uses his magic to push Alexander to the ground and forcibly heal him.

“You and the child are safe—” Magnus promises him gently and while Cat normally disparages his bedside manner, Magnus feels like a god who cannot be denied. “You’ve done well, shadowhunter.”

The benediction and praise seem to be all the other needs to fade into a restful sleep and Magnus immediately begins to make plans.

Alexander is a treasure he will not easily let pass him by.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #shadowhunters #my fics #my ficlets #my fanfics #shadowhunters au

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cinemastyles-backup · 6 months

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Summary: y/n and Harry use the camera that was used during the recording session for other things.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, taking pictures during sex, creampie, rough actions, hair pulling, biting scratching, general filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

"Just like that." Harry says with the sound of the camera capturing the moment following, "You're so hot." He takes a few more pictures of me as I roll around on the bed.

"Come on, Harry." I wine as I roll over onto my stomach, "I want you over here."

He bites his lips and kneels on the bed, "Come here then." He smirks and watches as I crawl over to him, "Do your thing." He places his fingers under my chin, his thumb rubbing my lips as he snaps a few pictures, "Fuck."

I love the fact that Harry worships me.

I start undoing his jeans and he keeps taking pictures, "I'm going to run out of storage." I joke as I look up at him. I stick my tongue out at him and he snaps a quick picture, "That's a cute one."

"I'll show you cute." I mumble as I pull his cock free, immediate taking it into my mouth. His head falls back and he moans, "Fucking hell."

I wrap a hand around him, stroking as I suck the head of his cock. I hear the camera snapping pictures every once in a while and I look up at him, pressing my tongue to my teeth as I smile for him.

"God, you are fucking kinky." He holds the camera up, snapping a picture and looking at it. He quickly moves the camera as I start to suck him off again, bobbing my head quickly, gawking sounds fill the room.

He moans loudly, "Yeah, baby. Just. Like. That. Oh fuck." He groans and pulls his hips back, "Mhm, I'm going to cum if you do that and I don't want to do that."

"Then what do you want to do?"

He leans down, pressing his lips to mine before leaning back, "I want to cum inside of that pretty little pussy and take pictures of it dripping out."

He gives me a wink before standing back up. I stay frozen for a second processing what I just heard Harry say before leaning back on my claves, "Okay."

He hands me the camera, "But first.." he crawls over to me, laying me back gently, "You're turn to take pictures." He bites his lip and continues to stare at me as he slides his body down mine, pushing my legs apart.

I get the camera positioned and snap pictures of him kissing my thighs, biting my lip as I watch him through the screen.

He leans in, taking my clit between his lips and sucking. My back arches up and I moan, "Fuck." I throw a leg over his shoulder and shakily pull the camera back up, snapping pictures of him attacking my pussy like an animal, "h-Harry." I gasp and my eyes roll back as he slides his tongue inside of me.

His tongue works it's magic as I try to hit the record button, moaning loudly as I try to keep the camera steady on Harry.

He pins my hips down, groaning against me as he moves back to my clit. He brings a hand down and pushes two fingers inside of me. I whine and arch my back as he curls them.

"Fuck Harry!" I keep the camera on him and let out a loud moan as my body is consumed with full out pleasure.

He helps me through my high and leans back, slowly pulling his fingers out. He reaches up and grabs the camera, turning it towards me as he lays his wet fingers on my lips. I open and take them in, ducking off my juices as we both moan.

"You're so hot baby."

He pulls his fingers out and sets the camera down, "doggy."

I pout slightly, "I wanted to ride you."

He tilts his head, "sold." He lays down with a laugh and bites his lip as he watches me straddle him. He leans over and grabs the camera, "hold on."

He fiddles with it before giving me a nod, "Okay baby."

I reach down behind me and grab his cock, holding it as I slowly slide my pussy up and down.

"Don't tease me baby. Sit on it." Harry groans.

I slowly sink down onto his cock with a moan, "Fuck."

He lays his head back, eyes shut with his lips part panting as he tries to hold the camera steady, "Shit." He tilts his head up, switching the camera back to picture mode and snapping pictures in between moaning out my name.

"Fuck, baby." He thrusts his hips up to meet mine.

I lean back, holding onto his shins for support and move my hips slowly up and down, titling my head back.

"This is such a beautiful position." Harry pants out, "Fuck."

I bring my one hand up, slowly circling my clit as I keep my hips moving, slowly sliding his cock in and out, "Harry, fuck you feel so good."

He sets the camera down and grips your hips, "fuck, okay we need to switch, I want you on your knees bent over for this."

I get off of him and get on my knees, slowly bending down and arching my back as I push my ass in the air, "Like this?"

He groans, "Just like that baby."

He spits and I can feel it run down over my asshole and he drags it down, rubbing his thumb over my soaked cunt, "Fuck. If these pictures ever get out, I'm killing anyone who looks at them."

You giggle slightly and moan as he pushes his thumb inside.

"You're so hot, too hot for me. Fuck."

"But I love you." You bite your lip and push your ass back.

"Fuck, and I love you."

He chuckles and you look over your shoulder at him, "What are you laughing at?"

He shakes his head, "I was recording since I said about killing anyone who looked at these, I got you saying I love you on video."

You smirk, "Of course you did."

He smacks my ass gently and squeezes my cheek, jiggling it slightly, "Shit. I need to cum deep in that pretty little pussy."

"Please." I whine, desperate for the feeling of him filling me up, "Please do."

He stands up, pressing his cock to my entrance before slowly pushing in, moans escaping both of our lips.

"Fuck." He groans, "M'not going to last much longer, baby."

I nod and push my hips back to his, moaning with each time he pushes deep into me.

His thrusts speed up and I clench around him, arching my ass up more as I cum around his cock, "H-Harry."

"Fuck yeah, cum on this cock, baby."

I whimper and moan as I feel his thrusts slow down.

"Shit." He breathes out as he pumps his cum into me, "Fuck."

He lets out a sigh, "Now when I pull out, just push it out, okay?"

"Mm, okay." I wait for him to pull out and I clench my walls, pushing out his cum.

He moans and I can hear the camera clicking, "Fuck. You're so hot with my cum dripping out of you."

I bite my lip and smile slightly.

"Okay let me get you cleaned up and then we can go through these if you want."

"Um, yes please."

He walks back with a towel and wipes me off. I roll over onto my back and watch as he lays next to me, holding the camera up for both of us to see, "Oh yeah. I hope you're ready for another round."

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belle-keys · 4 months

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I'm really missing Cordelia right now and I know how much you adore her too. Do you have any interesting headcanons for her? How about songs that remind you of her? Anyway here's a pic of my Funko she's keeping me company while I work

Cordelia! That's my whole damn cousin! Here are my headcanons:

She lowkey loves to bullshit white Englishmen about her ethnicity. Sometimes they come up to her asking “What’s Arabia like?” or “ Which part of India are you from” or some nonsense lumping all brown people together because they’re ignorant like that. Instead of lecturing them about Persia, she starts playing along and saying things like “Oh yes, I’m actually the lost queen of Rajastan, third in line for the throne”. James wants to punch the men but Cordelia plays along and she and Alastair laugh about it later.

Her chai game is simply not as strong as Alastair’s because cmon, Alastair is the British-Persian king of chai! But they still have chai-making battles which they force Sona to judge.

She likes experimenting with various types of dance as a hobby. From traditional Persian dances to ballet to classical Indian dance. She finds it’s a great way to destress when her Clave duties become taxing. Plus, James thinks it’s super hot.

Her dream vacation destination (after Constantinople) is Petra.

Absolutely no one can beat Cordelia at chess but she absolutely sucks at card games (because girls weren’t really taught to play card games back in the day). However, Lucie happens to be good at card games because the Thieves taught her, and Anna is good at them too because Anna is Anna. Hence, Cordelia’s greatest secret goal is to get as good as them to beat James and Matthew one day and relish in their frowns.

She is deadly scared of bees and she will not hesitate to whip out Cortana and attempt to slay them… often to no avail. “What a great warrior,” mutters Alastair whenever this happens.

Some songs that remind me of her:

La Chute est lente by Alma (she’s a lovergirl)

Cupid by Victoria Monét (she’s a lovergirl)

The Great Mermaid by LE SSERAFIM (she will take absolutely no shit)

War of Hearts by Ruelle (she will beat your ass)

Anywhere But Here by PVRIS (jordelia)

Akasaka Sad by Rina Sawayama (breaking generational trauma)

#cordelia carstairs #jordelia #the last hours #tlh #tsc #chain of thorns #chot #chain of gold #the shadowhunter chronicles #herondaisy #cordelia headcanons

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azulashengrottospiano · 9 months

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AUBBIE! Can I, can I get claves and mc dancing in the rain pretty please?

SUMMARY: you dance with clavis in the rain.

WARNINGS: None!! :D

COMMENTS: OF COURSE YOU CAN CECE!! i know clavis kissers are out there i hope i did your man justice <3

I FINISHED THIS IN LIKE TEN MINUTES I WAS SO INSPIRED...THANK YOU CECE <3

The pond bubbles as your feet sweep across the cobblestone, carefully stepping around Clavis’s feet so you don’t trample on him. He seems amused by your caution, keeping his hand steady on your hip as the other spins you around. You part your lips as you suck in a breath, the scent of fresh air and water and flowers soothing your anxiety. The paths are slippery under your feet from the rain, but you know he won’t drop you.

Well, just so long as this dance is entertaining enough for him.

You crack a smile but hide it in his chest, focusing on your movements. Just take it slow, you remind yourself. It’s just practice. It’s just for his entertainment.

You don’t have to speak.

He gathers you into his embrace as you come back to your original position, pressing you closer. There’s a smug look on his face, but it fades into softness, a gradient of emotion he only ever seems to show with you.

“Are you alright?” he teases, voice low and soft. It’s easy to forget that this is the same man that destroys the kitchen on a regular basis to make heinous soup for you, the same man that digs pitfalls for his brothers to fall into (although Yves seems to fall into almost all of them), the same man that left that banana peel in the hall that you spilled on one time.

“I’m better than alright.” you say honestly, and he looks surprised by the admission.

His hands burn through your clothes and you can feel him preparing to spin you again. The rain pitter-patters along the leaves and stones, splashing against the dirt, and there couldn’t be a more perfect ambiance.

“I’m glad.” he beams, and you twirl once again.

Except this time, when he brings you back to him, his lips find yours as his hands find your waist. You’re unsurprised, even though you feel like you should be shocked, and you lean into him as he continues to lead you through the garden in your slow dance.

“Clavis.” you whisper against his lips, a smile on your face and laughter bubbling up in your throat.

“Yes, my dear?” he croons, eyes half-lidded as he gazes into yours.

“You led us right into the pond.” you bite your lip and try to hold back your laughter, but it bursts free when Clavis looks down at his wet boots, ankle-deep in water, and cackles.

#auburn's fics <3 #auburn talks ikepri <3 #ikepri clavis #clavis lelouch #clavis lelouch x reader #ikepri x reader #ikepri fluff #ikemen prince clavis #clavis x reader #clavis fluff #ikemen prince

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alastairstom · 1 year

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I don't have a lot to say on this, but I just want to acknowledge this since no one else has yet: Alastair was also outed to the Clave in Idris. It wasn't just Charles. And even if he didn't care that much about being out, it really sucks that he had that choice ripped away from him, too.

#not to mention that bridgestocks proof was probably his personal correspondance #i hate it for him #like he's alright and it's fine #but i want to just kind of note it #alastair carstairs #chot #chain of thorns #charles fairchild

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demongemz · 7 months

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@walstarterblog - For GROUP 5

Magnus should’ve expected something like this after all any time people got together back home something had to ruin it be it either demon or rogue Downworlder or clave idiot. He’d been thoroughly prepared for something to happen that night not even hesitating to use his magic to attempt to save others from whatever seemed to lurk in the dark. He hadn’t been paying attention when something seemed to be sucking the very sadness and pain from his body, as he struggled to turn around he was faced with something dark and coded with fear overtaking his body something he’d never experienced like this before. “Fu-fuck, Light…use the light” He begged someone he saw out of the corner of his eye he’d light something of a fire spring from his hands hoping the other would get the message and help.

#Magnus || Threads #wal:plotdrop2

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khaleesiofalicante · 9 months

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arthur x kincaid snippet plz? 🥺

"This feels soft," Kincaid hummed, tracing his fingers over the heart-shaped patterns on Arthur's pink sweater vest.

"It's Mui Mui," Arthur replied.

"Pardon?"

"It's a brand," Arthur giggled. "It's a part of Prada. But they focus exclusively on women's clothes."

"Oh," Kincaid said and looked up from Arthur's lap. "Do you like women's clothes?"

"I like anything that'll look pretty on me," Arthur shrugged and then bit his lip. "Do you think this looks pretty on me, Kincaid?"

Kincaid smiled and kissed the boy's fingers, which were painted a soft pink too. "You look exquisite."

Arthur giggled again. "I do think it's unfair girls get to wear pretty clothes. Have you seen Theia's dresses? She looks like a princess all the time."

"Would you like to wear a dress?" Kincaid asked in a whisper.

"Hm-hm," Arthur nodded. "But I also like skirts a lot. I love the short ones! I look amazing in them, you know. Especially when I pair them with my boots."

Kincaid chewed on his lip. "Do you wear them a lot? In New York?"

"Not really," Arthur sighed. "I can wear them when I go out with my family. But daddy doesn't let me wear them when I go out on my own."

"Oh?"

"He says it's not safe," Arthur said quietly. "I get it. But, like, it sucks."

"You could wear whatever you want if you move to Idris," Kincaid swallowed. "Have you thought about that, Arthur?"

"Kincaid."

"Have you considered petitioning the Clave to reconsider?" Kincaid urged - not for the first time. "It's not fair that you are exiled. You don't have even demon blood."

"It doesn't matter," Arthur shook his head. "I don't want to be anywhere Lance isn't allowed to be."

#my babies :(#arcaid #lbaf

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cinemastyles-blog · 1 year

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Summary: y/n and Harry use the camera that was used during the recording session for other things.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, use of camera, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, hair pulling, this is going to be FILTHY

part one -> Live in Studio

Master

∘₊✧── 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 ──✧₊∘

“Just like that.” Harry says with the sound of the camera capturing the moment following, “You’re so hot.” He takes a few more pictures of me as I roll around on the bed.

“Come on, Harry.” I wine as I roll over onto my stomach, “I want you over here.”

He bites his lips and kneels on the bed, “Come here then.” He smirks and watches as I crawl over to him, “Do your thing.” He places his fingers under my chin, his thumb rubbing my lips as he snaps a few pictures, “Fuck.”

I love the fact that Harry worships me.

I start undoing his jeans and he keeps taking pictures, “I’m going to run out of storage.” I joke as I look up at him. I stick my tongue out at him and he snaps a quick picture, “That’s a cute one.”

“I’ll show you cute.” I mumble as I pull his cock free, immediate taking it into my mouth. His head falls back and he moans, “Fucking hell.”

I wrap a hand around him, stroking as I suck the head of his cock. I hear the camera snapping pictures every once in a while and I look up at him, pressing my tongue to my teeth as I smile for him.

“God, you are fucking kinky.” He holds the camera up, snapping a picture and looking at it. He quickly moves the camera as I start to suck him off again, bobbing my head quickly, gawking sounds fill the room.

He moans loudly, “Yeah, baby. Just. Like. That. Oh fuck.” He groans and pulls his hips back, “Mhm, I’m going to cum if you do that and I don’t want to do that.”

“Then what do you want to do?”

He leans down, pressing his lips to mine before leaning back, “I want to cum inside of that pretty little pussy and take pictures of it dripping out.”

He gives me a wink before standing back up. I stay frozen for a second processing what I just heard Harry say before leaning back on my claves, “Okay.”

He hands me the camera, “But first..” he crawls over to me, laying me back gently, “You’re turn to take pictures.” He bites his lip and continues to stare at me as he slides his body down mine, pushing my legs apart.

I get the camera positioned and snap pictures of him kissing my thighs, biting my lip as I watch him through the screen.

He leans in, taking my clit between his lips and sucking. My back arches up and I moan, “Fuck.” I throw a leg over his shoulder and shakily pull the camera back up, snapping pictures of him attacking my pussy like an animal, “h-Harry.” I gasp and my eyes roll back as he slides his tongue inside of me.

His tongue works it’s magic as I try to hit the record button, moaning loudly as I try to keep the camera steady on Harry.

He pins my hips down, groaning against me as he moves back to my clit. He brings a hand down and pushes two fingers inside of me. I whine and arch my back as he curls them.

“Fuck Harry!” I keep the camera on him and let out a loud moan as my body is consumed with full out pleasure.

“You’re so hot baby.”

He pulls his fingers out and sets the camera down, “doggy.”

I pout slightly, “I wanted to ride you.”

He tilts his head, “sold.” He lays down with a laugh and bites his lip as he watches me straddle him. He leans over and grabs the camera, “hold on.”

He fiddles with it before giving me a nod, “Okay baby.”

I reach down behind me and grab his cock, holding it as I slowly slide my pussy up and down.

“Don’t tease me baby. Sit on it.” Harry groans.

I slowly sink down onto his cock with a moan, “Fuck.”

He lays his head back, eyes shut with his lips part panting as he tries to hold the camera steady, “Shit.” He tilts his head up, switching the camera back to picture mode and snapping pictures in between moaning out my name.

“Fuck, baby.” He thrusts his hips up to meet mine.

I lean back, holding onto his shins for support and move my hips slowly up and down, titling my head back.

“This is such a beautiful position.” Harry pants out, “Fuck.”

I bring my one hand up, slowly circling my clit as I keep my hips moving, slowly sliding his cock in and out, “Harry, fuck you feel so good.”

He sets the camera down and grips your hips, “fuck, okay we need to switch, I want you on your knees bent over for this.”

I get off of him and get on my knees, slowly bending down and arching my back as I push my ass in the air, “Like this?”

He groans, “Just like that baby.”

He spits and I can feel it run down over my asshole and he drags it down, rubbing his thumb over my soaked cunt, “Fuck. If these pictures ever get out, I’m killing anyone who looks at them.”

You giggle slightly and moan as he pushes his thumb inside.

“You’re so hot, too hot for me. Fuck.”

“But I love you.” You bite your lip and push your ass back.

“Fuck, and I love you.”

He chuckles and you look over your shoulder at him, “What are you laughing at?”

He shakes his head, “I was recording since I said about killing anyone who looked at these, I got you saying I love you on video.”

You smirk, “Of course you did.”

He smacks my ass gently and squeezes my cheek, jiggling it slightly, “Shit. I need to cum deep in that pretty little pussy.”

“Please.” I whine, desperate for the feeling of him filling me up, “Please do.”

He stands up, pressing his cock to my entrance before slowly pushing in, moans escaping both of our lips.

“Fuck.” He groans, “M’not going to last much longer, baby.”

I nod and push my hips back to his, moaning with each time he pushes deep into me.

His thrusts speed up and I clench around him, arching my ass up more as I cum around his cock, “H-Harry.”

“Fuck yeah, cum on this cock, baby.”

I whimper and moan as I feel his thrusts slow down.

“Shit.” He breathes out as he pumps his cum into me, “Fuck.”

He lets out a sigh, “Now when I pull out, just push it out, okay?”

“Mm, okay.” I wait for him to pull out and I clench my walls, pushing out his cum.

He moans and I can hear the camera clicking, “Fuck. You’re so hot with my cum dripping out of you.”

I bite my lip and smile slightly.

“Okay let me get you cleaned up and then we can go through these if you want.”

“Um, yes please.”

He walks back with a towel and wipes me off. I roll over onto my back and watch as he lays next to me, holding the camera up for both of us to see, “Oh yeah. I hope you’re ready for another round.”

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Let me know how you like this! Since I don’t have any Harry requests right now, I’m trying to get out some additional parts to some one shots!

But if you do have requests, please send them my way! I will do them asap!

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