#this might be garbage

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Ok so if ur still open to prompts/headcanons??? I just got dumped by my bf of three years and do u think possibly maybe we could get some absolute rebound filth with Javi or any of our other good good bois please and thank you forever? ❤️❤️

Okay so first of all i am so sorry that he dumped you. Like that suck major butt. And you deserve all the rebound sex you want and can get in these quarantine times.

Javier Pena is not above being a rebound. However just know that that he is going to rock you world so fucking much that he might in fact ruin you for everyone else that might come after him. Becuase lets be honest we all wanna get down and dirty with javi.

You know he is going to treat you right no matter what.

Do you want some filth? Cause I’m about to give you some filth.

(I have mentioned this in a headcanon before and i still think about it so I’m going to elaborate some more on it)

Javier is the type of guy to get some unbelievable close to you on the dance floor that you would have to be blind to see what his intentions are, and even then you would probably still be able to tell. You’d feel the hard outline of his dick pressed firmly up against your ass as he grinds into you, feigning it as dancing, he would wrap one arm around your waist the other would slide up between your breast and would rest at your clavicle, fingers brushing against your throat. He would sway with you and whisper into your ear such filthy filthy things. “Baby, are you gonna let me fuck you in the alley?” “Hmm baby?” He’d nibble on your earlobe then mouth his way down your throat “please let me give you what you need honey.”

The both of you stumble out into the back alley and before the door even slams behind you his lips are on yours. And boy howdy this man and kiss. His hands all over you, one hand pushing up you flimsy shirt while the other palms at your ass. He’s got you moaning and whimpering in to his mouth upon seconds of his assault. You’re just trying to find stability against him as he pushes you up against the harsh concrete, you know you’ll have a few scraps, but you’re hoping to have a few bruises as well to look back fondly on.

He palms at your breast giving a squeeze his mouth leaves your and makes a fiery trail down your exposed neck leaving small love marks in his wake. His mouth quickly takes over his place on your breast, exposing yourself he quickly takes your nipple into his hot wet mouth.

He is desperately trying to get your pants unbuttoned and when he finally manages it it’s over for you hoes. 🤣

He gets one of your legs wrapped around his waist, pulls your panties to the side, and slide right into your waiting pussy. And my god is he blessed. With a few quick thrusts you are so far gone stupid on his cock that you are just mumbling against him. Your hands greedily twist into his short locks with a pull you manage to get a sinful moan out of him and the noise goes straight to your clit.

You clench tightly around him, you feel him firmly filling you with every thrust, every movement. And you are loving it all. The hand that is not holding up your leg snakes between the two of you and he makes fast quick movements against your clit. You know you won’t last much longer and by the sounds hes making and how he completely switched to Spanish you knows he not far behind you.

It only takes the both of you a few more thrust and you are both falling over the edge, you can feel him fill you up and maybe later you might realize that that was probably not the best thing to do on a rebound fuck, but like i said, you got stupid on that cock so.

You both are breathing heavily against eachother, breath mingling, body’s pressed firmly together. You still feel the after shocks rippling though you when he leans his forehead against your own and whispers out “still haven’t given you what you need baby” a quick peck to your lips and he pulls out of you, a whimper escapes you at the loss but is quickly followed with a whine. He’s dropped to his knees and starts eating you out. His tongue lapping up his cum that has already started to slip out of you. His tongue slides up your slit, and he starts to focus on you clit, after just coming you find yourself quickly on the brink again. You leg starts to shake from his attention on you. He swings it over his shoulder, grasping on the the meat of your thigh, sure to leave light hand marks on your skin, his other hand slides up the length of your stomach to hold you against the wall. The tickle of his mustache and the vibrations from the noises he is making is like torture against your pussy. He has you quickly cumming again against his face and once the jitters and you breathing has gone back to somewhat normal he comes up and kisses you. The taste of the both of you sweet on his lips.

“Will you let me take you home baby and do it all over again?”

[always-la-belle-epoque]

thispapermoon

Pippa looks bashful. “Is that all?”

“Yes.” She hesitates. “No. I wanted - I wanted to let you - but under the circumstances - “ She shakes her head in frustration. “After the events of the day I wasn’t able to let my guard down in the way I would have liked. But I was very sorry to see you go, in the end.”

Pippa blushes and looks unhappy. “In the end.”

A strange sensation grips Hecate’s chest and she in turn tightens her fingers on Pippa’s. “I was embarrassed. And I was afraid. It would be one thing to be under the curse and beholden to Ada. But if you had become the Head - if you had been transferred ownership of my confinement - “

Pippa makes a startled movement and suddenly her hands are gripping Hecate’s cheeks. “Oh, Hiccup.”

[chapter 6, ao3]

[rosaliehalerps]

@annielandsbergwrites

It was just another normal day for Winnie. Rehearsal, followed by a performance that night. But first things first, as always - coffee. Sam had come over last night, late, so she was running on even less sleep than usual. Which meant her usual coffee was probably going to have to be doubled if she had any hopes of getting through the day. Her first order may or may not have had an extra shot of espresso in it, but Winnie still decided to grab a seat, knowing when she finished this she’d probably end up ordering another before heading out. She luckily found a spot, considering how busy the coffee shop was, curling into the seat and sipping from her coffee when she noticed a blonde approaching her. It was someone she vaguely recognized, taking a moment of racking her brain before she placed the face. “Hey! Mara, right?” she said, greeting her with a smile - though if she had taken a second to think, the angry look on her blonde’s face probably would’ve made her take a pause for a moment. 

[carmenlire]

Keep It One Hundred

So remember that little incomplete drabble I posted last night? Well, I started editing it for ao3 and turned into a complete little oneshot!

read on ao3

Magnus wakes up, slowly, content as the early morning light washes through the curtains. He tightens his arm from where it’s laid over Alec’s waist, shuffles forward in bed a little until he’s flush against Alec’s back.

He rubs his nose along his boyfriend’s nape, murmuring, “Good morning, darling.”

There’s no response for a moment and Magnus is just set to move on to more attentive ways to wake Alec when he hears, “Morning, babe,” in that raspy morning voice he adores.

Magnus loves these first few minutes every morning. One of the things that had surprised him when Alec had first started staying over was that he decidedly wasn’t a morning person. Oh, Alec routinely rolled out of bed before the sun rose-- that didn’t mean he had to like it. Alexander loved lazy mornings and afternoon naps. He just didn’t get to indulge as often as he wished.

Magnus loved waking up before Alexander, even though it didn’t happen as much as he’d like. Watching Alec wake up is lovely, seeing his usually stone-faced boyfriend squint and grumble adorably as he wraps himself around Magnus, sucking every bit of body heat for himself is endearing. Magnus counts himself lucky to have the privilege of being the person Alec can relax and unbend around.

Alec always lingers a minute or five, his silent bit of defiance that signals he’s not the Clave’s unthinking soldier.

It’s a cold January this morning and Alec pulls the comforter up a little more after he turns around and slides back into Magnus’s arms, throwing a leg over Magnus’s hip and tucking his head under Magnus’s chin.

Magnus ducks a quick look at the clock and sees 5:00 a.m. glaring back at him. He relaxes into Alec and revels in these few quiet moments before the outside world intrudes.

Alec usually wakes up at five and goes for a run, rain or shine, before getting ready and heading to the Institute. Magnus has no idea what his schedule looks like today, but Alec’s shifts run eight to twelve hours--on a good day. It’s not uncommon for Alec to return to the loft after an eighteen hour day, all but falling into bed without even undressing.

Alec’s a busy man-- so is Magnus-- but they always find these pockets of time to just exist together.

In bed now, the morning chilliness just outside of their blanket, they lay together, breathing in sync while both think about their upcoming days. Magnus doesn’t know what’s on Alec’s slate, but he knows his own day is full to bursting. He has a meeting with the other High Warlocks of North America that will take all afternoon and his morning is booked with client appointments. The one bright spot is that he’s meeting Alec for lunch. The sad fact is, even if it’s fifteen minutes of inhaling sandwiches, as long as it’s together, it will be the highlight of Magnus’s day.

Especially when he knows that after lunch he’ll have to listen to the High Warlock of San Antonio blather on and drag out an already too long meeting.

Magnus urges Alec onto his stomach and Alec gracefully turns over, hugging the pillow under his head and still at least half asleep. Bracing himself for the chill in the early-morning air, Magnus moves until he's straddling Alec's ass and leans over him, covering Alec like the best blanket.

They stay like that for long minutes, enjoying the warmth of being close together before Alec starts wriggling his hips a little, teasing motions that are meant to encourage Magnus to step things up. Magnus takes that hint and stirs a little, places a kiss on the back of Alec’s neck, before sucking bruises across Alec’s shoulders.

Alec moans and Magnus grins, knowing that whenever he manages to wake up first, morning sex is almost guaranteed, slow and lazy as the sun rises.

Half an hour later when they're both wrung out, breathless, and desperate for a quick nap to recharge, Alec's alarm goes off and they groan in unison.

"Damn," Alec swears. "I actually have to get up now. I have a conference call with the Head of the Tokyo Institute at 6:30."

"You're preaching to the choir, darling. My first appointment will be here in an hour and I feel like jello."

Alec turns his head until he’s facing Magnus. Half of his face is scrunched in the pillows and he looks ridiculous as he raises a brow. “At least you won’t have to limp into the Institute and be reminded that you were fucked like a broodmare all day.”

Magnus grins, all teeth. His reply is a purr as he says, “Oh, but you like the reminder, don’t you Alexander?”

No matter that they’ve been together almost two years and have done things that would have gotten them banned in half the world-- Alec blushes and it goes all the way down his chest as he neither confirms nor denies. Instead, he simply scowls at Magnus before letting out a heavy sigh.

Alec sits up and Magnus admires the view as the sheets pool around his love’s waist. Alec stretches his back, cracks his neck, and runs a hand through his hair. From where he’s laying down, Magnus reaches a hand up and runs gentle fingers down his spine, over bruises and pushing-- just a little-- over the line of hickies spanning over Alec’s back.

Alec shivers before looking over his shoulder with a glare.

He stands up, wincing, but the little satisfied smile tilting his lips up betrays him.

“You had your chance,” he says as he moves to the bathroom.

Magnus reclines on the bed, nothing over him, and watches Alec’s retreat with greedy eyes.

“And I believe I made the most of it,” he calls out, just before he hears the water start.

Magnus lingers for a few minutes in bed, giving Alec enough time to finish his soldier’s shower which consists of five minutes with a bar of harsh soap, before he gets up and heads to their closet, picking his outfit for the day.

While he’d love to join Alec in the bathroom, they really do have things to do and places to be and it wouldn’t do to be tardy.

More’s the pity.

Magnus has just decided on a crimson suit jacket when he fels arms wrap around him from behind. Alec kisses the side of his head as he reaches an arm out and snags a black blazer. Magnus turns around just in time to see Alec drop his towel and he runs an appreciative stare down those long legs and lovely chest.

In just a minute though, all that marvelous skin is covered in a drab but well-tailored suit. Alec leaves the first few buttons undone, collar open and throat exposed, and Magnus sighs a little in regret. He steps up to Alec and cups his cheek, heartwarming as Alec instinctually nuzzles into his palm.

His thumb sweeps over those cheekbones before stepping back and grabbing his clothes from the hanger.

He’s just getting ready to leave their walk-in closet when Alec reaches out and takes his hand, pulling him close and placing a lingering kiss on his mouth.

“Have a good day,” he murmurs into the space between them.

“You too, darling. Don’t drown in all of that paperwork.”

Alec laughs before letting go, heading over to their shoe rack and taking down his polished oxfords.

“I’ll try, babe, but I make no promises.”

Alec leaves and Magnus knows that he’s going to the kitchen where he’ll make a pot of coffee, making sure to leave it on the warmer so Magnus has some when he’s done getting ready.

Alec will be long gone by the time Magnus is out of the bathroom and Magnus smiles as he thinks about the day ahead. It will be hectic and something will probably blow up in his face literally but he wouldn’t change a thing.

Especially when he knows he’ll always come home to Alexander.

[evanescentincinerator]

i don’t need you i need new hues

instead of a heart breaker an imperfect muse

a doorway to her world

write with her as my portal

we could dream of anything

and leave behind our sorrow

for faith is gone

so let new hope grow

nihilistic philosphic seeds to sow

anew world order should arise

or else our world for sure will die

ideally the idealists children 

will wisen up and open missions

for goodwill and faith to blossom

so we can bend space using neurons

move beyond empowered morons

[dearloveiamthatgirl]

I am already worried about my kids doing drugs/ making horrible life decisions and I don't even have kids. Like do you ever think about what it is about the way your parents raised you that makes you who you are today. And as a person who is satisfied with her upbringing and who she is today, how can I replicate that process in the future.