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fox-guardian · 3 months

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[ID: An eight page digital comic featuring Sam, Celia, and Alice from The Magnus Protocol on a gray background. The characters are all colored with a single color each. Sam is red, Celia is green, and Alice is pink. Sam is a fat Arab man with short curly dark hair, a mustache, and a small goatee, and he is wearing small black earrings, a cardigan, a turtleneck, trousers and loafers. Celia is a taller Korean woman with short dark hair and she is wearing rectangular glasses, piercings including an industrial piercing, an x-shaped earring, and snakebites, a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a vest, trousers, and black wrist cuffs. Alice is an even taller white woman with long fluffy hair and crooked teeth, and she is wearing cat eye glasses, three pairs of earrings, snakebites, a flannel shirt, a hoodie tied around her waist, a patchwork skirt, bracelets, and a lanyard.

Sam and Celia are stood at a table covered in papers. Celia urgently turns to Sam. Celia: Alice is coming! She can't catch us researching, we need a diversion, QUICK! How can we make her think we're not doing what we're doing? Sam, shrugging really hard: UHHHH she thinks I have a crush on you?? Celia, sweating, turns back to where Alice is coming from, panicked, and turns back to Sam, shrugging and reaching for him. Celia smiling a bit manically: Yeah, that'll work, sure!

Sam, with Celia's hands grabbing his cardigan: Wait whaAAAA- He is pulled out of frame. Alice walks in: Hey Sam, working hard or hardly woOOOAA She leans on the doorframe as she holds a hand to her chest in shock.

The next panel is rendered with soft pink shadows and "shoujo sparkles" in the now pink background. Sam is sitting on the table holding onto Celia, whose face is buried in his neck as she wraps one arm around his back and the other holds up one of his legs under his knee. Neither of their faces are visible. The rest of the page fades back to gray from there. Sam and Celia look over at Alice, hair ruffled, Sam is now blushing. Sam: ALICE!! He pushes Celia away and they look at each other for a moment, panicked. Sam: It's- .... exactly what it looks like! Celia: Aw, you've caught us! He rests his hands on her shoulders and they both look in opposite directions as though embarrassed. Celia is also blushing lightly. There are red and green neon signs pointing to them reading "Totally Ham-Slammin'" and "GAY! (in an M/F way)" respectively.

Alice looks to be in shock with a vacant expression and a computer pop up over her forehead reading "Alice.exe has stopped responding". In the next panel she is fine again and back to smirking. Alice: WOW SAM, didn't know you had it in you! Now I'm no snitch, so I didn't see anything, BUT- you lovebirds should cut it out before Gwen catches you. Celia and Sam look at each other anxiously, cheeks pressed together as she speaks. Alice: You KNOW she'd tell Lena. Celia, pulling back and smoothing her hair out: Oh, for sure. Sam: Th-Thanks, Alice. Alice: Don't mention it! I'll give you crazy kids a minute to straighten up, TA-TA~ She waves as she leaves.

Sam and Celia listen to her steps fade before going "phew" and finally pulling away from each other, now holding hands at an arms distance. Celia: You alright? That was kinda sudden.... Sam: It's fine! Just a bit caught off guard. Celia: I can't believe she actually bought all of that! Sam: Me either! Works for me, though.

Celia: Did you want to get down- Sam, pulling away suddenly, blushing again: NO! He crosses his legs and looks away sheepishly, scratching his head. Sam: I wanna stay here another minute or so.... Celia, concerned: You sure you're alright? Sam: Yeah! Just, er.... Celia looks at him, confused. Sam, blushing increasingly harder: Ahem. (He folds his hands in his lap politely.) I am not immune to being thrown on a table. Celia, smiling and politely stepping away: AH! .... Noted~

She walks away casually, still smiling. Celia: I'll give you a minute to collect yourself. Sam, head down in his lap, embarrassed: Thanks.... He looks up after she leaves. Sam: Wait. He straightens up, slightly panicked, face entirely red. Sam: What do you mean by "NOTED"?!

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i am SO glad this episode didn't entirely debunk the silly headcanon that birthed this comic. initially i wasn't convinced sam actually had a crush so i made this like "well if he didn't before, HE DOES NOW" so.... here's this silly comic thing <3 i just think they're neat <3

#fg's art #the magnus protocol #tmagp #samama khalid #celia ripley #alice dyer #do sam and celia have a shipname yet. idk.#also i am REALLY proud of the expressions in this one #also also if you see inconsistencies no you don't <3 #also also also i hope the id is good!! still not used to doing comics and stuff but i hope it works!

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fuckthisshitimin · 1 year

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Ferret... I do not know if this is done, but I am.

So final kmerhMZFHSHLFB for @streetlight-halo's dtiys, This took me forever, I gotta learn goddamn color theory.

[ID: A very decorative digital drawing of a Moth Jonathan Sims from The Magnus Archives, in dark jewel tones against a dark violet background. Jonathan is curled on himself and inside a wide blanket or cape, insect legs and wings seemingly idle as he floats. One of his hands is rubbing his eye, as if to help him wake up. On his head are two antennas. Every piece of fabric he is wearing is adorned with motifs: His pants are filled with rectangles and crosses, the hem of his skirt is waving, his sweater is made of scales and the blanket, filled with stars, planets, suns and clouds, thunder and all things celestial. The lines of the decorations are golden, while the ones composing Jonathan are dark. On the lining of the cape, in an elongated cursive, a poem by Emily Dickinson is written, barely legible. Bigger letters, tangled with each other, say "One need not be a Chamber - to be Haunted" and "One need not be a House -". On the back of Jon's head, a thorned halo glows. One can read at the top corner "In Vitro Veritas". Signed: Meaningless Mikhaïl. End ID.]

[ID: A cropped version of the previous drawing, elongated, from Jon's head to his foot, omitting his cape or wings.]

[ID: An alternative version of the previous drawing, where the lines of Jon's eyes and worm scars are red; and then a cropped version of that, focused on Jon's face. End ID.]

#tma #oncat my beloved's dtiys #jonathan sims #described #jarchivist #moth jon #the magnus archives #mikhail draws #jon sims fanart #moth jon fanart #tma fanart #plz guys give this love the red in here is my blood #exploding inside

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rindomness · 1 year

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i need you all to know that i spent four hours on what was supposed to be a quick sketch to contribute to the magnus pants post and then i got carried away because i wanted to render skirt folds

#LET ME JUST DRAW SKIRTS #THATS IT #THATS ALL I WANNA DO FOR EVER AND EVER #anyway yeah here you all go #im making it my job to put magnus in skirts now. it just Works dude #i went SOOO overboard with this #it was SOOO unnecessary i had fun the whole time #thats all that matters #taz #taz balance

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wifetomegatron · 8 months

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and you're feeling, you're hungry ( whirl / reader )

summary : rough sex with whirl (first contact au) pairing : whirl (idw) / afab! reader fandom : transformers idw continuity, more than meets the eye rating : e for explicit, minors don’t interact (mdni!), not safe for work (nsfw!) warnings : human!reader, smut, sticky sexual interfacing, cursing tags : no plot, pure filth. skirt mentioned. repost from ao3

“ What?”

The word was barely short of a hiccup — a burst of static — croaking out of his cables. You tried staring at Whirl passively, failing to hide the way your hands were slightly trembling.

“ I…I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

The Mech scoffed, crossing the distance between you to rest a metal claw inches away from the right side of your hips. He moved quickly, venting hot air across your cheeks. All you could do was turn your head to the side, unknowingly giving him access to pin your neck with his other claw. He pressed down — far from gentle. In your head, the word can never coexist with Whirl.

He looked angry. You could feel his self-restraint crumbling when he shoved the side of his helm across your temple; bumping into your skin. The metal was hot — nearly burning — while he whispered directly into your ear.

" And how do I look at you, fleshie?"

He squeezed your hip, the pinch earning him a gasp. The cold texture of the wall clashed with the heat radiating off his metal chest. And you were trapped in between. The more you squirmed, the tighter he held you. And finally, his patience snapped, and Whirl pushed a knee between your legs, spreading them apart to emphasise his frustration.

" How ?"

You know he doesn't need to breathe, but fuck does he sound breathless, overwhelmed with impatience as he searches your eyes with his glowing optic. His other claw — inching your shirt up your stomach.

Whirl was dangerous. Loud and explosive, Whirl was on the list of mechs banned from coming into close contact with the human personnel working inside the Autobot facility. And the day you had your orientation, Whirl had rioted at the decision, choosing to wreak havoc and nearly squishing ten people under his pedes. Far from predictable, Ultra Magnus's direct order to every human was to steer clear of him. As a response, Whirl declared aloud in the auditorium that humans were a revolting, disgusting species, barely caught up with evolution. The finality in his tone — clear as day when he singled you out of the frightened crowd, glaring with the same, consistent hostility he gives you each morning.

You almost told Ultra Magnus you wanted to be repositioned because it was hard being a receptionist stationed across the same door your local racist bursts through.

So to be stuck in your office alone with him, two hours past lights off, with your keycard meters away — you can't help but feel a little afraid. But you would be lying if you said you weren't growing wetter by the minute. Because Whirl acts like he hates you, but you know better.

When you bend down to pick up the papers he purposely knocks off your desk.

When you feel the hair behind your neck prickling during meetings.

When his claw is fondling with the fabric of your shirt and his knee is up your crotch

Whirl is always staring. Excitement shamelessly crawled its way down your spine, fueling your courage. Because you know better.

" Like you want to fuck me."

And that was enough to break him. Unfiltered and acting on sheer want, Whirl was touching you, fondling you — boldly dragging metal claws all over your skin, ripping buttons, and shoving up your skirt. He cupped a breast in one hand and started grinding, roughly against your cunt, yet you made no move to shove him away. The sloppy friction from your panties rubbing against the smooth surface of his leg was enough to make your knees wobble; surrendering most of your weight onto Whirl as he frantically rubs up and down your waist.

" Frag. Frag. Frag . So fragging soft for me. I'm leaking all over my panels just thinking about spiking you. Do you want that? I bet you do. Look at how wet you are. "

He can't kiss you, but that didn't stop Whirl from burying his head against your chest, the hard edges of his metal body sticking into your sternum and ribs almost painfully — before you could protest, he pinched a nipple, and you moaned into the wires lined along his neck. Your head lolled against his shoulder, body limp and yielding, all for him to use. And so Whirl bounced you once, twice, against his knee as if to command your attention.

" Touch yourself. Frag yourself. And until you overload, I won't let you leave this room."

Whirl has always had a mean streak to him, and never in your right mind would you ever thought of encouraging that side of him. Yet here you are, far from sane and close to falling apart, going for two fingers at once — adding to the ongoing mixture of pain and pleasure, relishing in the burn of the spread, eyes rolling back as Whirl watches in amusement. It was obscene, sick almost, but he was thrumming in delight. His engines purr as he guides the base of your wrist in and out, in and out.

" I wish I can touch you myself," He groaned, opting to lay the flat side of his claw against your swollen cunt, making you jump. " Let's see if you feel as soft as you look, fleshie."

You wanted to taunt him. To look him in the eye and accuse him of having fantasized about this exact moment for a while now. From the way he knows where to touch you, lift you — pleasure you; Whirl never hated humans in the first place. He was just never brave enough to admit that he wanted to fuck one. Yet your words were a babble of nonsense, swept under the sudden rush of pleasure as he flicked and rolled your clit.

There was a hiss, the sound of his panels retracting, and he pulled your fingers away just when you were at the height of your orgasm — the brief emptiness suddenly replaced by an overwhelming stretch. You instinctively clenched down, gasping, as he buries himself into you. Even with his mass displaced, he was big, big enough to draw tears down your cheek. Once he's at the hilt, Whirl lets out a laugh. The harsh, barking sound melted into a euphoric groan.

" You've fragging ruined me," He scolds, pistoning into a brutal pace, " Fragging. Ruined. Me. For. Everyone. Else." He punctuates each word with a thrust, earning a string of huffs and pants.

" Louder for me. Louder. Wake the whole base so they can see how pretty you fit around my spike."

Wicked. That was what Whirl was. He was perverse, dirty, and wicked as he continued on and on and on to torture you in that cubicle. You clenched around him each time he lifted you up to drag you back down, feeling so full. Past your lips was a high, helpless noise as liquid, molten heat spread inside you, shaking every muscle. When you came, you were leaving open-mouthed kisses along his chest, breathing in oil and tasting rust. Whirl responded by jerking roughly, shaking with adrenaline.

Transfluid was leaking down your thighs, glowing against the dimly lit space. Whirl held you upright, flush against his armor, as you watched the liquid drip in fascination. And for a couple of minutes, all you could focus on was the sound of his cooling fans roaring. This was probably the longest Whirl went without talking. You dared lift your head to meet his gaze.

He was already watching you, searing the sight of you helpless and fucked out of your mind into the back of his optics.

And swiftly, the Mech scooped you up and dumped you on top of your table, callously pushing the stack of paperwork and your desk lamp onto the floor. There were broken shards of the bulb scattered beneath. Whirl didn't seem to care — focused instead on your shallow breathing as he lined your ankles to rest on either side of his neck. His body curved and bowed, hips pressed hard against you, arms below your body, and claws gripping your shoulders.

" I'm not done with you yet."

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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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Before prompting (which woo boi pushing through my anxiety to do this took a hot second XD) just wanted to say thank you for all the absolutely outstanding content, my first day off every week is Wednesday and your writing has become the perfect way to detach from work and destress my brain so again thank you!

I saw a tiktok today that I just went omg mobwife!Alec and I am sharing a screenshot but also more mobwife!Alec please?

i'm so proud of you! good job even though that must have been a lot pushing through the anxiety. i'm glad the days work well together and i'm happy you look forward to my writing! i was very happy getting your ask and prompt and just everything! i'm really happy to share wednesdays and writing with people!

here we go! more mob!wife alec and i hope you enjoy and i love this picture and image and he absolutely wears it and he also wears these a lot cause i realize i never added a picture

“You know he’s gonna bring Alec, honey.” Mari warns as she fluffs her skirt and pats down her waist. “There’s never a chance he’ll show up anywhere without him, but especially not a strip club. What were you thinking, anyway?”

“Jamie changed the venue.” Leo grumbles and he sounds as miserable as she feels. “You’re not gonna be able to pull him away from Bane, are you?”

Mari shakes her head, truly sympathetic and also filled with a little vindictive glee.

“Alec didn’t like that secretary touching Bane, you think he’s going to put up with girls hoping to score? He’ll be sticking close tonight.”

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“When you said a strip club, this is not what I thought you meant.” Alexander admits and his nose crinkles in distaste as the vast amount of naked, mundane bodies on display.

“Would you have stayed home?” Magnus asks, genuinely curious and Alexander gives him a grumpy, petulant look and sighs.

“No Magnus, I would not have stayed home. I just wouldn’t have worn something with so much skin myself.” Alexander looks intensely uncomfortable, “it’s suspiciously sticky in here and for once, I wish it was ichor.”

Magnus muffles a chuckle in Alexander’s hair and uses his magic pass over his boy’s skin.

“Better?” He murmurs and Alexander nods against him in relief, his entire body coated with a thin layer of magic that will look like specks of glitter when he shifts.

“I love you.” Alexander murmurs into the crook of his neck and Magnus genuinely wishes they didn’t have to worry about a faerie aphrodisiac being leaked into the mundane world. If they didn’t, he could have Alexander back home where they could be reading together, in bed or having dinner just the two of them in some country across the world.

“I’m taking you to France, in the morning.” Magnus tells him, “we’ll go to that place with that little river you loved, the one you spent the morning hunting crayfish in.”

Alexander genuinely looks interested at that and he perks up a bit before he eyes the stage and deflates again.

“Just stay close.” Magnus tells him, because the last thing he needs is Alexander away from him and being swarmed by mundanes who think he’s pretty. Which is something that has happened before on the mundane levels of Pandemonium.

“Like I’m going anywhere.” Alexander scoffs and he steps even closer, letting Magnus wrap his arms around him and pull him flush to him.

Magnus hums and kisses his neck and lets his fingers play with the threads of Alexander’s corset and he wonders just how much it would cost him to bribe Alexander onto the stage.

“No,” his boy mutters, giving him an unamused but loving glare, “I can see something going on in your head, Magnus. I don’t know what it is, but no.”

“Next time.” Magnus promises, because that would be a little cruel to try for tonight and then he’s guiding Alexander over to the group they’re supposed to be a part of.

The start of it goes well enough, until the drinks start coming and then things go sour.

Alexander freezes from where he’s drinking his champagne and he eyes the cup consideringly before he reaches out and plucks Mari’s glass away from her and he instead drinks it.

To the increasing shock and horror of the man across from them all.

“Alec?” Mari asks, confusion and wariness in her voice as she eyes the glass Alexander is now holding.

“Magnus—” Alexander slurs, eyes going hazy almost instantly, “sa’ hot in here babe.”

“What was in that?” Magnus asks, voice furious and heated as he takes the glass from Alexander and sniffs it. He recoils a moment later and sends a vicious, seething glare to the man he was supposed to meet tonight.

“This is an extremely volatile aphrodisiac.” Magnus says lowly and he stares at the mundane, “it’s been known to kill half the people who consume it.”

Mostly because half of the people consuming it are mundanes and it will kill them with pleasure.

A little death still kills, after all.

There’s silence in their little section for a bare moment and then the man is being penned down by Leo’s personal security and Mari is being sat down by Leo into a chair.

“Leo, you will deal with this. Won’t you?” Magnus asks, voice cruel and casual as he gets an arm around Alexander’s waist. His boy is stable, even while drugged and listless and the arm he slings around Magnus’ neck is firm and sturdy, meaning Alexander is playing up the affects to a degree.

“Do you need a doctor?” Leo offers, shaky and worried, and Magnus knows that he means well but he scoffs and shakes his head.

“There are very few I trust with my husband, Leo. Especially on nights like tonight.”

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“Why did you drink it, sweetheart?” Magnus asks when he finally gets Alexander to their loft and his boy is sweating and miserable and touch-hungry and grumpy about it.

“The dosage would have killed a mundane.” Alexander gasps out, “I didn’t recognize the scent, but I knew it wouldn’t kill me.”

“Not good enough!” Magnus bites out as he gets Alexander undressed and in the cool, tepid water of the bath. “You don’t put yourself in danger like that, ever. Especially not for something as reckless as this. “

Alexander pouts up at him and sighs and then admits, “I knew we’d have to leave if I drank it. Plus, it was evidence, someone is definitely leaking faerie drugs into the mundane world.”

Magnus hisses like a scalded cat and cups Alexander’s wet face between his palms. “I’ll make up a reason, if you’re going to be dosed with something like this, it should at least be a good experience. Not this!” Magnus sighs in exasperation and adds oils to the cold water that Alexander is shivering in.

“Honestly, darling.” Magnus chides as he lets his magic untangle the aphrodisiac and drugs apart from each other so he can purge the mundane drugs from Alexander’s body. It won’t be so easy with anything else, but mundane drugs don’t affect shadowhunters accept as a mild allergy.

“Love you.” Alexander slurs cheekily and Magnus uses magic to make him hold his breath and then dunks him, scrubbing his hair viciously before pulling him back up. Alexander splutters and shakes his hair, water going everywhere as he pouts up at Magnus.

“Menace!” Magnus tells him, suddenly exhausted and relieved and far less likely to destroy half of New York’s criminal underbelly.

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

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turtleneck-crowley · 2 months

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Wake up babes of the GO fandom turtleneck-crowley just dropped their most recent Magnus Opus🥰🥰🥰

Hey guys I am a eccentric genius artist of the century whose works will probably only be appreciated post mortem (self-diagnosed)

Im also very certain you would all blorbos me if I were a fictional character but alas I am a boring meat package that got birthed out of an afab physiology and thus a sack of mouldy potatoes might have been a more interesting source writing this post. (Pure hubris, part irrational resentment that you are all quite familiar with *cheeky hot wink*)

I happen to own a get out of jail free card called catch 22 which is crafted out of part sarcasm, part idgasinglefgtfoofmyfacei180dmycringethroughyearsofpainandselfrelctionthatim toocoolforyounow public image

(if you actually read that you deserve, well nothing actually except perhaps my condolences and a consensual pat on the back that implies my unlicensed diagnosis that you are in fact, not dyslexic)

Anyhow cracking on back to the sentence *sighs and rolls eyes with you*

(-I mean in the streets, not with you guys, here im babygirl with half a brain cell/true form), part wholesome idiocy, years of experience in masking, part looking presentable, part knowing how society and science and art works and trying to be in tact with my own sense of humanity as much as possible -at least to the point where I’m not breaking any humanitarian law…

And yes bitch the whole eccentric genius /madly passionate or passionately mad paradox catch 22 license holder is you af - want a gold star? ⭐️ (crowley ref) (affectionate banter)

Fact is tumblrinas like to heighten and balance their EQ and IQ agreed?

I’m hyper aware that you guys are smart enough to assess me as going through a manic phase that is on the verge of psychotic-having observed hints of madness in my recent posts deducing via your own experiences that I have gone through a strict diet of coffee, whiskey, smut that Neil Gaiman himself would tear his locks and Sir Terry Pratchett would roll in his grave, finished off with a nice slice of Hozier songs as dessert

(that’s on top of of a yet to be discovered food chain which I call the Antichrist diet footnote: please credit me after I die before my Tesla gets Edisoned

‘Tis actually a great alternative way to invoke a psychedelic experience in substitute of the more expensive and questionably unlawful way that is smoking crack *disclaimer not recommended for the faint hearted or those self-diagnosed as mentally stable)

You are perfectly correct! Here’s another gold star!!! ⭐️

In fact I am currently being yelled by my parents to come downstairs because I need to be dropped off to the asylum while I’m trying to actually do something that gives me joy (Joan of Arc eat your heart out) and I assure you I have eyes and witness my very legs , naked and hairy (and did I mention Im only wearing a slutty black bra and skirt that I wore as a swimming suit AND a pajama and now my back to the looney bin outfit?) leaving a perfectly good soup with baguettes as evidenced here

However, I would like to UNO reverse such a caring notion by giving you a purple heart 💜

and divert you with a fun little clip that displays our para social relationship that I am hoping has deepened through my superficial charm to portray our rendezvous as warm and familiar and human as our beloved Mr. Holmes and Doctor Watson:

No worries, Watson also came with the conslusion that the person he’s engaged with (more like to amiright- not us i mean, them, that’s where the analogy is cut off back into our real identities) is “not human”

Anyhow it might not be your cup of tea but at least hold the mug for a few minutes it’s worth it

Head fic: Gods of Sex and Idiocy

(If anything please see it as a game where we can title it better cause I’m shit at naming things - I call one of my plants Joe)

Hey Good Omens fandom

With the note of:

“who needs sane when you have creative”

-turtleneck-crowley

I have made a meta season 3 in my head and the stars have even sent me a playlist ??? (It’s the only one that seems to be downloaded on my wifi less phone)

Here’s the link:

Check out some of my latest posts

It’s really immersive and otherworldly

Down the rabbit hole and through the mirror you go 🐇🎩🪄

And what if season 1 is the ace route and season 2 is the sexual route so season 3 might be an aro route to defeating the enemy?

Ngk idk idc idgaf

I’m just like phone rn

(side note: why do I have the infinite capacity of taking pains (Sherlock reference) for being a mad artist instead of working on the next big physics formula answer? Good question: I’m actually just an emotional idiot aka sexy trash ✨ that’s addicted to blogging and I wouldn’t trade it for any other praise worthy status in the world 💜)

Honestly guys I sound like a sociopath but I’m really just very pained and fucked royally by circumstance that is too dramatic and gay for anyone except the loonies on tumblr to understand. I’m so disappointed by all this unjust pain and agony of the world- the children, the animals, the environment, the people that I have conditioned myself to display an eloquence so pungent it seems like I’m a cold manipulator. For if I ever showed myself for who I was to them- the judgers, the perverted, the scheming, I would surely be dead either by my own or someone else’s hands. Maybe I’m God and they just like tumblr and good omens and want to eat crepes in peace with the personality they split into 2 -preferably in Paris. Maybe they have been placed all the blame by the enemy and they are powerless to the human condition as you all are by an unknown enemy and is fated to be tortured in anxiety and pain invisible to all and the only infinite power they have is love that bleeds.

But I’ll give you and I both the peace of mind that I am an in fact just a mentally ill human whose life span is between the zones of expiration and fermentation, with a god complex, whom their closest people will never truly know how to care no matter how much they try- and in fact the more they try to help me the more they leave me in my original state- alone.

I leave you (no I’m not killing myself you idiot I’m going to the mental hospital to be molested by nightmares of demons - I literally experience it everyday- as they force me to take my sleeping pills which sinks me deeper into it-oh wait that’s kind of worse lmao) with this favorite piece of classical music of mine

Stay safe yall I love you

#good omens #crowley #good omens fandom #Spotify #aziraphale #good omens headcanons #catch 22 #my only talent is lying (aka calling madness creativity and convincing people I’m intelligent and attractive)

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lokidokieokie · 1 year

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Hello, I’m alive!

Before we get to the fics, I’d just like to apologise for being extremely lazy and not doing anything with my tumblr account for the past two weeks.

Fabulous authors have been out here producing impeccable content, so I am going to correct my issue and give you all the amazing fics that you may have missed out on :)

Loki Laufeyson

What About the Plans We Made? by @wheredafandomat

Captain’s Orders by @lokisgoodgirl

Thirty Seconds by @muddyorbsblr

My Best Friend by @vbecker10 part 1 linked

Not What it Looks Like by @wheredafandomat

Swipe by @theaudacitytowrite part 1 linked

What He Doesn’t Know by @michelleleewise

Practice Makes Perfect by @simplyholl masterlist linked

Bonded by @michelleleewise

Sing Me To Sleep by @holdmytesseract

Choices by @mochie85

Cum Fly with Me by @wheredafandomat

Captain’s Orders: New Depths by @lokisgoodgirl

Restraint by @coldnique

The Selection by @lady-rose-moon masterlist linked

You Are My Queen by @vbecker10

Claw and Order by @michelleleewise

Something Real by @ladylovesloki masterlist linked

Relinquish the Crown: Obsessions & Fantasies by @muddyorbsblr

Hot & Bothered by @lokisgoodgirl

Hail, Commander by @lokisgoodgirl

The Chambermaid by @wheredafandomat

Little Joys by @lovelysizzlingbluebird

Small Talks by @lovelysizzlingbluebird

Big Misunderstandings by @lovelysizzlingbluebird

Her Romeo by @michelleleewise part 1 linked

Drugs of Love, Love of Drugs by @pics-and-fanfics masterlist linked

Hot & Bothered: Snack Shack by @lokisgoodgirl

Asgard, Land of... Aphrodisiacs? by @thomase1

I Need You Tonight by @wheredafandomat

A Helping Hand by @peachyjinx

Summoned by @muddyorbsblr part 1 linked

Magnus Martinsson

Hypotheticals & Distractions by @muddyorbsblr

Maintain Our Cover by @muddyorbsblr

Jonathan Pine

Paris by @muddyorbsblr

Duty of Care by @muddyorbsblr

James Conrad

Keep Me Safe by @muddyorbsblr

Will Ransome

Measurements by @muddyorbsblr

Confess Your Sins by @holymultiplefandomsbatman

Tom Hiddleston

Birthday Boy by @simping-for-marvel

Doctor Stephen Strange

Only You by @make-me-imagine

Attention by @futureplayboibunnie

Sherlock Holmes

A Queen for a Mindpalace by @strangelockd

Stolen Love by @ncis-cm-hp-sherlock-imagines

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carelessflower · 1 year

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petition for someone to draw alec in this fit the micro skirt the sweater the blue top underneath it’s literally perfect he gonna look so good in this and blow the whole planet away

bestie you all need to see this @dustandducks @magnus-the-maqnificent @onetimetwotimesthreetimess @cityofdownwardspirals @khaleesiofalicante @secrettryst @i-have-not-slept @pocketoffeels

#alec lightwood #i would sacrifice my soul for this pls sb please please #tsc #shadowhunter #tscxfashion

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magnus-the-maqnificent · 10 months

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Stars Around My Scars

Chapter 9 - Things Inside My Head (read on Ao3)

CW// Masturbation, sexual references

The water was warm as it flowed down the column of Magnus’s throat, his chest and down his thighs. Magnus’s head was turned skyward, taking in deep breaths as he contemplated the slimmer of arousal low in his belly.

It was nothing, really. People could be turned on for no reason, at all. Magnus had personally, in the past, been turned on by watching a mortar and pestle at work, a pretty lady in a bar brushing some confetti off his hair, and mangoes.

Getting turned on by a pretty boy in a skirt was no matter of concern at all.

Nevermind that this was happening after a long dry spell with little libido. That wasn’t relevant at all.

Magnus pressed the ulnar mound of his palm to his lips, eyes slipping shut. He was reminded instantly of days long gone by, when he was just a teenager and his body was still growing, and he’d kiss his own palm dreaming it was another’s lips.

Today it was a Shadowhunter’s lips.

Ex-Shadowhunter, his brain supplied helpfully.

Magnus gasped, palm sliding down to his neck, while his other hand crossed his torso and wrapped around his cock, half-hard already.

He groaned, his head rolling back. The water was warm, and all was silent.

Magnus did not think of the silver scars across Alec’s body. Not of the long lonely years or the uncertain future ahead.

For now, he moved his hand rhythmically till he stood at full mast, and lost himself in thoughts of pale thighs and long long legs and short skirts.

Magnus whistled as he stepped out of the shower, one towel wrapped snug around his hips while another was grasped in his hands, drying his hair. Still humming, he slung the towel around his neck and headed straight for his dresser, where his hairdryer was plugged in and ready for his use.

Before he could even start the machine, however, through his mirror, he caught a glimpse of Alec sitting on his bed, staring right at him, cheeks blazing red.

Magnus cursed, immediately setting down the hairdryer and whirling around.

“Lilith-! How long have you been sitting there?!”

Alec blinked a few times in rapid succession, eyelashes fluttering, and then he said-

“I needed clothes.”

“Right.” Magnus sucked in air through his mouth and released. “Right, um-“

That didn’t even answer Magnus’s question.

How long have been here?

Long enough to wonder what I’ve been doing in the shower?

Long enough that you heard something?

Did you hear the way I gasped when I came?

Magnus snapped his fingers, summoning a pair of jeans and a black tshirt onto Alec’s lap.

“There you go,” he said casually. He was, however, absolutely dying on the inside.

Alec inspected the clothes, and looked up at Magnus. Somehow, his face grew redder. “I need underwear, too.”

Magnus was glad he’d already jerked off, or else this moment right here would’ve been his undoing.

As it was, he was still a sort of petrified at the mention of underwear from Alec’s lips. Right. Underwear. It was just a garment that every human wore. Nothing much there.

Magnus snapped his fingers again, and a pair of boxers appeared on top of the pile of clothes in Alec’s lap.

“Let me know if it’s not your size,” Magnus grumbled out.

Alec nodded, and his cheeks were still red, and he was staring - one second at Magnus’s face, then his chest, then somewhere else in the room, before eventually bouncing back like a perpetual game of ping pong.

“Well?”

Alec blinked. “Well?”

“Go on,” Magnus said, pointing to the door. “Put on your clothes.”

Alec’s lips twitched. He stood up, looking at Magnus curiously as he walked to the door, until inevitably there it was - the little ping pong dance. Face, chest, straight ahead as he walked out of the door.

Magnus sighed, nearly slumping onto the bed in relief. He recovered quickly and closed the door behind Alec.

Leaning against the door, Magnus made a decision. He needed to get this thing under control.

Magnus was a firm believer in the old adage, fake it till you make it.

So, he got dressed to the nines in black leather pants and a waistcoat (without the shirt, because it did amazing things to his shoulders), on top of which he wore a deep red frock coat. The look was completed with red highlights in his spiky hair, his usual sleek eyeliner, and the final deadliest weapon, lip gloss.

Magnus Bane did not go jerking off into the toilet at the sight of a cute boy. Magnus Bane sent others jerking off into the toilet at the sight of him.

Fake it till you make it.

Whistling to himself, he stepped out of the room, frowning when Alec wasn't sitting at the dining table, and then remembered they'd already eaten in bed.

He tried not to think of that.

"Alec?" He called out. "Where are you?"

"Here!"

Magnus whirled around, and found Alec in the living space. He was lying on the carpet, legs propped up on the couch, having dressed up in the jeans and sweater Magnus had provided. His hair still looked somewhat damp, but no less tousled.

Upside - he was no longer looking sexy.

Downside - he looked incredibly cute.

It didn't help that Chairman had curled up in the V neck of his sweater, tiny head tucked under Alec’s jaw.

Oh, fuck.

Magnus cleared his throat. "We, uh, we have to go."

Alec blinked. "Go where?"

"You need clothes," Magnus pointed. "Which means, we have to go shopping."

That did not come out with the flair that Magnus wanted it to. Damn Alexander Lightwood and his disarming cuteness.

Alec frowned. "Must we?"

"Of course!" Magnus said. "You need good, proper clothing to wear everyday, and going out will do you some good, too. Get up."

Alec pouted. "Do we have to go now?"

Magnus stood himself tall, staring down Alec with icy eyes. "Yes."

"But I don't feel like moving," Alec mumbled.

There it was again. Alec’s little pleading voice. Magnus wasn't going to give in this time. He wasn't going to allow himself to coddle Alec any longer.

But then, Alec shone his blue eyes at him, taking on an expression like a little puppy, and said,

"Please?"

#sams #fic100 #malec #malec fic

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ladyhindsight · 18 days

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We are half-way through the book, and it feels like going nowhere. Team Good is trying to find a way to help Jace, sure, while doing some side quests. Sebastian and Jace are progressing with their own plan as well, and Clary just hangs along not really actively trying to find out anything but to build rapport with Sebastian and make out with Jace. It all seems so aimless at the moment.

Chapter opens up with Alec returning to Magnus’ place after the meet-up with Camille.

A way to make your character to look more dumb than probably intended is to do this. Because what purpose does it serve how long does it take for Alec to realize this insignificant thing?

→ “but the living room was glowing with the blue-white flame coming from the pentagram.”

Alec goes to sleep next to Magnus who had different ideas than sleeping, and we cut to Simon and Isabelle having difficulties cuddling.

Astute observation. Also, it’s always childhood and nostalgia when Simon thinks of Clary. Isabelle will later in this book make a great point about this, but Simon never really gives up that aspect of Clary and his relationship to move forward and grow up, does he.

Just in the previous chapter I said that it’s such an outlandish take for any Shadowhunter to be inclined to think like this. Obviously individual opinions exist and not everyone necessarily likes them, but the fact that it’s one cause of the whole point that makes them Nephilim in the first place, it’s ridiculous that the scars are made such a point of beauty/ugliness in this book.

More so is the opinion that Isabelle presents here, that girls aren’t supposed to be covered in scars. Who thinks that? Where does he get that? What is the influence behind this idea that girls specifically are supposed to be unscarred? Warrior women and daughters of Raziel aren’t supposed to be scarred when they too use runes?

This is so idiotic and more a mundane issue, which for all the superiority the Nephilim feel towards them should make them think it all stupid.

Simon is also hungry and Isabelle tries to seduce him to drink from her. Simon resist but Isabelle is insistent, from which we could draw some parallel points that no means no, but:

This is unintentionally hilarious.

Simon is worried that he drank too much.

I’m going to need some peer-reviewed studies on this. Sure, blood volume as in plasma is replaced and can be replaced quickly, which means even quicker for the Shadowhunters. But even with Shadowhunters and they hyper blood, hemoglobin will take weeks, so does it really help if you’re going to be anemic? No.

Cut to Jace and Clary, and Clary is surprised that Sebastian told her the truth, that he didn’t feed the human girl to the vampire girl.

The writing does it utmost to teeter the edge of maybe we can trust Sebastian and give him a chance, but it doesn’t really work when you have child murder on your tally. Doesn’t need feverish mulling-over when you've witnessed firsthand and secondhand the evil Sebastian is capable of. Clary is neither that worried about the human girl Sebastian dragged along, she just wonders whether Sebastian lied about her fate and is to be trusted.

I don’t know where the jeans appeared because it was told in the chapter 8 that: “The drawers held camisoles and underwear, tops in cotton and silk, skirts but no jeans or pants.” And this is the only wardrobe that Clary utilizes in the moving house of Sebastian. Though obviously Sebastian or Jace could’ve gone and bought her some.

They truly know each other so well.

I'm just taking a dig, they don't have to know or can't know each little thing about each other, but it's funny because otherwise the writing really likes to tell you just that.

Again, the em dashes function like a comma, a colon, or parenthesis. Like commas and parentheses, em dashes set off extra information, and here they are intended as a colon but used like parenthesis. Without the em dashes the sentence here in the excerpt would go like this:

She looked away from him and busied herself putting together a breakfast plate from what was on the table, the chewy, round kind.

→ and sliced bacon that was the chewy, round kind.

Or something.

Much like me with all of Clare's writing. Why, why, why...

The motion he is doing is still running, not floating.

→ making it look like he was running in the air.

Clary doesn’t know Jace can cook eggs, and Jace doesn’t know Clary doesn’t like eggs. Also Clary doesn’t know how to tell Jace she doesn’t like eggs.

Imagine not being able to voice your dislikes because the other one might get disappointed. Imagine just answering Jace’s question: “Neither, I don’t like eggs.” But no, we needed a stupid segue to relationship wisdom from Sebastian, since Clare doesn’t realize that even these tiniest of things and inconsistencies eat away the actual consistency of her narrative she sometimes manages.

Why does he need to strip at all?

Oh, right. For another character-defining moment.

There will be another point also in the book that refers to this same point. Why does it matter where to rune is placed? Because the series has barely told us anything about the workings of runes, it has barely made any sense with the use of them.

You can infer that it matters where the rune is placed. But what runes work best and placed where? Maybe this is not necessary knowledge for the story to work, and maybe I'm just too pendantic about it, but since it is made a point that each rune is placed on a specific place here, I'd personally like to know why those places exactly.

Maryse then gets her one and only PoV.

Jem is so insistent on separating Jace as Herondale that it isn’t even subtle. “Your son” would suffice. (he does say that after though)

Case in point. Also there is no consistency as to what names the Silent Brothers even use.

I just love this exchange because Maryse tells Jem what’s what! And yes, Jem, you did, with your obsession of Jace's Herondale-ness.

YES, HE WAS. And the mentality like you are the reason he did not get to be! Also, what does this even meeeeean???

Cut back to Team Evil. They are on a mission to do something, after hanging around the town for ages, but Clary doesn’t know what they are after. (A chunk of adamas)

This book just loves “subtly” incorporating the incest theme. The sibling love theme just continues and continues, and I am tired and sickened at the “subtlety” under which Clare thinks she operates, though I get why Sebastian phrases it like this.

Why was it so difficult to leave Jace and Clary to wait outside somewhere? Because plot couldn’t happen.

Truly the peak of Jace’s training.

We end the chapter with this cliffhanger but no worries, Clary will experience her warrior awakening in the next chapter, which was actually kind of nice. All the other stuff in this chapter, not so much, which is not a good fanfare for what is coming next.

#Clary Fray #Jace Herondale #Sebastian Morgenstern #Isabelle Lightwood #Simon Lewis #Maryse Lightwood #Jem Carstairs #CoLS Chapter 12 #City of Lost Souls

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instaspacenoodles · 8 months

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A Touch Between Warriors (Magnu Kenki x GN!Reader) [Part 2]

Pairing: Magnu Kenki x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 2987 Words Warning: NSFW Content⛔ Summary: It has been a few sparring sessions after that fateful day and both you and Maguu Kenki have been skirting around the elephant in the room. However, it takes you by surprise when Maguu gives you the chance to learn more about him and the mystery surrounding the puppet. And in turn, teach him about human desire.s

“Do you have any questions for me”

His question came out of the blue, something you didn’t expect after finishing the latest spar. Normally, after fighting, Maguu would immediately explain what you did wrong during battle -’You should have dodged instead of taking the blow’ he would sign or ‘You need to strengthen your defensive stance’ as he shows you the right stance to take. Though, he would also take the time to praise you for what you did right, which always caused butterflies to flutter in your stomach.

Recently, the automaton has become… strangely reserved at times. It was hard to ignore when he would suddenly stop signing mid-sentence sometimes - almost like he was unsure - before continuing like nothing had happened, or the way his hands would hesitate before touching you. You even caught him staring at his hands numerous times as if puzzled by something. It was a strange situation.

“Where did this come from Maguu?” You stared at him, confusion clear on your features as you turned to face the approaching puppet.

“The last time we had a conversation outside of training, you answered my questions about the human vessel. You had… enlightened me. It is only fair that I shall answer any that you have about me to further your understanding about my being.”

Ah that's right.

Last… time.

Embarrassment burned through your veins as the memories from last time flashed through your mind. The ghost of his firm yet gentle touch still haunts your body - sending pleasurable chills down your spine every time it crosses your mind. You felt ashamed to admit that it felt good and… that you craved more. You didn’t even answer any of his questions, yet it seemed that the puppet came to a conclusion all on his own. It was better to leave what the conclusion was to your imagination.

However, you did have many questions you wanted to ask him. The whole mystery behind the puppet, his maker, his abilities - it was something that often comes to mind whenever you think of Maguu Kenki. If you could get some answers to these questions, maybe you could learn to understand the puppet better. Perhaps even deepen the weird relationship between you two.

“Hmm, I guess I have some questions I have been wondering for a while.” Your eyes glanced over the puppet’s body as you approached him until your gaze settled on his helmet, “To start off, do you have a face under that helmet, Maguu?”

“Yes.” He gestured simply.

“Wait really?!” You paused, looking at him in surprise as he tilted his head. It was as if he was surprised by your shock, “I can barely see your face, how do you even see what that thing on? Unless you use the eyes on your spooky Oni mask to see.”

You squint as you try to see Maguu’s face through the talisman and dark shadows but alas it was covered by the helmet. You try to think back to a time where you did see Maguu’s face, either while having a conversation or in the heat of battle - yet all your memories came to a blank. You had no clue what he looked like underneath and it made you even more curious.

“Warrior, I was created with powerful sight. The helmet and the talisman I wear does not hinder it, as you can see from our battles. I just have no reason to remove it.”

“So it is removable! So- uh- could you maybe take off your helmet? I would like to see your true face… if you’re okay with that.” You asked, looking up at him curiously.

“Very well, as you wish.”

His puppet hands trailed up to where his helmet rests and you held your breath in anticipation. Maguu slowly lifted the armor from his head and pulled it off in one smooth movement - white hair pooling over his shoulders. You carefully reached to lift up the talisman and- what in the name of the Raiden Shogun!?

Your jaw nearly touched the floor as you gazed at his true face. His eyes were a piercing blue - cold and intense like the ice he wields. Two streaks of red markings started from the bottom of his eyes and trail down his pale colored face - the look similar to that of an oni’s. You silently thanked whoever created him for giving him such a beautiful face because damn it had you weak in the knees.

“I hope my appearance doesn’t startle you.” He signed carefully, like he was…nervous.

“You- I- It's the complete opposite! I just wasn’t expecting this.” You raise your other hand, hesitating for a brief moment, before you reach up to caress his face. You swiped your thumb across the surface - It was cool to the touch, but also had a similar texture to skin.

“My form was modeled after the appearance of a famou oni who was the first master of the sword art I use.”

“A famou oni…” You echoed softly as your hands continued to explore his face, a soft mechanical sound left the puppet, “The oni influence I can tell by the mask and these markings, but I would have never guessed that you were inspired by a first generation swordmaster.”

“The master’s name was Iwakura Michihiro, famed for his Tengu Sweeper technique.”

“Iwakura…like the Iwakura sword art, yeah? No wonder your sword art was so familiar, those Nobushi bastards used it. It’s a shame though; the Iwakura art has fallen from grace nowadays. But I do have another question for you, Maguu. I was wondering how can you wield the elements? You don’t have a vision right?”

“No. I do not have what your mortals call a Vision. Instead, I can control the elements due to the talisman that I wear”

You blinked in surprise. Normally Vision holders, elemental monsters, and the Nobushi (which is a special situation) could wield the elements. Maguu is a puppet but he gets his power from… a slip of paper? You wonder if it's similar to the charms that the Narukami Shrine maidens use.

“Huh? How does that work?”

“This talisman is the product of a mystic art from the Kamura Clan. With their art, you’re able to create seals that can infuse your weapon with elemental energy. However, the tailsmen I have is more advanced than their normal seals which grants me greater power over the elements and allows me to wield two - Cryo and Anemo.”

As he signed, you brought your focus once more to the ragged talisman that hung from his forehead. The brush strokes were somewhat clear on the paper despite being decades old, but it was written in a script that you could not understand. You couldn’t believe a simple piece of paper could grant something so much power yet it is the very source of his elemental abilities.

“Can you tell me how you use it? Like do you have to think about using it or channel something? ” You asked as you lifted the talisman up once more, eyes gleaming with curiosity as you looked at the back of paper.

“I-” He pauses, a few mechanical sounds leaving him which make your eyes shift over to him in concern. His eyes were glued to yours before they quickly glanced away, “It has become second nature to me, however I will try to explain to the best of my abilities-”

“Wait, wait, wait,” You interrupt him, your thoughts and concerns from the past few weeks spilling from your lips, “Maguu, what’s been going on with you? You’ve been acting strange lately, almost like your… upset or something. Did I do something wrong?”

“I do not understand how I feel. I have previously thought that I do not have the ability to feel the way that humans do since I was not created that way.” His hands paused, as if he’s trying to figure out what to say next. “However, ever since that day you taught me about the human vessel, I have been plagued with… emotions I have no prior experience in dealing with.”

“Emotions…”

“Yes, emotions that only occur in your presence. Similar to longing, but not quite. I often find myself lost on this subject with no answer in sight.”

As you process his words, you suddenly understand his situation. It wasn’t possible for a puppet to become so sentient, yet here he was experiencing human feelings and desires. A voice whispers from the back of your mind, encouraging you to take advantage of the opportunity in front of you. You could explain to him no- show him how powerful the feeling of desire and emotions could be.

“I think I know the problem. What you’re experiencing is called desire. There are different kinds of desire that humans feel such as the desire for needs and wants,” You let your voice drop to a whisper,” But I think I know which one you’re feeling... the desire for me. So, I guess, I’ll have to teach you more about the human body.”

“…I see.” He signed slowly.

You smiled at him as he agreed, excitement coursing through your veins, “Do what you did to me that day and test your desires - maybe you can figure your answer that way”

“I see, you want me to pleasure you once more. As you wish, Warrior.”

The world spun and suddenly your body was pushed against the huge Oni Mask that materialized behind you. One of his hands rested heavily on your shoulder while the other was positioned above your head - perfectly pinning you against the wooden surface. You could only glance up at the puppet with a small gasp falling from your lips. Maguu’s blue eyes wandered down your body carefully before glancing back up to catch your glaze. Those intense eyes seem to stare directly into you, exploring the depths of your being as if you’re the only thing that he wanted to understand. You broke the stare, eyes quickly looking away as heat creeped up your neck.

The hand on your shoulder pulls away and it's suddenly on your chin, gently pulling your attention and your eyes back to his. Butterflies that were lightly fluttering were now fully swarming in your chest.

“Please, keep your eyes on me.”

“Okay” You whispered, nodding wide-eyed at his command.

The puppet made a light noise in response - a noise you knew meant that he was satisfied at your answer. A gentle breeze blows near your body and the anemo element condenses next to you in a flash of light. In the corner of your eye, the anemo Maguu phantom appeared floating by your left side.

This… This was new.

“Phantoms?” You gasp in a mix of surprise and disbelief.

The Anemo phantom cages you in, pressing against your body. The winds licking at your skin made goosebumps appear all over your arms and legs. A shiver runs down your spine as your sex starts to tingle. You swallowed heavily at how helpless you felt - stuck between a puppet and his elemental phantom.

“It would be most efficient to make use of them to ‘test my desires’ as you instructed.”

Maguu moves to gently grab your wrists with one hand and you let him pin your arms over your head in one smooth motion. You can tell he was being gentle with you - just like he was that fateful day. His eyes were studying your face for any reactions as if he was hoping to understand what you were feeling. His firm hands were switched with ghostly chilly ones - ones that were cold as ice. You could see it from the corner of your eye as the air had grown colder. You knew that the cryo phantom had materialized as well.

“I feel something, but I need to experiment more,” He stopped to sign his thoughts , “Let me continue my actions.”

Like before, the puppet let his hands wander over your body, but this time they were joined with the sensations of cryo and anemo hands. You watch him intensely as he explores your body with his hands and his eyes. His huge hands found home on your waist where they rested there heavily. His thumbs rubbed circles into the area, slow and steady. His eyes watched that movement carefully.

A moan escapes your lips as the anemo phantom caresses your side, slipping its fingers underneath the fabric of your shirt to touch your warm skin. The feeling of anemo spread throughout the exposed area, like a powerful gust of wind hitting all the right places. Heat pooled downwards in your body, flooding your veins with the tingle of pleasure as your legs started to tremble. The anemo phantom’s fingers continued to dance their way up your body. It only stopped when it found what it was looking for - the nipples on your chest.

“Your body is trembling, is this to your satisfaction? Is this reaction the desire you feel for me?” He slowly sighs before continuing the motion. All you could do was whisper a quick yes - voice shaky.

Meanwhile, with its free hand, the cryo phantom had begun to trail it down your back side. The coldness was welcoming against the burning sensation of arousal. His fingers lightly ran across the dips in your back, tracing muscles that tense under its touch. It felt like absolute heaven and you longed for more. His fingers soon stopped at the spot on your lower back, icy digits dragging deliciously across the area in random motions. It causes another shiver to wreck your body.

The sensations were nearly overwhelming. Your body squirming, voice whimpering against their greedy touch. You couldn’t stop your back from arching against the rough surface of the oni mask. You were forced to endure all of it from every angle. The core inside of you was burning, yearning to be stimulated, and you definitely felt some kind of wetness down there. Maguu was absolutely driving you crazy.

“Fuck! Nggh.. Maguu… ” You moan loudly, your logical mind growing fuzzy and overtaken by the cloud of arousal.

Maguu’s eyes snapped back to yours - quick like lightning. His blue eyes catch the pleading expression upon your face. It was the way your eyes keep squeezing shut, the way your eyebrows shoot up at every swipe of fingers across your hot skin, and the way your lips kept singing those sweet, moaning melodies; He wanted to memorize it all. It all made Maguu better understand the emotions he was experiencing. His desire to please you, pleasure you, do whatever he could for the warrior that wormed their way into his mechanical heart.

“I understand, I shall continue just like before.”

The touches of the cryo and anemo phantoms retreated for a brief moment and you had a chance to just breathe. Your hands fell back down to your side to rest on your heaving chest as you sucked in breath after breath - heart beating in your ears. Then, just like before, he slid his hands underneath your clothes. His touch gilded downwards until he found your sensitive sex, absolutely slick and twitching. Your body started moving to the rhythm he set.

However, the phantoms weren’t done yet.

Their hands pulled down your pants together, exposing your lower area to the cool air. The Anemo hand began massaging your thigh, running its breezy hand over the skin which caused your legs to quiver in pleasure. The gentle winds aided in stimulating you further until you had no choice but to surrender to your lust. The Cryo phantom instead turned its focus back on your upper body. It's chilly hand brushing over your stomach and waist - the temperature changes making your body more sensitive. Your back arched into their skillful hands and your eyes fluttered shut.You couldn’t help but let out a loud moan at the combination of their touches. .

“Maguu..faster please!” The beg slipped from your mouth as your mind continued to further be clouded with desire, “It’s so good.”

Maguu Kenki continued to massage your sensitive area, playing with it with more confidence than before. With every flick of his hand, it caused you to squirm in pleasure and your sounds to grow louder. Your heart was beating like a drum in your ears.

Heat pulled more and more into your lower body. The familiar tightening in your core becomes known as you get closer and closer to the edge. The Anemo phantom and the Cryo phantom’s pressure have gotten more intense and Maguu’s speed has increased. You were starting to lose the rhythm that was set as your body chased after the incoming orgasm.

Pleads drip from your mouth, your breathless moans growing louder and louder in volume. At this point, it wouldn’t be a surprise if someone heard you.

Though, Maguu Kenki sensed your desperation and who was he to deny his warrior. The puppet added more pressure and with one last firm touch - you finally spilled all over his hands. The orgasm hit you like a truck and knocked the breath out of you. You barely stood there, knees shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over you. It was good, it was intense, and it made you feel like a million mora.

Your body twitched in Maguu’s grasp. The phantoms pulled back yet again and in a blink of an eye - disappeared just as quickly as they appeared. Now it was just you and the puppet that had made you cum once again.

“That..was..” You looked up to the puppet’s handsome face, clearly pleased, “That was perfect Manguu, I enjoyed that so much.”

The puppet nodded and signed with its dirty hand, "I too enjoyed this experience, you have done well. I believe I now have an understanding of this kind of desire. It’s the desire to pleasure you…"

"The desire for you, my warrior."

#genshin bosses #genshin smut #genshin x you #genshin x reader #maguu kenki #maguu kenki x reader

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cityofdownwardspirals · 1 year

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No but I've had this AU idea in my head based on this art for a long time and I need to put it out there. So, college dorm roommates Malec with camboy!Alec and Magnus thinks Alec is just really shy because he barely comes out of his room. Like they usually see each other in the mornings but Magnus rarely ever sees him in the evenings because Alec is just in his room all the time and Magnus respects his private space and stays out of his hair.

That is until he the deliver guy rings the door and Magnus opens it excitedly because he ordered something he'd wanted for a long time. He just opens the box without checking the name on it and is then shocked to see a pink collar and a skirt. So he knocks Alec's door and gives it to him embarrassed with a " Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize you had ordered something for your girlfriend or whatever." And Alec just looked at him blankly and goes "Actually they're for me, but thank you." And it makes Magnus lose his shit.

@cam-ryt would I do your art justice with this?

#i honestly have so much writing to do after exams holy shit #alec lightwood #magnus bane #malec #malec fanfic #my fanfic ideas

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Adventures of Chika Hanabusa: The Restoration of Earth

Disclaimer: This book follows the events of Percy Jackson and Heros of Olympus fanfic, this fanfic will not include Trails of Apollo, The Kane Chronicles, and Magnus Chase.

Chapter 11: Strife

Hyun PoV

I woke up from my sleep, and I saw my hair in a mess in the mirror. I look at my mirror and see a reflection of myself. I took my hairbrush and brushed my long black hair. Messy hair is so annoying, but luckily I know how to use the brush. Once that is done, I put on toothpaste from my mouth and brush it for 2 minutes. I had to spit out the toothpaste outside my tent, camping sucks. I can't wait to be done with this quest and Ben this potion. I was lucky that Reyna and Chika didn't try to kill him as a werewolf or else he would have never been cured.

I look in the mirror to admire my good looks with my charming green eyes and my long well-toned legs that make the boys drool. I also like how my breasts are developed; with it being c cup and firm. I found a cute violet frilly skirt that stops at my midthigh and a dark pink top, which I decided to put on. I admit, that I like to admire myself, maybe that's why it takes a while to get ready. I grab the blasted magical sonar radar from my pouch that I got from Alabaster, and I cast the location spell on it to locate Eris and Enyo. Eris and Enyo will be tough to deal with, but I do think we can get the job done if Chika can control Gaia. Don’t let floral dresses and her doe-like eyes fool you, she is very dangerous. Possibly the most dangerous child of Demeter, luckily, she’s a bit inexperienced, so she won’t get in my way.

As I walked out of my tent, Chika and Reyna were waiting for me. I see Chika with a hairband, a green top, and shorts. She has short raven-colored hair, eyes that are the color of tree bark, soft smooth lips that don't show any signs of dryness, an athletic figure with a decent amount of muscles all over her body, and a similar height to me. Reyna is wearing a purple shirt that says 'SPQR' and jeans. Reyna is a gorgeous woman with bronze skin, long glossy hair that is tied in a perfect braid, a face that can be sculpted in a statue, eyes that are as dark as ink, muscular arms that show the SPQR tattoo that we got from camp, and she is an inch taller than Chika and me. I'm not going to lie, both Chika and Reyna are gorgeous in their way.

"You ready to find Eris and Enyo? "Reyna asks with her arms crossed. Reyna needs to relax and take a long vacation. I can tell that Reyna has some dark circles around her eyes and she looks wearily and a bit unsure of herself. This is the first time I see Reyna being exhausted, I always thought she was perfect. I guess fighting your mother will take a toll on your mental health.

“Yeah, I just did the location spell on the sonar. Now, Chika will Gaea bring out Limos, Oizys, and Moros when the time comes?” I asked her, and Chika took a short breath.

"Yes, I did explain yesterday that Gaia blackmailed them to help us," Chika says in a tired tone, damn it seems both Chika and Reyna didn't sleep well. Eris and Enyo will take advantage of their exhaustion.

I look at the sonar and the dark red and purple dots are right near our location. It's like Eris and Enyo are tracking us. Suddenly Chika starts puking golden dust from her mouth. Reyna looks concerned for Chika while she is puking dust. I'm even shocked that you can puke up dust instead of vomit. Suddenly the huge golden dust that Chika puked up changes into three humanoid forms: one becomes the skinny old lady, the second becomes the scarlet-haired woman, and the last one becomes the pale-haired man with a black shirt that says 'Doom'.

"That was horrible, I'm glad we are out of the blasted demigod's body. Eris will have to pay for given false promises for ultimate destruction." The elderly skinny woman shouted in a loud voice.

"I agree niece, your mother will pay but we have no choice but to those demigod brats, or else the Earth will consume us," The scarlet-hair woman says as she smooths out the golden dust from her black dress.

"I sense our dear sister's presence nearby and her partner as well." Moros looks around the sky and his head moving twisting in 360 degrees like an owl. The three gods run in one direction to the forest. How rude, they didn't wait for us so we had to chase after them. This quest is annoying because now we are chasing gods. As we followed them to an isolated area of the forest, I heard a chuckle and a whistle. It still feels like last night even though the sky is blue and sunny, the sunlight highlights the leaves' colors, and the air is all chilly and windy. A vulture landed at a log and I swear it looked at us like prey when the vulture did a cruel smirk.

"Welcome dear Demigods, and of course dear siblings and daughter, "The vulture says in a malicious tone, and suddenly the vulture is changing into a woman with black wings, a leather jacket, black jeans with holes, a basic red t-shirt, and the woman wears a similar mischievous smirk that Ben wears whenever he pranks the bullies. There is no doubt about it, this woman is Eris, Goddess of Discord.

“You like my entrance. Btw Daughter of Bellona, your mother in Greek form is waiting for you at the area next to me." Eris points northwest of the forest and Reyna just follows where Eris is pointing it without consulting Chika and I. Chika tries to run after Reyna but Eris steps in front of Chika and pushes her down.

"This is a showdown between mother and daughter. Enyo is feeling sentimental today and she just wants to spend some quality time with her daughter, even though she is a daughter of her Roman counterpart, Bellona. It is hard to keep track of split identities and their brood. I'm glad that you are not in our dear aunt's belly anymore Oizys, Moros, and Limo" Eris says in a sickening childish tone.

“Eat Shit Eris, you promise us that we could cause havoc without the interference of the Olympians, and you didn’t warm us about the Earth Mother.” The scarlet-haired woman, Oizys, angrily pointed her stygian-iron blade at Eris.

“Oh Please Oizys, you didn't ask and even if I did mention our aunt, you would still want to follow my plan anyway. So can you be a good little girl and shut up like a pamper little doll." Eris says mocking her while she shakes her butt and dances like a lunatic. This goddess is probably on crack or she's just an immortal bitch, how is Ben related to her?

“It’s really easy Daughter of Trivia, my precious boy takes after his sweet momma. My Roman form, Discordia decides to take over and put a baby in her tum-tum. I'm pretty sure you lot know how a woman can get pregnant." Eris chuckles and dances around like she's in la-la land.

"Mother, can you stop embarrassing me? I'm your daughter and yet I'm more mature than you." The elderly goddess, Limos, moves her head down and sighs.

"Never," Eris says defiantly like a middle-schooler. Why do we have to be stuck with the most childish goddess in existence? Moros is just sitting there and watching Eris making a fool of herself. Oizys decides to attack Eris with her sword and Eris has been dodging all her strikes. I got out my bow and started shooting poison arrows around Eris while she was busy fighting Oizys. Eris manipulated the shadows around the area to destroy all of my arrows and then tied Oizys with the shadows like a rope.

"One dumb sister down and two demigods to go. Moros and Limos you are welcome to fight because I need entertainment." Eris chuckles and is proud of her tying up Oizys.

Limos decides to destroy the trees with a flip of her waist and decides to claw at her mother like a madwoman. Eris is just laughing and dodging like it was all a game to her. Eris is just distracting us this whole time, she not taking us seriously. Reyna is the one in real danger and we must figure out a way to defeat Eris. Chika gets out her scythe from her pouch and she helps Limos with attacking Eris. Both Limos and Chika coordinate their attacks, Limos keeps Eris on the defense by attacking her from a frontal position while Chika attacks her on the sides. They managed to do some damage but Eris just continued laughing like a mad woman.

"Enough of this sister, this whole scheme of yours is dumb. I thought that we would have a fun time, but this whole situation is just boring. I will end you quickly. Daughter of Demeter and Daughter of Trivia, you must find a way to bind her while I will fight her." Moros says in a low, bored tone while he prepares his sword and begins attacking her. He manages to stab Eris at her legs and Eris shouts in pain.

"You Bastard, you stab my legs. I am so telling Mother and Father. AHHHH FUCKKKK!!!!!" Eris kept on grunting in pain and swearing every cuss word in existence. Now is our shot to defeat her, we can do this. Chika and I nod to each other as we silently plan to defeat this infuriating goddess. I chanted in Latin to summon a huge magical fireball while Chika touched the ground to make all the grass and roots grow around Eris.

"WAIT Daughter of Demeter, did you know that you have been working with a traitor this whole time," Eris shouted, and suddenly the roots and grass were consumed by Eris's shadows.

"What are you talking about Eris?" Chika asks in uncertainty. Damn it Chika not now, Eris could expose my past to her right now. I still concentrated on the fireballs, and I launched them toward Eris, but then her shadow traveled away from the attack and was now in front of Chika.

"Your pal, the one that tries to shoot a fireball at me, was once part of the Titan Army. Ironically, Camp Jupiter's idol has been a secret traitor this whole time. Many boys and girls fell for her while she had been carrying assignments for the Titan Army for years. Tell me, Daughter of Demeter, what makes you think that she hasn't planned on killing you once this quest is over." Eris walks predatory towards Chika while she is stunned by the news. Moros and Limos try to attack Eris one more time, but she dodges their attacks by jumping over them.

“It’s true demigod, go ahead and ask your friend over there” Eris points towards me. This goddess exposes my past towards Chika, I can’t turn back now. I will need to figure out a way to shut Eris up and just lie about it. I don’t want to fight Chika and Reyna

"Hyun….Is this true?" Chika asks with a stutter and her eyes tearing up. Eris just laughs manically and just starts walking away from the scenery. Limos and Moros just stopped attacking Eris and removed the shadow bounds of Oizys.

“Took you guys long enough to free me from Eris binding. So are we still helping the brats?” Oizys asked in confusion.

"Eris is not doing anything anymore; she just dragged us along just to screw with some demigods. What a letdown! We fulfill our oaths for the Earth Mother, and now we can travel back to help Mother recover. You had your fun Eris, now let’s leave.” Moros says agitated. Wow!!!!! Those three gods that Gaia got to help us are just so useless.

"Yes, Yes, Yes we should probably go back to the Mansion Of Night, I can feel Father calling us over now. I was having with those little girls. Come, siblings and daughter, we must attend to Darkness's needs." Eris walks with her hand in her pockets while the other three deities follow her.

"Wait aren't you going to help us fight Eris like you promised to Gaia?" I ask Moros, Limos, and Oizys as they continue to walk together with Eris.

"Didn't you hear what I just said demigod, you already fulfill our obligations to the Earth Mother? Eris is done making trouble for you lot, you should be grateful that we don't kill you girls for where you stand. You should focus on the Daughter of Demeter." Moros points at Chika still shell-shocked from the revelation of my post. Moros, Oizys, Eris, and Limos begin to shadow travel away.

"COME BACK YOU COWARDS!!!!!!!!" I shouted and I fired arrows like crazy, but those four gods were gone.

“Damn it Chika, we could have beat Eris if you had just focused on trapping her. Instead, you just stand there, letting Eris get in your head with her lies.”I shouted at her.

Chika gives me a frosty glare and I feel the ground freeze up and the temperature going down.

“You still haven’t answered my question. Is it true that you murder campers for the Titan Army?" Chika says coldly and holds her scythe ready to attack me.

“Why do you care so much? You weren’t even there during the conflict. You were busy having a cozy life.” I say in frustration while I prepare my bow at her. Chika is becoming a problem now. That stupid goddess, Eris, must ruin everything. Damn it, Chika and I could have been friends. I can feel the grass and some branches rotting away while Chika's pupils are becoming green like yesterday when she goes all crazy and munchs on Oizys, Moros, and Limos. I don't think I'm talking to Chika, I think Gaia is processing now at this moment. I must deal with Chika quickly so that I can give this potion to Ben.

“You didn’t deny killing campers at all, so Eris must be right after all. I have been friends with a murderer the whole time. Reyna and I trusted you and treated you like our friend. I will end you and I will let Reyna know that you have killed her friends.” Chika said and she ran up to me, preparing to strike me down while I dropped my bow and I grabbed my secret knife that I had hidden during the quest. This knife is dosed with lethal toxins that can destroy the immune system of a monster. I have no choice but to fight her, I must win for Ben’s sake.

#pjo #pjo ocs #pjo fanfic #reyna avila ramirez arellano #reyna x oc #eris #oizys #limos

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yeehawbvby · 1 year

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 28*

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Y/n discovers that her first non-passive magical ability is... clairvoyance. 👀

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Author’s Note: n/a

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It’s the first day of autumn, and it’s fucking raining. Like, pouring so hard that if I were to even try to farm in this, I’d probably wind up drowning the plants before they’ve sprouted from their seeds…

If that’s how plants work? I’m still new to this, leave me alone.

I didn’t rest well, given the contents of the first dream to plague my sleep Yoba help me so I guess it works out.

Knowing Seb’s gonna be busy with work today, and that he probably isn’t awake yet, I send him a good morning text. A little, “I love you, don’t fuck up your codes, remember to drink water specifically and eat, have a nice day!!” sorta deal.

After a long, hot shower, I brew some coffee, make breakfast, and eat it with Cannoli snuggled in my lap. Hearing something other than droplets patter outside my door — probably Joja litter blowing around in the rain, if I had to guess — reminds me to check the mailbox before I get too lazy. So, after finishing my food, I reluctantly get changed into something warmer.

Might as well look cute, just in case I need to go into town or something. Despite the weather, it’s early enough in the season that it’s not quite cold yet, so I’ve decided to wear a skirt. I’ll go with… a black one, today! I pair it with a big red jumper and white thigh highs. My black boots and jacket will pull it all together more for sure.

Deciding to just fix up my hair and face after grabbing the mail, I toss the last pieces of my outfit together and head outside.

The air is a perfect mix between chilly and comfortable, and the rain mixing with crisp air and wet soil has created an eerie fog around the land. Smells nice, too. I’m so fucking happy it isn’t summer anymore. When I finally stop basking in how lovely today’s ~ambience~ is, I make my way towards the mailbox.

There’s only one note in it, aside from the newspaper. Before even reading the envelope, something tells me it’s from Magnus. He always has the prettiest stationary — sometimes a deep blue coated in stars, other times a royal purple with gold flecks pressed into the paper. This envelope is a deep red with silver and gold embellishments. So extra… so elegant. Couldn’t be me.

Hugging the fragile cargo under my jacket, I jog back indoors. After removing my wet shoes and coat, I seat myself on the ground next to Mr. Cannoli, before eagerly opening up my mail.

After reading, I conclude that it was probably Magnus who was making that noise outside earlier – he wants me to come over today if I can, having predicted that I won’t be farming in conditions like this.

But… god, it’s gonna be weird going there after the dream I had. Should I?

I sigh, and quietly consult the cat of wisdom. “What do you think, Old Master Cannoli?” Whoa. Haven’t used this guy’s full name in a while!

He trills at me.

I groan, being all too loyal to my headcanon that any noise in response to my questions is that of encouragement.

I mean… it’s not like Magnus knows about the dream, y’know? All I have to do is not think too loudly — however the fuck that works — and we’ll be good. Right?

Right!

Cool! I got this!

A quick blow out and some light coats of waterproof mascara later, I’m out the door.

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When I arrive at Magnus’ tower, I let myself in. I’m assuming he’s busy, considering he didn’t intrude on my brain when I got close, and he’s reassured me before that I can just… go inside whenever I want, as long as he’s home. I’m sure he won’t mind.

I wipe down my boots on his doormat before removing them, then remove my hood and hang up my jacket on the prongs next to the entrance. Focused on making sure my skirt isn’t riding up or sticking anywhere weird from the rain and wind, I don’t actually look forward until I’m at the entryway to the main room.

When I do shift my vision, Magnus is surrounded by Junimos in the center of his spell circle: all of them speaking over each other, bouncing off his limbs, trying to compete for his attention. In the center, his bright red eyes are blazing with annoyance.

“Release yourselves at once!” he growls.

“Razmatasmodiums!” A small pink junimo exclaims, hanging off of his sleeve with their tiny, twig-like arms and kicking their puny little feet around. Another one, hopping in place and using Magnus’ leg to propel themself into various flips, is laughing with glee. A similarly sized red junimo exclaims “Magic! Magink wisard!” as they wave their arms, trying to be noticed.

…I’m gonna throw up.

I inch closer. Quietly. Cautiously.

This is… just a weird coincidence, yeah?

“M-Magnus?” I mutter, just loud enough for him to hear me over the junimos’ ruckus.

“Ah!” He gasps, his eyes somewhere between red and pink now, as a similar tint consumes his gray complexion as well. “I’m— agh, will you quit it?!” He tries to explain the situation to me as his eyes are swallowed by scarlet again, continuing to be cut off by his little elemental friends. “Sto– confound it, you- Fucking hell…!” He sighs. “(Y/n), would you be so kind as to retrieve that book on the ground? Please.”

Is this some kind of sick joke?

In awe, I pick up the book, and my eyes scan the page as he instructs me on what to read. I find it before he can even finish talking. It’s the same spell I read for him in my dream.

As I abide, the chirping of junimos fills the room, and suddenly, all but one are gone. The remaining junimo looks how you’d imagine an animated wild plum to appear.

Magnus kneels down, and the junimo happily jumps into his outstretched hand.

In a trance, his murmurs to the small creature fade from my ears. I slowly return the book back to its spot, and when I return, I opt for the opposite side of Magnus, nearer to the wall. He places the junimo back down, asking them to tell us more of their background.

I nod along, acting like I’m fine, but I want to fucking scream.

Since arriving, every single thing aside from a few tweaks on my end parallels what I’d dreamt of last night. Right down to the junimo’s story, word for word.

I have to be asleep. This is a new recurring dream. There’s no way this is actually happening, right?

“I merely wanted to commune with the little sprites…” Static noise fills my brain as Magnus finishes his spiel.

Unable to bring myself to respond, I nod.

“Now, seeing as that’s all taken care of…”

Magnus inches towards me until I’m backed against the wooden low trim of the wall. Both of his large arms extend outward, his palms flat against the stones above my shoulders as he effectively traps me in place.

I’m dumbfounded by the intimate proximity. A piece of me wants to tear my widened eyes from his, now a deep, syrupy red. But I feel delectably small below his gaze, and quite frankly can’t bring myself to move even though I absolutely should. I want to run — to get as far from here as possible before I embarrass myself and put my relationship on the line — but something is keeping me glued in place.

He finally continues, “Tell me the truth, (y/n). Were you tempted to laugh?”

Nervous and hesitant, I smile, a giggle exhaling its way out. Can’t help it. It was quite a sight to see, even if it wasn’t my first time. Unable to lie, my answer comes out more hushed than intended.

“Yeah, I was.”

I nervously gnaw my lip as Magnus sighs and rolls his eyes. He laughs, and a chill runs down my spine as I feel his breath on my face.

“I suppose it was quite funny… nonetheless, no one hears of this,” he murmurs, a frustrated rasp adding depth to his already low voice.

I slowly nod, gaze planted into his. My head feels swimmy, like I’m locked into a hypnosis. “My lips are sealed.”

His eyes flicker down to my mouth, as if taking the phrase literally. They linger as he wets his own lips, seemingly tempted by the close quarters. Fuck, he has nice lips. Those stupid, smooth lips. They curl into a devilish grin before Magnus speaks again, and my cheeks feel hot as coal while my core fills with a familiar warmth.

“While I appreciate your honesty, I ought to punish you.”

Oh god.

“Y-yeah?”

“Indeed. You should know not to poke fun at such significant affairs.”

There’s no way it’ll be the same “punishment”… no way in hell.

“How would you do it?” I tentatively ask, fiddling with the collar of my sweater in both hands. As I do so, my fear — which seemed to have dwindled a bit — escalates again.

This is the same sweater I wore in the dream.

In fact, my entire goddamn outfit is the same. I hadn’t even noticed that while getting dressed.

Smirking, Magnus leans down a full, like, almost two feet or whatever the fuck it is to reach my ear, and mutters a quiet incantation against my lobe.

The same spell from my dream.

While I, unfortunately, was just feeling the same feelings from my dream because I’m a stupid insatiable moron who can’t not get frazzled in such an intimate position, nor can I stop thinking about that fucking dream.

“No…” I mouth silently to myself, just as he finishes cursing me.

Everything continues to play out just as that stupid fucking dream had it.

He walks away chuckling.

My chest heaves.

My lungs, head, and pussy ache.

I’ve never had in-depth sexual thoughts about Magnus aside from in that stupid dumb ridiculous fucking dream, but here I am, thinking of all the ways that he could fuck me.

All the ways I want him to fuck me… all the ways I can take his coc–

No.

Eyes wide, I recite myself. Another way of confirming this is really happening.

“W-what did you do?” I ask. It comes out airy and whiny. “Magnus, what the fuck is this?”

“Punishment fit for a naughty apprentice, of course.”

Oh my fucking god, no.

Rather than trying to quench my “thirst” with water like my dumbass self did clairvoyantly, I make way for the cauldron. I can’t safely get any closer to him than this but I need his attention before anything else happens.

“Magnus,” I accidentally whine. His head whips around, his cheeks dusted pink, probably at the way I said his name if I had to guess. “You need to undo this, r-right fucking now.”

He begins to approach me. I almost stride towards him as well. Wanna touch him–

Fuck.

I back away, shaking my head. My hands’re curled beneath my sleeves as I shake them too, out in front of my body, signaling him to stop moving.

“M-Mag–” Mother of god, he is so hard to resist. “Do not go near me, please jus’ undo th’spell.”

Just like in the dream, my speech is rapidly becoming impaired. The only sounds my vocal cords want to produce are moans.

I nearly raised my voice at him a bit and I’m frantic and I feel terrible for acting this way, but at the same time, this is urgent. Can’t afford for it to go on as long as it did during that dream because I will break and if real life were to play out anything like the dream then it would end in Magnus fingerbanging me and then us doing god knows what else.

Hands on my hips and beginning to pace, I breathe out deeply. It sounds like a moan, as far as I can tell. There’s no trusting my judgment with such foggy hearing, albeit I can definitely make out the intrigued hum coming from the wizard nearby—

“Well,” Magnus thankfully stops in his tracks, before saying his piece:

“The only way to stop it is with a reversal spell, conducted by the enchanter…” he motions at himself. “Or, to obtain whatever it is you desire so greatly.” He motions at me.

“Please,” I slur, shaking my head, “Jus’ reverse it.” I pause to curse under my breath, running two vibrating hands through my hair. “Please.”

Taking one step closer, as I take one step back, Magnus speaks with furrowed brows. Almost amusedly. “Most in your position would go running to retrieve the end to their suffering,” he says softly. Knowingly.

I wonder if he’s actually that condescendingly cheeky during–

No!

Before he can say the next line from the dream, I nearly shout, “M’serious, please!”

Flustered tears are now lightly streaming down my face as I force myself to look into his eyes, that have been shifting in color too often for me to pinpoint what he feels.

Eyes that could easily destroy me right now, with a single dark-red glimpse.

Orbs I could gaze into while they look down at me through musky lenses and an absolutely sinful grin.

Eyes that would scan me with incomparable lust while we’re tangled on the purple and red sofa downstairs as he fucks me senseless, a stark contrast to his hands gently worshiping my body… Softly stroking my hair and telling me how good I’m taking him as I writhe against his—

Oh god, I didn’t need to close my eyes to envision all that this time.

This is sooo bad!

Seemingly none the wiser, Magnus continues to examine me. He sighs, concern plastered on his features. He’s doing his best to remain calm around someone who is clearly losing their entire mind. Gotta give him props for that.

“In order to reverse it, I need to know what it is you want so desperately.”

I groan into my hands. “S’this a fucking fill-in-th’blank exam? Are ya kidding?!” I strain out.

Magnus’ deliciously low laugh sends a shock to my core. I wince through a light moan, triggered by nothing more than his sound. Pressing my back against the counter near the sink and clutching the wood, I let out a shaky, airy, needy breath.

I… oh god, I need him.

“I’m sorry, but it essentially is the same concept,” Magnus clarifies.

He seems distracted — maybe even fascinated — by me, as my eyes lustfully skim over his physique against my better judgment.

He’s leaning over the cauldron as he observes me, his long and veiny hands clutching the pot in front of him. Magnus’ black tunic contrasts beautifully against his light gray skin… slightly unbuttoned to expose some of his chest, clinging to his waist perfectly, and the sleeves neatly rolled up his forearms.

He looks irresistible—

No!

I make my way towards the end facing him and clutch onto the metal for dear life. Breathing as though I just ran a marathon.

Staring at the bubbles below me, I prepare to give him my answer. It’ll be so goddamn humiliating, but this is a life-or-death (of my relationship) situation.

“Y-you.” It comes out as barely a whisper.

“Me?” Magnus questions. “What do you mean by—“

“You, Magnus!”

My eyes lock into his pleadingly, as his lids widen as he realizes exactly what I mean, turning that beautifully blood-like red as his cheeks are painted scarlet.

My brows raise and I squeeze my eyes shut, whispering “Fuck!” to myself as more lewd imagery of Magnus fills my head. “I dreamt this,” I anxiously explain. “C-can see th’future now I guess.”

…Or something. If I’m altering what I foresaw, it clearly isn’t entirely true, unless I’m about to bend time or some shit. I swallow harshly, needing a breather, and subconsciously let out a heady whimper as I watch his eyes trail my form. Magnus’ irises are blown wide and his own chest is beginning to noticeably heave.

Holy fuck, is he getting turned on by knowing that he’s the reason for this hysterically horny behavior from me?

That’s…

That’s so fucking hot—

No!

“W-what we did in… w’can’t…”

I shouldn’t have looked at him. I can barely speak after seeing how he just near-shamelessly undressed me with his eyes. I need him so bad. His hands.

His mouth.

His cock.

No!

“Mm– Please, Magnus~”

…Oh god that came out TERRIBLY wrong.

After a moment of what looks like none other than deep moral contemplation, holy fuck this is testing him just as much as it’s testing me, Magnus makes way around the cauldron to approach me.

Doe eyed, I scan his body again. Then I quickly snap-to and begin backing away.

“Wha— No!”

He mutters his next words cautiously and raises a palm softly, as if approaching a feral animal… not that I’m very far off right now.

“I need to touch you.”

I try to ask what he means, but a measly “Huh?!” comes from my throat.

“I cannot free you of this without contact.”

…This is a nightmare. It takes a few seconds before I can bring myself to tentatively nod and stop avoiding him.

When Magnus finally approaches me, rather than touching my shoulder or hand, he tucks away a stray section of hair that was falling into my eyes and cups my face.

I close my lids, trying to ground myself, trying so hard not to cheat on Sebastian against my will. Doesn’t last long before I’m imagining the wizard holding my face like this while he absolutely plows the shit out of me from below, so I open my eyes and try my best to keep them trained on his shirt.

His thumb strokes my cheek as I lean into the sensation. “You seem to respond so… actively, to such a simple touch.”

Magnus’ thumb trails to my trembling bottom lip. Running gentle lines across its chapped edges. Taunting me.

On autopilot, my mouth parts ever so slightly. I crane my head up further to see Magnus’ face, and he has a devious smile on his lips. In his eyes? That same dreamy, aching, smitten, horny look that Seb gives me.

Magnus stalls his stroke once the pad of his thumb reaches the center of my lip, and puts just a smidge of pressure on it; pulling it down slightly, before letting go, and letting my lip spring back into place.

He cups both hands around my face and I swallow back a pitiful moan. I shut my eyes, recall why I haven’t just been hiding behind my eyelids this whole time, and open them again.

“Please…”

“Sorry,” he grins. A frustrated sob bubbles in my throat. “I’ll stop toying with you.”

At last, he speaks his arcane gibberish. As he works, I put my hands on his, unable to resist. Needing to at least feel his fingers being placed against me, if I can’t have the rest of him.

His eyes are shut but I gaze up at him anyway, admiring how beautiful he is and thinking about how badly I want him.

How tempting it is to cup his jaw beneath my palms.

How much I yearn to just climb up him somehow to reach his lips and kiss them, and kiss his little beauty mark, and his perfect button-nose, and lift his hair to see his forehead and kiss there too, and kiss his neck and bite his neck, and—

Upon his last words, my desires dissipate. I can breathe easy and think somewhat straight again. Experiencing this in person rather than in a dream leaves me filled to the brim with want, still... but at least I’m not a monster who’s ready to do anything I can to get laid by him anymore.

I close my eyes as Magnus’ begin to open, super thankful to be able to not see him fucking me when I do so.

“Thank you,” I whisper through a sigh.

Now that I’m not literally in heat anymore, I can decipher that my face is the warmest part of my body. When I open my eyes, I can’t bring myself to look directly at the man in front of me.

This is so embarrassing.

“Now…” he murmurs. Magnus’ hands are still on my face, his thumbs soothingly rubbing against my rosy cheeks, wiping my tears away. “Come inform me of that precognition of yours.”

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