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Broken Showers Aren't All Bad - Alec Lightwood x female reader

Summary: You use Alec's shower as yours is broken

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: none

Y/N’s POV

As I stumble back to the institute, my muscles aching and my clothes stained with sweat and demon ichor, I can’t help but feel a sense of exhaustion weighing heavily on my shoulders. The fight against the shax demons had been relentless, each blow and dodge taking its toll on my body and spirit.

Dragging myself to my room, I’m grateful for the ensuite bathroom, the promise of a hot shower offering a small sliver of comfort amidst the chaos and danger that constantly surrounds us. But as I step into the shower and turn on the water, my relief quickly turns to frustration as the pipes splutter and the flow of water comes to an abrupt halt, leaving me standing there in disbelief.

With a groan of frustration, I pound my fist against the tiled wall, feeling a surge of pent-up anger and exhaustion bubbling to the surface. It's the last straw in a long line of setbacks and challenges, and I can't help but feel like I'm at the end of my rope. They said they had fixed my shower earlier today but it’s still fucked.

Desperate for a solution, I run through a mental checklist of every member of our group, trying to determine who might be willing to let me use their shower. Clary and Jace are out of the question—they're probably lost in each other's embrace, lost in their own world of love and passion. And Izzy, well, she doesn't know the meaning of privacy, likely to barge in without warning at any given moment.

That leaves Alec—the one person in our group who values his privacy above all else. It's a long shot, but I'm left with no other choice, especially as he’s out on a mission currently.

As I tiptoe through the dimly lit corridors of the Institute, my heart races with anticipation and a tinge of nervousness. I know I shouldn't be doing this, sneaking into Alec's room while he's away on a mission, but my own shower has been malfunctioning for days, and I can't stand the thought of going another day feeling unkempt.

The door to Alec's room creaks softly as I push it open, praying that no one hears. Stepping inside, I quickly make my way to the bathroom, feeling a rush of relief wash over me as I shut the door behind me. The warm steam soon envelops me as I strip off my clothes and throw my towel aside, longing for the hot water.

As I step into Alec's shower, the warmth envelops me like a comforting embrace, easing the tension that had been coiled tightly in my muscles. The steam fills the small space, wrapping around me like a gentle cloud, washing away the lingering remnants of fear and adrenaline from the encounter with the shax demons.

I close my eyes, letting the water cascade over me, each droplet a soothing caress against my skin. The scent of Alec's shampoo and soap fills the air, a familiar and comforting aroma that helps to ground me in the present moment.

With each passing second, the tension begins to melt away, replaced by a sense of relaxation and relief. The hot water works its magic, easing the ache in my limbs and soothing the bruises that litter my body from the fight.

I tilt my head back, letting the water cascade over my face, feeling the weight of the day's events slowly lift from my shoulders. In this moment, there is nothing but the sensation of warmth and cleanliness, a temporary reprieve from the chaos and danger that constantly surrounds us.

As I stand under the warm cascade of water in Alec's shower, a sense of tranquility washes over me, momentarily banishing the worries and fears that had plagued me earlier. But as the sound of footsteps approaches the door, my heart lurches in my chest, and panic sets in like a suffocating wave.

Alec’s footsteps are unmistakable—steady and purposeful, devoid of the usual warmth or joviality. My mind races with the worst-case scenarios, imagining his stern expression and sharp reprimands as he discovered me here, intruding upon his private space and using his stuff.

With trembling hands, I reach for the shower curtain, hastily pulling it closed around me as if it could shield me from the impending confrontation. My breath comes in shallow gasps, the steamy air feeling suddenly stifling as I await Alec's inevitable discovery.

The moment the bathroom door creaks open, my heart feels as though it’s lodged in my throat, and I shrink back against the tiled wall, desperately trying to make myself as small as possible on instinct. Through the opaque curtain, I can vaguely make out Alec’s silhouette, his presence looming like an impending storm.

“Who’s there?” His voice pierces through the heavy silence, sharp and authoritative, sending a shiver down my spine.

I swallow hard, my throat feeling dry and constricted. "It's me," I manage to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper, my words muffled by the fabric of the curtain.

Alec’s footsteps draw nearer, and I can feel the weight of his gaze boring into me, even through the barrier of the shower curtain. Every nerve in my body is on high alert, bracing for the inevitable backlash of his discovery.

“What are you doing here?" His voice carries a note of incredulity, mixed with a hint of confusion.

I bite my lip, my mind scrambling for an explanation, any excuse that could possibly justify my presence here. "My shower... it's broken," I stammer out, my words coming out in a rushed tumble, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

There’s a moment of tense silence, broken only by the sound of water cascading from the showerhead. I brace myself for Alec's anger, fully expecting a sharp rebuke for my audacity.

But, to my surprise, when Alec finally speaks, his voice carries a note of understanding, his tone softer than I had anticipated. "Well, I suppose you can finish up here," he says, his words tinged with a hint of amusement.

Relief floods through me like a tidal wave, and I let out a shaky breath, feeling the tension in my muscles slowly begin to ebb away.

As I finish my shower, hastily drying off with a fluffy towel, a sinking feeling settles in the pit of my stomach as I realise my oversight—I forgot to bring clean clothes with me. With a frustrated sigh, I wrap the towel tightly around my body, hoping it provides at least some semblance of modesty as I prepare to face the inevitable embarrassment of leaving Alec's bathroom in just my towel.

Steeling myself for the inevitable, I take a deep breath and push open the bathroom door, my cheeks burning with embarrassment as I step into the room beyond. My eyes dart nervously around the familiar surroundings, searching for any sign of Alec's presence.

And then, I see him—standing by the window, his back turned to me, his gaze focused intently on something outside. Relief floods through me at the sight, grateful for the temporary reprieve from the awkwardness of the situation.

But as if sensing my presence, Alec turns, his eyes widening in surprise as they travel the length of my body, lingering for a moment longer than is strictly necessary. A flush of crimson creeps into his cheeks, and he quickly averts his gaze, clearing his throat in a feeble attempt to disguise his embarrassment. "Uh, sorry," he mumbles, his voice slightly hoarse, his eyes fixed resolutely on the floor. "I didn't realise you were... uh... here.”

I swallow hard, feeling the heat rise to my own cheeks as I struggle to find the right words to break the awkward silence that hangs between us. "I, uh... forgot to bring clean clothes," I mumble sheepishly, feeling like a fool for my forgetfulness.

Alec nods awkwardly, his cheeks still tinged with a faint blush. "Right," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Well, um... I can, uh, go get you something to wear... if you want.”

Instead of leaving the room to head to mine he moves to his chest of drawers, searching for something for me to wear. I feel a mix of gratitude and nervous anticipation, never expecting Alec to share his clothes with me let alone his shower. When he returns with a black t-shirt in hand, I accept it with a grateful smile, clutching it tightly against my chest as I wait for him to realise that he needs to turn away.

For a moment, Alec seems to falter, his gaze lingering on me expectantly until the realisation dawns on him. With a slight cough, he quickly averts his eyes, turning away to give me the privacy I need to pull the shirt over my head. As I slide the shirt on, I'm struck by how it drapes loosely over my frame, reaching down to mid-thigh and resembling more of a short dress than a typical t-shirt. The fabric is soft against my skin, imbued with Alec's scent, a comforting reminder of his presence.

When Alec finally turns back around, his eyes widen in surprise at the sight of me in his shirt, his gaze lingering on the way it hugs my curves and falls to the length of my thighs. A faint blush creeps into his cheeks once again, but this time, there's a hint of something else in his expression—a mixture of admiration and something deeper, more intimate.

"You, uh, look good in that," he stammers out, his voice slightly hoarse, his eyes flickering uncertainly as they meet mine.

I can't help but smile at his awkward attempt at a compliment, feeling a warmth spread through me at the genuine sincerity in his words. "Thanks," I reply softly, feeling a flutter of excitement in the pit of my stomach at the realisation that Alec's gaze lingers on me a moment longer than necessary, his eyes filled with a warmth that sends a shiver down my spine.

As I stand there in Alec's room, the weight of the moment hanging heavy in the air, I can't shake the feeling of reluctance that settles in the pit of my stomach. Despite the lingering warmth of Alec's gaze and the newfound connection between us, I know that I can't stay here forever.

With a soft sigh, I muster up the courage to break the silence, clearing my throat awkwardly as I glance towards the door. "I should probably get back to my room," I say softly, the words feeling heavy on my tongue.

Alec nods in understanding, his expression unreadable as he steps aside to let me pass. "Yeah, of course," he replies, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation.

As I make my way towards the door, a pang of regret washes over me, aching in my chest like a physical weight. Part of me had hoped that Alec would stop me from leaving, that he would reach out and pull me back into his embrace, unwilling to let me go.

But as I glance back over my shoulder, Alec's expression remains stoic and unreadable, his gaze fixed resolutely on the floor. With a heavy heart, I push open the door and step out into the hallway, the sound of it closing behind me echoing in the silence.

As I return to my room, the echoes of Alec's presence still lingering in my mind, I quickly slip on a pair of panties before reaching for the black t-shirt he lent me. With a momentary pang of guilt, I peel off the shirt, feeling a sense of loss as I momentarily remove the comforting fabric from my skin.

But the need for cleanliness overrides my reluctance, and I hastily pull on a clean bra before slipping Alec's shirt back over my head, the familiar fabric enveloping me once again in its warmth. Bringing the collar to my nose, I inhale deeply, breathing in the scent of Alec that lingers there, a mixture of soap and sweat and something uniquely him.

Lost in the comforting embrace of Alec's shirt, I'm startled by a sudden knock at my door, the sound jolting me back to reality. Swinging the door open, expecting to see Izzy, my breath catches in my throat as it’s Alec standing there instead. His expression is wrought with anxiety and before I can even utter a word of inquiry, he closes the gap between us in two swift strides, his hands reaching out to cup my face in a surprisingly gentle yet urgent grip.

The world seems to tilt on its axis as Alec's lips crash against mine, stealing the breath from my lungs and sending my heart into a frenzied rhythm. His kiss is passionate and breathless, a whirlwind of emotions and desires unleashed in a single moment of raw vulnerability.

I'm momentarily stunned, my mind struggling to catch up with the sudden turn of events. But as Alec's lips move fervently against mine, a surge of warmth floods through me, melting away any doubts or reservations I may have had.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him closer, losing myself in the intoxicating sensation of his touch. His hands are rough and calloused against my skin, a stark contrast to the softness of his lips as they trail a fiery path along my jawline and down my neck.

In that moment, there is nothing else but Alec and me, lost in the dizzying whirlwind of passion and longing. The world outside fades away, replaced by the electric intensity of our connection as we become entangled in each other's embrace.

And as Alec finally pulls away, his chest heaving with exertion, I'm left breathless and exhilarated, a million thoughts and emotions swirling through my mind. “Do it again,” I s all I can breathe, Alec’s response immediate and impassioned. With a hunger that matches my own, he presses me against the nearest wall, his lips claiming mine with a fervour that leaves me dizzy with desire. In that moment, it feels as though we're the only two people in the world, lost in the intensity of our connection.

His hand finds its way to my bare thigh beneath his shirt, hitching my leg around his waist, pulling me impossibly closer as if he can't bear to be apart from me even for a moment longer. The sensation of his touch sends a shiver of pleasure coursing through me, igniting a fire that threatens to consume us both. Every caress, every kiss feels like an affirmation of the bond between us, a silent promise of things to come.

But our stolen moment of passion is abruptly interrupted by the unmistakable sound of someone clearing their throat. Reluctantly, we break apart, our breaths coming in ragged gasps as we turn to find Izzy standing in the doorway of my room, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

"Welllllll" she says, her voice laced with amusement. “Sorry to interrupt this but I need to steal Y/N,” she adds with a wink, "you two can continue this later. Preferably with the bedroom door closed this time.”

I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment at being caught in such a compromising position, burying my face in Alec’s shirt who's gaze remains unwavering as he meets Izzy's teasing grin with a smirk of his own.

“Later Izzy," he replies smoothly, his tone laced with amusement. “10 more minutes.”

With that Izzy snorts and closes the door on her way out, a fond smile on her face and Alec pulling me into his arms, a hug that has me nuzzling into the crook of his neck not sure what this is between us.

“I never thought I’d be happy about a broken shower.”

“Me neither.”

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angelst4re · 1 year

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heyy!! so I was wondering if you could do a like a oneshot of being enemies with jace and him teasing you about liking him and then it ending with him eating the reader out?? IM SO SORRY ITS VERY SPECIFIC LMFOOAOAOAOOA 💀💀

hi love!! ahh i had so much fun writing this!! i was tired when i wrote this so i got a bit carried away at the end and kinda turned this into an enemies to lovers... but i hope you like it!!

Heavenly Fire- Jace x Fem!Reader (he has too many last names.)

summary: in the request!

warnings: NSFW!! smut! porn with minimal plot... oral (f recieving)(jace is the king of giving head), fingering, first time(?), but no actual sex </3

notes: i couldn't think of a title for this :( fun fact: my shower isn't working right now that is what inspired me to write this! also i feel like i nailed jace's personality in this one, i always find it hard when i'm writing for jace because of his personality but this one...

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“God! Do you ever shut up?!” You turned around to Jace, who was following you towards the kitchen as Isabelle had just made lunch.

“Now, I know I’ve been called heavenly, but a God? I’ve not heard that before.” He teased, earning an evil stare from you.

“What are you talking about?” Isabelle asked, placing some bowls on the table of what appeared to be soup?

“Jace is being a-“

“Y/n confessed her everlasting love to me, we’re getting married next week, I better go and inform Alec and Magnus-“

“Oh shut up, Jace! You know I don’t like you!” You gave Jace a shove before you sat down at the table. He snickered as he sat down opposite you, clearly happy with your reaction.

“Keep telling yourself that, love.” He said under his breath before Isabelle joined the two of you at the table.

There was no denying Jace was attractive, it was almost annoying how he always looked perfect. His perfect blonde hair and his perfect eyes and his perfect smirk and his perfect body- But that wasn’t why you hated him. You hated him because he was such an asshole all the time. He knew he was good looking, and he was overly confident- or so it seemed to you. He never had an issue when it came to one night stands, but you noticed he could never hold down a relationship. You would never see him with the same girl more than once, sometimes twice on the odd occasion. Even you had longer relationships than that (although Isabelle would say being together for 5 days didn’t count as a relationship.)

After finishing the soup Izzy had made, you gave Jace one last glance before standing up and placing your bowl by the sink.

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After a long day of training, it was no surprise that you were sweaty and needed a shower. So, naturally, you headed to your bathroom, locked the door and began to undress. But there was a problem.

Your shower wasn’t working.

You sighed and stepped back out, taking your robe which was hanging up by the door and slipping it on, tying it up, and unlocking the bathroom door again.

You hoped that Isabelle would let you use her bathroom, as the spare bathrooms were tiny and quite frankly disgusting. But as you got closer to her room, you could hear music being played, and as you put your ear to the door you heard not only Isabelle’s voice but also Simon’s. You quickly dismissed this idea.

But that meant you only had one more option. Jace.

Alec was most probably at Magnus’ apartment, so you could use his shower- but you wouldn’t want to do so without asking him first. So you had no other choice.

You felt a strange buzz of anxiety in your belly as you knocked on Jace’s door, all you wanted to do was have a shower, there’s nothing to be anxious about!

As he opened the door, you were met with a shirtless Jace, his hair damp and slightly wavy, his-

“Come to discuss our wedding, love?” He teased you, eyeing you up and down, trying to figure out if you were actually wearing anything beneath your robe. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding and shook your head.

“Jace, look, my shower isn’t working and Izzy has Simon over. I didn’t want to have to bother you but-”

“You want to take a shower with me? Without taking me to dinner first? Wow-”

“No, no! I meant, I- You-” You suddenly became quite flustered, unable to think of anything other than the sight of him in the shower, hair dripping, the way the water would fall on his body- Stop! You were sure you were blushing now, and as you looked back up at him, he confirmed it with a devilish smirk.

“What’s got you so pink in the face, sweetheart? I thought you hated me?” He taunted you, and you couldn’t take it any more. The throbbing between your thighs was becoming almost painful as you wrapped your arms around his neck and captured his lips with yours in a needy kiss. You couldn’t help but think about what this would do to his ego. He was going to become unbearable to live with, but in the moment you couldn’t help yourself. He was so fucking hot, you could never truly hate him.

You pushed him backwards a little, so you were both in his room with the door shut. If Isabelle saw the two of you right now, she would never shut up about it, telling you I told you so. You always denied your feelings towards Jace, hiding them with hatred, and he always expressed his feelings through teasing you, causing you to ‘hate’ him even more.

Quickly, you pull away from Jace before he had the chance to rest his hands on your waist.

“Oh, fuck!” You hid your face with your hands, turning away from Jace. You were such an idiot.

“What is it? Did I do something wrong, I-” Jace genuinely seemed confused, and quite panicked by your sudden change in attitude.

“No. Well, actually, yes you have. You’re such an asshole, Jace. But I can’t help every time I see your perfect fucking face, or your… What I’m trying to say is this was a mistake. I-” You were shut up by lips crashing into yours once more, this time more passionate than the last. His hand cupped your face as the other held your waist, leading the two of you closer and closer towards the bed. He must have seen the way your eyes were so lust-blown only a few moments ago, as his hand creeped towards the place where your robe was tied, and within seconds it had fallen to the floor.

You would have felt nervous, even anxious about your body being on display like this, especially in front of Jace as he pulled away from the kiss, but as soon as you saw the way he was looking at you, your worries disappeared. His lips were slightly parted, his eyes half-lidded, his chest rising and falling as his breathing became heavier.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his hand gently placed on your shoulder. He slid it down your body, touching you for the first time. He gently caressed your breasts, massaging the soft flesh as small whimpers left your lips and your eyes fell shut. He took a moment to toy with your nipples, and that was when you let out an almost pornographic moan. At that, he dropped to his knees, his hand sliding down your torso until it rested just above your cunt.

He placed kisses along your thighs before looking up at you, as if asking for permission. You eagerly nodded your head, you desperately needed him to touch you.

He moved slightly and took one of your legs, lifting it over his shoulder to put your slick pussy on full display for him. He parted your lips with two fingers, before leaning in and swiping his tongue along your clit. The action was so sudden that your knees buckled beneath you, so he moved once more and pushed you down onto the bed. As your back fell onto the mattress, he pulled you closer to him so your knees were hanging off his bed. Then, he resumed his attack on your clit.

“Oh fuck! Jace!” You groaned, slapping one hand over your mouth and tangling the other in his hair as he ate you out.

He sucked you clit between his lips, earning a string of moans to fall from your lips, and that’s when he decided to trace his finger over your hole, before replacing it with his thumb. He eased the tip of his thumb in before pulling it out again, watching as your hole pulsed, begging for more.

Without any warning, he slipped his middle finger into you and curled it upwards in a ‘come here’ motion as he continued sucking, lipping and nipping at your clit. Your back arched and your legs wrapped around the man between your thighs, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

“Shh, it’s okay, angel. Think you can take another one?” He teased, bringing a second finger to your entrance.

Jace had assumed you were a virgin, and he was right. However, he knew you had touched yourself before. Occasionally, you would think you were home alone and your hand would travel between your thighs, small moans and whimpers would fall from your lips as Jace passed by your room. It took all his strength to simply walk past, especially when you would moan his name.

He slipped the second finger in, and you felt that familiar feeling in your belly. However, this time it felt ten times stronger. You were worried that you would actually explode when you reached your high.

“I know you’ve been wanting this, angel. Coming undone on my fingers, my tongue. Pretending you hate me, but I could see straight through you. I knew all along you were just a little slut, isn’t that right? I knew just how jealous you would get whenever a girl would come home with me, just how angry it would make you. But it’s okay, they never meant anything,” his thumb replaced his mouth on your clit as he spoke, and his words went straight to your core, “I knew all along you wanted to be my girl. Cum for me and I’ll make your wish come true, cum on my fingers, darling, I know you’re close.

Just as your orgasm washed over you and your thighs began to tremble, Jace leaned down and captured your lips with his. You couldn’t help but moan against his lips, followed by strings of profanities as his fingers continued to pump inside you, working through your high. You had never felt so… wonderful. You were gasping for air but Jace’s lips were still on yours, you could even taste yourself on his tongue.

You wrapped both of your arms around him and held him close, hoping he would lie by your side when you finally came back to reality. However, he escaped from your arms and went into the bathroom to retrieve a soft, damp cloth to clean you up with.

“Stay still for me, darling.” He chuckled as he spread your legs to clean up your messy cunt, but your thighs kept pressing together. However, he managed to clean you up and threw the cloth to the corner of the room, to a pile of clothes that needed washing.

He helped you up the bed, so your head was against the pillows, and lied beside you, pulling you close to him in a warm embrace as your head rested on his chest.

He stroked your bare back, causing you to shiver slightly as it tickled, which seemed to amuse Jace.

“So what does this mean?” You asked, moving your head to look up at Jace who was sitting against the headboard, one arm behind his head.

“What does what mean?”

“Everything you said, about being yours?”

Jace took a moment to think, and you were filled with a sudden panic that he didn’t mean what he said, that it just felt right in the moment.

“You can use my shower, sweetheart. When you’re finished, get changed into something nice, or not- but I don’t think you’d want to wear leggings and a hoodie on your first date.” He said, a smirk creeping up on his lips.

“Are you, the Jace Herondale- who never dates- asking me out on a date?”

“No, I’m not asking you,” he chuckled, playing with your hair, “darling, I’m telling you.”

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malecarchive · 17 days

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saintgoths · 5 months

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☾༺♰༻☽ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀꜱᴇx ☾༺♰༻☽

mdni 18+ - m/f sex.

summary - you ride will herondale.

word count - 508.

will herondale.

“I like that,” he shuddered, his arms wrapped around your waist as he possessively held onto you, you, who had eagerly bounced on his cock had your body leaned against the warmth of his chest, arms looped around his shoulders, focused on chasing your cum that your heat had tightly pulsed around his width.

Just as you had promised from your recent mission, you’d fuck Will if he continued to be good, and as if the world had become alternate, the blue-eyed boy had become well-mannered, courteous and doting, hiding the lump in his trousers he had desperately wanted you to take care off.

You had rolled your hips, your wet walls throbbing against the skin of his cock, the head of his penis licking against the sponginess of your sex, his eyes drunk and dark as he felt his head spiralling, he had wanted this to last for God knows how long, how open his mouth had been, his spit gently drooling down his chin as he had been intoxicated by his lust. Bucking his hips forward, drunk off your hearth as he robotically moved his body.

Smoothly, you had moved your fingers to his chin, cupping his face ere moving to press your lips against his, he had behaved like a dog, one that belonged to an owner, an obedient pet willing to be destroyed by his Goddess, how a dream come true this was, how many moments he had fantasised about you, taking him, riding him and embracing him like the touch starved man he was.

“[Y/N],” he breathed out, whiny, his cock twitching between your cunt, throbbing with impending cum, holding onto your body tight, his demeanour desperate and submissive, his usual cool blue eyes now dark with lust looking into yours, reticently begging you to allow him to cum and once you had purposely locked and tightened your sex around his width---he had grunted, his moan dismayed and chopped, “I love you!” He cried out once his load seeped and coated the warm walls of your cunt.

His grip around you now loose as he had fell against his back, his mind dumb and anxious of the intense climax your wetness and warmth had brought to him, his hands now beside your hips as you rolled yourself, racing and reaching for your climax, using him as your toy while fiddling with your bare and hard nipples. “Good boy,” you moaned, “lay like that for me,” you whimpered while bouncing your figure up his cock, the curved tip of his shaft bruising the soft formless button inside your sex, your heat wetting around his width as you had begun to cream around his length.

“Oh yeah!” You cried out, “fuck!” You whimpered, your body now arthritic and rigid while the rest of your orgasm capped and painted his member aided with soft whines and whimpers rooted from Will, who had looked up at you with soft passionate eyes. “You think everybody heard?” You asked and with a weak chuckle, Will had nodded.

“Definitely.”

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#will herondale x you #will herondale x reader #will x reader #will herondale smut #will herondale fanfiction #will herondale #shadowhunters #the infernal devices

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henrywinterswhore · 2 years

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you can't convince me that Jace Herondale is not what people on wattpad want Harry Styles to be

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thelightofthebane · 8 months

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When There Was Me And You

Summary: The last thing that Magnus ever expected when arriving for his newest film project in Charleston, South Carolina, was to meet the one person that would change the course of his life, even if they didn’t have the smoothest start.

This wonderful fic was written by the absolute Queen quill_and_ink for the Shadowhunters Mini Bang 2023 by @malecdiscordserver

You can now read it on AO3!

For now, enjoy these moodboards and what they could mean for each chapter 😉💙💜

#shmb2023 #shadowhunters #malec #alec lightwood #magnus bane #quill and ink #moodboards #my art #smut

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domxmarvel · 1 year

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Smut bingo (Closed)

I’m finally re-opening my inbox for smut request I took a break for a while so I’m trying to get back into it. please check my Guidelines & who i write for before sending a request. You are allowed to combine slots (Maximum 3 per fic)

(Please keep in mind that all characters are aged up)

Crossed out= Taken

Needy+ Mirrors/Windows Tamaki amajiki x Gender neutral!Reader (Afab)

Heels+ Office sex+ Roleplay Rosa diaz x Female!Reader

Leash+ Merfolk+ Cock warming Sidon x Female!Reader

Praise kink Jack howl x Female!Reader

Lingerie Rosa diaz x Female!Reader

Vibrator Jade leech x Female!Reader

Lipstick Vil schoenheit x Female!Reader

Bite + Cat ears Hawks x FTM!Reader

Blindfold+ Fangs Lilia vanrouge x Female!Reader

Threesome + Strap on Loid x Female!Reader x Yor

Size difference+Handcuffs Tamaki amajiki x Male!Reader

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yonaioana · 1 year

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Masterlist!

Genshin impact

Obey me

My hero academia

Seven deadly sins (preferably Ban)

Dc (mostly Damian)

Killing stalking

Dark fall (the bl)

Paper flower ( the bl)

Slashers

Demon slayer

Spy family

Tmnt

Ennead

Gravity falls

Wardstone chronicles

Shadowhunters (the book since I have not seen the series)

Howl's moving castle

If you want something that is not here it will take longer cause I will have to look into it.

Will write: fluff smut angst(not hardcore angst)

Will not write: pedophilia; r*pe; death; drugs; etc.

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aprill-99 · 10 months

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I have been reading ACOTAR this summer in an attempt to give myself a brain break before 3L and because the books were left in my Airbnb so, ya know, free, and while I will admit my reactions have been mixed, I have many thoughts, have been entertained, and accomplished my general goal…

HOWEVER

I desperately need to know if anyone else here on Tumblr shares one particular thought with me.

Okay I’ll set the scene:

*Gigantic Worm Appears for Feyre to Fight.*

Aramatha: *evil cackling*

The Crowd: *gasp.*

Rhyse: “I can figure out how to profit here probably. That’s a valid way of showing wifey support when she doesn’t know she’s wifey yet right?”

Feyre: *Panics and takes action. Everything is incredibly dramatic.*

……..

Me: *to myself* “massive worm, massive worm, what’s this make me think of….”

Me: “….. Oh yeah!”

Me: *William-Mother-Fucking-Herondale Voice* “A forty foot worm?!? Think of the size of the fish we could catch!”

Anyway I’m like 3/4 through book two and am still entertained with this as a generally fun read by not taking any of it too seriously and avoiding anything resembling a ship war and now I’m considering if it’s at all possible to think up a crossover where the massive worm is Papa Lightworm.

#a court of thorns and roses #shadowhunters #April is Reading Again #I think in these I’m here for the smut and the angst more or less #I’m contemplating writing nothing but silly reactions #if no one has thought if this crossover I will be genuinely shocked #hot male wives written by women with many tattoos and weapons are at least a key feature in both #that’s grounds for crossover right?#incorrect quotes #the infernal devices #will herondale #rhysand #cassian #azriel #jace herondale #james herondale #jem carstairs #julian blackthorn #mark blackthorn

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alexagirlie · 5 months

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War of Hearts - A Shadowhunters/The Last Kingdom crossover

Pairing: Finan/Sihtric/Uhtred

Summary: a non-chronological series featuring the adventures of Shadowhunter Finan and Werewolves Sihtric and Uhtred.

Part 1: FU In My Head (smut, biting, marking, frottage)

Part 2: Where We Come Alive - coming soon

Part 3: TBA

Part 4: TBA

Part 5: TBA

#kirstin's chronicles #the last kingdom #the last kingdom fanfiction #shadowhunters au #sihtric kjartansson #finan #uhtred of bebbanburg #smut #masterlist

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soulofapatrick · 1 month

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Safe in your Arms - Alec Lightwood x female reader

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

Words: 1.7K

Warnings: none really

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

Y/N’s POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Clothes then breakfast?”

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

“Deal.”

The Shadowhunters Masterlist TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023

#Alec Lightwood #Alec Lightwood fluff #Alec Lightwood smut #Alec Lightwood angst #tmi #the mortal instruments one shots #the mortal instruments #Alec Lightwood x reader #Alec Lightwood x you #Alec Lightwood x y/n #Matthew daddario #shadowhunters #alec lightwood imagines #Alec Lightwood x male reader #Alec Lightwood x gender neutral reader #Alec Lightwood x

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angelst4re · 2 years

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Jace wayland smut

so... i came up with the idea for this whilst listening to weeknd and i just think it's been one of my best ones so far... i hope you like it!! <3

Professional- Jace Wayland/ Herondale/ Lightwood x Stripper!Reader

summary: you and jace dated in the past but broke up as he was moving away, after years, you reunite at the strip club you work at...

warning: NSFW!! smut, oral (m receiving!)

note: jace <3333 also, can i just say i'm still not ever this photo, it has taken over my brain all over again. ALSO, i'm thinking of writing a part 2 to this where he *repays* reader so let me know if you'd like that!! :)

Jace Wayland was a name you would never forget. Although the two of you were only young he had given you memories to last a lifetime. Neither of you wanted to break up, but he was moving away. It was for the best. You both knew that the long distance wouldn’t work out and he wanted to put your happiness first.

However, that was not the case. It had been 6 years and you still thought about him almost every day, every time you saw a motorbike or a mango or a duck, your first thought would be Jace. You had tried to move on, start new relationships and situationships, but nothing would ever last longer than a couple weeks. You constantly craved male validation now Jace had gone and you couldn’t hold down a relationship, so you turned to the strip club.

Jace knew he would also never move on from the relationship the two of you had. He had tried, though. He experimented with relationships, went on a few dates, then turned to sleeping around. However, that all stopped when Clary turned up at the Institute. This time he had managed to trick his brain into loving her, he knew it was the best he could do now that you weren’t around.

He was so dedicated to loving Clary, taking his mind off of you, that he had even proposed to her. He knew that way he would be tied to her, and no longer tied to you.

Magnus Bane was adamant about organising Jace’s stag party. He wanted to do as much as he could to make Jace feel uncomfortable, just so he and Alec could laugh about it before going in to rescue him. This resulted in a visit to the strip club.

As the 25 year old Jace Herondale walked through the door, you immediately decided your brain was playing tricks on you. There was no way he could be here. The last time you had seen him, he was 19, you were 18, and boy had he aged wonderfully. His face was more defined, his jawline sharp enough to cut. His golden hair remained the same, but there was a new addition- more runes and a few tattoos.

After you finally decided your mind was no longer messing with you, you went to fix your makeup, deciding that you were going to be the one to see to him tonight, and if anyone else tried, it would result in a stiletto to the eye.

“Jace Wayland,” you smirked, your long legs carrying you towards him, the 7 inch heels tapping against the floor as you walked. Tonight you wore a black skin-tight dress, what was underneath was to be revealed later. “What are you doing here?”

One of the men he was with began to grin, his cat-like eyes widening in amusement as he patted Jace on the back.

“Don’t tell me you’re a regular!” Magnus laughed, but Jace’s face showed no sign of amusement.

“It’s Herondale now, actually.” Jace had corrected you, “what are you doing here?”

“I work here, darling.” You smiled, looking at him through your lashes, “now, would you like a dance?”

“He would!” The other man he was with spoke, his dazzling blue eyes were playful as he grinned at Jace. “It’s his stag night, we thought he-”

“You’re getting married? Wow, who’s the lucky person?” You faked a big smile, your words sounded a lot harsher than they should have.

“That doesn’t matter.” Jace dismissed your question, “let’s get this over and done with, then.”

You had led Jace back to one of the private rooms, sitting him on the chair as you began to take your hair out of it’s ponytail, letting it fall to your shoulders.

“I still can’t believe you’re working here.” Jace said after a few moments of silence, “what happened?”

“My parents kicked me out when I told them I didn’t want to be like them anymore. I needed a place to stay and a way to make money, and… well, I like the way they look at me.” You said, cringing at how vulnerable you sounded, yet you made your way over to Jace. He spread his legs out, pulling you down on top of him.

“Darling, I hate the thought of anyone else seeing your body. Please, you can’t stay here.” He said, placing his hands on your waist.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Wayland.” You smirked, tracing your hands down your chest, moving to the sound of the music. “I’m a big girl now.”

Jace didn’t correct you on his name, instead his hands rubbed down your back, resting just above your ass. He smirked seeing how flustered you had become under his touch.

“Is this how they touch you?” He asked.

“Usually, I don’t allow them to touch me,” you smirked, flipping your hair over your shoulder before bending down to whisper in his ear, “but I can make an exception for you.”

The two of you knew you had unfinished business, maybe one night together would be the closure you both needed, or maybe it would leave you feeling even more empty- either way, you both knew what you wanted.

You placed a delicate kiss just under his ear, moving your hips to the music that played. He groaned, his hands coming back up to your waist to slow your pace.

“Darling,” he whispered, “if you carry on like this you know where it’s going to lead to.”

“I know… maybe I want it to lead to that.” You grinned, ripping yourself out of his arms and standing up, reaching behind you to unzip your dress. “I’ve missed you, Wayland.”

Once again, Jace didn’t correct you. His attention was elsewhere.

“Maybe I’ve missed you too.” He grins, shifting about in his seat, “now get over here.”

You do as he says, and he spins you around so your back is to him. He leaned forwards, placing one hand on your hip as the other came up to the zip of your dress. As he slowly dragged it down, exposing your back, goosebumps rose on your skin. He was always so gentle with you.

He softly traces his finger over a long scar on your back, you had gotten this in your first fight. Jace wasn’t there to protect you, you had gotten into an argument and Jace being Jace, hadn’t answered any of your calls. He had never forgiven himself for it.

He kissed the scar before turning you back around to face him. You dropped your dress to the ground, revealing the intense lingerie set you had been wearing. Jace immediately bit down on his lip, he couldn’t help the jealousy that had consumed him as he thought about you wearing this for many people to see.

He still remembered the way your body felt under his, the way you would moan into his kisses, the way your legs would wrap around his waist when you begged for him to go faster.

Noticing the bulge in his jeans, you smiled and placed your hands on his thighs, dropping to your knees.

The room suddenly got hotter and the air was thick. You looked up at Jace through your lashes with lust-filled eyes, he looked down at you, his lips slightly parted as his chest heaved. He leaned down, placing a finger under your chin as he crashed his lips into yours. He always felt like heaven.

As the kiss began to get more heated, your hands fumbled around with his belt. When it was off, you now worked to unbutton his jeans. Your mouth was almost watering at the thought of tasting him again, feeling him.

When his jeans were unbuttoned, you pulled them down his thighs along with his boxers, his aching cock was already leaking precum. You swiped your finger over the top as you pulled away from his lips, slipping your finger into your mouth instead. He groaned at your actions, kissing your forehead before leaning back, spreading his legs out further.

“You sure you wanna do this?” He asked, his voice dropped a few octaves, utterly consumed by lust. His fingers combed through your hair as you looked up at him.

“Yes.” You stated bluntly, wrapping your hand around his cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned as you began pumping his hand.

You pressed a wet kiss to the tip of his dick before wrapping your lips around it, sucking on him like it was the last thing you would ever do. You couldn’t help but press your thighs together when he threw his head back, running a hand through his hair.

You were determined to make this the best orgasm he’s had since leaving you, wanting to leave him begging for more. You hollowed your cheeks as you took him further down your throat, your hand working at the base. You placed your other hand on his bare thigh and felt him bucking his hips in time with your actions.

The sounds he would make were music to your ears. His hand came down to push your hair away from your face, holding it in a makeshift ponytail before involuntarily thrusting his hips again, forcing you to take all of him into your mouth. Despite your best attempts to hold it back, you couldn’t help but gag as you felt it hit the back of your throat. He immediately apologised, but you didn’t care. It was clear he was enjoying this, so you did it again, allowing him to fuck your throat.

“Holy shit,” he groaned, using his other hand to wipe away a tear that had slid down your cheek, “you’re so- so good… I’m not gonna last much longer, angel.”

His words only encouraged you further. Needing to feel him finish in your mouth, you worked faster, bobbing your head and sucking harder. Your teeth accidentally grazed a vein on his cock and that’s when you felt him twitch inside your mouth. He pushed your head down so your nose was pressed into his pelvis as he came down your throat with a loud groan.

As you swallowed it all, you pushed yourself up with the hand on his thigh and looked down at him, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, his head thrown back, you were ready to climb on his lap.

Then there was a knock on the door.

“Hey, y/n, it’s been 15 minutes now. I need to use this room soon.” A girl you guessed to be Lillian called from the other side of the door.

You frowned, forgetting you were actually at work and if anyone found out you had sucked off a ‘customer’ you would probably lose your job.

“Okay, we’re done now, anyway.” You shouted back, desperately trying to get your dress back on.

As you reached behind to zip it up, you were met with Jace’s hands. He zipped your dress back up for you and kissed your shoulder.

“Since I now have a favour to repay…” he whispered, handing you his phone to type your number in.

#jace wayland smut #jamie campbell bower x reader #jamie bower smut #jamie campbell bower smut #jamie campbell bower #jace herondale #jace herondale x reader #jace herondale smut #jace wayland x reader #shadowhunters #city of bones #jace lightwood #he has too many names.#jamie bower #jamie bower x reader

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saintgoths · 6 months

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☾༺♰༻☽ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇꜱ☾༺♰༻☽

mdni 18+ - humping, riding, m/loss of virginity & will being pussy drunk.

summary - for seven minutes, both you and will are stuck in a closet, in a brothel.

word count - 2,296.

will herondale.

You hated him and you tried to reason why Charlotte would put the both of you in a mission, currently, the two of you had tracked after a Demon, Baleron, who had stolen an important artifact from the Clave and since the two of you were brilliant fighters, Charlotte had assigned you to go with Will.

If it weren’t for Jem’s illness you would’ve pushed him to take your place, but unlike the blue-eyed freak who had ran beside you, you had a good heart and didn’t force Jem to take your place in the condition he was in.

“A brothel?!” You hissed as you had watched the green skinned being fiercely enter the lewd business and after you had spoken you had heard the vexatious chuckle echo from the back of Will’s throat.

Annoyed, you had whipped your head towards Will who had already looked down at you. “Can’t look down at the man for wanting to beat off his needs,” he defended and as kickback you had rolled your eyes fore you began to drag your feet towards the building.

It hadn’t been fancy, verily, it had seemed like a place where people cheaply paid for a good lay. “You’re telling me you never had moments where you had to indulge within your needs?” He hummed and in response you had looked up at him again.

“Will,” you threatened.

“I’ve read about women and their enchanting desires, sometimes I see women enter brothels for pleasure more than men---” annoyed you had smacked your hand against his arm and pulled him close to you.

“We focus on the mission---”

“Oh, so after the mission we can—” yet, before he could finish his sentence you had immediately darted towards the entrance of the brothel, agitated by his need to irritate, perhaps that’s why he had always victimised you, your way of reacting so quickly to his behaviour.

With Will behind you, you had pushed the entrance open and revealed the amorous world of carnal to the both of you, and that was not what had surprised you both, not because it was a brothel, with the quick scan of the place, the both of you had realised it was a Downworlder brothel and immediately the two of you had taken a step back.

“We need the invisibility rune,” you whispered and with a slight hum, the dark-haired boy had agreed to your statement and immediately, the two of you had hovered your stele stick over the perfected tattooed runes of your skins, you had been quicker than Will and when you finished with the task, you had quickly taken a glance to his exposed skin and took in the intricate details of his body.

You had always thought the runes on Will’s body had always complimented his appearance, you had reticently agreed that Will was an attractive man, but if it weren’t for his personality, you would’ve jumped his bones earlier, though his tart mouth had made it impossible.

Now confident, the two of you had re-entered the Downworlder brothel, the complicated differences of each Demon, Werewolf and Vampire that had stood in the hall, kissing and making love had spun a feeling in the both of you, nevertheless, focused on tracking the green-skinned Demon you had trailed after his trail.

He had a blue-skinned monster in his arm and a briefcase that had held the stolen artifact in his other hand. The duo had entered a room and both you and Will had watched how the man had laid the blue-skinned demon named Merena, against the bed and placed his briefcase beside the bed ere he entered the bathroom connected to the bought room.

“What do we do? We can’t just take it, they’ll know,” Will said and in quick thought, you had scanned the bedroom and identified a closet the both of you could hide in and hastily you had dragged the taller being inside with you, and once the closet doors closed behind you, it had immediately alerted the two Downworlders.

“What was that?” The woman questioned, but in need to take high of his pleasure, Baleron had shrugged it off.

“Nothing Merena,” he smiled and tense, the both of you had stood still in the closet, it had been wide but not large in size, which had made it utterly complicated for both of you and Will. Will who had his back pressed against the closet and your chest pressed against his chest, had surprisingly not comment on the circumstance and anxious, you had bit the bottom of your lip as you had already dread what was to come.

Both Baleron and Merena had begun to kiss and the commence of their love-making had been quick. “Wouldn’t it be better to sit down?” You whispered, “for more space?”

“Oh, yes,” Will quickly responded and without second thought, the both of you aimed to sit down, without realising that you’d had to sit on Will’s lap as there had been no more space for the both of you, swiftly, you had damned yourself the moment your legs had been at each side of his, and as his arms wrapped around your lower back, you could feel his eyes stare up at you examining each involved detail of your face, in need to say something, he had held himself back, a rare enfeebled side of him reaching to its peak.

“Wouldn’t it be best to wrap your arms around my shoulders?” He inquired, “for more space?”

Quickly, you had nodded your head, both your limbs finding way to lock around his shoulders and during the movement, you had pulled yourself higher up his lap, the crotch between your legs finding contact with the solid arousal of his and immediately you had paused, the both of you hadn’t faced each other but you were assured the both of you had thought the same thing.

It was definite that the loud moans and skin contact that had occurred outside of the closet had not made the situation any better and without moving a muscle, your covered area had remained on top of his. Aware that if either of you had moved it would commence friction, a friction that would alert a stirred reaction from the both of you, and you hadn’t wanted that, had you…?

Withal, the way he had grabbed and closed his arms around your waist in a demeanour that had stated protection and security had moved you and you silently insulted yourself that it had did, though the only person you could blame was yourself, as it was your fault that the two of you had been stuck in a closet and in this position, there was no one else to blame but you the moment you had gently rocked yourself against his covered member, a soft moan gently had echoed from the back of your throat and surprised, Will had sat up straighter than before, his hands had moved lower to your hips while you had erotically pleased your against him.

“Well, look at what we have here,” he breathed and you could feel his hot breath fan against your neck as he had slowly joined your movements, his lips now pressed against your skin while you had achingly moaned at the stinging pleasure his covered cock had brought to you.

“Fuck you Will,” you whimpered as your pace began to hasten.

“I’d love that,” he teased, and raw and sensual, the Herondale boy had sucked on your skin and had allowed you to move however you had wanted against him, truthfully, he had liked it, the way you had moved beastly as you humped for your pleasure, your carnal and obscene movements enough to push a grunt and amatory moan from his lips as he had then moved his paws against your buttocks.

You had now faced him. you had unbuttoned your shirt to expose the plump skin of your body to Will as you had silently ached for more, you had eventually pushed yourself to expose your needs. “I want more,” you whispered and immediately your other hand had reached down his trousers and hastily pulled out his heated cock that had lewdly sprung out from his clothing, the member strong and tall, and the tip red and desperate for the warmth of your cunt.

Silent, you had aimed to pull your lower clothing down your legs and you could feel the rousing nectar trickle down your legs as you had hungrily looked at his cock, you had liked it, it had curved forward and been a good size of tall and girthy.

“I’ve never done it before,” Will quickly whispered and surprised you had flicked your head up towards him, astonished by the words that had left his mouth, and flushed, he had looked up at you and saw the smile that took upon your mouth.

“Then let me be the one,” you said and without second thought you had hovered the wetness of your crotch against the angry coloured tip of his cock and gently rubbed it, the small and quick chafing enough to bring a moan from each of you had influenced you to sink down his shaft, allowing the width of his cock to smoothly spread you open, and the troubled whimper that had left Will’s throat had struck you vulgar.

How much of a confident man he had always expressed himself to be, had only had his cock wrapped around his hand and not the warmth of a woman’s cunt, until now.

Slow you had begun, riding the length of his cock you had watched the way he had pulled his head back, his hands still strong against your buttocks to aid you to bounce against his member while you had rocked your hips forward pleasuring the both of you as the sounds of the smacks of your skins had heightened in the closet.

Eager, Will had gently followed your lead, moving his body in the complimentary rhythm that had aided the two of you to reach the crest of pleasure, each movement had been faster than the last, and each movement had been rugged than before.

Your pearl had ached in pleasure as you pulsed around him, and your soft cries enough to move him into a tousled and cragged demeanour. It had been so wet and noisy, while the head of Will’s cock had dragged against the inside of your walls, the arch of his shaft easily pressing against the soft areas of your pussy that had caved you to quiver against him, your eyes wet in ruffled bliss while Will began to take more control of the action.

“Will!” You cried out as you could feel him buckle his hips upwards, vulgarly drunk he could feel drool slip from the edges of his mouth as he found difficulty to put together the words that he had wanted.

He had groaned and within the moan you could hear your name, his eyes had rolled to the back of his head as he had animalistically rolled his hips forwards and pummelled his cock deep inside your cunt edging you to struggle to remember what your own name had been and the atmosphere you had currently been stuck in.

“Will!” You whimpered, your fingers had now traced the edges of his jaw before the both of you had pressed your lips against each other, your lips sore but soft within the hungry embrace the both of you had drowned yourself in, and obsessed with the warmth and tightness you had brought around his cock, the world had currently only included the both of you.

“Just like that! Just like that!” You moaned as you could feel your climax desire to peak.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured before he had found his lips latched around your exposed nipple, stimulating the bud with his flushed mouth Will had continued to fuck his cock inside your cunt driving and talking you down your orgasm into an intense surge, the nectar of your dribble had wrapped around his girthy shaft and shamelessly you had twitched against him while he continued to use your body to ride out the guaranteed orgasm that had chased after him.

His eyes now focused on you, he had whispered once more, “you’re so beautiful,” he repeated and as your eyes had locked with his, you had noted the drunk and high expression that had been written in his face and orbs, as he chased after his climax while you had now slowly humped against his cock, in sync intoxicated with the lovemaking the two of you had shared, Will hadn’t wanted it to stop.

The thick white ropes of his cum had seeped down your pussy and had coated the walls with its nectar and befuddled, the both of you had kissed once more, unashamed by the mess the two of you had created in the closet as you had expressed the now unleashed aroused and passionate feelings the both of you had always had for each other.

“We need to focus on the mission now,” you whispered and in slight hopelessness, Will had gently shook his head, pussy-drunk and aching for more of your cunt.

“I need more,” he replied and beholden of the hold you had over him, a small smile had been placed on your face.

“When we get back to the institute, after we finish the mission,” you responded, “and if you’re a good boy we can try more positions.”

Pleased, Will had nodded his head before he had pulled up and buttoned his clothes in the tight space the two of you had fucked in, already buzzed by the future lovemaking he would partake with you.

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