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Leata's Master List 2026
Please read the Ratings and Tags associated with each work as most of my work contains smut, violence, gore, and other adult themes. Individual tags and warnings per work are listed within each below link.
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Buffyverse
Curses and Promises, Rated Teen, word count 580 (Spangel)
Facing the Strange Together, Rated General, word count 127 (Willow/Buffy)
Flowers and Peaches, Rated Mature, word count 2170 (Fred/Spike/Angel)
It's in the Water, Rated Mature, word count 1,795 (Spangel)
Just Kiss Me, Rated Teen, word count 346 (Spike/Giles)
A Lesson to Learn, Rated Mature, word count 641 (Spangel)
Movie Night, Rated Explicit, word count 443 (smut, Xander Harris & Willow Rosenberg & Buffy Summers)
Stay with Me, Rated Teen, word count 672 (Spangel)
DC Universes
Hair Care, Rated Explicit, word count 2000 (Clex alt. Earth verse)
Hit Her Twice for Me, Rated Teen, word count 480 (Supercorp)
Hot Chocolate and Kisses in the Dark, Rated Teen, word count 961 (ColdWestAllen)
I Just Needed to Talk, Rated Teen, word count 772 (Clex preslash)
You Look Damn Good in Cowboy Boots, Rated Teen, word count 3130 (Coldflash)
The Magnus Archives
Come Hold Me, It Would Break Her Heart, Rated Explicit, word count 1413 (OG LE)
He is in a Terrible Mood, Rated Explicit, word count 3,348 (LE)
His Mary, Rated Explicit, word count 830 (Eric Delano/Mary Keay)
I Need a Break, Rated Teen, word count 605(LE)
Jonah Takes a Break: Filled and Waiting, Rated Explicit, word count 1745 (Jonahbus)
Jonah Takes a Break: Rest Later, Rated Explicit, word count 1489 (Jonah Magnus/Maxwell Rayner)
Jonah Takes a Break: A Warm Up, Rated Explicit, word count 2,747 (OG LE + Dr. Jonathan Fanshawe)
Just the Two of Us, Rated Teen, word count 6098 (LE)
Scars that Watch, Rated Mature, word count 428 (jonmartin)
Now Sign, Rated Explicit, word count 1329 (LE)
Three Avatars and Two Ships, Rated Explicit, word count 8000+ (LE au)
To Live, Rated Mature, word count 1393 (Jonah centred)
Yours to Ruin, Rated Mature word count 426 (Jonelias)
Welcome Home, Darling, Rated Explicit, word count 2647 (LE)
Supernatural
Always like This, Rated Explicit, word count 1062 (John x Dean)
Check Up, Rated Explicit, word count 2126 (Sabriel)
Early Mornings by the Shore, Rated Mature, word count 1991 (dark Sabriel)
First Kiss, Rated Mature, word count 1215 (Lokiel: Gabriel/Loki)
Happy Anniversary Sammoose, Rated Explicit, word count,2570 (Sabriel)
I'm Still Here, Rated Explicit, word count 3929 (Wincest)
It's Been a Long Time, Rated General, word count 1914 (Midam and Raphael centric)
With Holy Fire Between Us, Rated Explicit, word count 1764 (Sabriel)
Fandom/Ships/Characters: DCU (any verse) - Clark Kent & Lex Luthor, Clark Kent/Lois Lane
Rating: Teen and Up
Word Count: 772
Warnings and Tags: pre break up, old friends, friends to enemies, enemies to lovers, pre slash, prison visits, chess, communication, lex knows who superman is, Lois knows who superman is
Summary: Clark visits Lex in prison instead of going home.
Written for the @dc-hero-villain-fest for the prompt(s): "I know you better than anyone else."
Author Notes: Yesss more heroes and villains! This time a bit of a preslash situation.
Happy Reading! I appreciate every like, comment, and reblog! ❤️
Read, I Just Needed to Talk, Rated Teen, in full below or on my Ao3.
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I Just Needed to Talk
“What are you really doing here, Clark?” Lex asked fingers toying with his pawn. “And don't say it's for chess, god knows you are horrible…”
The brunette frowned at the chessboard between them. He never won against Lex, but it really wasn't why he came here. Why did he come here today to talk to the other man? It didn't feel like his typical excuses for visiting. So often he came here in hopes of helping Lex find himself again, find the redemption he didn't seem to want. Clark couldn't give up on him, didn't want to give up on him. No matter how many times Lex had tried to kill him, the Kryptonian could only remember the days when they had been best friends.
Lex looked up to him leaning on his hand. “Is something the matter?” He asked, taking in the other's expression.
Clark frowned, eyes flickering up to the bald older man before returning back down to the board. “It's your turn Lex.” His voice was a mumble as he looked at the board knowing the other would put him in check soon enough.
“Oh, I'm well aware, Kent,” he sighed, watching him and lifting his finger from his piece. “I am also well aware that something is troubling you today. More than usual when you deem it fit to grace me with your presence.”
Clark frowned at the board, glaring at it as Lex sat back from it.
“Lex-”
“Come now, Clark. I am not playing if you won't talk,” he crossed his arms over his chest. “Out with it. I know you better than anyone else, I know when you are holding something back. When something is bothering you."
Clark hated how true that was, how much Lex still knew him and how much he desperately wanted to talk to him. To talk to anyone about it, especially someone who could hope to understand what he meant. His eyes looked at Lex sighing at the interest he saw and the concern he found in blue eyes.
“I…” Clark shrugged, pushing up his glasses and rubbing a hand down his face. “I just needed to get away from the apartment. Lois…”
Lex's lips parted in understanding a small sound leaving him. “I take it that things have not been going well?” he ventured, finally moving a piece as Clark began to talk.
Clark rubbed his eyes, groaning, taken back to the days where he would go to Lex to talk about his relationships. “No,” he frowned thinking about. “It's going fine. Same as it always is, but,” he bit his lip it sounded so foolish.
“But?” Lex pressed as he watched Clark finger at his knight.
“But,” his head tilted to the side, “You know her, knew us before…” his hand waved to the prison they were sitting in and Lex released a hum. “Does she… does she love me —Clark, or…?” Clark winced at his own words, at the question and doubt in it. He sounded so childish to complain about something so small.
Lex watched him, studying the discomfort that radiated from the alien across from him. He frowned. It wasn't the first time he had wondered about it himself. “Ms. Lane has always enjoyed a good story far more than the one reporting it,” he answered diplomatically. “Perhaps it is something best raised with her.”
“I've tried, Lex, but she just… it's stupid isn't it?”
Lex took a breath before answering, pushing away his own complex feelings regarding Superman and Clark. “Far from it,” he dissuaded. “I often struggled living in the shadow of Superman, it's not a surprise you do as well,” he pushed out a sigh. “Just another thing we have in common, I suppose.”
Clark frowned at the board as Lex took his turn. “You think I should try to talk to her again?” He questioned, wishing that Lex would give him some other advice.
“Yes, Clark. Communication and honesty is key,” he said, looking at the other who seemed dismayed by his advice and the memories it dredged to the surface. Lex smiled, his point made. “If it is worth anything, I have always hated every part of you equally, farm boy. Check,” he added as he moved his bishop with a huff of a laugh.
Clark chuckled, taking in Lex's teasing grin. “Not always,” he reminded, returning the smile.
The older man nodded, reluctant to remember the memories of friendship and near romance that was now bathed in distrust and hurt feelings.
“No," he sighed softly, looking back to the board. "No, not always,” he admitted in a hushed whisper.
Fandom/Ships/Characters: DCU/Supergirl- Supercorp: Kara Zo-El/Lena Luthor
Rating: Teen and Up
Word Count: 480
Warnings and Tags: Lena knows who Supergirl is, Team ups, established relationship, training, fluff, kissing, mild praise kink (Kara), redemption arc
Summary: The last thing Kara wants to do is fight Lena's family, Lena doesn't have the same issue.
Written for the @dc-hero-villain-fest for the prompt(s): "You're holding yourself back."
Author Notes: woo! So many dc prompts this month so little time. Here's a short one to kick things off!
Happy Reading! I appreciate every like, comment, and reblog! ❤️
Read, Hit Her Twice for Me, Rated Teen, in full below or on my Ao3.
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Hit Her Twice for Me
“Kara,” Lena sighed, hands on her hips as she watched the Kryptonian. "You're holding yourself back.”
The blonde frowned at the dummy in front of her. She glaring at it before hitting it again and watching the concrete break apart under her fist.
“I'm not.”
A snorted laugh left the other woman, lower jaw sliding from side to side. She pressed out a breath through her nose as she rolled her tongue, chewing on her words, behind firmly pressed together lips.
“You most certainly are,” she said after a moment of thought while Kara spun around her cape following her. “Just because you are going up against my mother does not mean I expect you to pull your punches.” She frowned, tilting her head from side to side. “I'd rather you hit her harder.”
“I am not smashing in your mother's face!” Kara yelled at her, hands thrown up at her sides. “It's your mother, Lena. No matter what your issues are.”
“Technically she's not,” Lena said with a raise of her shoulder in shrug.
“She is. She's the one who raised you.”
“Poorly and barely,” Lena rebutted as Kara looked stricken. “Look,” she started, waving a hand to dismiss her previous methods. “Lex will have given her a suit or left her one. You can't worry about hurting her, about hurting me,” she implored walking closer to Kara as the other turned her head away from her. “She won't care about either. If anything she will throw it in your face.” Lena moved to cradle the other's face in her hands, making the blonde look at her. “She will use us against you. You cannot hold back, Kara," she pressed, thumbs brushing against her cheeks. "Supergirl cannot hold back because Kara is afraid of hurting me.”
The superhero didn't look away from her partner, eyes wide as she looked into Lena's imploring green. She leaned into the hands that caressed her face, lips parting to refute her.
“No,” Lena cut off. Finger pressing to Kara's lips. “No, Kara. What will hurt me most is losing you, so I want you to stop thinking of her as my mother and start thinking of her as the woman who wishes to hurt you. Hurt me.”
Kara watched Lena, and the small bit of fear masked in anger and determination. “Yeah.” She nodded soundly, knowing it was true that Lillian wouldn't stop at hurting her daughter. “Okay. I won't let her hurt you again.” The blonde sucked in a deep breath, resolving herself to hit like she meant it, to fight for Lena.
“That’s my good girl,” Lena grinned, enjoying the blush that tinted Kara's cheeks before kissing her. “Now again, like you mean it,” she said as she finally let go of Kara.
The other smiled, turning back to the remaining concrete dummies with the determination that Lena instilled in her.
Fandom/Characters: The Magnus Archives: Jonah Magnus, Richard Mendelson Jonah Magus/Richard Mendelson, Jonah Magnus & Richard Mendelson
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 1393
Warnings and Tags: mild Gore, implied gore, eye removal, blood, eye trauma, war, character study, fear of death, implied child death/murder, body hoping, war world 2, canon typical violence, implied sex, manipulation, implied sexual favours
Summary: Jonah Magnus would do just about anything to keep on living.
Written as a treat for the Goreswap Exchange 2026 prompt(s): Jonah Magnus + Horror With Gore + Canon-typical violence, Canon compliance, Loyalty, and Devotion.
Author Notes: More Wips! Man this took be a bit to come back to, but I really loved your gore prompts for characters and it's just been stewing in my brain. I hope you like a little extra treat.
Happy Reading! I appreciate every like, comment, and reblog! ❤️
Read the opening from, To Live, Rated Mature, below or in full on my Ao3.
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To Live
How many times exactly had he done this?
Jonah paused for a moment, shifting the unconscious body on his shoulder. A frown marred his current face as he stood in the tunnels beneath the Institute. His middle aged features squinted at his soon-to-be body.
Perhaps this was three… or maybe this would be four?
It didn't really matter. It was practised now. A familiar but gruesome and necessary task despite how long it had been since the last time he'd taken a new host. He had been within this body for too long and it was far past time for a transfer.
Jonah had no regrets of course, it was merely survival taking one so young. The orphanages in the countryside were preferable than the draft or remaining in London within an unfit body. He couldn't risk dying a meaningless death nor wandering too close to the Slaughter. He shuddered to think of dying at all.
No, Jonah would never regret the safety this body had given him nor the effort and time it had taken to insure his money continued to follow the bodies he chose. The time he had spent coming of age had made him more money at any rate, earning interest on his inheritance — his money and his estate.
He smiled at the money he had made in the time before this body's twenty-first year as he righted the grumbling man on his shoulder and the bag of tools that was secured over his other. It was far more money than he had planned on coming back to when he returned to London, returned to heed the call of his god.
Oh, how much he had missed the strong thrumming of Beholding in his years away. How much he had missed himself. His thoughts had melded together with this body for far too long. Jonah's thoughts were ever changed after going through the process of growing up for the second time, and yet this form was still too young to claim his previous position.
His fingers clenched tighter on the limp limbs that hung from his broad shoulders.
Oh, @trevelies dearest, sweetest, favorite wanderer to my mountain altar, have you any idea what you have asked? You want my WIPs? All of them? In that folder? I... Okay well I'm not including the prompts for future wips nor am I gonna tag that may people I'm sure I follow that many amazing writers but god the list lol I need to draw a line somewhere. 🤣
RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People can send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and you post a snippet or tell them something about it.
I'm gonna put a cut so this isn't mega long lol so here are my no pressure tags and thank you much for thinking of me and tagging me dear!
No Pressure Tags: @flanneledfae @idabbleincrazy @incorrectcoldflashblog @ladylilithprime @michaelmilligan @shadowbender19 @reallyreal-madeingold @hitthebooksposts @chevroletdean @ladyknightskye @buried-in-the-archives @madhouse-institute @bored-trekkie and anyone else who has a wip they'd like to yap about!
Now for my WIP list...
The Dumplings of my WIP Folder
Jonah Takes a Break (1,2,3,4,5.)
Let Me Watch
I love you/I loved you
Camp Cicada
Three Avatars and Two Ships
CS: Sing For Me
Searching for the Sun
Shhh secret thing
Liminal SPN fic
Kink Buffet Prompts (I got two wips in there still)
Medkink Spangel
4 times Jonah learned Something from the Stranger
Opening Day
The Hound and His Leech (master wip doc)
Beholding is a Clingy Bitch
Spangel WIP - Time Travel
Trickster Gen Fic/Horror
Gorewap gifts (2 wips in there)
SPN Toxic Femslash
Out of Time (I don't actually remember wtf this is...)
Monster Eater Verse Special
Magic
Sparks
Storage closet
Always Be First
Resurrection Bingo fills ( 3 wips in there)
Fangs and Teeth
Craving
Now Sign (Look I finished one!)
He is In a Terrible Mood Today (Look I finished one!)
Scars that Watch (Look I finished one!)
Vessel Fic -Sabriel
Greener (I again have no idea what the hell this is)
Appointments
Heat and Teeth
Remember
The Last of Me, Will be the Last of You
Strays
JonElias Gift fic
Pinocchio and the Trickster
Flashbacks and Nightmares
Treat fic -Lonelyeyes +Jon
Expanse Prompt -Vast Statement
Through the Woods and Home Again
I Have Notes
Master Wip List Monster Eater verse (2 wips in there... actually no 4 shh don't judge me)
Cherries
I Think you're Amazing
Lost in Translation Part 2
Tell me I'm a Wreck
Multiverse Midam Meanderings
Roleplay Spideypool Rewrite
All of Your Firsts
Blended Family Sabriel
Huh, you know I think its less than last time... 54 is not the worst that I've had, I'm sure of it. Well if anyone has made it to the bottom and see this a flower kiss for you.
Oh my god! I actually finished things! Holy crap what a week of wips. Hopefully this weekend I can finish a few little ones but I am very pleased to have finished and posted the ones that I did. Thank you to everyone who sent me asks y'all really inspired me to finish the ones I did! Robin Hood kisses for each of you wonderful people.
I updated my list with the ones I finished, but please I love the asks! If you see a title that sparks a question please shoot me an ask I'd love to yap.
Fandom/Ship: The Magnus Archives - Jonah Magnus | Elias Bouchard/Peter Lukas
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 3,348
Warnings and Tags: office sex, bickering, banter, blow jobs, anal sex, lube, anal fingering, semi-public sex, bottom Jonah, bottom Elias Bouchard, Top Peter Lukas, fear kink, typical beholding content, Peter is a little shit, but Elias deserves it, multiple orgasms
Summary: Peter knows just how to improve Elias' mood, feed their gods, and make everyone's day just a little bit better.
Author Note: Oh man the wips are coming out! This came about while I was thinking about He's in a Meeting. I just really wanted to write the Peter being just so convincing and wonderful pleasant to suit his own needs. There is nothing quiet like being missed. I feel like you can completely read this without reading the other, but it does pick up exactly where Meeting ends.
Happy Reading! I appreciate every like, comment, and reblog! ❤️
Read a snippet from, He is in a Terrible Mood, Rated Explicit, below or i full on my Ao3.
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He's in a Terrible Mood
"Hard at work, Elias?” Peter asked as he opened Elias' door without knocking.
"Ugh, what are you doing here, Peter?"
"What I can't," he started as he closed the office door, locking it behind himself, "come and visit you at work now?"
Elias' eyes slid to the locked door as Peter stood in front of it.
"I do not have time for you today."
"Nonsense! The delightful woman at the desk said you were free." Peter stepped closer grinning at Elias as the man continued to try to brush him off.
"Rosie. Her name is Rosie." He shook his head, taking off his glasses to rub at his eyes. "If you are going to continue this charade with her you should know her name," he said, squeezing the bridge of his nose. "And she was incorrect. I need to find my missing books and figure out why in the world Gertrude is trying to expense," he squinted down at the report in order to only see what was in front of him. "Fly paper? Honestly, not every insect that finds its way into that woman's home is part of the Corruption."
"It is nearly lunch, Elias." Peter walked around his desk, looking over the reports for unaccounted for items. "Take a break. Beholding can find the books and who cares about that wretched woman you keep in your archives. I've told you, I would be more than happy to get rid of her for you."
Elias shifted in his chair, putting down the paper to glare at the man. "For the last time, you are not killing a member of my staff just because you are bitter about your ritual," he paused at Peter's sigh and turned back to his desk. "Now go home, and tell Rosie to order me lunch on your way out."
Peter's hands gripped Elias' shoulders digging his thumbs into his tense muscles. "I'm not your messenger boy, Jonah," he hummed, smiling bright and wide. "I am," Elias dropped his papers once more when Peter leaned closer to him, continuing to rub his shoulders. "However, the man who gives your little institute a lot of money, gets to tell you to shut up, and bends you over your old creaky desk in the middle of the day."
A hum of appreciation left him before he could turn it into a scoff at the way Peter dug into his sore muscles. "That is not how this works," Elias rebutted, despite how much he was enjoying Peter's large hands working the knots from his shoulders.
"Oh, but you do enjoy it, don't you?" Peter asked, pushing the other forward in his chair to better access his back and dig his fingers into the tense muscles. "Unwinding on my cock."
This time he managed to scoff, a humourless huff leaving him. "Eloquent as always, darling," Elias mumbled, his hands grappling for the edge of his desk as Peter easily lifted him from his chair. "I do have things to do, Peter."
"And they will be here after I've had my fun," Peter chirped, pushing the chair away from him in order to wedge Elias between himself and the desk, not bothering to move the paperwork.
Fandom/Ship: The Magnus Archives - Jonah Magnus/Maxwell Rayner
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1489
Warnings and Tags: tentacles, blindfolds, somnophilia, dubcon, consenting nonconsent, bondage, anal sex, cum as lube, sex in the dark, fear kink, plot what plot, eldritch sex, eldritch maxwell rayner
Summary: Jonah had said he was open to anyone this weekend, wanting to turn off his brain and truly relax after opening his institute.
Written for the Kinkobter 2025 for the prompt(s): Somnophilia, Blindfolds, Dubcon, and Consenting Nonconsent
Author Note: God this folder is just brimming with smut holy crap. Have some sex in the dark with Rayner, and yes with tentacles cause I have a passionate it and it is slick.
Happy Reading! I appreciate every like, comment, and reblog! ❤️
Read, Jonah Takes a Break: Rest Later, Rated Explicit, in full on my Ao3.
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Fandom/Ship: The Magnus Archives - Jonah Magnus/ Barnabas Bennett, Mordechai Lukas/Jonah Magnus
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1745
Warnings and Tags: Object Insertion, Dildos, Size Queen, cock binding, orgasm denial, orgasm control, edging, anal sex, come as lube, praise kink, aftercare, sub Jonah Magnus, bottom Jonah, top Barnabas
Summary: Barnabas doesn't often join them at Moorland, but for once Jonah gets the treat of his oldest friend after having so much fun.
Author Note: God these two though, I always need more of them and my wips have a few more of them in there so hopefully I'll get more of them posted before the spring is over.
Happy Reading! I appreciate every like, comment, and reblog! ❤️
Read, Jonah Takes a Break: Filled and Waiting, Rated Explicit, in full on my Ao3.
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For the WIP ask game, I GOTTA hear about Let Me Watch, Trickster Gen Fic/Horror, and Toxic SPN Femslash 👀
Hiii love~ Thank you so much for the ask!~
Let Me Watch
Ooo I have actually been eyeing this one as I work my way through trying to clear out some of these WIPs. This one is a Magnus Archives one, and of course its Lonelyeyes (Peter Lukas/Elias Bouchard) and again its of course very smutty. It was meant to be a fill for Kinktober for the prompt Mirrors but I got distracted and filled it with a different ship. But! It just sounds too delicious and I love an uncomfortably aroused Peter. I think this is the only one I have a snippet for! So here's a little pre-smut snippet:
"Really, Elias?" The question was laced with apprehension, gone was the careful mask of cheer.
It was apprehension that Elias was eagerly lapping up.
"What?" His eyes looked around the altered bedroom. "It is my birthday."
Peter glared at him. "It is your second body's birthday, not your birthday." His eyes went back to the room now lined with eyes and mirrors where there had previously been pleasantly blank surrounding the bed. His eyes found Elias' grin in one of the mirrors. "It's not even Elias' birthday!"
"As if you know this body's birthday." He waved a dismissive hand before sliding them under Peter's shirt feeling him bristle at the contact. "Come now darling, don't be so difficult. I bet you will enjoy it."
Peter huffed a humourless laugh. "That is a wager you would loose," His eyes chanced a glance up. A whine left him at the small reflective panels over the bed. "Good Lord."
Elias sighed, regardless of how delicious Peter's discomfort and fear was, he could do without the backtalk. He moved around him, helping him out of his jumper.
"Perhaps it would be best if you just looked at me, mm?" His voice had a teasing lit to it, moving to sit back on their bed as he first slipped out of his house shoes. "Are you capable of that, Peter?"
Peter's eyes moved away from the eyes and mirrors that surrounded them to look only at Elias. He swallowed slightly, it didn't help he could feel the way Elias wasn't just looking at him from his own eyes.
"There we are, isn't that lovely?" His head tilted as he is unbuttoned Peter's undershirt.
"No."
Trickster Gen Fic/Horror
Ohh this one was fun! I didn't start writing on it yet, just vibes and notes. I really wanted to write another horror themed Gabriel fic where he's pulling tricks. I was thinking of a Valentine's Day themed one, so lots of shitty lovers, catfishing and just deserts filled with weird deaths and a very amused but quickly bored archangel in hiding. I'll have to take a look at this one again. Gabriel is about the only thing I'm feeling when it comes to supernatural lol I got a little burned out recently xD
Toxic SPN Femslash
This one is more vibes than anything. I did start it but never really got around into finishing working out how I wanted them. It is a Billie/Rowena musing focusing on Billie being intrigued by the woman who tried with them. Maybe once I'm feeling spn again I'll try to give them a go again.
Fandom/Ship: The Magnus Archives - Jonah Magnus| Elias Bouchard/Peter Lukas
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1329
Warnings and Tags: office sex, rough sex, bickering, , semi-public, quiet sex, plot what plot, bottom Elias, top peter, serial divorcees Elias and Peter, typical lonely behaviour, hate sex, kinda? they show their love weird idk, maybe its just romantic?
Summary: Elias and Peter get divorced on Valentine's Day.
Author Note: More Wips and more smut! There is so much smut in this folder let me tell you.
Extra thank you for @walkingaline for helping to motivate me to finish this one, I love that you don't go here but love LE it is amazing to me. I hope you enjoy this little smutty number.
Happy Reading! I appreciate every like, comment, and reblog! ❤️
Read, Now Sign, Rated Explicit, in full on my Ao3.
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Fandom/Ship: The Magnus Archives - Jonah Magnus/ Mordechai Lukas/ Dr. Jonathan Fanshawe
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 2,747
Warnings and Tags: threesome, double penetration, two cocks one hole, oral sex, rough sex, coming untouched, anal fingering, lube, plot what plot/porn without plot, voyeurism, come licking, bottom Jonah Magnus
Summary: Jonah gets ready for a long relaxing weekend with Mordechai and Jonathan.
Originally written for Kinktober 2025 for the prompt(s): Double Penetration, Orgasm Control, Coming Untouched, Come Licking, and Threesome.
Author Note: Goodness I'm cleaning out some of my WIPs and this one seemed like a good start. I think I have a few of these nearly ready but the others in this series will probably be an ongoing thing.
Happy Reading! I appreciate every like, comment, and reblog! ❤️
Read, Jonah Takes a Break: A Warm Up, Rated Explicit, in full on my Ao3.
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Can you tell us a little about your wip Three Avatars and Two Ships?
Hiii thank you so much for the ask! Oh I love this wip It's my only semi-posted active wip. Three Avatars and Two Ships is my Magnus Archives Slaughter! Elias and Hunter! Peter in a fear swap fic. It's gory and smutty and just so much fun to make evil men just a bit more evil. Or at least evil in a different way and play around with how serving a different fear changes how they behave and their relationship. I believe it'll have two more chapters this next one being focused on the Slaughter Ritual and then the last the aftermath of it. Let's see if I have a snippet for the next chapter. Content warnings for blood and mild gore and general evil old men?
Peter released a judgemental sound through his nose, studying the crew that moved not unlike the soldiers Elias had lured to their deaths. It was crowded with soldiers and people from across time and the world. All of them ululating and writhing together in a violent dance, blood arching through the air. The scent of it filled the salty air, tainting it and thickening the pulsing fear of sudden violence. Blood shimmered, shinning in the sunlight and overflowing down the sides like rust.
It suited Elias perfectly.
"You always find beauty in the blood don't you my little blood sucker?" He questioned only turning back to the other when Elias shifted to put the axe on his back, leather securing it in the holder that was wrapped around his upper half.
His heart pounded with the drums that beat on board loud and steady, beckoning him. A bridge slid across the small gap between the vessels, the Piper grinning on the other side. Elias shared the broad smile, the excitement and blood lust that Peter had carefully tempered flooding back in a breath.
"Of course," he hummed, watching excitedly from the side of the Tundra. "There is nothing more stunning than someone else's insides," his voice was filled with need once more desperate and determination.
He swallowed blinking as red filled eyes flickered to Peter. Than your insides, Elias' added within the privacy of his own thoughts as his gaze fell back onto Peter's cheerful smile. His own grin shuddered slightly at leaving him behind.
"Thank you for all of your assistance, hound."
The older avatar took a moment to drink in Peter, smiling at the tear and blood on his coat. His fingers went to it sharing a smile with the hunter.
"You will find me won't you?"
"Always, leech," Peter vowed with a smile. His hand laying over the one fingering the blood rimmed hole on his collar. "There is no one I'd rather spend an apocalypse with."
Ok, I want to hear about "Now Sign" and "He Is In A Terrible Mood Today", please!
Ooo darling you find the smuttiest lonelyeyes wips of the lonelyeyes wips xD I actually could probably finish these next if I focused. They are very short little things… New plans for this evening accomplished!
Now Sign I think came about from I feel like a conversation with @michaelmilligan about what would they be doing on valentines day? Maybe? I think it was that conversation… Anywho. It is basically Elias and Peter fighting in Elias office, resulting in them getting one last lay in before Elias gets Peter to sign their divorce papers. Pretty much before Peter even finishes cause I mean what does Elias care about that as long as he's very satisfied.
Alternately, He's In A Terrible Mood Today, is a follow up to He's in a Meeting. It happens pretty much right after Peter leaves Rosie to pester Elias for some… afternoon delights after coming back ashore. However, Rosie and everyone else that has to deal with Elias is very glad for Peter's visit since he's particularly insufferable that day. Mmm I actually think I can give a little snippet for this one-
"Hard at work, Elias?” Peter asked as he opened Elias' door without knocking.
"Ugh, what are you doing here, Peter?"
"What I can't," he said as he closed the office door, locking soundly behind himself. "Come and visit you at work now?"
Elias' eyes slid to the locked door as Peter stood in front of it.
"I do not have time for you today."
"Nonsense! The delightful woman at the desk said you were free." Peter stepped closer grinning at Elias as the man continued to try to push him off.
"Rosie. Her name is Rosie." He shook his head, taking off his glasses to rub at his eyes. "If you are going to continue this charade with her you should know her name," he said squeezing the bridge of his nose. "And she was incorrect. I need to find my missing books and figure out why the hell Gertrude is trying to expense," he squinted down at the report in front of him. "Fly paper? Honestly, not every insect that finds it way into that woman's home is part of the Corruption."
"It is nearly lunch, Elias. Take a break." Peter walked around his desk, looking over the reports for unaccounted for items. "Take a break. Beholding can find the books and who cares about that wretched woman you keep in your archives. I've told you, I would be more than happy to get rid of her for you."
Elias shifted in his chair, putting down the paper to glare at the man. "For the last time, you are not killing a member of my staff just because you're bitter about your ritual," he paused at Peter's sigh and turned back to his desk.
Hehe I do love how I make them talk to each other. They will say whatever they want to each other and not give a crap. Thank you so much for the ask, and for giving me some motivation to finish these.
Fandom/Ship: The Magnus Archives - Jonmartin: Jonathan Sims/Martin Blackwood
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 428
Warnings and Tags: body horror, worms, mild gore, eyes, so many eyes, spoilers for s5, monster!jon, scars, established relationship, non-consensual body changes
Summary: Martin loves Jon, scars, eyes, and all.
Written for the @jonmartinweek but super duper late, for the prompt Scars.
Author Notes: Oh man this was the only one I had in mind and its so so late but better late then never? I hope you enjoy some body horror and amazingly besotted Martin.
Happy Reading! I appreciate every like, comment, and reblog! ❤️
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Scars That Watch
He doesn't mind, really he doesn't.
Of all the horrors in the world now, Jon couldn't possibly be frightening to him. Jon had always been breathtaking to him. From his personality no matter how coarse he was with Martin, to his pitted tawny skin, and grey streaked hair. And God, that smile. The shy taunting smiles that had always been so rare, but now in the end of all things seemed to litter their back and forths as they made their way to London. Martin wasn't even mentioning how much he loved when Jon looked at him. Before those rare glances, even if his brows were drawn in displeasure with something he'd done. Those big brown eyes had stolen his heart and had only become more stunning over time as emerald had begun to sparkle in those ever seeing eyes. Emerald that had bloomed in… all of those eyes.
The eyes that never closed.
Where scars from worms digging and crawling under tortured flesh had left their mark, the Eye had found a way to borrow deep in its Archivist. For where there had once been scars that littered his love, now there were only eyes that watched and saw and never stopped feasting on a ruined world.
Perhaps Martin was the most fearsome creature here, for never turning away from him or his gaze as eyes seemed to drink him in, even while Jon rested across him on the edges of the Vast. Both of them had needed a break from the endless walking and screams.
He really doesn't mind. The weighted feeling of Jon's gaze helps to remind him he is seen. That he is here. Here with Jon, and never alone. He’s never alone because those eyes, all of his eyes, will never let him out of his Sight.
It makes him smile as he watches Jon, feeling more of his eyes turning to gaze upon him.
“Martin,” Jon huffs across from him. His original eyes were closed as he shifted against the rock at his back. “If you continue to think so loudly, I won’t be able to help but Know.”
“Sorry," he chuckled, "Just… appreciating the view.”
Ah, there it is. The smile. He does enjoy that smile that makes the extra eye on his cheek crease even as Jon shifts more to hide behind his long hair.
No matter how many eyes have carved their way into his love's flesh and bone, scarring him down to his very soul, Martin could never mind.
10. Kink Buffet Prompts (I got two three wips in there still)
So you know actually update about one of them (cause haha I lied there are still three in there fuck me) The scar one, you know? I think that one is gonna be my fill for Clex, Smallville week. I'm still getting organized but I think that's what I'm gonna focus on for that event. The other one is the Room wip is just kinda vibes and mostly fucking on the little box of a metal and some how not getting cut up? Mmm I know what I want to happen its just the logistics and seeing if I can make it fill a prompt for an event. A two for if you will. But then... then there is the pool table. That DAMNED pool table my good they still won't kiss dabble! I'm gonna shake 'em all banter and disappointment. But I have so much I can snippet for lets see... a different one that I shared before.
Lex didn't bother taking his eyes off his shot as he leaned over the pool table, as Clark once again let himself in.
"Hey Clark, what can I do for you today?" He asked not raising his head to look over his shoulder at the College student. "Thought you'd be busy getting used to classes and campus still."
Lex could feel his gaze on him as the cue hit the multiple balls into the pockets he had been aiming for. A smile curled on his lips at both the well thought-out shot and the clear distracted gaze Clark was having her his bent over form.
Probably not teenage hormones.
"Clark?" He questioned, shifting to line up his next shot before moving to the other side of the table.
"Oh," a flush filled Clark's cheeks blinking slightly as he looked over the pool table and pointedly didn't look at Lex. "I-I just wanted to pick your brain about something is all. Do you have minute?"
"For you?" Lex smiled, looking up from his aim as he hit the ball and sank the rest of them. "Of course," he stood up once more. "Pick away, Clark," he added with a smile.
Lex stood back from the table, opening his hands and arms and swinging the cue to his side to stand fully again. As he turned he was hit with a 1000 watt smile and leaning a bit more heavily on the cue than he should.
Thanks so much for the ask! And reminding me about the freakin June events! I need more dcu in my life <3
Okay, I need to hear about your Spangel medkink WIP!
Heyyy Thank you so much for the ask love!
Hehe this is a new WIP! I wanted to get it done for spangel marathon but it just didn't happen ;-; Mainly because I kept switching back and forth between two ideas. One was a spangelus period era medkink fic and then the other was a spangel post chip implant with like recovery kinda medkink, medwhump situation. I ended up going fuck it since I can't make it for the marathon I'll just do both! So this one has two different wips in one actually >>" I don't have much that isn't... incredibly saucy and I only got far with one -- the one for post chip. I do have a little that's not super spicy but very rough for ya though!
A moan left him, head tilting back to deepen the hungry kiss that Angel had initiated. The blonde's hands made to reach up but his wrists were caught in the soft but strong bonds that tied around his wrists. A muffled groan left him and Angel hungrily swallowed it. The auburn haired vampire's own hands were busy stroking up his abdomen. Spike arched towards them as thumbs rolled over his nipples. He groaned as Angel toyed with him teasing him more and more letting him forget the setting as familiar fingers found the familiar spots.
Fandom/Ship: Buffy verse - Spangel - Spike/Angelus, Spike & Angelus
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 641
Warnings and Tags: torture, punishment, captive, hot iron, whump, trapped, mild gore, blacksmith tools, blood
Summary: Young William makes a dangerous mistake and Angelus makes sure he never makes it again.
Written for the @spangel-fanwork-marathon and the prompt "Devotion isn't to be given, it's to be taken."
Author Notes: I just wanted to write Spike bound and bloody that's really all this is about xD
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A Lesson to Learn
William couldn't stop the quiver of his throat, of how his chest rose and fell, expecting pain. His fingers loosened from where they had wrapped around the chains that kept him connected to the blacksmith's wall. He didn't bother to try to free himself. He had been wrong, put the others — their family, in danger because he had been too eager.
It was just the two of them now, and William didn't dare speak after Angelus and riffled through the tools and chained him to the far wall. The wall that was so close to the impossible heat that never died. He swallowed eyes going to the forge and moldings feeling the waves of heat wafting from the infernal furnace.
Another apology and excuse hung on his lips but instead he swallowed it in favor of a plea. "Angelus," his lips parted with the name trying to put everything he dare not beg for within it.
An angry cruel smile pulled at Angelus' blood painted lips. The blacksmith and his family had been devoured in an angry swift death. He had dropped them without a care, the older vampire hungry for William's remorse, blood, and loyalty rather than to properly care for a full meal nor share them.
"None of that now, lad," he whispered, moving closer to him and ripping open his layers of clothing, waistcoat and undergarments ruined.
The younger's breath caught at the tease of tantalizing fingers over his chest. William released a groan, fingers tensing once more around the chains that kept him against the dirt floor and wall.
"I'll listen," he groaned, sucking in a harsh unneeded breath as a nail clawed at his nipple. "I swear it, won't risk the girls — you again."
A contemplative hum left the older vampire's lips. "Swearing has little use to the likes of us, dontcha think Willie?" Brown eyes roved over the pale unmarked flesh laid out before him. "I'm of the belief that devotion," his fingers ran up the other's side before curling around his chin. "True devotion isn't to be given, it's to be taken."
William couldn't look away from the other even if he wanted, eyes fixated on him as Angelus leaned over him. The elder's hand gripped his jaw tightly, keeping his head forward, but out of the corner of his eye he could see it. He could feel it a moment later, the white hot iron coming closer, a whimper leaving his clenched jaw.
He hadn't meant to cause them to run from the last village. Hadn't meant to bring harm to Drusilla, he never would.
William swallowed, captivated by the glowing reflection of the iron in the auburn haired vampire's eyes.
A scream bubbled from his throat as skin, fat, and muscle bubbled under the iron that stabbed through his flesh. His blue eyes didn't dare close as he screamed, staring into the watching gaze of his grandsire. It stayed for far longer and shorter than William could ever account for later. It felt like seconds and an eternity of pain and heat all at once.
William groaned as it was ripped back from his body and thrown back into the forge to be used again.
"I will take your loyalty and your devotion, boy, and you will never make the mistake again," Angelus promised, releasing his jaw with a shove as Spike healed and groaned through the pain radiating through him.
He hadn't meant to cause Angelus trouble, to force him to bail him and Drusilla out of the hunter's traps. He hadn't meant it, but he would never make the mistake again.
The younger vampire's fingers clenched around the chains that held him and simply nodded, knowing there was nothing to do but take his punishment. His head lolled back, watching the cruel smile grow as it twisted over Angelus' lips.
