#Yes he is wearing different pants than normal I'll give you that for free

[bi-disastersoup]

Shifters - Part 5

The finale of the Shifters series, in which some of the Scions get roped into the potion experiments...

For reference, R'alma and Thancred historically do not get along very well at all. R'alma is holding on to a nasty grudge.

Also, maybe pay attention to the dialogue tags in this one.... 😏

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

And that is the end of the Shifters series! There are several more VNs to come that springboard off of this bit of lore established here, tho, so I hope you are looking forward to it.

Also the final pose for this set was really good but didn't fit in the frame, so I was unfortunately unable to include it in the VN proper, but please enjoy these alternate angles...

[queen--kenobi]

Kinktober Day #3: Orgasm Control

Pre-war!Cooper Howard x OFC (Marilyn Aikens)

Kinktober 2024 masterlist

Warnings: NSFT (orgasm denial and control, D/s dynamics, PiV, cowgirl, sub!Cooper)

When he agreed to let Marilyn take control, he hadn't expected this. 

Cooper throws his head back, breath coming in shallow pants. He whines, high pitch and wanting, when Marilyn drags her tongue along the column of his neck. She keeps the motion of her hand steady, pumping him almost leisurely. His thighs quake.

He's close, he's so close he cou-

A whine tears from his throat when Marilyn stops her movements.

“Oh, that was close.” Her condescending coo makes his eyes roll back into his head.

“ ‘s enough.” He tries to tell her, but the words come out a jumbled mess. Marilyn grins into his neck. 

“I don't think it is.” She nips at his ear. “You still seem a little too tense, darlin’.”

Cooper gets it, why that pet name drives women wild, when he hears it fall from her lips. Her accent is more low country than his, but it sends a tingle throughout his body all the same. He tries to lift his head up. It turns out to be a mistake; he can see her hand with her wicked red fingernails wrapped around his dick. He throbs. Marilyn giggles.

“Sweetheart, you...” She tightens her hold, hand moving just a bit faster. Cooper's head hits the bed again with a thump.

“Just relax.” She coos. “I know what you need. You've been doing good, being strong for everyone, trying to take care of everyone. Let me take care of you, yeah? Let me take care of my big strong cowboy.”

His eyes nearly roll back into his head. Marilyn shifts, pushing herself up on her free forearm. She looks down at him with a fond expression. His heart beats faster. The pure affection in her blue eyes is something he hasn't seen in a long time. 

“Once more, okay? Just hold for me once more, and then I'll reward you for being good for me.”

Cooper inhales. His brain wants to tell her he can't take it anymore, but the way he leaks more pre-cum at the thought says differently. Marilyn hums.

“Once more, and then I'll let you come inside me. Don't you want that? Feeling me squeeze around that big cock of yours?”

“Yes.” He manages to gasp out. Waves of pleasure crawl up the base of his spine. He's nothing but a raw nerve in her hands. Cooper's hands grasp at the sheets, needing a grounding point. Marilyn notices. Of course she does. He hears the sheets rustle.

He jolts like electricity has been sent through his entire being. Marilyn takes one of his hands and intertwines her fingers with his. When she brings their joined hands up and kisses the back of his hand, Cooper swears he's never felt anything more tender.

“ ‘m gonna-” He cuts himself off with a whine when she stops. Marilyn doesn't let go of his cock, instead electing to move her hand down and grasp him so he can't cum. He shakes hard, his entire body a live wire.

“Fuck.”

“Ohohoho, that was a little too close, wasn't it?”

Cooper can't even be bothered to think of a retort or anything. All he wants, all he needs, in that moment is to come. He tries to convey it with just his eyes. Marilyn presses a kiss to his forehead.

“I've got you.” She murmurs. 

Marilyn lets go of him. He watches as she finally throws her dress off to the side. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and he outright moans at the sight. His sight naturally gravitates to her upper left thigh, a tattoo of a cowboy on it. She told him once she only developed a thing for cowboys after seeing his movies, and the tattoo on her thigh only serves to remind him of that. 

She throws her right leg over him. He hisses when she takes him in hand. As Marilyn guides him between her folds, they both look and watch. This time, Marilyn whimpers. She sinks slowly down onto him, eyes rolling back a little as she does so. Normally, Cooper would wait, give her a minute to adjust, but he's so wound up he can't help the short thrust upward. 

Marilyn outright moans. She looks down at him, the ornate ceiling light behind her giving her an almost ethereal quality. He expects her to scold him but instead, she smiles. She reaches one hand down and places it on his face.

“You've been so good for me.” She murmurs. The praise shoots through him like liquid fire. “I just have one more thing to ask of you.”

She could ask him to fetch her the damn moon, and he would. Cooper nods.

“I want you to wait until I'm ready, okay? I wanna do it together.”

If he didn't already feel perilously close to the edge, he does now. He has to focus on his breath to try and calm himself. Marilyn plants her feet and begins to slowly move. Cooper's hands fist into the sheets. She notices, of course she does. Marilyn reaches down and grabs one of his hands and guides it to her hips. Now he's given permission, his other hand finds the other side of her hips.

It's not long before she picks up speed. He matches her, moving with her. He plants his own feet onto the bed to give him more power. The smell of sex permeates the air. A drop of sweat rolls down her neck and between her breasts, and Cooper sits up to chase it with his tongue. Marilyn moans.

He can feel her shake in his hold. Watching him must have done more for her than she wants to admit. Cooper falls back, and Marilyn follows him, digging her nails into his skin. 

“Okay.” She gasps for air. “Okay, now. Come for me.”

The simple commands triggers his orgasm almost instantly. He bows with the force of it, vaguely aware of Marilyn moving more. She clenches hard around him, and he swears he sees stars.

Maybe he actually did. 

Cooper feels a cold wash cloth on his face. He opens one eye. The room is dark now, save for a single light casting a soft glow.

“Hey there, cowboy.” Marilyn's drawl draws his attention over to her. She hands him a glass, which he wordlessly accepts. She runs one hand along his bicep as he does so. “That must have been intense, you blacked out for a bit.”

Cooper blinks. Despite himself, he feels an almost nervous blush creep onto his face. 

“I did?” 

Marilyn nods. A smug grin creeps onto her face.

“You did.” She presses a kiss onto his cheek. “If you don't believe me, we should do it again. For proof.”

Cooper lets out a low laugh. 

“Darlin’, I'm already sold.”

[p-artsypants]

Blurb #14

I'm going to try to share 70 blurbs from my WIPs and unfinished fics to celebrate reaching 70 posted fics! To help with this endeavor, please feel free to send me a word or a fandom you know I write for, and I'll share the blurb. IDK if I'll get 70 prompts, but let's try it! Send as many as you want!

Some time later, he awoke again. This time, he was in a different room and on a bed.

The softest bed he had ever laid on, with a warm, soft, not-itchy blanket.

His stomach screamed for food and his throat felt dry. He sat up, his head throbbing, but he was no longer restrained.

The room was small, and had no windows, but it had smooth walls colored a warm tan. A light fixture was on the wall, bathing the room in a soft light, able to sleep in. There was several black boxes in the corner, one of which had glass on the front. Was it a looking glass? A headache started to form as he studied the items, and he decided he’d know later.

Next to the very soft bed was a table with a pitcher of water and a cup. He helped himself.

As for his dressing, he wasn’t naked anymore, but he wasn’t wearing any clothes he recognized. It was a long tunic, with no pants, no undergarments either. And the back was open as well. Was this normal clothing in the future? He couldn’t seem to recall what the others were wearing.

The door opened softly, and the doctor John came in. Though, he didn’t recognize him at first in this lighting.

“Hiccup,” said John.

“Uh,” started Hiccup, “hello?”

John smiled calmly at him and pulled up a chair, then he gestured at his head.

“What?”

John wiggled his fingers, asking him to move closer. He had something in his hand.

Hesitantly, Hiccup leaned towards him, as the doctor moved in with a white item. He wrapped it around the shell of his ear and then stuck it in his ear hole.

It felt odd and Hiccup touched it and moved it around until it felt at least a little more comfortable.

“There, is that better?”

Hiccup startled, suddenly aware that he could understand this man.

“I can—I can understand you!”

John continued to smile. “Technology has come a long way from your time. This earpiece translates my native tongue into yours instantly.”

Hiccup’s eyes widened. “That’s amazing!”

“And there’s far more than that. I’m going to start easing you into this change, but I know you’ll be discovering more and more everyday, just as science develops more everyday.”

Hiccup nodded in understanding.

John took out a black rectangle. “This is a phone. Nowadays, almost everyone has one. When phones were first made, they allowed one person to hear another’s voice over a long distance.”

“Like a horn?”

“Sort of, but just for one person. I’ll demonstrate.” John pressed the surface of the phone and it lit up several different colors and pictures. A few taps, and the device made a loud sound and then:

“Hello?”

“Hi Helena, it’s John. Hiccup is awake and I’m showing him what a phone is.”

“Oh! How fun! Is he there?”

Hiccup piped up. “Hello!”

“Well hello dear! Did John give you the earpiece?”

“Yes! And I can understand everything you’re saying!” He spoke almost a little too loudly.

“That’s wonderful! John, I’ll be there in a minute! He looks good, yes?”

“He’s doing much better. Much more alert and stable.”

“Wonderful! See you in a minute!” And the line beeped.

“That’s amazing! How far is she? Is she in the next room?”

“Oh no, Helena is at the other facility, looking after your dragon, in fact.”

At the mere mention, Hiccup sat up straighter, anxiousness setting in. “Toothless! Is he awake? Can I see him?”

“Not yet, but soon,” John assured. “You are still very weak from your thaw, and too much excitement will cause stress on you. The more calm and relax you stay, the sooner you’ll see...did you say his name was Toothless?”

Hiccup shrugged. “It’s a long story.”

John nodded. “Well, you can tell us later. For right now, we don’t want you talking about the circumstances under which you were frozen. We fear it’ll upset you too much.”

Hiccup shifted his gaze. “I...would rather not talk about that right now either.”

“When you’re ready.” He raised the phone up again. “Now, like I said, you can connect with another person anywhere as long as you have their contact number.”

Hiccup had so many questions about just this one thing, but he knew he had much to cover.

[sugar-sweets-fanfic]

Andrea × Preg!Reader

Word count - 1,694

Prompt - A divorced pregnant woman lives next to Ursula and Janet. As the months past it gets harder for her to do much by herself. Andrea starts to help her here and there after he gains his mobility. One afternoon things grow intimate between the two.

Warnings - 18+(NO MINOR READERS PLEASE), fingering, pregnant kink, a bit of a mommy kink, handjob, fluff, and it's not proof read so sorry for any typos!

Readers note - this is my first fanfic so please bare with me 😅

It's been about a month since Andrea has helped you out. At first he would mainly just clean and head home. Then he began to practice or just play his violin for you. The more he visited the closer you got to him. Yes, you were a tad older than him. However, you couldn't let go of these wants for him. Still, you put them aside and continued to only be friendly towards the young man. Until he came over today, it was as though God had a special plan for you two this evening. Something you definitely weren't expecting.

As usual, you heard a knock on the front door. His knocks normally came in a silly little pattern. It always brought a smile to your face. Slowly, you gathered some energy to get up. Holding your big swollen tummy as you made your way to the door. Not even bothering to look through the peephole. You opened the door up and greeted Andrea.

"Good evening, Andrea. Come in, it looks like it will storm soon."

"G-Good evening, y/n."

He shared a warm inviting smile with you. As he made his way inside. Shutting the door for you and locking it. His eyes glide down to your belly. His smile grew as he met your gaze again. "You're getting so big." Andrea chuckled. You roll your eyes playfully. Giving him a gentle slap on the arm. Turning away from him as you waddle to the kitchen. "Gentlemen aren't suppose to comment on a woman's figure." You smile to yourself. As you grab two glasses from the upper cabinets. Pouring you both a glass of water. Your brows crease as it aches to stand for too long.

Andrea rubs his arm and let's out a soft laugh at your critique on his manners. He was about to make a snarky remark. Until he notices the pained look on your face. Quickly, he heads over to your side next to the counter. "You should sit down. Remember.. I'm here to help you. You need to rest." He said with a frown on his face. While you simply shake your head in response. "No.. I got this. The least I can do for you is get you a drink. Andrea, you do so much for me. I haven't done anything for you. Not even once, I feel bad."

Andrea stood there silently for a few moments. About to walk away he gathers an idea. Stepping behind you, his hands are planted on your hips. Causing you to jump lightly. Before you can protest whatever he was about to do. Andrea softly shushes you, while his hands snake around your waist. Your loose dress bunch under your belly. As his hands settle on that section of your body. Soon he lifts your baby bump, relieving all that pressure and weight from you. A deep sigh escapes you as your cheeks lightly heat up.

"There you go.. I hope this can help." Andrea says softly against your ear. His chin nearly resting on your shoulder.

"Oh yes.. Wow, it feels incredible. Thank you, thank you so much Andrea." You moan lightly. Unable to help, but lean against him. Your hands end up on top of his. As you close your eyes for a moment. Suddenly you feel his lip grace the side of your neck. Causing you to tense up and open your eyes. Pulling a bit from him, but not escaping his hold on you. Looking over your shoulder at him. Before you could question him he captures your lips with his. Pressing nice and tender kisses against your lips. Your eyes flutter shut as you couldn't help but kiss back. Geez, it felt crazy how he hand you wrapped around his finger.

"Andrea.. We shouldn't. This would never work." You utter between kisses.

"Mm.. Shh. Don't say such things. I know how you've been looking at me. To be honest, I've been looking at you the same way."

"R-Really?"

"Mhm.. And I know...Mamuśka potrzebuje masażu."

"Heh, w-what did you just say?"

"Mommy needs a massage." He smirked.

Your eyes widen at his translation. Gently, you fully pull away from his grasp. Turning your body to face him. As you step back a bit. "Andrea, I'm too old for you love. Please..you're making this more difficult." You say in a shy manner. As he moves closer to you. Backing you up into the corner of the room. Your back pressed against the angle of the walls. Your eyes stay focused on one another. As silence fill the space between you. "It's only a four year difference. C'mon mami.. Let me be the man you need. Because you're the woman I need.. I want." He leaned in and kissed your forehead.

A deep sigh leaves your lips, "okay.. But just this once."

"Fine, but I promise you'll want more of me." He chuckled.

Andrea reached down, lifting her dress a bit. Caressing your belly carefully as he kept eye contact with you. One of his hands slowly slid down. Feeling the warmth of your nether region. His cheeks grew rosey, biting his bottom lip. "Didn't know you weren't wearing underwear." He smirked. Causing you to shiver from a heated manner. "I couldn't put any on.. It's too hard to do now." You admit. Reaching up, you cup his face and smile. Spreading your legs a bit for him. Making Andrea more excited. He stared down at her tummy. As he focused on pleasuring you. Fingers delved deep through your folds. Massaging your pussy gently. Caressing your folds as his thumb circles your clit.

"G-God.." You whimper softly. As you pull him closer. Locking your lips against his jaw. Kissing down his neck in a rough manner. Deep kissing noises echoed in the room. Which was mixed with the moans of yours and Andrea's. Leading to Andrea pushing his index and middle finger inside you. "Ahhh.. Oh baby." You whimper against the crook of his neck. Your breath tickles his adam's apple. Giving him a semi hard on. Pushing you more against the corner. Pumping his fingers at a steady pace. Jamming them past his second knuckle.

"Baby, you are t-too good to me. Lemme touch you too, sweetheart." You whisper as you reach down. Having a little trouble reaching to get to his pants. Andrea chuckled and moved his hips forwards for her. "There you go, mami.." He uttered out softly. Taking his fingers out and moving his arm to give her better access. You subtly whine at the loss of his fingers. However, you couldn't help but chuckle at the reason for it. Getting his fly open you reach in and felt his erection.

"Mmm… we can please each other together.." He mumbled. Pressing his forehead against yours. Already rolling his hips up against your touch.

"Since you've been such a good boy.. I'll allow it." You tease.

Yanking his cock out of his pants, free it. You quickly spit on your palm. Reaching back down to wrap your hand around his shaft. Causing a gruff groan to escape him. You stare deep into his eyes. Starting to pump his shaft nice and swiftly. While he reaches back between your legs. Stuffing his fingers back into your cunt. Making your mouth hang out from pleasure. There you two were. Jerking one another off in such a tight corner. It felt so warm, from how heavy you two began to breathe. The way he throbbed in your grasp made you hunger for his climax. Your grip tightened and stroke grew faster. Earning you a loud cry of pleasure from the young man.

Out of nowhere he pulls his hand away from your core. Which makes you rather sexually frustrated. Before you can comment he pulls your grip away from his hard on. As you raise your eyebrows he lowers onto the floor. "Fuck me.. Please y/n. I want you to make me a proper man." He desperately begged. Staring up at you with those soft hazel eyes. How could you refuse? You had no words, only a hand gesture. Informing him to help you down, which he did.

You hovered over his lap, sitting up on your knees. Andrea had sat up, ready to cradle you in his lap. Wanting to help you be as comfortable as possible. You hold onto his shoulders as he holds the sides of your belly. You lower yourself onto his precuming erection. It slid in nice and easy, due to how wet you both were. Both you erupt into a sharp gasp. Sitting there a moment to adjust. Though, soon enough you began to roll your hips.

"Nnn... Mmh, oh Andrea. I don't need to make you a man.. You're already the man I need." You purr in pure lust. Cupping his face as you hump harder.

Andrea couldn't even speak from how good you made him feel. Whimpering at each hump you gave him. His mouth stayed agape. Your belly rested up against his flat stomach. So he let go of your baby bump. Moving his hands up the back of your dress. Groping your ass firmly, to help you bounce. His hips jerked up a bit to meet your collision. Both of you are speechless, only able to cry out in pleasure. Andrea squeezes your ass harder as he gives you an intense gaze. "I-Im gonna cum.." He said in deep moans

You lean in and whisper in his ear, "Do it inside me.."

Those words pushed him over the edge. Gasping harshly as he shifts his arms. Wrapping them tightly around your torso. Holding you down as his erection spews his warm love inside of you. The erratic orgasm threw you into an orgasm as well. Hugging on to him tightly as you sigh heavily. As you calm down from your climax. You feel his hand pet your back. Followed by gentle kisses on the side of your head. A smile grows on your face as you continue to relax against him.

"I love you.." You finally admit in a hushed manner.

"I love you more."

[my-robot-heart]

My fave ones?

🤔 (on an unrelate side-note: you have no idea for just how long I've wanted to use this emoji 😁)

It's hard to list my favorite ficlets of yours without listing all of them... but I'll try 😅

All three (if I counted them right... 😵‍💫) ficlets with drunk!Red and the one with drunk!Lizzie (seriously, where are his pants? 😆😏) are definitely up there with the one about the glasses (because I wholeheartedly agree: the idea of Red wearing glasses but being a little self-conscious about it and Liz just loving the sight of him in glasses is precious 🥺),

the blanket one (❝Her hand was holding his, and her thumb was tracing light patterns on his palm. That felt nice.❞ and ❝...She said.., "...Do you need anything?" He shook his head gently. Nothing. He already had her.❞ and ❝She looked slightly more disheveled than he was used to, and he liked it.❞ and ❝She looked at the blanket, now laying on the floor, and back at him. Then her face broke into a smile and she leaned in to give him a gentle hug. "I'm glad you're back to normal, Red."❞ and, of course, "... I heard you call me Raymond" 🥲😭 and the general warm and fuzzy feeling this whole ficlet gives me ☺️),

the short but sweet "- I hate you - Why? I'm lovely" one,

the How To Steal A Million style one (❝"Red. Your knee is jabbing my back," Lizzie said through gritted teeth. He shifted slightly, which brought his elbow into her ribcage. "Better?" He asked. "Sure," she replied.❞ and ❝She shifted her body and he made an oomph sound as her knee found his ribcage. "So sorry," she whispered, hiding a smile. "Quite alright," he said, unconvincingly.❞ and ❝"An hour to kill," he mused. "I can think of several satisfying ways to spend it..." She leaned back against a mop in defeat. "Of course you can."❞),

the breaking the door one (❝"On the contrary, Lizzie," he replied, opening the refrigerator and taking out a sandwich. "I got to see you break down the door and I must say I found it quite... diverting. This sandwich is also tasty." He took a large bite, and offered it to her. "This sandwich? Red that's probably evidence!" She tried to ignore his comment about the hotness of her door busting action. "Mm," he replied, munching a second large bite. "I would say the trip was most definitely not wasted. Let's see what's in the cupboard!" Lizzie shook her head. Why she'd brought him along she'd never know. She opened the cupboard with a shrug. Might as well.❞),

the one where Lizzie realizes she is paralleling what Red did for her when he waited outside the courthouse for her when she was released, yes, of course (🥺 🥺 🥺 ❤️ ❤️ ❤️),

the one where pregnant Lizzie admonishes Red for not taking proper care of himself (because the golden Tom-free 3B AU where Red and Liz are as they were in 3A but also "You can't just follow me around all day at work, and drop off whatever my pregnancy cravings are at night, and not sleep, and not eat, and jet around from place to place doing - whatever the hell you do, and think it's not all going to catch up with you." because that's a very Red thing to do and Liz thing to say and "Now, I'm going to order us some food, and you're going to sit here and eat it with me, actually eat it, Red. And then we are going to sit here and watch reality tv until we get tired, and then we are going to sleep- for a long, long time. And we'll ask Dembe to bring breakfast tomorrow, but not too early, because- we both need a break" because just imagining Liz saying this and them then actually doing this makes me melt and ❝"Don't scare me like that again, okay?" He smiled. "I'll do my best, Lizzie."❞),

the "you need to get some rest." one with dramatically sneezing, suddenly ill Red, who's always got a handkerchief handy and a gentle, loving Liz who stays at home with her sick puppy criminal,

the absolute perfection of the "i didn’t mean the things i said." one,

the "i heard you crying" one (❝"You don't have to leave me, Lizzie," he added, placing a gentle kiss on the very corner of her mouth. "You don't ever have to leave."❞),

the “i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.” one (because Raymond "I don't deserve you, Lizzy" Reddington and Elizabeth "You deserve every single bit of happiness and more, you brilliant fool" Keen are my jam)

the one where Red calms Liz down after she has a nightmare/a panic attack (because of Red breaking a door down because he's that desperate to get to his Lizzy in case she's in danger and Liz ❝caring less about the door and more about the fact that he'd not wanted to wait, in case she'd been in imminent danger❞ but also, on a more personal level, because for me as a person who's prone to having panic attacks and often experienced them alone it's nice to read about Red being there for and knowing just how to calm Liz down)

the “I never stood a chance, did I?” one because oblivious Red who's sad because he thinks that his beloved Lizzy would never return his feelings while she's literally standing in front of him and confessing her love for him is one of my favorite Reds... also, "And I swear to you, if you ever mention Ressler to me again while I'm trying to tell you how I feel about you, I will kill you",

the one where they go shopping (blankets 🥰 and exchanging sympathetic glances with another man who's been forced to carry the bags for his overly-enthusiastic lover 😂),

the “You’re not as evil as people think you are.” one because match-making Dembe is also my jam

and "Hey, stay with me" one because literally everything about this story is perfect, from Red having hallucinations about something happening to Liz (because of course it's one of his deepest, darkest fears) to Liz being desperate to soothe him somehow, anyhow to coconut trunks and red swimsuit (and I also struggled to remain calm after "Are you... an angel?"... especially, after I imagined very vividly Red, in his drugged state, saying it so quietly, so brokenly and, perhaps, just a little bit hopefully because he's just seen the love of his life... get hurt, let's put it that way, but then he hears her voice but she obviously can't be there real and alive and well but she's also his angel, in a way... 🥺 🥺 🥺 😭 😭 😭)

and...

I didn't really keep my promise not to list all of the ficlets, sorry 😆 I just love them all for different reasons!

Also, I absolutely did not open the collection in a new tab so I could reread all these ficlets again and copy and paste some quotes I especially loved... I didn't 😏 (but of course I did)

Sorry for the lengthy ask...

Yours,

🍒)

Oh 🍒 anon! Um never a need to apologize for speaking so nicely about a million of my ficlets lol. I feel like you selected the lines I was most pleased with, also, and it reminded me to reread some of them actually because sometimes it's like - I wrote that? It's perfect for me! (Obvi) 🤣

This is such a treasured reply to my question. Thank you so much 💞

[magnuslightwood-bane0414]

Passed down like folksongs, our love lasts so long

Read on a03

Mornings with Malec because Taylor Swift makes me want a love story likes theirs 🥰 this was supposed to be tooth rotting fluff, and most of it is, but you can thank Alec for loving his husband so much he makes it a bit angsty. I had no part of this 😉 let me know what you think!! Prompts are open!

Alec wakes up alone in bed, which is practically a sin. Alec grumbles and reaches over, his hand flattening against Magnus' side of the bed. The sheets are still warm, but his adorable husband is nowhere to be found within them.

Alec slips out of bed, searching the floor for his clothes that were shed by Magnus' magic after a date night last night, but he can't find those either.

So now he's without clothes and his husband.

Alec grabs Magnus' kimono robe that was hanging from a chair, and slips his arms through it, tying a messy knot that rests against his stomach. Then he braves the cold of the open balcony doors to search for Magnus.

He finds him in the kitchen, pressed against the oven, wearing just boxers and a hoodie. He's humming gently and mixing a bowl of something. Upon closer inspection, he's making blueberry pancakes. Alec's favorite breakfast food in the whole wide world, which makes a smile spread across Alec's face as he moves closer.

"Why'd you leave me alone in bed?" Alec whispers, pressing a lazy kiss to Magnus' earlobe and setting his chin against his shoulder, wrapping tight arms around his toned waist.

"Because after all the calories we burned last night, I figured I should get up and make my wonderful husband some blueberry pancakes."

"You have magic for that." Alec grumbles, relaxing against the warmth of Magnus' back.

"I do," Magnus admits, "But aren't you always telling me I should embrace my inner mundane and do things by hand?"

"Not when it involves cuddling your touch-starved husband."

"Oh, I see." Magnus murmurs, turning around to press a chaste kiss to his lips, "Still feeling neglected even after last night?" Alec still finds himself blushing when Magnus brings up their rather adventurous nights, and last night certainly fit in that category.

"I'll always feel neglected from your touch. You're just too damn gorgeous and it's sad that I can't have you all to myself."

Magnus hums happily at that, and runs his free hand up Alec's arm, pausing when he feels the silk sleeves of his robe.

"Is that my robe?" Magnus flips the pancake over and then snakes his hand further up Alec's arm.

"Yeah..." Alec blushes, "You somehow misplaced both my shirt and pants last night so I found this lying on the chair and just decided to put it on."

Magnus hums, "I would never just misplace your clothes on purpose, must've been a grave mistake. However, your body is attractive enough without clothes, so honestly that can't be considered a mistake..."

Alec scoffs and chuckles, saying, "Magnus, how could it have been anyone other than you? You're the one who wanted to rip my Henley off as soon as you saw it last night." Granted, that's how many of their nights end these days, with fiery passion that stills feels like a dream or a scene from a movie. But it's not, it's just Magnus and Alec, which feels so much better than his wildest dream.

"Can't blame me for wanting to enjoy the view. But darling, lavender looks stunning on you. It is officially yours, now."

"We can't share?" Alec pouts. He dips a finger into the batter and then licks his finger, smirking when Magnus gasps.

"I've corrupted you. But back to your original question, love, I suppose we could share. As long as you keep wearing it through breakfast."

"We have a deal." Alec says sweetly, sliding onto the counter beside the stove, gripping onto the string of Magnus' hoodie.

Magnus goes back to concentrating on his pancakes, placing one on the plate and then pouring a cup of batter onto the sizzling pan. Alec is content to just watching him, studying how relaxed he is in Alec’s presence, and how the rising sun holds no candle to Magnus’ own brilliance.

He would never get bored watching Magnus, but his eyes catch the sunlight hitting the exposed skin of Magnus’ golden thighs, and he gets an idea.

"Too many clothes." He mumbles, grabbing the seam of the hoodie and beginning to lift. Magnus laughs and swats his hand away playfully.

"Maybe you just have too few clothes on." Magnus counters, winking and adding a handful of fresh blueberries to the plate of pancakes.

"Now you know that's simply not true. Especially after what you said earlier." Alec leans closer and nuzzles Magnus’ neck, breathing in the scent of sandalwood.

"Shush and stop distracting me, I'm trying to finish breakfast. Here’s your plate, I will join you in one moment.” Magnus hands him a plate and gives him a gentle shove.

Magnus presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth in a silent thank you as he slips off the counter and sits down at the table.

With a lazy wave of Magnus’ hand, a bottle of syrup and a glass of orange juice appears beside Alec’s plate.

Alec waits patiently as Magnus finishes the last of his pancakes, turns the stove off, and joins Alec at the table.

Alec leans over the table and squeezes Magnus’ hand, saying, “Thank you for breakfast. It smells delicious.”

“Well, by all means, don’t wait for me to dig in.” Alec smiles and cuts into one of the fluffy pancakes. He always loves anything Magnus makes, because it’s made with love and mouthwatering flavor.

They sit in comfortable silence, save for the scraping of forks and sounds of delight at just how tasty the pancakes are. Alec finishes one of his pancakes within five bites, and looks up to see Magnus glancing at him with a fond smile on his face.

“I knew you were hungry. If we stayed in bed you would’ve been complaining within ten minutes about how hungry you were.” Alec blushes and glares at Magnus, but doesn’t deny his statement.

Both Magnus and Alec has the entire day off, and Alec is enthusiastically prepared for a lazy day, with movies and cuddles and more junk food. It’s been awhile since they’ve been able to have something as domestic as a day off with just each others company, but it is one of Alec’s favorite things in the entire world.

“I never want anything different than this.” Alec says, causing Magnus to pause and tilt his head in confusion.

“What do you mean, my love?”

“I just...I want this forever. I want lazy mornings like this. I want wild nights like we had last night. I want to love you, and be loved by you, forever. We learn about heaven and the afterlife in the Academy, and it’s supposed to be perfect, but I feel like this is as perfect as it gets. I never want to let this slip out of my grasp.”

“Alexander...” Magnus starts, feeling tears well up in his eyes. He sets his fork down and gets up, the need to be touching his love too strong to resist. Alec normally gets reflective and romantic during simple mornings and late nights, and Magnus knows this, but it doesn’t help prepare his old warlock heart for whatever sappy thing Alec says.

Alec scoots back, opening his arms as Magnus climbs onto his lap and rests his cheek against the top of Alec’s head.

“I want that too, Alexander. I want that more than anything.” Magnus whispers, closing his eyes as warm tears fall down his cheeks.

No matter how much we want it, we can’t have it.

Those are the words that are left unsaid by either of them, but they’re still spoken in the emotional silence.

Alec wraps an arm around Magnus, holding onto him with a grip that’s strong but necessary. “We’re going to have that, Magnus. I promised you that in my vows when I said I am and will always be your loving husband. I promised you that in Edom when I said I’m never leaving you again. And I don’t break promises.” Magnus sniffles and Alec moves away slightly, to take Magnus’ face in the palms of his hands.

“Alexander, even though I wish you could, you can’t promise that.” Magnus shakes his head, his heart screaming at his mind to believe it, but happiness has never had permanence in Magnus’ life.

It is the closest it has ever been now, but with the weight that one day it will end, it still drags him down to only temporary, fleeting bouts of joy.

“I can. You’re going to be able to take me on dates all over the world for as long as you’d like. You’re going to be able to tease me about the things I wear and the dumb things I say until you get tired of it. You’re going to have me for as long as you want.” Alec says resolutely, speaking like the very words spilling from his lips are being written in stone.

“Even forever isn’t long enough with you, darling.”

“But it’s a good start.” Alec says, with wet eyes and a sad smile. Even after a poignant revelation that left them both with red eyes and sadden hearts, Magnus thinks he is still the most gorgeous man that has ever walked the Earth. And he is all Magnus’, which is a revelation in of itself.

“Alexander, I would be the last person to stop you and your passionate heart after chasing something you want.” Magnus smiles back, his hand playing with the hairs at the nape of Alec’s neck. “So, yes, Angel, forever seems like a good start to me.”

“Well, then we’re going to make it happen.” Alec declares. In regards of their differing lifespans, for the first time Magnus feels a sense of peace wash over him with Alec’s words. After all, Alexander Gideon Lightwood-Bane has been known to blow up the very ground he stands on to make something right.

And if Magnus is sure of one thing, it’s that Alec and Magnus are unexplainably and wholeheartedly right together.

[starwriterulia]

I Guess I'll Stay (Daehyun x Y/N)

Characters: Jung Daehyun, Bang Yongguk

Word Count: 3k

Scenario: Y/N and her friend are foreign makeup artists who came to pursue their career in a drama Daehyun and Yongguk star in. Y/N is shy and introverted, but that's why Daehyun likes her.

It took me two days to write this because I had to make a relationship in a short amount of time. One blog types Daehyun as an ISFJ, which seems very fitting! If you haven't glanced at my page yet, I'm an ENFP who may be autistic, thus acts INFP, maybe? I want to be a loved, happy, and feel normal, set me free. Having that in mind made this difficult to finish, so I hope the end isn't too OOC of Daehyun or cringey while keeping it open-ended.

Also, if you see any gramar or spelling errors, lemme know; I posted this and caught two as I was rereading it. XDD

Thank you for the request!

-Faith

Aesthetic and scenario requests are open! (Guidelines) (Masterlist)

I scrunch up my face as I wipe it clean from acne lotion with a rag. My forehead acne is getting a lot better because I stopped playing with my bangs and started getting haircuts more often. But, it's still not Korean idol clear, or... whitewashed Korean idol clear, fuck. I still don't like how pasty white some people make their skin, it's just gross. I mean, I don't have yellow fever or Hallyu fever, but I do appreciate me some tan skin and dark eyes. Not that I'm looking for lo-

“Y/N! Hurry up and get finished, we need to leave in ten minutes!” Heeyeong says in English from the other side of the bathroom door.

“OK, OK! I just finished cleaning my face.”

“You haven't even started putting on makeup? Did you brush your teeth?”

“Yes, I put on makeup. No, I haven't put on any makeup. Chill, Heeyeong.”

“Girl, I'm more chill than a polar bear who's taking a cold dip in the ocean.”

“But...” I lower the rag to the sink at the same slow pace my eyes rise to the mirror. “That water is too cold for polar bea-” I turn on my heels and open the door, which was put in the wrong way. I hear a loud thunk followed by a squeak, and realize I hit Heeyeong, who was standing just behind the door. “-Rs, shit, sorry! Sorry!”

“Ouch, mph.” Heeyeong holds onto her nose, and rubs its bridge as I rub her shoulders. “I-It's OK, but... ouch.”

I laugh under my breath, and Heeyeong catches onto it. “L-Lemme just quickly put on makeup, then we'll go, OK?”

“Yeah, I'll get our purses.” We nod a little, then part ways. After putting on enough makeup to look simple and presentable, Heeyeong and I exit the apartment. Heeyeong locks the door, we descend via the elevator, check out at the front desk, and get in the cab we called about eight minutes earlier. We're taken to the studio a good thirteen minutes away, and after Heeyeong pays the driver, we scurry into the front door.

We make our way through the building, get our passes on lanyards, and set up our equipment at the makeup station. After another minute or so, Daehyun and Yongguk approach us with some of their guards. We bow to greet them, each of us saying good morning and introducing ourselves by name. We invite them to sit in the chairs in front of the rectangular vanity mirrors. Daehyun was chosen to sit at my chair, and I begin to apply foundation to his skin.

“Y/N, what country are you from?” Daehyun asks. After I answer him, his eyebrows raise. “You came all the way here for a job?”

I nod twice. “Heeyeong dragged me here because she got a job offering, and wanted me to get outside my comfort zone. I was doing this for theatre productions back home. We met there, and became best friends.”

“Have you met Heeyeong's family, yet?”

I smile a little, a little warmth rising to my cheeks. “Yeah, they're very nice. I feel right at home.”

“Why did you move from Korea, Heeyeong?” Yongguk asks, his face relaxed as Heeyeong works on his face.

“My mom's first husband became alcoholic after he lost his job.” Heeyeong says. “It was a small mistake, and his boss was unforgiving. He began to harass my mom and older brother, but never hit them. My mom divorced him and moved away with my brother, then remarried. That man died half a year later, and I was born a month later.” Heeyeong smiles. “I'm glad to see my grandparents for the first time. They take great care of me and Y/N. Mom says she wants to come home before Christmas.”

“Wow, your mom sounds like a strong woman.” Yongguk says while Heeyeong nods. “It's good that you finally met to see your grandparents.” Heeyeong smiles for a moment, then goes to her kit to get a different brush. Being a quick worker, I begin to contour Daehyun's face.

He closes his eyes and lets me work. When I step away to get a stick of eyeliner, I see him open his eyes in the mirror. “Is your family good, Y/N?”

“Yes, both of my parents work. I also have an older brother, he's a specialist doctor for backs. He married last year. He and his wife are expecting their first baby next month.” Yongguk and Daehyun take turns to congratulate my brother, and I thank them, blushing as I give a little smile. “My parents thought I would be a language teacher because I speak English, Korean, and Spanish. But, I wasn't interested, so I took on a trade.”

“Were they excited to hear that you were going to Korea?” Daehyun asks. I put down the highlighting pen, and go to the eye shadow. I've been asked to give him a dark, matte bronze.

“They were more surprised than anything.” I laugh a little. “I've only been here for two days, now. I really like it, here.”

“Then, stay here.” I smile and nod in agreement. After I finished, I step back to admire my work; it gives Daehyun's face a natural glow, just how I like it. A lump forms in my throat as I watch his eyes open with a grace I didn't realize he had, before. Soft and glimmering in the artificial light of the room, Daehyun's eyes captivate my own. I part my lips in awe. Realizing I was staring, I close my lips and shake my head. “Sorry.”

“No, it's fine.” Daehyun says. “Do I look good?”

I feel warmth rush to my cheeks, and I bow my head in embarrassment for a moment before meeting his eyes with a bit of confidence. “Yes, you look very good.” I step aside to let Daehyun see himself, and he lifts his chin and turns his head to examine himself.

“You know what you're doing. Thank you.” I give a polite bow in reply, then Daehyun and Yongguk are called to the set.

“Alright, one more time from 'Make me', Yongguk.” The director says. Yongguk gives a short nod in reply as he returns to lean against the concrete column. He wears a black tank top, a pair of black capris stained with dried blood in a few places, and black high tops. Daehyun returns to his starting position just beyond the metal roof supported by two concrete columns, one of which Yongguk leans on.

Daehyun wears a dark grey, full-length sleeved shirt with white decorative buttons all the way down, the cuffs, collar and bottom of the shirt also white. He wears a pair of dark washed jeans, and dark grey and black sneakers. The female lead actress, Park Joomi (from Blood and Kang Woo's Story), retakes her position on the street. She sits like she had just fallen with her dust pink dress torn diagonally from the back of her skirt (her shoes also match the shirt, and she just looks fabulous). “Action!” A staff hand uses the clapper, and Joomi whimpers as she turns herself over to sit on her butt instead of her legs.

Yongguk pushes off the column, and comes within feet of Daehyun. “Make me believe that Hanim is dead. I wasn't right about her. Why should I come home?”

Daehyun's chest rises and falls. His character, Insoo, is a respected detective of the Sokchu police agency. Dongyoon has been Insoo's friend since grade school, but it wasn't revealed until a few scenes earlier that Dongyoon had mental issues. “Dongyoon, you didn't lose your medication. Hanim stole it because you're the best detective Sokchu has, and everyone knows. Those pills keep your anxiety under control, right?”

Yongguk hesitates, then nods once. Struggle is written all over his face, and Joomi begins to cry. Her character, Goin, sympathizes with Dongyoon's anxiety because of her position as a female in the police force. “Your partner said you didn't take pills from your new bottle.” Daehyun says. “That's your OCD, finishing what you start, right?”

“Yes, that's right. I have issues.”

“You ran from headquarters when you saw Hanim's body because you couldn't believe it. Dongyoon, she overdosed from your pills and died after she wrote a confession letter. She told us everything, even her motive for killing her younger sister. It's over, Dongyoon.”

Yongguk lowers his shoulders. “She did? It was the older sister, after all? I was right?”

“Yes!” Joomi says. “You were right. She had us fooled, Dongyoon.”

Yongguk smiles. “I'm glad I helped. That makes me feel a lot better.” He coughs up fake blood from a packet he bit on. He wipes some from his lips, and his expression becomes soft.

“Oh, right. My pills.” Yongguk wipes his hands on his pants, then looks to Daehyun. “Shit, Insoo, I thought Gojin was Hanim and hit her.” He frowns as he looks to Joomi. She softens her eyes in understanding. “I'm so sorry, both of you.”

“I forgive you, Dongyoon.” Joomi says, reaching out an arm for a moment. “You shouldn't have been involved in this case so much. The case is closed because of you, Dongyoon.” Yongguk smiles, blood staining his teeth, and he coughs until a horrible wheeze tears at his throat. Daehyun rushes to kneel by his side. Joomi stands just behind Daehyun.

“Did I eat or drink any?” Yongguk asks.

“We don't know, you disappeared for three days.” Joomi replies. “Hold on, please. Help is on the way.”

“I'll do my best.”

“You helped us more than you know, Donyoon.” Daehyun says. “Thank you, really.” He holds Yongguk's left hand. Yongguk swallows with difficulty, then closes his eyes. “Dongyoon? Dongyoon!”

“No.” Joomi shakes her head, and steps around Daehyun to kneel on the other side of Yongguk. “No no no.”

“He's just unconscious. See? His chest is still moving.”

“We still need the ambulance to hurry.” Daehyun and Joomi look beyond the set to the staff towards a cardboard eye that someone holds for them to focus on. The script reads that sirens sound as this happens. “And, hurry a bit more.”

“He'll be OK.” Joomi says, meeting Daehyun's eyes.

“Yeah. I know.” Daehyun strokes his thumb over the back of Yongguk's hand twice, then squeezes it a little.

“And, that's a wrap!” The director shouts. The staff members give a warm applause to the cast and themselves. I heave a sigh and look to Heeyeong. “Yeah, this will be a box-office hit. Yeop Jeongyoon is about to become very famous.”

“She's definitely a talented writer.” Heeyeong says. “She deserves a nomination or two.” The cast members relieve their positions and join the applause, then the actors return to the dressing room. After getting into their normal clothes, we clean the makeup off Yongguk's and Daehyun's faces.

“So, I don't imagine we'll be seeing you two again, will we?” Yongguk asks as he and Daeyhyun rise from their seats.

“If we're lucky, we'll meet again.” Heeyeong says.

“Then, let's meet again.” Yongguk and Daehyun thank us, and we bow to each other as they leave. Heeyeong and I return to our apartment to get into more comfortable clothes, then we head to the streets. We eventually come to a small cafe that serves breakfast foods from 8 AM to 8 PM, called Cinnamon Baked. After removing our shoes and deodorizing our socks, the teen girl at the cashier greets us. 

“Hello, welcome to Cinnamon Baked. I'm Yang Hyangki, my family owns this place. Would you like a menu, or would you like to order something from the counter?” Hyangki gestures to the goods that sit on shelves behind glass to her right.

“We'll both have coffee with sweetener and cream.” Heeyeong says. “The cinnamon buns look good. Do you want one, Y/N?”

“Yes, I'll have one, too.”

“So, two cinnamon buns, and two coffees with sweetener and cream. Will that be all?”

“Yes, that's all.”

“Alright. Please take a seat, and we'll bring you your orders, soon.” Heeyeong and I take a seat at a table for four by the windows to the left in the back. We check our phones and talk about what stores we should visit to get some clothes, and whether we should visit Costco today or tomorrow. We decided to hit Costco tomorrow, and shop for clothes today.

Hyangki comes to our table after a little while with our drinks and treats, and we thank her as she tells us to enjoy. The cinnamon buns weren't heavy on cinnamon or icing. They were fluffy, warm, and just wonderful to eat. We ate them at a slow pace to enjoy the taste. Taking sips of our coffee, which made the buns more enjoyable. We were halfway done eating our treats when a black car pulls up to the sidewalk.

Heeyeong and I both look through the window to observe. Heeyeong says in English, “That looks an awful lot like the kind of car an idol would ride in.”

“Are we gonna be even more lucky, today?” I comment, and we giggle.

“You've been quiet, by the way.” Heeyeong says, directing my attention away from the car. “I thought you would be blushing a little more from doing makeup for a kpop idol.”

I shrug, and look to the table as I frown. “They're talented and nice people, but I didn't feel that special. You know how shy and introverted I am. Besides, it's not my place.”

Heeyeong releases a slow sigh through her nose as we make eye contact. “Y/N, you need to start taking opportunities. Be a little more than honest to your morals. Be brave. Just a little more, that's all.”

My mind begins to swim in rejection as I hear the bell above the door separating the boot room from the cafe ring. “You're saying I should make a move on him? Heeyeong, I can't be brave in a situation like this. I need to stay away.”

“No, I'm not saying you should make a move.” Heeyeong shakes her head. “Just be brave enough to give him a chance, if he happens to like you.”

I lower my shoulders as I exhale, and nod. “OK. I'll give it a try.”

“Hi, Heeyeong, Y/N.” Heeyeong and I look up to see Yongguk, who spoke, and Daehyun. I feel warmth race to my cheeks, again. Shit, they heard all of that, didn't they? “Is everything OK?”

“Um, y-yeah, everything's good.” I answer, nodding a bit as I close my eyes in embarrassment.

“Can we sit here?” Yongguk asks.

“Sure, go ahead.” Heeyeong answers.

“You girls did really good on our makeup, today. Thank you, again.” Heeyeong and I both reply 'you're welcome'.  “Are you going to continue working for TS Entertainment?”

“We're not sure.” Heeyeong says. “We submitted applications to other companies, including ones that manage theatre productions.”

“Well, the musical I'm in is starting in a few weeks.” Daehyun says. “Did you submit an application there?”

“Yes, we did.” I answer. “But, we don't imagine we'll be accepted. We don't have that much experience.”

“But, you have a lot of talent.” Daehyun meets my eyes. “I'd really like it if you were my makeup artist for the show, too.” He gives a small smile, and after a moment, it catches onto my face.

I look away, blushing. “I'd like it, too.”

“I'll recommend you to the costume designer. You'll probably get a call from her, sometime.”

“Ah, that would be really great, thank you, Daehyun.” I hide my face in my hands as I smile. I realize I was kind of embarrassing myself and sniffle, lowering my hands to my lap. “Sorry, I'm way too shy.”

“No no, it's OK.” Daehyun says. “We don't bite.” I catch his eyes again, and smile a bit. He returns the smile, and it's a cute, calming little smile.

“Hey, why didn't you kick us out?” Heeyeong says, directing my attention to her.

“The guards were going to,” Yongguk says. “But we told them we knew you. They're still blocking the door, but that's why.” Hyangki returns to our table with Daehyun's and Yongguk's coffees.

Yongguk ordered an apple fritter, and Daehyun got a raspberry filled pastry. “The cinnamon buns looked good,” Yongguk says, nodding to our half finished deserts. “But, they have too many calories and too much sugar for us. Are they any good?”

“Yes, very.” Heeyeong replies.

“Mm, let me try.” I widen my eyes as Daehyun gently takes my hand that holds the cinnamon bun. He raises it to his mouth, and his lips brush my fingers as he takes a small bite. By this point, my face is flushed red, and as we meet eyes as he pulls away, a smile breaks onto my face. I set down the pastry and cover my nose with my clean hand, and giggle. “Why are you so mean to me?”

“Mean? I was seeing if you liked me.” Daehyun laughs a bit. “You blush and smile really easily, it's cute.”

I feel my head begin to swim from being so hot. “I... I don't know what to say, Daehyun, I...”

“Clean your hand, give me your phone.”

“Hm?”

“Give me your phone, I said.”

“Oh... OK.” I clean my hand with a napkin, then get my phone for Daehyun. He taps a few things, and returns it after a moment. “There, now we can talk more.”

“You gave me your number?” I laugh a little, my face cooling off a bit.

“Well, how else am I going to get to know you when I'm away?” I nod a few times in agreement. Our group of four continues to talk about ourselves and our personal lives for about half an hour. By then, we had finished our drinks and food, and we prepare to leave, putting our shoes back on.

“So, you two are walking?” Yongguk says, once we had reached the car.

“Yeah, our apartment isn't far from here.” Heeyeong says.

“Then, I guess we'll see you around.” Heeyeong and I nod as Yongguk and Daehyun get in the car. A window rolls down, and Daehyun peeks out.

“I hope to see you at the musical, Y/N. Or sooner, if we have time. I'll call you tonight, when I'm home.”

“Oh, OK.” I nod a few times, blush returning to my face a bit.

“Bye, now.”

“Bye.” Heeyeong and I reply, smiling and waving to Yongguk and Daehyung who smile and wave back as the car puls away. Once we got home, I flop onto the couch.

Heeyeong sits beside me. “Well, aren't you a lucky girl?” We giggle.

“I guess I'll stay.”

-End-