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jaredwnch · 1 month ago
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You were supposed to be in control.
You were—for the first few minutes. Straddling Alec’s hips, riding him slow, grinding just right while his hands clenched the sheets like he was hanging on for dear life.
But then you moaned his name—soft and breathy, like you meant it—and something snapped in him.
Now?
Now you’re on your back, legs spread wide, pinned beneath the full weight of a panting, sweat-slick transgenic whose pupils are blown and whose grip on your thighs is bruising.
“Fuck—baby, you keep squeezin’ me like that, I’m not pullin out.”
You claw at his shoulders, brain foggy, body melting beneath each thrust. He’s so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach. His pace is filthy—possessive. Like he’s trying to carve his name inside you with every roll of his hips.
“Alec—”
“Nuh uh,” he pants, hand sliding between your hips to press against your lower belly, right where he’s hitting. “You feel that? Right there? That’s where I’m gonna fill you up.”
Your eyes roll back.
“You want it, don’t you?” he growls into your neck. “Want me to make you mine. Want me to breed you—fuck, I can feel you clenching—”
You nod helplessly, gasping, legs wrapping around his waist like your body already knows what it wants.
“Say it,” he breathes, thrusting deep and slow, “Say you want it.”
“I want it,” you cry out, “I want you to come inside me, Alec—please—”
That’s it.
He groans—deep, like it’s being ripped from his chest—and buries himself to the hilt, twitching, filling you up with everything he’s got while he presses his forehead to yours.
“Mine,” he whispers, shaking. “All mine.”
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whumpologyy · 1 month ago
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“Please, you don’t have to do this…”
“I know I don’t have to - I want to do this. I get to do this.”
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aprill-99 · 11 months ago
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Assistant: “This whole criminal empire thing takes a lot more paperwork than I thought.”
Boss: “It’s called organized crime for a damn reason Sheryl.”
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heavenlytouches · 10 months ago
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I'd love to see Emmett bringing his human gf to meet his family. She and Rose get along already as she has a little 1 yr old that Rose gets to coo over. 💖 I can see Alice buying ALL the outfits too lol! Please and thank you!
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Hello love! Thank you so so much for a request and thank you for adding this adorable gif TwT. Let's jump in and meet Cullens, shall we? ^^ El <3
Emmett Cullen- one of us
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FEM reader
<3 (SFW)
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Meeting your boyfriends family ^^
Reader has a lil' baby :3
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Emmett Cullen
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The rain pattered gently against the windowpane, a soft symphony that filled the air of the Cullen home. Outside, the usual gray skies of Forks loomed heavy, but inside the grand house, there was a warmth that belied the chill.
You peered nervously around the spacious living room, your heart fluttering like a caged bird. Today was the day you would meet Emmett’s family, the infamous Cullens—and you had no idea what to expect.
Emmett stood beside you, his muscular arm brushed against yours as if to anchor you to the moment. He flashed you that charming, toothy grin that made your heart race. His presence exuded both strength and warmth, and his laughter had a sweetness that lulled your anxiety.
“Relax, babe! They’re going to love you.”
He reassured, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on your forehead.
“And trust me, Rosalie already likes you, it’s basically a done deal.”
Emmett’s sister Rosalie was known for her beauty and a no-nonsense attitude, but you had already connected with her through brief conversations.
The way she cooed and fawned over your one-year-old—gently combing her fingers through the tiny baby’s hair—revealed a softer side that you found enchanting.
As you waited, the door creaked open, allowing a shadow to spill into the room. Alice bounded in, her petite figure a whirl of energy. She spotted you immediately and squealed with delight.
“There she is! The beautiful human who stole my brother’s heart!”
Alice exclaimed, her voice like bells. She rushed over, enveloping you in a warm hug before stepping back to take you in.
“And look at your little one!”
With a gleeful shriek, she turned her attention to the baby nestled in your arms, her dark eyes glinting with affection.
“Oh, I need to buy her ALL the outfits! Wait I think mom has something from when I was a baby-”
She declared, her hands already reaching for imaginary fabric swatches as she dove into fashion fantasies.
You couldn’t help but laugh at Alice’s enthusiasm. Her excitement was contagious, your anxiety slowly melting away.
“She has enough clothes, but thank you so much.”
You chided playfully, cradling your baby closer.
Just then, Rosalie entered with a soft breeze, her presence immediately commanding attention. She glided across the room, all grace and poise. But when she reached your side, her demeanor softened, and you felt her genuine warmth.
“Hello dear, wow you look so beautiful today”
Rosalie cooed, glancing up at you with sincerity in her eyes.
You smiled and felt your cheeks flush.
“Thank you, Rosalie.”
Her approval meant the world, and you could see why Emmett adored her.
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As more of the Cullen clan trickled in, including Carlisle, Edward, Jasper and Esme with their welcoming smiles, the atmosphere of camaraderie enveloped you.
Each member of the family shared little quirks that made you feel like a part of their peculiar world.
With every passing moment, laughter filled the air. You told stories about your life as Emmett teased you in affectionate ways, giving his siblings a glimpse into the human experience you cherished.
The living room transformed into a cozy hub of shared laughter and warm glances. Rosalie, who had perched next to you with your baby on her lap, regaled everyone with tales of motherhood that you had never imagined coming from her.
Alice was right there, capturing every precious moment with a quick snap of her camera, while Jasper stood off to the side, content to absorb the joy around him with a smile.
“Let me tell you, taking care of a little one is like preparing for a battle. They have these tiny weapons called tantrums.”
Rosalie said with a mock seriousness, sending everyone into fits of laughter again.
You chuckled, sharing in the warmth of the moment. As you looked around, you felt an overwhelming sense of belonging rush over you. This strange family, these vampires who moved in shadows and light, felt closer than you ever imagined they could.
Suddenly, Emmett cleared his throat dramatically, silencing the room.
“I propose a toast-”
He declared, lifting an imaginary glass.
“To my gorgeous girlfriend and her equally adorable daughter! May they both shine brighter than the sun!”
You blushed, glancing down at your baby who giggled at her father’s antics, her laughter harmonious with the family’s supportive cheers. Each member followed suit, sharing warm sentiments about you, a flood of love that made your heart swell.
As the evening wore on, you caught moments of quiet intimacy with Emmett. He would sneak in small kisses and whispered compliments, adding to the warmth bubbling inside you.
“Can you believe this is really happening?”
He murmured, leaning close.
“You’re amazing, you know that? I can’t wait for more days like this.”
His words filled you with joy, and as you gazed into his loving eyes, you felt a connection that seemed to penetrate the boundaries of time and space.
Later, when the rain poured harder outside, creating a soothing cadence against the windows, Alice cornered you again, her playful demeanor ever-present.
“I think Rosalie and I should take you shopping tomorrow—after all, you and your baby need to be the best-dressed in Forks!”
You grinned at the idea, the thought of spending time with Alice and Rosalie bringing you a sense of eagerness.
“That sounds like a lot of fun!”
As the night concluded, you felt enveloped in comfort, the weight of the world slipping away. You looked around at the family who had welcomed you with open arms and felt grateful in every sense.
Outside, the rain began to taper off, and a sliver of moonlight broke through the clouds, casting a soft glow on the house. You realized that this was just the beginning of an incredible journey, one that would intertwine your life with Emmett's and his beautiful family—a tapestry woven in love, laughter, and a tiny bit of chaos.
With a smile on your face and warmth in your heart, you knew you had found your place in this twilight realm—forever cherished in the embrace of love and family.
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This one was pure fluff and family love! I adore soft Cullens, that's way too pure for my soul TwT
I hope y'all liked this one ^^
Don’t forget, requests are always open and I can write for any character you’d like!
I love you guys so much <33
El <3
(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)
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sonreyes · 2 years ago
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werewolfsmile · 1 year ago
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Yeehaw, have another product my hyperfixation!!
[watch it on youtube]
This was so much fun to make despite being a bit tedious at times. I hope you all get some enjoyment out of it like I did!
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zepskies · 9 days ago
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LIVE ATTRACTION
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Pairing: Alec McDowell x Fem!Reader
Summary: In the middle of a strip club, you crack through Alec’s mask of devil-may-care.
AN: I so love that Alec was requested for the 5K Celebration! I missed this guy. ❤️ Thanks so much @chevroletdean for requesting this!
Word Count: 700
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. [Set during 2x08] angst and make-out spice
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What the hell is she doing?
Alec’s mouth twisted in a half perplexed, half amused smile while you absently twisted his hair around your fingers like you were petting a shaggy dog.
Your eyes were scanning the club, trying to think of a plan to jailbreak the transgenic currently being featured as the strip club’s aquatic attraction—a live “mermaid.”
The young woman might have had gills, but she was no mythological creature. She had been fished out of the harbor and stuck in a glass prison. AKA: a huge fucking fish tank.
Men watched her from all angles while she floated in there. She couldn’t avoid their leering faces. She couldn’t escape without causing a scene, and quite possibly, she needed that watery cage to survive.  
When Alec told you how he’d seen her the last time he visited this crusty fucking dive, you were thoroughly disgusted. You guys had to help her.
But to get in here, you had to play the part of a working girl. So far, Alec didn’t think he was getting his fifty dollars’ worth. Sure, you were perched all pretty in his lap. His hands were occupied by your smooth thighs (over your skirt). But you weren’t exactly selling it.
“You haven’t done this before, have you?” he remarked.
You glanced down at him, your lips pursing. “Shut up. Unlike you, I’m actually trying to help your transgenic friend.”
“Hey, she’s not my friend. We haven’t even properly met… Though gotta admit, I don’t mind the gills.”
You shot him a sour look. “You both lived on the Manticore compound—”
“Doesn’t mean I speak orca,” he snipped.
You grabbed a fistful of his hair this time. You pulled his head back so he’d meet your eyes, hoping it’d finally shut him up. He just gave you a lazy, devilish smirk. A mask, however annoying.
You tilted your head as you stared down at him, trying to find the cracks you’ve seen before.
“You know, you’re not half the asshole you pretend to be,” you said.
Alec hesitated, raising a brow. “You sure about that?”
Hmph. Your grip relaxed on his hair. Slowly, your hand moved down to his cheek. Your thumb brushed across his chin, then that plush lower lip. His sharp eyes, the arrogance, the cocky nonchalance—it all hitched along with his subtle breath.
His own grip tightened, his fingers pressing into the flesh of your thighs on reflex. Your heart trilled a syncopated beat, out of step with the house music reverberating hard in your chest. That same rhythm began to pulse between your legs, the higher Alec’s hand slid up your thighs. They disappeared under the skirt of your dress and teased more tender, flirtatious lines along the lacy hem of your panties.
His lips tugged at a smile, like he was tempted to smirk, but it was also more than that. The way he looked at you was more.
You sucked in a shaky breath, and your own resolve snapped.
You held his face with both hands and lured him into a kiss.
Just as you thought, those sinful lips could move. They plied you with expert coaxing, a wordless siren song of need. You demanded just as much, sucking his tongue into your mouth and earning a surprised moan from the back of his throat. His iron grip moved to squeeze your ass. Your fingers sunk back into his hair, your nails raking his scalp.
He barely even felt the sting, but what he did feel was fucking extraordinary.
Flashing lights didn’t matter when your eyes were shut tight. Ear-splitting music didn’t matter when all you could hear was the blood pounding in your ears—
Until Alec’s superior hearing sharpened to the sound of a fistfight, male patrons booing, security guards getting their asses handed to them.
Alec hated himself for it, but he managed to drag his lips away from yours just long enough to see a tall man’s black coat draping behind him. Alec thought he smelled the musty hint of harbor water earlier, but his eyes widened when the guy used more strength than the average man possessed to bust his elbow through the glass.
The girl in the tank smiled in relief.
Her glass cage shattered.
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AN: I was tempted to write something set in the Being Human storyverse, but this feels good as its own little thing. Hope you enjoy! ❤️
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alexanderlightweight · 2 months ago
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Wednesday prompt - Clary/Jase/Izzy etc try to justify something by claiming that 'you only met/got together with Magnus because of our decisions so they can't be that bad' only for Alex to fire back about the inevitability of their meeting, even without being institute/warlock leaders & politic meetings, there is no world in which he would look upon Magnus and fall. (Meanwhile, Magnus is either swooning, about to swoon when he hears, or ready to 'prove' how inevitable they are - in bed ;)
i hope you enjoy what my brain came up with, it's been a bit but here it is <3
lumine
whispers in the night
“Oh please, it’s because of Clary that you even met Magnus. You wouldn’t have had your happily ever after if it wasn’t for her! In fact it’s also because of me! Since you know, I found out because of Camille.” Simon’s voice lowers at that last bit and he looks around, as if wary the name will summon her.
Amusing, but it takes at least grave dirt for that.
Izzy winces at Simon’s usual lack of tact but even when Alec glares at her, she just shrugs in a way Alec knows means ‘well he’s not wrong’.
Worse, Jace and Clary agree. 
Out loud.
In a bar full of shadowhunters and downworlders both.
Alec is about to be known as the HOTI with the most incompetent family. Especially since his mother’s deruning is public knowledge at this point. 
Worse, at least five of the downworlders in the back crowd work for Magnus in some capacity.  Alec can recognize how the magic on him reacts to the magic they’re sworn to.  They’ll also have noticed the reaction and be keeping an eye on him for Magnus’ sake and probably an ear too.
Every one in the shadowworld knows that Magnus Lightwood-Bane loves to hear what his shadowhunter husband is up to.  Magnus has the biggest spy network that crosses both shadowhunter and downworlder lines and it’s centered around gossip of Alec and no one’s even noticed.
“Well I will admit that it’s because of Clary that I met Magnus in combat, twice on the same night. But Magnus and I were always fated to meet, it was just a matter of time.”
“Okay, but Lydia! You would have already been married before you even met Magnus.” Simon points it out quickly but Izzy and Jace both wince.  Alec is glad to see that at least they’re smart enough to see the issue of this particular logic.
“I wouldn’t have had to think about marriage for another six years by my original plans if Clary hadn’t shown up. I only even met Lydia when she was sent over because of the waves Clary was making. The very thing that caused our parents to push me for a political marriage was Clary’s existence and presence.”
Alec can do this all day.
In fact he’d be delighted to, if it helps hammer some sense into them.
“Wait, what do you mean all of that happened because of me?” Clary doesn’t sound horrified, she sounds vaguely defensive and Alec sighs.
“Well you showed up and insisted on dragging with you a mundane who had no business in a world that ended up killing him. You got over a dozen of my shadowhunters killed because you didn’t follow orders. Not to mention how many on behalf of the Clave.  I know you didn’t understand those orders, but that’s exactly why you should have listened. To at least learn what you shouldn’t do, if you were still going to disobey.
“It’s the same reason that dozens of downworlders are dead because of you.  Perhaps not your direct actions all the time, but even just your presence has caused death. The main New York pack alpha changed because of you and Simon.  It happened through Luke but it was because of you. The power structures recentered themselves, dozens of vampires died because again, you brought Simon along.  True, they shouldn’t have kidnapped him but unlike you, they didn’t have the ability to defy orders so defiantly and they were under orders.  You were not. In fact you often ignored orders, suggestions, commands and even begging at times. If you hadn’t insisted on dragging Simon with you despite repeated warnings, none of that would have happened.”
Jace is beginning to glower at him but there’s also red high on his cheeks and his ears and Alec has a feeling that the year he spent with his grandmother before Clary got her memories back was good for his self-restraint.  Shocking as it is to think that Imogen has any, let alone the ability to teach it.  Alec feels like the old politician is just too stubborn and Jace too happy to have a family. 
Izzy is looking at the table, the ceiling, her bracelet... anywhere but Simon, Clary or Alec’s own face.
Simon looks disturbed, as if he’s only just realized quite a few things and also like he might lose his dinner.  
Which Alec will not forgive.  
If Simon ruins Alec’s new shirt — that Magnus picked out for tonight — then Alec will sit Simon down and point out every single instance in which Clary either deliberately put him in danger, ignored him, or the times Simon himself created chaos and then cried foul about it.
It’s been almost a year of being back after two years gone and things are still in the fond memory stage of things regarding Clary.  Alec is happy to stir up bad memories before he will let anyone start pulling ‘Clary saved the world’ bullshit again.
By Raziel, Alec barely handled not starting a massacre the first time it popped up and he knows for a fact that it was either Izzy or Simon or Jace who started it.
Thankfully, while she’s quick to believe any accolades and praise of herself, Clary is less quick to claim such a great feat after all she’s lost.
That doesn’t mean Alec won’t keep an eye on her though.
“My point is—” Alec says, because he actually does have one. “Is that while Clary certainly caused enough disaster for me to meet Magnus several times over, her actions could have just as likely kept us apart. It certainly didn’t help us get together. What was always going to bring Magnus and I together is the Institute’s wards. Even discounting my eventual full promotion to Head, I was already a Commander. The wards were due for a touch-up even before the experimental forsaken invaded, it just got delayed because of all the waves Valentine and Clary were both making. And Magnus has been the holder of the Institute wards for decades, our meeting was set into fate since before you were born.”
Clary is frowning at him, but her face has been like that since he finished pointing out all the shit she pulled.
Simon looks like he wants either the booth to swallow him whole, or to sink under the table and melt into the shadows like a rat.
Perhaps literally.
“But the whole reason you and Magnus are together is because you met when you did, right?”
Alec blinks at Simon because really, he’s trying way too hard to win this.  Alec suddenly has a suspicion that perhaps it’s either because Simon wants downworlder credit for helping introduce them, or it's for a bet.
Simon’s been notorious at betting with Maia, Lily and Gretel and while it’s kept on the downlow who wins and who loses, Alec’s heard the stakes are intense.
“I mean, while watching Magnus kill a rogue shadowhunter certainly charmed me, it wasn't the best setting to get to know each other.” Alec smirks, “I would have been just as charmed to see him come check the wards. I don’t think there’s a universe or setting imaginable where I wouldn’t be interested the moment I saw Magnus.”
“I can assure you darling, I feel the same.”
Magnus' voice comes from beside them and Alec gets up automatically, turning to find Magnus there, arms ready to come around him.
There’s a moment where they greet, lips meeting in casual tenderness before parting and Alec lets himself relax into the possessive hands of his husband. Fingers dip greedily beneath his shirt as Magnus palms the small of his back and then trails his fingers further still.
“Alexander and I were always going to meet eventually.” Magnus looks at the table with the same amount of aloof boredom he exudes around Lorenzo Rey and his ilk. “In fact I believe I could have wooed him within a day, if your presence and actions hadn’t backed him into a corner. In fact he never would have gotten engaged if he’d made drinks with me, I can assure you that. However, why did he miss drinks? Oh, because you and Simon ran off and then got yourselves kidnapped.”
Ah.
Alec had forgotten that Magnus is still nursing quite a grudge about the whole thing.  Especially when Alec had also admitted that if it hadn't been for Clary, he probably would have been in Magnus' arms if not his bed very quickly. 
Clary’s presence had brought both the eye of the Clave and the focus of Alec’s parents and that is why he’d backed off and been so hesitant. 
However, if Alec had a chance to have an actual date or night with Magnus, like the drinks they never got, he probably would have enough of a taste to stand up for what he wanted. As it is, Alec hadn’t been willing to risk everything on just a possibility, but if Magnus and he had gotten that opportunity before the wedding kiss.
Well, anything could have happened.
And Magnus knows it.
Alec presses another kiss to Magnus' jaw to hide the smirk tugging at his own lips.
“At least I invited you to the wedding.” Izzy offers, as if trying to deflate the entire debacle.
“Izzy. I really don’t think you want to hear mine or Magnus’ thoughts about the wedding and why it was even brought up.”
Izzy seems to remember then that she was a part of the cause and she shoves a handful of colorful candy in her mouth.
“As delightful as it is to hear you all try to take credit for mine and Alexander’s relationship—” here Magnus gives them all a cold, steady stare. Because while not entirely caused by them alone, almost every hurdle in their relationship has been caused or started by his siblings and Clary or Simon.  Even if it was just the situation they found themselves in. “I’ve already let you have him for longer than agreed upon. I’d like my husband all to myself for once.” 
Alec gives a polite nod and just steps closer and away with Magnus, that’s as much as a goodbye as they’re getting from him tonight.
“You’re early.” Alec murmurs once he’s sure he’s been touching Magnus long enough for Magnus' sound-muffling ring to encompass him as well.
“Well they didn’t notice and someone texted me. They seemed to think there was about to be a brawl if I didn’t come to collect you.”
“I wasn’t about to start a fight.” Alec is offended, he was using his words. Not his fists or weapons.
“Not you darling, the topic of conversation was bringing up some bad memories. Hardly your fault—” well actually, it technically is since Alec normally keeps this kind of discussion behind sound-proofed walls.
However they implied things about him and Magnus that Alec couldn’t allow. As if their relationship is contingent on anything other than instinct and want combined with effort.
This might make tensions for Clary a bit rough again but she’s handled and inflicted worse. Maybe this will finally teach her and Simon to be more careful with their words, but Alec feels like that’s just wishful thinking.
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ghostlyarchaeologist · 2 years ago
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Evolution of Eliot/Hardison hugs over the years.
And the one time that Eliot really needed a hug:
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Leverage S02E08/S03E10/S04E01/S04E07/S04E10/S05E09/Leverage Redemption S01E16/S02E06.
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kitoclock · 4 months ago
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No thoughts, just;
Theo being taken by the Dread Doctors for the sole purpose of isolated experimentation, speaking to him only in French for 10 years to isolate him further. When Scott’s pack unexpectedly finds and rescues him, he has no understanding of pack dynamics, affection or how to communicate what’s been done to him over the years. How could he even begin to heal from all the trauma when the world looks so vastly different as an 18 year old than it did as an 8 year old?
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blackthornish · 28 days ago
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"“I almost lost you,” Alec said. “I’ve gotten so used to thinking of you as immortal. But none of us are.” He tried to keep his hands from shaking; he was more nervous than he thought he would be. “None of us are forever. But at least I can do everything I can to let you know how much I love you with every day that we do have.” He took a deep breath. “I wish I could promise you a completely uneventful, peaceful life at my side. But I have a feeling we’ll always be surrounded by adventure and chaos.” “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” said Magnus. “When I found you, I didn’t know what I was finding,” Alec said. “Words about things that are beautiful and precious to me don’t come easily. You know that. You know me better than anyone.” He licked his dry lips. “And when one day people look back on me and what my life meant, I don’t want them to say, ‘Alec Lightwood fought in the Dark War’ or even ‘Alec Lightwood was Consul once.’ I want them to think, ‘Alec Lightwood loved one man so much he changed the world for him.’”"
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leverage-ot3 · 1 year ago
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okay I absolutely get and adore harry being oblivious about ot3 developments, but consider:
after breanna makes it explicitly clear she’s queer in the card game job, harry starts Researching™
he’s trying to be good, be better. he likes this girl and wants to be there to support her and be her friend, someone she can trust. it doesn’t help that she’s around the same age as his daughter, who barely wants to associate with him anymore
he learns breanna is queer and dives into researching. watching TED talks in his spare time. reading ebooks on his phone in between playing roles in a con (bringing a physical book is less convenient and he doesn’t want to wave around the fact that he’s researching like he’s trying to be performative about it). he reads about legislation and book bans and wonders about how they could work their magic through a con to fix those things. he reads about asexuality and recognizes the flag colors from the sticker on breanna’s laptop, which he files away for later
he learns a lot! he has been peripherally aware of queer stuff- it’s kind of hard not to be in the 2020s, but now he is much more informed on a lot of issues. he has memorized at least 50 different labels and terms and has an index of resources in his head (and on his phone) if anyone might need them. he wants to understand the people he loves and cares about, whether it’s breanna or one of his daughter’s friends, or anyone in his life that is queer and he doesn’t know it yet. he wants to be ready and prepared to support them!
he learns about sapphicness and bisexuality and intersex rights and the gender spectrum. he learns about karyotypes and stonewall and other queer history. he learns about kink (blushing, but still reads because it’s important!) and relationship diversity… which leads him to discover the term polyamory
he tries not to actively apply the terms he has learned on the people in his life because he knows it’s wrong to assume things about other people. BUT. harry spends a few days reflecting on parker, hardison and eliot’s interactions and wonders. he thinks about the long hugs and lack of personal space and near telepathic communication not just between parker and hardison, but parker and eliot AND hardison and eliot. how parker knows how to make eliot take care of himself, how he knows when she forgets to eat because she’s so hyperfixated on planning a con. how parker jumps on his back for fun and no matter what, he always catches her. hardison’s absence is felt when he’s gone, deeply by the both of them.
it could just be a deep friendship, he knows. they have been working and living together for over a decade, of course they would be close!!! maybe they could even be queerplatonic! (another new word he learned!)
but. still. he quietly observes, watches closely, and thinks.
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heavenlytouches · 9 months ago
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Can I request Edward's mate adopting a little baby boy? She knew the mother who passed in childbirth and didn't have any family. I could see the ladies of the Cullen clan just jumping into Grammy/auntie mode. 😍😭 Please and thank you!!!
Hello dear! Thank you so so much for a request! Also I apologise for not being active, college will kill me sooner or later TwT but let's get writing ^^
El <3
Edward Cullen- baby fever
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FEM reader
<3 (SFW)
TW- none
Edward's mate adopts a baby
MOTHER! reader
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Edward Cullen
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You had always thought that love took on many forms, but nothing prepared you for the tidal wave of emotion when you cradled the tiny bundle in your arms.
The sweet little boy, barely a year old, was soft and warm, his small fingers curling around yours. The moment you spotted him at the adoption agency, tears of joy had filled your eyes. Perhaps it was fate that had led you to this child- one born of heartbreak, yet bestowed upon you as a radiant possibility for love.
When you informed Edward of your decision to adopt, his golden eyes lit up with a mixture of surprise and delight.
Edward Cullen, the gentle vampire, had always shared his heart with you, and in that warm kitchen under the soft glow of the pendant light, he enveloped you in his embrace.
“You’re going to be the best momma.”
He whispered, his voice a melodious sound that wrapped around you like a soft blanket. How could you not fall deeper in love with him in that moment?
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As you settled into the rhythm of motherhood, it became evident that you weren’t the only one enchanted by the baby’s presence. Alice, Rosalie, and Esme, the beautiful members of the Cullen clan, transformed into the most loving aunties one could possibly imagine. It was a surreal sight, witnessing the three graceful vampires practically bounce with delight as they shared their excitement over the newest addition to the family.
“Can we pick a name? I want to help!”
Alice chirped one afternoon, her eyes sparkling like sunlit diamonds. Her childish enthusiasm added a sprinkle of magic to the cushiony living room filled with laughter and warmth.
You smiled at her.
“I was thinking about calling him Jacob. It was his mother’s father’s name.”
You could see a fleeting shadow cross Edward’s face, but as ever, he quickly masked it with a tender smile.
Alice squealed.
“I love it! Jacob, little Jake! So cute!”
She began bouncing around the room, her excitement infectious, and before you knew it, she was pulling you along to the grand piano in the corner, attempting to come up with a sweet melody to welcome the baby officially.
Rosalie had an uncanny ability to go all-in on anything related to kids, despite her elegance. She grinned ear to ear as she conjured up images of little Jake and her in a garden of flowers, where she would play princess with him.
“Oh, I can’t wait to make you a little prince for all those tea parties, Jake! You will love pink lemonade!”
Rosalie declared, her soft laughter echoing off the walls.
Esme, the nurturing matriarch, offered you a warm cup of tea while knitting a tiny blue sweater for Jacob.
“You know, dear,”
She said, her voice soft and kind,
“being a mom is about finding the beauty in every little moment. Cherish every giggle, every tear. You’ll be incredible- just like Edward.”
You turned to Edward, who was sitting on the couch, watching the lively scene unfold around you with that tender smile you adored. He was so sweet, so patient, sometimes you almost forgot he could do more than love; he could express his love in countless ways.
The way he looked at you, love shining in his eyes, reassured you that Jacob would grow up in the warmest environment, surrounded by family.
That evening, with twilight wrapping the Forks sky in hues of blue and gray, you found yourself nestling on the couch, Jacob asleep on your lap, tiny breaths making you feel inexplicably whole. Edward perched beside you, radiating calm in the way only he could.
“Can you believe how much they all love him already?”
You whispered, running your fingers along Jacob’s soft hair.
Edward chuckled softly, his tone filled with a sweetness that made your heart swell.
“It’s hard not to love him. He’s part of us now. A little bundle of joy- and he brings out the best in everyone. Even Rosalie and Alice.”
You both shared a laugh, each recalling the beautiful chaos earlier, with Alice orchestrating a mini tea party while Rosalie insisted that they had to have princess crowns fairy lights and all.
“Let’s not forget Esme trying to convince me about baby food recipes,”
You countered, grinning at the memory.
Edward leaned closer, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“It was charming watching them all jump into granny and auntie mode. It’s like they’ve been waiting to spoil him their whole lives.”
You sighed contentedly, comfortably wrapped in the warmth of family, in Edward’s affection, and in the profound joy that Jacob had brought into your lives.
As the moonlight spilled into the room, creating a gossamer glow, Edward turned to you, his expression earnest.
“You know, there’s something magical about this. Bringing Jacob into our lives, it’s not just parenting; it’s creating a story together. A beautiful tapestry interwoven with love.”
You looked deeply into his golden eyes, feeling every pulse of love between you two.
“And I couldn’t imagine sharing this journey with anyone but you,”
You replied, your heart swelling with emotion.
Just then, Jacob stirred in his sleep, lifting one tiny hand toward Edward, who instinctively caught it in his fingers. The irony was not lost on you; a vampire, capable of extraordinary things, captivated by the simplest yet most profound gestures.
In that moment, you knew- love had taken root in the most unexpected places, and together, your little family was bound to grow, not just in number but in an unbreakable bond. No matter the challenges, you would face them together, and every heartbeat, every giggle from your son would echo through the years as a reminder of the purest form of love you had created.
As the night stretched on, you felt something extraordinary- love brimming in your heart, like soft laughter floating through the twilight air, uniting Edward, Jacob, and you in a world that felt just right.
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I'm so so sorry but I had to name him Jacob xD
Don’t forget, requests are always open and I can write for any character you’d like!
I love you guys so much <33
El <3
(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)
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deansbite · 9 months ago
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AFAB READER!! 18+ mdni
alec had been leaning back on the couch, you've been sat on his lap, his cock has been sat in your cunt nicely. It'd been god knows how long since your walls had adjusted to his length. and ever since then, he hadn't moved an inch.
unless — you were actually done whining and moaning about his dick lodged in you and were focusing on the show, then he'd intentionally thrust just a tiny bit deeper before retracting.
you could barely even handle his full length, much less having him go deeper — you didn’t even know he could go deeper than he already was.
and that would repeat until now. you were settled and finally could get your mind off of the fact that you were cockwarming him. but alec.. well, he had other plans.
“i can barely see the tv screen now. c’mon, baby lean back, that way you can lean to the side and i’ll be able to watch.”
“but you already.. uh — nevermind.”
“i what? c’mon you want to talk back, so go on, i’m all ears.”
“alec i didn’t mean it like that —”
“ohno, nono, don’t take it back, tell me.”
and as you opened your mouth to oblige and continue, alec raised his hips — quick, with his superhuman speed.
you yelped when his tip rubbed against your cervix — which was probably bruised with the amount of times he thrusted up into you in the span of god knows how long.
“speak up, come on.” alec urged, his smut tone evident. his hands eventually rested on your hips, guiding you to bounce up and down on his length whilst he assisted with some occasional thrusts.
you instinctively clenched around him. “so fucking tight.” he gasped out.
“c’mon, i know how much you enjoy this, hell, i do too. but, i am gonna need you to finish that fucking sentence of yours.”
“i can’t —” you yelped as he slammed you down on his length whilst raising his hips at the same down.
you weren’t paying attention when one of alecs hands went up and he stuck his fingers into your mouth. you immediately swirled your tongue around them. alec seemed pleased — considering his fingers were like a plug to make you shut up.
both you and him knew he had a lot of stamina so he would go on for however long he wanted — which usually ended up with you so fucked out you can barely even form coherent sentences.
“that’s it, atta girl, finally taking the hint and closing that pretty mouth of yours.”
all you could do was whine which was just a slight bit fainter and much softer with his slender fingers in your mouth.
alec kept the same harsh and quick pace of you bouncing and him thrusting up occasionally. which caused a few groans to escape alecs mouth.
he could immediately tell when you were close. “hold it.”. he knew if his fingers weren’t in your mouth and you weren’t currently sucking him into your warmth, you would probably stomp your foot and complain.
but he could really care less. “i wantcha to fucking control it. if you can control how whiny and how much you complain, the least you could do is hold your goddamn orgasm.”
he was slightly annoyed. and both you and he knew if you didn’t listen, he’d make sure you’d regret in one way or another.
“shit, could fuck this soaking pussy all day. you’re so warm — fuck.”
and so he did, his thrusts not coming to a halt no matter how long he’s made you hold in your orgasm and even if you did cum at least six times within the span of an hour, he kept going.
that was simply Alec McDowell.
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um!! yea this is not a lot because i wasnt in the mood to write a lot but i hope. this is good enough
tags: @fallbhind @beausling @gibson-g1rl @dollsltt @psychicnatural
special tags: @pearlzier @deanswidow (cause from what i know they love alec!! (not as much as me but</3))
uhh yea this was fun to write
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rodolfoparras · 2 years ago
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Thinking about König and the kinks he likes to indulge in
Pairing: König x Top Male Reader
Content tags: 18+, MINORS DNI, size kink, degradation, riding, blow jobs,
A/N: Another quick Drabble pls excuse any mistakes and I hope you enjoy!
Thinking about König having a size kink, likes to watch himself in the mirror while you fuck him, likes to see how completely engulfed he is in your embrace while you’re thrusting your cock into his hole.
Thinking about König with a size kink having an obscenely large dildo collection just to better prepare himself for your cock, using them while on the field and sometimes when on leave but even with all that prep he can never escape the pleasant burn that comes with taking your length. He especially loves using his dildos while on leave because you’re there to help him, sticking them to the floor, grabbing ahold of his shirt to help him up the toy only to roughly push him back onto them.
Thinking about König with a size kink who loves when you point out how small and cute his cock is, purposely wearing your clothes that are way too big on him, that drown him completely, with the tip of his dick just barely peaking past the clothing, having you point out his little size while he’s riding your cock even going as far as lightly flicking it and having him turn so red and fucking embarrassed but quickly cumming from sheer humiliation.
Thinking about König with a size kink who loves it when you tease him, loves it when you painstakingly slowly slide your cock into his hole, because it takes so long for you to bottom out, makes him feel so delirious, so full, while slowly being skewed onto your cock
Thinking about König having a size kink, and forcing him down on all four, having him take your cock down his throat, not allowing him to use his hands even though he can’t even get half of it down his throat, and he’s spluttering and chocking, fat tears rolling down his cheeks and lips stretched taut around your fat cock, while doing his best to make you cum with his mouth.
Thinking about König with a size kink who also likes little prep as possible wants to feel the burn as you bottom out, wants to feel like you’re stretching out his little hole, and leaving it gaping open.
Thinking about König with a size kink who loves when you take him on the floor, loves to be pinned onto his stomach, engulfed in your form, makes him feel so small and he absolutely loves being forced into such humiliating position.
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secret-agent-of-bullshitery · 10 months ago
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Alec, walking in to a room: Sorry I'm late... I was... doing things.
Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder
Clary, out of breath: HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN' STAIRS.
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