#alec x male reader

[rodolfoparras]

young sergeant!price would be a fucking tease, always making lewd comments and bending over whenever you're around other soldiers, knowing you won't do anything with others around.

he'd be such a perv, too, and a borderline stalker. always sending you texts along the lines of "you look so hot ordering those recruits around, wish you could" or sending you a photo of yourself at the shooting range or something with those horny emojis and an eggplant. and you're always so exasperated and bemused whenever you receive them.

he's so freaky he sneaks into your private office and probably fingerfucks his pussy whilst sitting on your chair, having to bite down on his fist or uniform to muffle his squeals when he squirts all over your chair, desk, and floors.

hgnghg I NEED HIM RIGH TNEOW

Young sergeant!Price sneaking into your office, stripping out of his clothes and putting on your tunic, the one decked out in different types of medals and acknowledgments before taking a seat in your chair, fucking himself with the dildo he’d snuck with him, a thrilling feeling rushing down his spine as he hears the soft clinking sounds mixing with obscene squelching sounds, almost cumming when he hears steps approaching the office, and when you open the door you’re met with sight of price looking all fucked out, eyes half lidded cheeks dusted in pink, tunic doing little to cover the dildo that’s still buried deep inside him

Young sergeant! Price riling you up enough throughout the day so that you’re pulling him into your office and bending him over your desk, taking him during office hours - something he knows you absolutely hate, purposely refusing to be quiet when he hears another set of footsteps approaching, whining and whimpering even muttering the words sir just so the other person knows you aren’t alone, and watching in amusement as you scramble to explain yourself to the person on the other side all while continuously thrusting your cock into his soaping wet cunt

Or refusing to fuck Young Sergeant! Price during office hours no matter what he does, so he sneaks into your office and takes matter into his own hands, sinks down onto your cock while you’re doing paper work

Without even looking at him, you know he’s got a pout on his face and tears prickling his eyes because you don’t pay him any attention even when he’s practically bouncing on your cock, but you can also hears the whines and whimpers escaping his lips because even though you’re ignoring him he’s determined to make himself finish.

[soulofapatrick]

Safe in your Arms - Alec Lightwood x female reader 

Summary: You can’t sleep so you slip into bed with Alec

Words: 1.7K 

Warnings: none really 

Notes: This is written from female pov (my pov) however can be read as gender neutral so will put this story in both male and female reader 

Y/N’s POV

The darkness presses in around me, suffocating and heavy. Another sleepless night grips me tightly, refusing to release its hold. With a sigh, I rise from the bed, the covers slipping off my like unwanted shackles. 

Padding down the familiar corridors of the Institute, my footsteps echo softly against the stone floors. The hushed whispers of the night greet me, a comforting presence in the solitude. Each door I pass I hesitate, unsure who I’m looking for comfort in. 

I barely pause outside Clary’s room as we’ve never seen eye to eye so I continue on, finding myself outside Izzy’s door. The familiar, faint scent of jasmine wafting though the air. She's always been a source of strength and support, but tonight, the idea of seeking refuge in her embrace feels somehow... wrong, too intimate. I can't quite put my finger on it, but something holds me back, a silent voice urging me to continue my search elsewhere.

Jace’s door looms ahead, a silent invitation beckoning me to seek shelter within his presence. For a moment, I hesitate, my hand hovering over the door handle as memories of shared laughter and whispered secrets flood my mind. But then, with a heavy sigh, I pull away, the weight of unspoken truths pressing down upon me like a leaden cloak.

My fingers ghost over Simon's door, the thought of seeking solace in his company tempting yet ultimately unfulfilling. We may share a bond forged in battle, but there's a divide between us that I can't seem to breach. With a sigh, I move on, the ache of loneliness gnawing at my heart with each passing moment.

And then, finally, I find myself standing outside Alec’s room, the door a silent barrier between me and the solace I seek. With a hesitant hand, I push the door open, the soft creak of hinges breaking the silence like a whisper in the night. 

Inside, the room is bathed in a gentle glow, the moonlight filtering through the curtains casting shadows across the floor. Alec lies asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. For a moment, I simply stand there, drinking in the sight of him. Gone is the usual tension that seems to etch lines into his features during the waking hours. Instead, his face is softened by slumber, his expression serene and unguarded. The furrow of his brow, which often accompanies his deep concentration or stern demeanour, is smoothed away, replaced by an air of tranquility.

A small smile graces his lips, a sight so rare it’s almost surreal. It’s a stark contrast to the usual scowl that seems to be his default expression during the day. In this moment of vulnerability, his true essence shines through, a gentle warmth that draws me in like a moth to a flame. 

I find myself captivated by the peacefulness that radiates from him, the subtle rise and fall of his chest a soothing rhythm that lulls me into a sense of calm. It's as if all the worries and burdens of the world have been momentarily lifted from his shoulders, leaving behind only the purest essence of who he is.

In this moment, Alec is not the fierce warrior or the stoic leader. He is simply Alec, vulnerable and human, a reminder that even the strongest among us need rest and respite from the battles we face.

And as I gaze upon him, a small smile tugs at the corners of my own lips, mirroring the one that graces his face. I hesitate for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest, before I gently lift the duvet and slide into the bed beside Alec. The rustling of the sheets stir him from his slumber, his eyelids fluttering open blearily as he tries to make sense of the intrusion. 

“Wha—?" His voice is thick with sleep, the words trailing off into a soft murmur as he blinks owlishly at me. Confusion dances in the depths of his eyes, but there's also a hint of warmth, a flicker of recognition that warms my soul.

“What are you doing Birdie?" he mumbles, his words barely audible in the stillness of the room., the nickname he’s given me sending a shiver down my spine. Despite the grogginess that clouds his mind, there's a note of curiosity in his voice, a silent question hanging in the air between us. 

"I couldn't sleep," I confess quietly, my voice barely more than a whisper. "And... I needed to be near you.”

Alec’s expression softens at my words, a silent understanding passing between us. Without a word, he shifts around in the bed, making room for me to settle beside him. The duvet envelops us both in its warmth as we find our positions, his body fitting against mine like two puzzle pieces finally coming together. 

We settle into our newfound arrangement, a sense of peace washes over me, a warmth that seeps into my bones and drives away the chill of the night. In Alec's arms, I find sanctuary from the storms that rage within me, a refuge from the chaos of the world outside. And as sleep begins to claim me once more, I find solace in the knowledge that, for tonight at least, I am not alone. 

As the first rays of dawn  filter through the curtains, I gradually awaken from the depths of sleep, the heaviness of slumber clinging to my limbs like a comforting embrace. The warmth of Alec's presence envelops me, his arm draped protectively over my waist, anchoring me to the present moment.

I can feel the weight of his body pressed against mine, a comforting solidity that grounds me in reality. His unruly black hair tickles my cheek, a stark contrast to the softness of his lips pressed against my shoulder where my shirt has slipped slightly.

Alec emits a soft snuffle in his sleep as I gently begin to scratch his scalp, the motion soothing both him and me. His breath is warm against my skin, a gentle rhythm that lulls me back into a state of tranquility. 

He shuffles around as he begins to slowly slip from sleep, his brilliant blue eyes fluttering open, revealing a sleep-ridden expression that tugs at my heartstrings. There’s a softness in his gaze, a vulnerability that I've rarely seen in him before. And as his eyes meet mine, a flicker of recognition dances in their depths, as if he's just now realizing that I'm here, lying beside him. 

For a moment, we simply stare at each other, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between us. And then, slowly but surely, a small smile tugs at the corners of Alec's lips, a gesture so tender and genuine that it sends my heart soaring. 

Alec brushes the hair out of my face, his touch gentle, his fingers singing against my skin as if committing the moment to memory. I can feel the intensity of his gaze as he studies my face, his eyes searching for something, perhaps an answer to the question that lingers between us. 

And then, without warning, he moves forward, his face hovering just inches from mine. My breath catches in my throat as anticipation coils within me, every nerve in my body on edge with anticipation. 

And then, finally, his lips crash against mine in a kiss that sends shockwaves coursing through my veins. It’s everything I've ever imagined and more, his lips soft and plump against mine, fitting together with a perfect symmetry that feels like coming home. He rolls us from our sides so he’s leaving over me, his weight above me feeling right, perfect almost, as if we were always meant to be in this position. 

His kisses are a revelation, each one tasting of warmth and longing, a tantalising blend of sweetness and desire that leaves me breathless. I can feel the heat of his body pressing against mine, his warmth seeping into my skin and sending shivers racing down my spine. 

With every touch, every caress, I lose myself in the sensation of him, the feel of his lips against mine, the brush of his fingers against my skin. He smells of sandalwood and strawberries, a heady combination that fills my senses and leaves me intoxicated with desire. 

In this moment, with Alec pressed against me, every nerve in my body tingles with anticipation. It's as if the world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us in our own little universe, bound together by the intensity of our connection.

But, just as our passion threatens to consume us, a quiet knock at the bedroom door shatters the fragile bubble we've created. Alec lets out a quiet groan, his head falling to my shoulder in frustration before he clears his throat and calls out, "One second!” 

As he climbs out of the bed to open the door slightly, I sit up, the sheets rustling around me, betraying the fact that Alec's not alone. My heart races with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, unsure of what awaits us on the other side of that door. 

And then, as Alec peers out into the hallway, his expression unreadable, I catch a glimpse of blond meaning it’s Jace standing in the corridor, his presence casting a shadow over our moment of intimacy. With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I realise that our time alone together may be coming to an abrupt end.

Alec hisses something to Jace before closing the door and turning back to me, his eyes raking up my body, blue eyes darkening before he’s shaking his head and asking, “Breakfast?” 

“Clothes then breakfast?”

“You can wear some of mine, then breakfast.” 

“Deal.” 

The Shadowhunters Masterlist TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023

[cece693]

She Doesn't Know

pairing: alec lightwood x male reader tags: secret relationship, Alec isn't ready to come out, leads to you being flirted with a lot, jealous Alec, clary being clary, things are changed to fit my narrative better

Alec leaned against the stone pillar in the Institute’s training room, trying to ignore the slight tension coiling beneath his ribs. You were in the center of the open space, demonstrating an elegant series of blade techniques for a group of wide-eyed onlookers: Izzy, Jace, a handful of other Shadowhunters, and of course, the newest arrival—Clary.

There you stood, the picture of confidence and grace. Each arc of your blade elicited murmurs of appreciation from the small crowd, and Alec couldn’t help but feel an all-too-familiar twinge of envy. He watched from a short distance, arms folded over his chest, jaw tight.

You were his boyfriend. His partner. His. Yet, in the eyes of almost everyone else here, you were the Institute’s star: gorgeous, talented, charismatic. Alec had overheard rumors that you were the “ideal Shadowhunter”—the sort of person even the Inquisitor might commend without hesitation. You had been many people’s first crush: from timid recruits who looked up to you as the epitome of skill and kindness, to seasoned warriors who admired your strength and devotion to the Clave.

But none of that changed the fact that you were Alec’s secret—at least, outside of Izzy and Jace. His siblings knew, had known for a while, but it wasn’t something Alec wanted the entire Institute gossiping about, especially not while he was still grappling with how to tell his parents. And definitely not to Clary Fray, the redhead who’d only just discovered she was a Shadowhunter at all.

It didn’t help that Clary had developed an instant fascination with you from the moment she was rescued. Alec suspected it was more than just gratitude. She listened with rapt attention anytime you spoke, eyes shining like you were the only person in the room. And the problem wasn’t just that she was smitten. It was that you, being the gentle soul you were, rarely turned anyone away. You humored her questions, you corrected her stance in training, you comforted her when the nightmares of her mother’s kidnapping returned.

Alec’s heart twisted in on itself every time he saw her giggling at something you said. He couldn’t exactly scold Clary for enjoying your company—she didn’t know you were taken. Worse yet, Alec couldn’t just stride up and put an arm around you to make some blatant claim. Not in front of a group that still assumed Alec’s straight.

“She doesn’t know,” Izzy said softly as she approached. Alec was startled; he hadn’t heard her footsteps. She was wearing her signature confident smile, but it was tinged with sympathy. “Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

Alec sighed, keeping his gaze locked on you. Having stopped your training, you now were talking to Clary, the little girl's laughter echoing through the room, high and bright. Alec could almost taste the jealousy on his tongue. “I know she doesn’t know,” he grumbled, shifting uncomfortably. “I just—It feels like he’s everyone’s favorite. Even with Jace—”

“Jace is his parabatai,” Izzy interjected teasingly, lifting a dark eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you still think he's making a move on your boyfriend. When they drew those runes, he basically gave up those feelings.”

Alec heaved a silent breath. “It’s not…I know Jace respects our relationship. It’s just—he’s my best friend too, right? So it feels strange that whenever I look for him, or for my boyfriend, they’re off training together, or exchanging some inside joke.”

Izzy placed a comforting hand on Alec’s arm. “You’re not used to sharing, but you’re going to have to. You can’t lock him up in your room away from everyone else.”

Alec shot her a glare, but a reluctant half-smile tugged at his lips. “That wouldn't be such a bad idea, actually. But, seriously, that's not what I’m trying to do.”

“I know,” Izzy said, voice gentler. “Talk to him. He’d want to know if you’re feeling this way.” Alec glanced from Izzy back to you. He knew she was right; you’d pick up on his mood soon if you hadn’t already. You always had a knack for sensing when Alec was troubled. Or jealous.

Later that evening, Alec found you seated on one of the long benches in an alcove behind the Institute’s library. Dim overhead lights cast dancing shadows along the shelves. You’d folded your arms on the table in front of you, scribbling notes on a mission report.

He hesitated in the doorway for a moment, admiring the way your hair fell over your forehead, the focus etched across your face. Of course people gravitated toward you—you were breathtaking, inside and out. Alec’s chest warmed at the reminder that, for now, your heart belonged to him.

Taking a quiet breath, he approached and gently rested a hand on your shoulder. You looked up, a brilliant smile lighting up your features the moment you saw him. The corners of Alec’s mouth tugged up, and he sunk down on the bench beside you.

“Hey,” you said softly, setting aside your pen. “You okay? You seemed a bit off in training earlier.”

He shrugged, then shook his head, deciding to be honest. “I’m just…” He swallowed. “A little jealous, I guess.”

Your eyebrows arched in surprise before softening with understanding. “Of Clary?”

Alec’s mouth parted, but he hesitated. It felt foolish to say it out loud. “She doesn’t know about us,” he finally admitted. “And I can’t exactly blame her for…flirting.” His lips twisted wryly around the word. “But it drives me crazy.”

You slid closer, your thigh brushing his. A comforting warmth radiated between your bodies. “I can see that.” Your voice was gentler than ever. “I’ve been trying to discourage her without being mean, but she’s persistent.”

Alec let out a breath he’d been holding. “I don’t want to let my jealousy show. And I definitely don’t want anyone else figuring out my…preferences before I’m ready.” The words still felt awkward on his tongue, but it was the truth. “It feels like all eyes are on us, you know? You’re…well, you’re you.” He almost laughed at his own phrasing. “People watch you. They notice who you talk to, who you train with, who you spend time with. If they notice me acting possessive or something, questions will start.”

You reached for his hand and squeezed. “I understand. There’s a lot riding on you, on your family name, on how the Clave sees you.” Your voice lowered. “I just want you to be comfortable. I don’t want to hide, but I also don’t want to force you out before you’re ready.”

Alec’s chest felt tight. Gratitude washed over him in a gentle wave. “Thank you.” He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on the reassuring feel of your hand in his. “I’d never want you to hide either, but—yeah, it’s complicated.”

“It is.” You brushed a thumb over his knuckles. “I care about you, Alec. That’s not going to change, no matter who else needs a training partner or who else tries flirting.” A soft smile tugged at your lips. “And if Clary presses too hard, I’ll find a tactful way to let her know I’m not interested.”

Heat rose to Alec’s cheeks. It felt absurd that a single line could chase away so many of his doubts. You had a way of cutting through his insecurities with your kindness. Every word felt like a reaffirmation of your loyalty to him.

For a second, Alec let himself imagine a future where the entire Institute knew the truth—where he could step forward and simply stand behind you during training, wrap an arm around your waist without worrying about the stares. Where Clary could look at you both and see just how uninterested you were in her. One day. Soon, maybe.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 1

Alec Lightwood + Praise Kink

Happy first day of kinktober everyone. I’ve got a lot more schoolwork this year (curse you psychology) but ill be doing my best to try and keep up with my posting.

I’m gonna be honest I haven’t watched Shadowhunters in a long time, but Alec and Magnus still mean a lot to me. So, this is super vague about background stuff, cuz I can’t remember any of the plot from the show or books.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist

Alec found himself sighing as he leaned back in the chair behind his desk, his hand reaching up to rub at his aching temples. He took his duty very seriously, but at times it could do nothing but cause pains and aches throughout his body and psyche. Not only that, but his work kept him apart from you, sometimes for days or even weeks at a time. Alec had known at the time when he gained his rank that this work would fill much of his life, but now that he had finally found his way to you, it almost didn’t feel worth it.

Alec sighed softly as he got out of his seat, there was no reason to keep working any more tonight. At this point he had stared at those reports enough that he was seeing double, and the thought of your shared bed was like an angel’s call. With that in mind, the shadowhunter found himself almost floating to your shared room, a new edition to your relationship. Neither of you even had much time to spend in this room, as you were both important people in your circles and both took your duties seriously.

It was because of this that Alec didn’t even think about you being present when he entered the dimly lit room, his eyelids heavy and half shut as he pulled off his clothes robotically, folding it up neatly and placing it off to the side to go in the laundry in the morning. It was only when he fell onto the bed, now only clad his boxers, that he noticed the second presence in the room. He almost jolted up with shock, but your arm wrapped warmly and securely around his waist, pulling your lover close as you nuzzled into the back of his stiff neck.

“there’s my pretty boy” you rumble, your voice thick with sleep but also the love and admiration you have for Alec. Alec only allows himself to huff a little, feeling embarrassed at your sweet words. He had never gotten used to being complimented or praised, so when you peppered sleepy kisses on his neck and mumbled about his beautiful, he was and how strong he was, the shadowhunter felt himself grow hotter in the face.

“Look at you, all tense” you huff, your warm hands running up and down the planes of Alecs torso as you hook your chin over his shoulder, your thumbs rubbing just below his pecs, the action causing him to twitch and exhale sharply. “Always working so hard for everyone, but you never take care of yourself” you mumble, your lips pressed to the side of his neck. You can’t help but nibble on the skin there, letting your tongue flatten against the rune on his neck.

“Guess that’s why you have me, isn’t it” you almost tease, your hands finally grabbing his tight pecs in your palms, giving him a loving squeeze, making your sensitive lover whine. “Always such a diligent, good boy, aren’t you?” you croon, giving both of his nipples a quick pinch and twist, enjoying the punched-out noise that leaves Alec at the action. You had always loved how sensitive he was, and how easily you could work him up with just a few touches and sweet words.

“My good boy” you purr, hands traveling down his torso at a snail’s pace, almost in a worshipping manner as you feel out every shape that makes up his body, basking in the shaky way he breaths and how he can’t seem to keep his legs still. “My pretty boy” you hum, your thumbs teasing at the elastic of his underwear, an almost catlike smirk on your lips as you let your lover stew in the need and want running through his tired body.

“Just lay back Alec, ill take care of you” you mutter, using your grip to pull him further against your chest, your hips grinding into his own from behind. Alec shakily exhales but seems to melt in your arms, his muscles untensing as you fold his boxers down under his sack, releasing his hardness to the darkness of your shared room.

“Ill always take care of you. Because you are so good, and so beautiful. So smart, and so considerate of everyone around you” you keep mumbling, one of your hands wrapping around where Alec craves you the most. The noise that leaves him sounds drawn out and almost painful, like he had wanted you to touch him for so long. There isn’t a need for lube, as you don’t have to do much to work Alec how he needs it, at the moment he doesn’t need anything wild, he just needs your touch and presence.

The loose grip you have around him and the lazy way you stroke him is enough to have Alec twitching and jolting, his mouth open as he gasps and whimpers, words long gone from his person as he arches his hips into your hand. How you feel about him is impossible to express in words, so you keep laying every compliment you can think of on him as you kiss and suck at his neck and shoulder.

His keens rise in volume, his voice wobbly and almost hoarse as he begs in broken words. “Go on baby. Good boy, come on, be good and give it to me” you rumble, reaching up with your free hand to give one of his nipples a rough pinch and twist. Its all Alec needs to finish, his hips jolting almost painfully into your hand as his essence spills across the sheets in thick white stripes, painting your black sheets in a different shade.

You barely are able to withdraw from his back before Alec is asleep, the exhaustion of the multiple days of nonstop work and the euphoria of his orgasm knocking him out cold. With a soft chuckle, you kiss his temple and start cleaning up, moving him around to change him out of his underwear into a new pair, and getting new sheets on the bed. As you cuddle against his back again, this time under the sheets, you smile softly to yourself as you kiss the back of his neck. “I love you so much, my sweet boy” you whisper before shutting your eyes, burying your face into his hair, and inhaling his scent, letting the familiar scent carry you off into the land of sleep.

[miguel-owhora]

still thinking about my fat!price hg gfh

during the summer, sometimes when the weather gets too hot, he opts to not wear his shirt - matter of fact, he goes nude when he goes to swim. i can just imagine you joining him, eyes unable to peel away from his bouncy tits and soft belly, and how good his ass looks when he's doing laps around the pool.

he'd be so smug and have a knowing expression on his face when you pin him flush against the edge of the pool, rubbing your cock against his. he'd snake his hand down and jerk your cocks off together, your hands gripping at his ass, pulling the fat globes apart; hell, maybe even playing with his hole..

god he'd look so fine, fhfnfkxxox

[owen-writes]

Shameful Flirting

Alec Hardy x Gender Neutral Reader

"You know, love, solving crimes isn't the only skill I possess," Alec Hardy said with a smirk, his Scottish accent adding a charming lilt to the words.

You raised an eyebrow, looking up at your tall and stoic husband. "And what other extraordinary talents might you have, Detective Inspector?" you replied, a playful glint in your eyes.

Alec leaned against the filing cabinet, attempting a casual pose that didn't quite match his typically serious demeanor. "Well, for starters, I'm exceptionally good at making tea," he declared, a hint of mischief in his gaze.

You chuckled, folding your arms. "Tea-making as a seduction technique? Bold move, Hardy."

He chuckled in response, a low and melodic sound that sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. "Flirting isn't my strongest suit, I'll give you that. But I'm willing to learn."

"The way you flirt is shameful," you teased, shaking your head in mock disappointment.

Alec straightened up, a determined look on his face. "Shameful, you say? I can do better than that."

As he took a step closer, you couldn't help but notice the height difference between you two. Alec towered over you, and you felt a sense of warmth as he placed a gentle hand on your waist.

"Perhaps actions speak louder than words," he suggested, his eyes locking onto yours.

With a smirk, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a surprisingly soft and sweet kiss. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer. It was a brief but tender moment that left you slightly breathless.

"Well, Detective Inspector, I must admit that action was more convincing than any words you could muster," you admitted, a playful glimmer in your eyes.

Alec grinned, a rare sight that made your heart skip a beat. "I told you I could improve."

As you both resumed your work in the bustling police station, Alec couldn't resist stealing glances in your direction. The subtle smiles and shared glances spoke volumes, a silent language only the two of you understood.

Later that evening, as you sat together on the couch, Alec placed his arm around you. "So, how was my flirting this time?" he asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

You leaned into him, placing a light kiss on his cheek. "Not shameful at all, Alec. In fact, I'd say you're getting quite good at it."

He smiled, a genuine and content expression that made your heart swell. "I suppose practice does make perfect."

And in that moment, with the warmth of Alec's embrace, you realized that maybe flirting wasn't about grand gestures or smooth words. It was about the genuine connection and the shared moments that made your relationship with the Scottish detective truly special.

[deansbite]

　❜𓏲　　 alec mcdowell　　 𓎟𓎟

⠀hey there !! this is a masterlist of a specific ⠀character, in this case, alec mcdowell. my ⠀fanfics will have authours notes & warnings as ⠀to what will be in the fics ! i am not responsible ⠀for what any of you decide to read. anywho, if ⠀you like my writing, i’d appreciate feedback or ⠀even a reblog. happiest of reading to you guys !!

🎸 „ fluff  📻 „ smut  🎙️ „ angst

　　 ❛　　Oh my angel 　𓂂　　🎸🎙　　𝜚

[kat-is-laem-oa]

Chapter 1: PanDEMONium

(Next Chapter)

Mornings always proved challenging, and the comfort of his bed only made the negative feelings about his situation stronger. No amount of sunshine could brighten his mood in recent years, nor could the fluff of his blanket as the light disappeared and his room darkened once more. No extreme or mixture within gave him a sense of comfort.

His oldest friend, Raphael, made it a point to include him despite their opposing heritage. The far-too-old Shadowhunter befriending the vampiric member of Hotel DuMort would be humorous to their kin. The two species couldn’t get along despite their similar situations—being hunted for their blood.

Raphael was unique, just like his people. Eljah wished he could share the same sentiment with his own people, but he’d felt their wrath before and it was a losing game. Although, technically, he was one of a kind. He didn’t have people or true kin because he was an abomination. And abominations don’t get the luxury of friends and family.

“I’m supposed to be hiding in the shadows, not you,” Raphael sighed as he walked into the room. Candles illuminated the room and the blackout curtains prevented the deadly sunlight from getting in.

“I might as well be just as allergic as you, Rafa.”

“Hardly. Up.” Raphael lifted the plush white blanket before grasping onto Eljah’s arm. With multiple complaints and some unkind words, the small boy was upright. His hair was always messy, conscious or unconscious, to the point it became a style. Random silver strips contrasted the shadowy brown overtaking his head. Over the previous months, his hair grew longer, making him feel more feminine than he could have while growing up. If the downworld thought Shadowhunters were bad now, they could rest easy with the image of the Clave’s earlier days.

“What is the nest up to today?” The two had known each other for a long time; long enough to not shy away at the sight of skin and boxers. Eljah crossed to his dresser while Raphael spoke, jumping with the change in temperature upon contact.

“Nothing you have to worry about, even though I know you will.” Raphael laughed at the little hops Eljah made while dressing himself.

“I can’t help it. You guys are stuck with me now, so I have no choice but to care.”

Eljah slid a pair of shorts that rested low against his hips and a t-shirt that drowned him. August was his least favorite month because it was inevitably the hottest one. Manhattan sucked in the humid weather and bubbled it until a rush of cold would pop it. You either stayed in your home or flocked to an indoor business—Eljah’s goal tonight—to beat the heat.

“That is true, my mistake,” Raphael poked fun, receiving a stare from the male opposite him, “but seriously, just enjoy your night and I’ll find something for you to do this week, hm?”

“You said that last week, Santiago.”

“Damn, we are going by last names now, Winterscaar?”

“Oh, bruto gross, no. My mistake,” Eljah repeated. The two shared hushed giggles, but eventually it went silent. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but Raphael’s aura became serious; Eljah hated to watch the swirls switch from bright yellow to mushy turquoise when he went into big-brother mode.

“There’s something out there that will make you happy. I know it. Maybe it’s here in the nest or on the other side of New York. Hell, another continent. I’ll help you find it.”

“How are you gonna find it if it’s on another continent? TSA will have to mark you as combustible material before you step foot on a plane.”

“Not funny.”

“It’s a bit funny, mano…” Raphael choked back a sigh, already used to the flammability jokes.

Raphael seemed to have more to say, but a knock sounded at the door. Raphael went to check it and Eljah activated the LED lights built into all the rooms. Eljah heard basic mumbles and words of confirmation before Raphael exited, saluting to his best friend.

Eljah knew what time it was already. Every day had a clockwork aspect to them, and he’d long since adjusted to the schedule of vampires. As his day started, most ended. It made slipping into night life easier and letting himself deal with emotions in his own way: drunk and/or high.

“You don’t look 22,” the bodyguard argued. Eljah had taken the time to walk his way to the club (and pre-game smoke). He didn’t fully feel the effects, but the immediate boost in confidence after every hit had him ready to make a bold move if needed. He wanted to cave his own head in every time someone accused him of being underage.

“That seems racially motivated.” He enjoyed watching people’s faces when he threw out that card. It was a common misconception amongst those who have never met shadowhunters that they were all pale-skinned white dudes with insane amounts of tattoos. Eljah himself was technically white, but it was the minority of his genetics. His father was Puerto Rican, and he’d grown up in San Juan before integrating into the Mexico City Institute. He found New York bland compared to the colorful buildings, streets, and culture of his hometown.

The man guarding the door was not white either. “Go back home, kid.”

“Este imbécil,” rolling his amber eyes. He placed his hands upon his eyelids, allowing the energy in his bones to circulate. Within milliseconds, the silvery cover slithered over his vision and the energy connected to the bodyguard’s light and powdery one. Eljah focused on forcing a command into the other man’s consciousness.

A voice echoed, “ah, ah, ah, no need,” a veil laid itself over his magic, “it’s not nice to compel random people.”

“Do you gain anything from that?”

“Just slight amusement,” the acicalao with short, spiked hair responded, “I know every warlock in Brooklyn, but I don’t know you. Why’s that?”

“New in town.”

“Are you now? Well, then, why don’t I introduce you to a little New York nightlife, hm?”

“The only thing I need introduced to is something strong.”

“That can be arranged. Come on in.”

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　 　˚　　　　 . ★⋆.

Too many hyperfixations, so much to do! I'm so tired of seeing no malec x reader, they'd totally be poly in another universe.

[woodandwaxwings]

The fact that I have to specify male/gn reader for GAY characters as in NON women loving NON women is fucking insane. Female writers stop erasing characters sexuality challenge level IMPOSSIBLE apparently 😒😡

[zaceouiswriting]

The farmer (1)

Characters: Alec Lightwood x male reader, Sweet Pea x male reader

Universe: Shadowhunters/Riverdale

Warnings: implied death

I know this is an odd pairing. But this idea came to me in a pretty… dirty dream. But as you all should know by now, I have to do a rather long setup before we can move on to the interesting parts.

It was cold in the early hours of the morning. Much earlier than I'm used to being awake. I hadn't been out at these ungodly hours since I hired more workers. But to my dismay, two temporary workers hadn't shown up the day before, as they should have.

Ricko, the Chief Shepard, had pulled me from the warmth of my bed as he had done with everyone else. Wild wolves had killed three sheep. He was able to kill one of them but needed help catching the others.

With a rifle in everyone's hands, we searched even the smallest parts of the property, which took hours. It pushed back all the other work that had to be done. Even though we found the other wolves, five in total, I still wasn't happy because they had also killed one of the guard dogs.

Despite everything, I couldn't kill the trembling puppies I found, all huddled together in their small makeshift den.

I sighed heavily as the bright morning sun shone, with the puppies forming a pile in my hands, carrying them back to the house. It wouldn't be the first time I'd trained wild wolves to be guard dogs. They hadn't been out of the womb long, a few weeks at most, barely finished drinking their mother's milk.

I soon walked onto the main property, followed by Ricko and Hannah, one of the dairy workers.

“Boss!” Hannah suddenly shouted.

She was close to my ear. But I just followed her outstretched finger. In the distance, I saw two men dressed in dark colors near my home.

I felt anger rising within me. “Hey!” I called out to them. Abruptly, their heads turned in my direction. While the one on the left was a well-groomed young man with black hair and dark eyes, the other was the opposite, rather rough on the outside, wearing clothes made of rags, except for his leather jacket, which was in good condition. “Are you two, the last farmhands?”

The two men looked at each other strangely before calling back affirmatively.

Suddenly, the anger I could hardly contain deep inside burst out on my face. With quick steps, I reached them in a few moments.

The two men looked at each other again, almost as if they knew each other, but they came from vastly different areas.

“Do you both have work clothes?” I asked through gritted teeth.

The one on the left looked down and saw how overdressed he was. When he looked up again, a rosa blush laid on his cheeks.

Meanwhile, the other one also looked at him with a grin. “I already have mine on!”

Just as the left one looked at the right one, I giggled. Suddenly, both of them were focused on me again.

"No. No, you don't," I told him, chuckling dryly. "The post explicitly said you should come with work clothes on or in your bags. But I can also see that you two haven't much with you.“

I couldn't believe this idiocy. How can someone come to a farm unprepared?

"Pretty boy."

“Yes?” both men answered simultaneously.

“Left one, you’re about 180cm tall, right?”

“183,�� he answered.

His voice made me do a double take; it was deep, silky smooth. I rolled my eyes in response and shifted my attention to the other man. His grin had reappeared.

“Then you’re about 190 cm tall?”

“Give or take a few centimeters,” his voice was deep and rough.

Both men's voices gave me an obvious problem. As a shiver of excitement ran down my spine, I knew I had to get away from them quickly.

But before I did that, I looked them over again. The slightly shorter man had a smaller stature, was athletic, and probably toned underneath his clothes. While the other man was much taller and not all muscle, it seemed. At least not yet.

Without saying another word, I placed the wolf pups in the taller man's arms, turned around, opened my front door, and walked in, leaving the door open. Annoyed, I jumped upstairs and entered the first of two locked rooms. A lot of dust has already settled in it. After all, I haven't been there for two years.

I tried not to look at anything, knowing I wouldn't survive the day if I did. Slowly, I wandered around the room with my eyes almost closed, feeling around the walls until I could find the closet. Still, with my eyes closed, I pulled out whatever clothes I could find.

Out of nowhere, I could smell something. As soon as I realized what it was, it hit me like a ton of bricks. How? How could this smell still be here? Why must life endlessly taunt me?

Tears began to linger under my closed eyes. Soon, they forced me to open my eyes. But luckily, the room was dark. Even though I felt my body slowly freezing, I quickly ran outside and closed the door. I slammed my body against the door and tried to catch my breath.

I noticed that some of the clothes had slipped out of my hands. The sudden realization made me feel uneasy, causing me to almost fall to the ground. While preparing to enter the second room, I couldn't help but dread the thought of it.

I tried to suppress my feelings again and unlocked the second door. Strangely, the smell was even stronger than the last. Memories filled my mind: So many happy moments with these three. I miss their laughter, silliness, and voices. But most of all, I miss having them here.

It wasn't until a sob ripped from my throat that I realized the dam had finally broken. Before I knew it, I fell to the ground, ugly crying, as all the memories of the past flooded back, which I had successfully locked away. Why are they coming back now?

I couldn't hold back any longer. With the door wide open and me kneeling in the room right in front of a pile of clothes that hadn't moved since the accident. Somehow, his scent still clung to them. I loved this smell, it had always made me feel safe.

For a fleeting moment, I thought someone was standing at my side because it felt like a hand was gently stroking my back. From the top of my shoulder to my side. I knew the fingers would try to tickle me there, which they always did. In their words: “If you laugh, you cannot cry."

It made me feel better, even though there wasn't a hand or anyone at my side when I finally looked around.

I wiped away my tears, went to the closet, pulled out most of the clothes, and left the room. I left the door open and immersed myself in the pleasant scent. Upon returning to the other room, I opened the door, letting it stay open. I retrieved the remaining clothing items and proceeded downstairs.

Fortunately, the two men had come in together with Hannah, waiting in the open living room. As soon as she saw me, her eyes also became sad. She was obviously worried.

I stayed silent as I placed the clothes on a nearby table. I didn't even look at her anymore. “Please ask Jonathan to show these two how to clean the barns as punishment for being a day late,” I said sternly to Hannah, without a hint that anything was wrong.

Finally, I turned to the two men, looking at me uncomfortably. "Right," I mumbled, barely loud enough for anyone to hear, "call Tomas as well and tell him we have new puppies. I'll start training them tomorrow."

I could see her nodding in understanding. 

“I will be back in the evening.”

It took a while, but before I could reach the door, her voice sounded again: "Where are you going?“  Panic could be heard in her voice.

“The lake,” I answered curtly as I opened the door.

She gasped. Which wasn't surprising since I hadn't been there since the day my life fell apart two years ago.

Just as a gust of wind passed me, I felt something strange at the end of my leg. When I looked down, I saw one of the little wolves. Barely strong enough to walk.

Hannah became even more panicked as she tried to run towards me, most likely to take the wolf away from me. But much to her certain amazement, I crouched down. “Do you want to come with me?” I ask softly and gently stroke the wolf’s head.

It even tried to howl. I could only smile. 

"Come on!“ I told it, holding out my hand.

The little wolf sniffed it. A second later, I licked it and then suddenly nibbled on it.

“You’re a cheeky little guy, aren’t you?” I asked, laughing. I grabbed the wolf by the neck and examined him. “Yes, a naughty little boy.”

I put him in the palm of my hand and stroke him a little more. I even set a kiss on his head, after which he tried to get another one by following my head.

Instead of leaving the house, I went to the fridge, took a couple of small meat cubes, and put them into a small container. While doing this, the little wolf cranked his head and licked my hand. He could obviously smell the meat on it. His teeth weren't very long, but they would suffice to chew a little.

Without giving any of the three a last glance, I left the house and headed north towards a forest that was a few kilometers away. I had to go through it to reach the lake, which was located near a corner of my property. Even though the place was gloomy, I still had to go there after all these years.

[Masterlist]

[rodolfoparras]

Ok ok maybe in on a stretch here but just hear me out please‼️

Big Dick! Price x Mid/Little Dick! Reader

Like old man price having a dick too big for anyone to take to he comes across you and wants nothing more than to ride your dick dry. That big old man that’s twice your age with a dick too big that’s basically useless and him being teary-eyed and stupid from how dickmatized he is. Who would have thought that a mid sized dick would made that big man fall apart so easily. Him riding you and his large cock hard, leaky, and flopping up and down slapping on your stomach.

I got a lot more to say about this…

Thinking about Price who’s been a top all of his life mostly because of his size, until he meets you and gets to bottom for the first time.

Prep is a breeze with him, years of fucking his own toys and fantasizing about this very moment has made him able to easily take your fingers, greedy hole practically swallowing your four digits, even huffing and puffing when you insist on dragging things out because you’re afraid of hurting the man. But he assures you that he’ll be okay, sighs in relief when he finally feels you line your cockhead up with his entrance, easily sliding into him without much resistance.

It’e when you set a steady pace that he loses his head, violent sobs escaping his lips and erratically bucking his hips, his fat ass practically swallowing your dick, telling you he wants more and more and more even though you’re balls deep and fucking him so hard you’re rocking the bed beneath him.

It doesn’t take much for Price to flip the two of you around or rather demand to be flipped around and start bouncing on your cock, because he just can’t seem to get satisfied until he takes matters into his own hands. You can see the way his eyes roll into the back of his head, can hear the strangled noises slipping past his lips, can feel him grab your hand and putting it on his ass cheeks, looking content as ever as he sets a steady pace on your dick. panting harder faster deeper, please into your ear even though he’s the one riding you, making a whole mess out of himself in a matter of minutes.

And when he tips over the edge it’s like he’s a bottomless pit, his cum pooling on your stomach and staining your sheets, cock still weeping as you chase your own release. Price can’t even find it in himself to be embarrassed because just as you’ve caught your breath he’s sinking down onto your dick again.

[1971sisred]

Alec Hardy x Male reader 20+

Broadchurch | Don't open umbrella in the shade [ A.lec H.ardy x reader ]

Type : M

Retraction : Alec Hardy/Ghost male Character

Language : EG

Warning : TW,NC,SA,PWP,SV,CW,MA,MK,Rape,Rainverse,Semi-public Sex,BDSM,Bite,Oral sex,Anal sex,Spanking

Talking : Please remember Alec bottom.English not my first language and I am not writer.Enjoy reading

The detective staggered down the street. The cold wind blew across the skin until it started to sting. Along the coastal road at night mixed with the fact that it's winter. Makes the atmosphere rather lonely. In a small coastal town, no one is bothered to go out and suffer hypothermia except a drunk detective.

The detective staggered so weakly that he had to support himself on the wall with his hands to keep moving forward. He stopped in an alley to catch his breath. Standing against the wall with a headache from drunkenness.

Drops of water fell from the sky onto the detective's eyelids. The detective held out his hand to catch the rainwater. Raise his head to survey the dark sky. Realized that it was starting to rain. The detective walked into a deserted alley to escape the rain. Notice that there is a roof on top so he doesn't get wet. The detective took out the umbrella he had been carrying. Fortunately, he caught up on the weather news in the morning before leaving for work so he could prepare. The detective took cover under the shade of a metal roof. Open his own umbrella

The tall man's large hand grabbed the detective's body. His face was pressed against the wall. Confusion and panic weighed heavily on the detective's exhausted mind, nearly overpowering his drunkenness.The opened umbrella fell to the ground. The detective's chocolate eyes widened.

"What do you plan to do? This is an attack on an official."

The detective's angry tone had no effect on the man in the black hoodie. He was so close to the detective that there was no space left. This made the detective unable to move. Only the detective's mouth continued to spew curses.

The man in the hoodie let out an annoyed sigh. To stop the detective from complaining, he took off his own hoodie. Wrapped it around the detective's mouth for him to hold. The detective furrowed his brow, still unable to stop his attempt at making a sound.

The mysterious man's hand slid into the pocket of the detective's pants. The detective thought he would take out his wallet and leave, but the detective was wrong. He took out his wallet. The mysterious man opened it and looked at it with curiosity before carelessly throwing it on the floor. The detective raised his eyebrows as soon as he saw that picture.He's began to realize that perhaps the mysterious man's goals were something more sinister.

The mysterious man took the detective's handcuffs out of the detective's pocket. He used it to apprehend the sulk detective before beginning to take off the detective's belt. The detective's jaw dropped in shock. The detective gasped. Try to resist by slamming his arms and kicking with his legs. But from the angle the detective was slammed against the wall. Any action seems too difficult.

Fear began to take over the detective's mind. He is a man in his fifties. Not handsome or young Certainly not the target of being raped. The detective panicked and clenched the hoodie in his mouth. He roared in anger and struggled. The mysterious man chuckled a little before pinning the detective's arm above his head. Take off the detective's belt and place it over the detective's eyes.

He removed the detective's pants until the detective had a bare bottom. Large, rough hands began caressing the detective's body. Under the white shirt Playing with the detective's sensitive nipples

The detective roared in anger, struggling with his meager strength. The bound body was unable to fight against the stronger mysterious man. The mysterious man saw this and smiled with satisfaction. The mysterious man decided to let one hand do its normal job as he began to lower the other hand. Started touching and caressing the detective's cock as if bullying him.

"Hm..."

Detective made a groaning noise in his throat. His face lit up with panic. The detective's fragile body began to tremble slightly, and the mysterious man began to feel sympathy. The mysterious man gently stroked the detective's cock. Start moving his hands up and down to help the little detective.

Detective moaning with shame He lowered his head in embarrassment that he had never experienced before in his life. The detective began to shed silent tears. He hated it but he couldn't deny that his body loved it. White cum stains the perpetrator's rough hands. The mysterious man laughed in satisfaction at the evidence in his palm. He uses that evidence to invade the detective's body.

The little detective's body was tense. He immediately jerked his body. Try to push the foreign object away from his body. But the mysterious man wouldn't let that happen. He relies on fluid from the detective to insert his finger into the detective's body. But it still hurts. The soft hole that had never been penetrated before became more and more painful as he forced his finger into it. Taking pity on the mysterious man, he waited for the detective to adjust before moving his fingers. The detective groaned and bit the black hoodie in his mouth until it was soaked with saliva. He was so disgusted that he couldn't stand it. Little detective felt pain until my body almost broke. But after a while, the detective felt something twist in his stomach. A wave of new emotions that he had never experienced began to attack his mind and body.

The second finger began to creep in. before becoming three and four The detective's consciousness began to blur. A soft moan escaped his lovely lips that he couldn't hold back. The detective's body sucked on the mysterious man's finger as if not wanting the foreign object to leave. The mysterious man swallowed with difficulty. He immediately had trouble repressing his emotions.

The mysterious man sighed heavily. Withdraw his finger from the detective's body. He looked at the detective's trembling back with final restraint. His last straw was broken as he saw a small amount of murky liquid escaping from the detective's cock. The mysterious man slammed the detective's body down onto the ground. Spread the detective's legs wide and slide himself between them. Place the detective's legs on top of his own thighs.

The mysterious man began to take off his belt and pants in a hurry, and the sound of the action made the detective shiver. The detective's heart pounded with waves of lust and passion. He lay there obediently without being commanded. Waiting patiently for the reward he deserves.

A mysterious man inserts a foreign object into the detective's sensitive hole. He was kind enough to stop and wait for the detective to adjust until he heard the low, sexy moans coming from the detective's mouth. He clenched his jaw. He squeezed the detective's thin waist so tightly that it left red marks on his hand. He immediately moved his hips violently, not caring to wait any longer.

The detective couldn't hold back his moans any longer. Especially when a foreign object is pressed hard against his prostate. The arousal the detective gave the mysterious man made his body tremble equally. He began caressing the detective's body with one hand while the other hand squeezed the detective's neck. The panicked detective moaned and squirmed like a little shrimp. Moreover, the detective's body bent every time he was hit like a shrimp. Little Shrimp Makes Mysterious Man Hungry

He leaned down and bit the detective's neck before leaving a slash mark. Run his tongue along the detective's skin. Run his hand along the curves of the little detective. Kissed the detective's back until it left a bruise. Dragging his own tongue into patterns on the detective's back, causing him to moan heavily. The impact was not relieved. The detective was hit and weakened.

The mysterious man began to gnaw hungrily on the detective's neck again. Pain coursed through the detective's body all the way to his fingertips. He put his weight on the ground as if surrendering unconditionally. That made the mysterious man even more satisfied. The mysterious man began dragging his nails along the detective's body. Scraped the detective's skin until it left a red mark and a small amount of red blood. His hand went under the detective's shirt again. Playing with the detective's hard nipples

The mysterious man leaned down and kissed the detective's jaw and neck, leaving purple and green bruises. He ran his tongue down the detective's back and kissed it with such fervor that it left red marks and bruises all over his back. Bites the detective's shoulder until it bleeds. Licked the bite mark on the detective's neck to induce pain. The detective moaned in a combination of pleasure and pain. The detective's whole body shook like a baby bird. The detective bit the black hoodie into his mouth tightly to stifle a moan.

The detective's body weakened to the point of being weak. The detective narrowed his eyes. He held his handcuffed arms to his own chest. An unconscious detective is gripped by lust, causing him to respond to the rhythms of a mysterious man. The detective began to move his waist in sync with the intense rhythm. Crushed his own prostate until there was nothing left.

The detective is driven by desire. He moved his waist to increase their rhythm. The mysterious man smiled widely at the sight in front of him. Grabbing the detective's waist, he responded by increasing the intensity of the situation. The mysterious man picked up his pace so much that the detective couldn't keep up. Squeezing the detective's delicate little waist to the point of fearing it would break. Use his hands to draw patterns on the detective's skin. Explore the detective's intoxicating curves.

The mysterious man couldn't hold back his moans as well. The mysterious man leaned down and bit again at the wound on the detective's neck. The bite marks were soaked in blood and had been repeatedly attacked until they were almost completely crushed. The detective moaned muffledly. Someone tried to lean his head away from his teeth, but rough hands grabbed the detective's hair and forced him to remain still.

Some bodies swayed with the force of the impact. The detective's ears were speechless. His little knees rubbed the ground violently. Blood and dust mixed on the thin legs. The detective's calves tightened. Toes curled back. warm breath Cold throat stepped on Disgust and embarrassment break the wall in the detective's heart.The emotional stepped on it again and stabbed the knife into the detective's heart. Makes the detective semotional

The detective's mood fluctuated as if Rollercoaster Mixed with joy and shame The detective's fingertips were numb. The detective's knuckles dug into the ground until they turned white. Fingers red with cold The detective bit his bottom lip tightly to hold back his emotions. He tried to reach for the broken bricks to rebuild the wall in his heart.

The mysterious man began to descend, creating a wound on the detective's back. He bit down and left teeth marks all over the detective's lovely back. Pulling the detective's hair to raise his head while wrapping his other hand around the detective's waist for support and hug at the same time.

The morning light fell on some bodies. The mysterious man leaned down and pressed his body against the detective's back. The mysterious man didn't give the sun the chance to imprint on his little kitten's body.

The mysterious man sucks the bruise on the detective's neck until he moans into the detective's mouth through the black hoodie. The mysterious man couldn't stand it any longer. He untied the black hoodie from the detective's mouth. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to the detective's. Teasing the detective with his tongue Linking his tongue with the detective's tongue. Follow the detective's teeth and soft oral walls. This gave the detective a taste of his own blood through the stranger's lips.

The detective felt a warm feeling in his stomach. Warm liquid was sprayed as the detective reached his climax as well. The detective was so blinded that no black eye could be seen beneath the belt that obscured his vision. The detective's slender body twitched weakly. The detective's odor of alcohol began to disappear. It was replaced by the cool scent of a mysterious man.

The mysterious man withdrew his body from the detective. Stand up in front of the detective. He pulled the detective's soft brown hair up. The detective's large brown eyes shone brightly as they were touched by the moonlight. The mysterious man's blue eyes met the detective's and he smiled, shoving his own cock into the detective's soft little mouth.

"Don't bite,Suck it"

The detective obediently followed. Try using his small mouth to suck up large objects into his mouth. But the detective's slowness causes the mysterious man to flirt. He rammed into the detective's mouth. Press the detective's head towards himself. Sueb's throat was stuffed with something long and large. The pain in his throat and larynx brought tears to the detective's eyes. The mysterious man showed him no mercy.

"Suck it"

Out of fear, the detective is obliged to obediently comply. The detective wrapped his tongue around it. Suck and lick like it's your favorite flavor of ice cream. The mysterious man's breath suddenly stopped. The perspective, posture, emotion, every element created the most beautiful image in the mysterious man's eyes, so much so that he couldn't help but pick up his phone and take a picture. Observe and photograph the liquid that flows from the small, flimsy hole in the detective's back as well.

The mysterious man slams his hips into the detective's throat. Semen poured into the soft throat. Detective choked and tortured Cough continuously to get the liquid in his throat out. Recognizing the taste of it, he reluctantly The detective's throat burned until tears welled up in his eyes. Some of the liquid stained his cheeks and hair. Another part of his suit and shirt were stained. Once again, the mysterious man couldn't stop himself from taking photos. The mysterious man's large hands wrapped around the detective's small neck. Squeeze until the detective can't breathe. The mysterious man's fingers dug into the wound on the detective's neck, causing the detective to groan. The mysterious man leaned down and gave the detective one last deep kiss before releasing his hand from his neck. Give the detective a chance to breathe into his lungs to save his life.

The detective leaned his body against the wall, breathing heavily, raising his hand to wipe the tears from his face. The mysterious man didn't want to pay any more attention. He finished dressing himself. He picked up the pants on the floor and put them on the detective. The belt wrapped around the detective's eyes was removed. Dress the detective up completely. Reach into the detective's pocket to pull out a key and unlock the detective's handcuffs. The detective was released from his bonds. He looked up at the criminal, trying to remember their face for punishment.

The sound of rain suddenly disappeared from the detective's perception. The detective raised his eyebrows. Turning around to check the weather, before turning back, the criminal had already disappeared. The detective's eyes widened in surprise. The beloved daughter's words about her recently learned strange beliefs reappeared in the detective's memory.

"If you open an umbrella in the shade, you will see ghost..."

[soulofapatrick]

KEY:

🌶️ = NSFW

🥹 = SFW

😡 = angsty

𝓢𝓲𝓶𝓸𝓷 𝓛𝓮𝔀𝓲𝓼 𝔁 𝓕𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

Giving into Desires 🥹

Heart's Desires 1/2 🥹/😡

Heart's Desires 2/2 🥹/😡

Nightmares and Cuddles 🥹

𝓡𝓪𝓹𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵 𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓪𝓰𝓸 𝔁 𝓕𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

I Know Who You Are 🥹

Party Favours 🥹

𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝔁 𝓕𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

Lost and Found 🥹/😡

"I love you" 🥹/😡

Distractions 🥹

Domesticated (5+1) 🥹

𝓐𝓵𝓮𝓬 𝓛𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝔀𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝔁 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

Safe in your Arms 🥹

𝓐𝓵𝓮𝓬 𝓛𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝔀𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝔁 𝓕𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮r

Broken Showers aren't all Bad 🥹

Safe in your Arms 🥹

𝓙𝓮𝓶 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓼 𝔁 𝓕𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

To be written...

𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝔁 𝓕𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

To be written...

𝓖𝓪𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓵 𝓛𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝔀𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝔁 𝓕𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

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𝓖𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓛𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝔀𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝔁 𝓕𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

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TWILIGHT MASTERLIST!

Bella Swan

Male Reader

I've Moved On and I've Moved On Pt. 2 Summary: After the Volterra incident, Edward believes everything can return to normal, but what if Bella had moved on like he insisted? What if now it’s her who breaks things off? Second Chance At Love REQUEST: A new boy comes into town after Edward’s departure and manages to make Bella feel better.

Edward Cullen

Male Reader

You're Edward?! , You're Edward?! Pt. 2 and You're Edward?! Pt. 3 Summary: When Bella told m/n about the weird kid in her biology class that wouldn’t stop glaring at her, he took matters into his own hands. Traveling all the way to Forks, what m/n didn’t anticipate was for this weird kid to be hellishly handsome and very much single. Touch Starved Summary: You were touch starved and didn’t mind it. However, not everybody was fine with it. Your mate found it frustrating, especially when this distance caused rumors to swirl. Brooding Edward Summary: You don’t know when your dislike of Edward turned into adoration, but you did know that you didn’t like how close he was getting with the human, Isabella Swan.

Gender Neutral Reader

Enemy Summary: Imprinting was supposed to be a good thing, not for you though. Fate seemed to be mocking you by having your imprint be a leech—Edward Cullen, to be more specific. Doing What's Right Summary: You came to stand as witness to Renesmee’s unique nature, even when your history with her father was less than ideal. I Don't Need A Gentleman Summary: Edward is old fashioned and you love him for it, but sometimes you would like him to lose control.

Jasper Whitlock

Male Reader

Not Interested Summary: You never understood the hype over the Cullen family. Sure, they were beautiful, but didn’t anyone at school have enough common sense to notice something was off? Too bad a certain empath is smitten with you and merely finds your open disdain entertaining. Calm Down Cowboy Summary: You were a social butterfly, however, that doesn’t excuse your husband’s actions. However, was it really all bad if it led to him being possessive and taking charge. Bratty REQUEST: Jasper Hale and top male reader (No Smut) Can We Kill Her? Summary: Jasper really needs to be given an award for not killing the human, Bella Swan, for encroaching on what’s his. Kiss, Marry, Kill Summary: During your birthday party, Jessica drags you to play kiss, marry, kill. You answer the question but a certain golden eye cowboy doesn't like what he hears.

Rosalie Hale

Male Reader

Ultimatum Summary: M/n Swan, now Cullen, doesn’t care if he is breaking his wife’s heart, but watching how his sister is dying with Rosalie encouraging it makes m/n rethink their marriage. He’ll be damned if he stays silent and becomes an accomplice to this murder. Humanity Summary: What if Rosalie had been accompanied when Royce attacked her? What if her lover got turned into a vampire, and believed it was for the best to break up with Rosalie due to his new status?

Alice Cullen

Male Reader

Living For You Summary: You weren’t exactly the most normal of vampires—plagued by desires to kill yourself—the one thing that held you back was your mate, Alice Cullen.

Jacob Black

Male Reader

My Wolf REQUEST: Jacob killed the Cullens for you—being rejected by the boy he loved—what else would he do? But was he really the one who orchestrated all this?

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If those last spots aren’t full yet: Bouncing on Alecs cock like a trampoline while he whimpers bc it’s been hours and he’s so close but he hasn’t been given permission to finish yet, and the feeling of readers cunt clenching every time THEY come isn’t helping him. Maybe he lost a bet or something he he had to be the submissive one for once

(A/n: Kinktober Day 7/15! It's looking like I'm finally going to finish kinktober (for once)!!!)

Word Count: 1,070

Summary- It's not your fault he begs so prettily.

Warnings: FemDom, Begging, Edging, Subby(?)! Alec, Creampie, Not Proofread

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Alec Volturi x Dom! Fem! Reader: Beg For It

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Alec can feel your inner walls clenching and releasing around his cock, each time driving him to the brink of ecstasy. But you show no sign of slowing down.

Alec couldn't help but beg you. "Please, Amore mio," he pleaded, his voice hoarse from the effort of holding himself back; from taking control of the situation until you're the one that's desperately begging. But he doesn't, He'll allow you to have your fun just this once. "Allow me to cum. I can't take much more of this."

You smile down at him, a wicked grin that would send shivers down his spine were he still human. "Oh, Alec," you purred. "You're mine to control tonight, remember? You'll cum when I allow it."

The feeling of your tight, wet pussy clenching around him is almost too much for Alec to bear.

You lean forward to kiss him deeply, your hands slipping up his chest to tangle in his hair as you pause your grinding. You tug his head back forcefully and kiss your way along his jaw, "Just enjoy the ride..." You whisper against his ear before sitting up straight again.

Your body starts moving in a slow, sensual rhythm again, milking Alec's cock with each forward roll of your hips. The feeling of his cock twitching inside of you is exquisite, and you savor it. You know that Alec is on the brink of release, and you intend to make him wait as long as possible.

His pleading voice echoes in your ears like sweet music. "Y/n," he begs, his voice raw with need. "Please. Let me cum, just once is all I'm asking. You can have your fun, just let me cum one time..."

You never thought that hearing your mate sound so desperate, so... weak... would be this exhilarating. And the knowledge that you're the one that brought him to this -that you, a measly human, could reduce such a powerful creature to begging you so sweetly- is a power trip you never could have anticipated.

"You're so close, aren't you?" you whisper, running your fingers through his hair. "But not yet."

You lean back and begin to ride him again, your pace picking up slowly, every glide of your wet cunt around his cock driving Alec's pleasure higher and higher. You can feel him throbbing inside you, desperate for release, but you ignore it, chasing your own pleasure as you male him wait for his.

"Please," Alec begs again, his voice hoarse and pleading. "Y/n, I can't-" "You can," You interrupt, grinding down deeply before picking up the pace again. "Don't you want to be a good boy for me?" You fake a pout before breaking out into a small laugh. "It doesn't matter if you want to, you're my good boy tonight and you'll do as I say."

The low warning growl he releases is undercut by the way his hips kick up into you at the assertion. "Ah, ah, ah~" You chastise. "Careful, I don't like attitude, and I'd hate to have to leave you like this. Something tells me fucking your fist wouldn't satisfy you nearly as much as filling this pussy does."

You can see as he physically bites down on his tongue, swallowing whatever rebuttal he was going to throw your way. You can only grin down at him as he glares up at you with his piercing crimson gaze; a muscle ticks in his jaw and he begrudgingly smooths out his expression.

"Good boy," you smirk, and lean down to whisper against his ear. "Now behave."

You speed up, your inner walls clenching down around Alec's cock in time with your hips. Each thrust sends a shockwave of pleasure through his body, and you can see him struggling to maintain control.

You begin to quicken your pace, your hips slapping against Alec's cock harder and harder. You can feel him struggling to hold back now, his cock twitching more erratically inside you as it fights against the onslaught of pleasure.

A stuttered, choked sound leaves you and you clutch at his shoulders as you feel your own orgasm building. "I'm gonna cum again..." You moan, your voice shaking. You can feel it, right there at the tip of your pleasure, ready to spill out over you both.

"Let me cum with you..." Alec pleads, grasping your hips so he can rub small circles with his thumbs. His voice is soft in a way you've never heard before and it knocks you off your power trip real fast.

You shudder and grab onto his shoulders, pulling yourself upwards as you feel your orgasm crash over you. "Alec…" You moan, your body trembling with the force of it. You can feel his cock twitching inside you and it's too much; you're still sensitive from your previous orgasms and, as much as you want to prolong your dominance, you just know the feeling of his cum being pumped deep inside of you would be the cherry on top of this delicious feeling.

"Amore-" You don't let him finish before you nod. "Yes... Yes, you can cum, please cum-"

You barely finish speaking before your muscles clench down around him and you both climax, your walls squeezing him tightly as he fills you with his cum. You cry out in pleasure as you feel him pulsing inside you, your body shuddering with the force of the orgasm.

You collapse onto him, your breathing ragged as you try to catch your breath. The second you stop moving and relax your weight, the exertion of riding him for so long finally catches up and turns your legs jelly, using the draining of adrenaline to finally catch up.

For a moment, you just lay there, catching your breath and savoring the feeling of him inside you. Then, with a soft smile, you press up and kiss him gently on the lips. "See?" you whisper. "I told you you'd be a good beggar," You tease.

Alec chuckles softly, his head falling back against the pillows with a exasperated huff. "I'll never live that down, will I?" He asks, his voice still raspy from his release.

"Probably not," You agree, a playful grin returning to your face. "But it was worth it, right?"

He groans, rolling his eyes playfully. "Oh, shut up," he says, giving you a soft shove before rolling to his side and pulling you into his chest.

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Owen Writes

Male Reader Or Gender Neutral Or FTM Reader Only

Fem aligned people may interact and read but do not fetishize. No Fem Reader requests.

Masterposts:

Main Masterpost

Doctor Who Masterpost

Nameless Series Masterpost (needs a name)

ATM, I write for:

The Doctor (9,10,11,12,14,15) - Doctor Who

Rory Williams - Doctor Who

Captain Jack Harkness - Doctor Who

Alec Hardy - Broadchurch

Cale Erendreich - Bad Samaritan

Campbell Bain - Takin' Over The Asylum

Crowley - Good Omens (Will Do Poly Ineffable Husbands)

Saul Silva (Platonic) - Fate, The Winx Saga

Cullen Family (Platonic) - Twilight

Sierra Six - The Grey Man

Jonah Simms - Super Store

James Marriott

Lucifer Morningstar - Netflix Lucifer

Rules:

No smut! I may write smut if I want to but will not write requests that are smut. (Basically if I get horny and want to indulge, I will.)

All smut I do write is for 18+ only. You're reading my work at your own discretion and I am not responsible for what you read on the Internet.

Gore wise - no explicit descriptions but cannon typical stuff I'm okay with.

I can delete any request if it makes me uncomfortable

I'm not really a fan of AUs or anything that strays too far from cannon.

Can be a platonic or romantic relationship. Aka dad or husband? (Basically I have some deep daddy issues)

I like to have dialogue prompts to start off. But it's okay if not. (I lack the creative fuse to make up a story but can sure as hell write em.)