Kinda the same continuity as this story but not really a second part, but kinda is.
Warnings: NSFW, Sexual Content, Rough Sex, Spanking, Daddy Kink.
Summary: After seeing AJ looking absolutely DADDY AF ™️ I had to write a fic about it. So basically its the HOF and bratty OFC and dominant daddy AJ Styles head there together. They have an existing relationship, Smut happens.
Izzy smirked at Jace, as she put her 7-inch heel to his throat. Defeated, Jace couldn’t get up, but was already planning his revenge.
“How does it feel to lose, huh? Did I hurt your precious ego?” Isabelle asked playfully, releasing her brother from underneath her shoe.
“You would know,” Jace immediately sprung up, catching Isabelle off guard. She stepped back in surprise, barely having time to defend herself when a gleaming seraph blade was already pressed to her throat.
“Not bad,” Isabelle grinned, putting her seraph blade back into its sheath. Suddenly, something falling caught her eye. Jace followed Izzy’s stare, turning around to see a heap of dark clothes on the floor.
Exchanging glances, both shadowhunters cautiously walked up to the pile of clothes. Jace picked up a black pair of pants from the floor, letting out a snort.
“Looks like Alec is gettin’ some tonight,” Izzy giggled, knowing that the ripped black jeans belong to her brother. She picked up a pair of burgundy leather pants, which she identified as Magnus’ due to the excessive amount of glitter on the pants. Izzy shook her head, mind filling with questions of what her brother was up to at the moment.
Magnus’ breath hitched in his throat, as Alec bit down on his collarbone, head tilting back. Alec moved up to Magnus’ long neck, leaving a prominent love bite which he knew would be visible for many days without a glamour. Magnus felt himself starting to lose control, letting out a low moan. Alec lifted his head to look into Magnus’ eyes, and saw a pair of golden cat eyes staring back at him. Despite having seen Magnus’ real eyes multiple times, Alec was taken back by them, knowing that Magnus is most likely unaware that his glamour was disabled.
“Alec, what is it?” Magnus asked, watching Alec’s eyes dart back and forth between his own. Then it hit him – his warlock mark was visible, which explained Alec’s confused expression. Magnus closed his eyes for a few moments, turning the color back to brown.
“Magnus, its ok,” Alec gently cupped Magnus’ puzzled face, “I love every part of you,” He pressed a kiss on his forehead, lingering for a few moments. Magnus felt accepted, a feeling barely familiar to him since childhood, and started melting like a snowflake hitting the ground, instantly turning to slush in Alec’s warm, calloused hands. Magnus leaned up to meet Alec’s soft lips, tongue slipping inside his mouth.
Magnus brought his hands up to the sides of Alec’s strong arms, gripping tightly as he rolled on top of Alec. Their hips pressed together, friction steadily increasing as Alec let out a soft moan. The young shadowhunter arched his back, waves of pleasure washing over him as Magnus teasingly dragged his painted nails across his muscular chest.
An hour later, Alec arrived at the Institute, wearing the most conservative sweatpants Magnus could find (which said ‘hot stuff’ in glittery pink letters on the back). Unfortunately, Alec’s gray shirt was barely long enough to cover exactly half of the words. He rushed to his room in order to avoid embarrassment, but his luck ran out the moment he saw Isabelle walking towards him, an obvious smirk on her face. “So, what were you doing with Magnus these past few hours? Wait, I don’t think I wanna know,” she glanced down, “hot stuff”. Izzy chuckled at Alec’s obvious unease, blood rushing to his cheeks. Alec rolled his eyes at Izzy’s remark, hoping that she would leave him alone. He decided not to answer his sister, simply giving her a cold stare.
“By the way, I found something of yours,” she started walking towards the shelves beside the training area, prompting Alec to follow her. She reached into one of the lower wooden shelves, pulling out a pair of ripped black jeans and burgundy pants.
“Oh.” Alec said, stupefied, and grabbed both pants from Izzy’s hands. Izzy grinned, knowing that her brother most likely feels embarrassed from finding his boyfriend’s pants in the Institute.
Alec returned to his room, changing out of the ridiculous sweatpants into the black jeans Izzy found. By the Angel, Alec, you can’t just go around walking in glittery sweats you got from Magnus and expect no comments from Izzy, Alec thought to himself, shaking his head. He threw himself on his creaky bed, remembering the amazing night and Magnus’ mesmerizing eyes staring right through him.
Thank you all so much for reading, I hope you guys liked it <3. Feel free to send me prompts/scenarios, since I plan to write more fanfiction in the future.
A/N: These one-shots are based off Alec and Magnus from the books, not the TV show. They will be containing book spoilers.
Magnus Pov- “How did it come to this,” I sighed, looking around at nothing but trees and dirt. I was tricked, that’s how this came to be. I was ganged up on and tricked into coming out here for a family camping trip.
It all started when my eight-year-old son Rafael pushed something big on wheels into the living room. He had it covered with a blanket so I couldn’t see what was under it. Alec was sitting next to me on the couch with my arm around him while our six-year-old son Max was at his brother’s side, obviously in the loop of what he was planning.
“What’s this Rafe,” Alec asked looking over the covered rectangle shaped thing. Rafael stood up straight, putting his hands behind his back with a bright smile. This was usually the stance he took when he was about to convince Alec and I to buy him something.
“As we all know it is my turn to pick where we go for the family vacation. I have thought long and hard about it and finally decided what I want us all to do together.”
Alec thought it would be a good idea for us to take family vacations every year and have each member of the family get a chance to pick where we go. Two years ago, I decided we would go to a private island resort with sandy white beaches and fun activities for us to do. Last year Alec wanted to visit Greece so we ended up going there and having a fun time. For some reason though, Rafael choosing where we go worried me a bit.
You still up for courferre smut recs? Because I just thought I'd share that our lovely, bookish moth boy combeferre is super into roleplay
There’s one thing y’all should know about me by now: I’M LITERALLY ALWAYS UP FOR COURFERRE SMUT 100% AT ALL TIMES. I COULD BE IN MY DEATHBED AND I’D BE UP FOR COURFERRE SMUT.
Dear nonny, you couldn’t have been more on point:
“Okay, so, the library of Alexandria is under siege and I’m a librarian who’s good at fighting…“
There has been at least one incident with pointy ear props and Starfleet uniforms.
He has a separate set of scrubs and a lab coat for bedroom only, thank you Monsieur de Courfeyrac for your contribution to this headcanon.
“Oh, Professor Combeferre, I got a D on my midterm and I’d like one in me too.” - Courf, 0.2 seconds before he’s pinned to the bed.
Let’s be real for a second: It wasn’t Combeferre who stopped Courfeyrac from actually having a pole installed in their bedroom after they watched Magic Mike.
“I’m a pure-blood Ravenclaw stressed over his N.E.W.T.’s, you’re a muggleborn Hufflepuff in his fifth year, it’s late and we’re locked in the restricted section together.” “Ferre, I’m exhausted, can I just blow you?” “You’re ruining the mood, Courf, ten points from- oh.”
A/N: Okay so this was supposed to be a blurb and I kind of got carried away with it. I’m a bit rusty in my writing skills so I’m sorry if there’s a lot of errors. I hope you like it! Also thank you @starwarsmashton for helping me with the ending!
That’s the first think Luke says when he stumbles through your hotel room door at two in the morning. You had left the venue before the boys had, having been exhausted from a day full of flying. When you’d left things were good, the boys were on their post-concert high and showed no signs of slowing down.
But this wasn’t the same Luke that you’d left a few hours ago. This Luke wasn’t beaming with pride, eyes glistening in disbelief. No, this Luke was sullen, his lips jutting out in a perfect pout.
“What did the boys do?”
Luke shakes his head. He yanks of his shirt letting it fall to the floor before he roughly kicks off his new, sparkly boots he’d received yesterday. The boots make contact with the wall in a thud causing you to jump from your spot in bed. You watch as he shuffles his way out of his pants before collapsing on the bed next to you.
“The fans hate me,” Luke mumbles, shoving his face into the white sheets of the mattress.
“You’re fans don’t hate you!” You say, moving closer to him. Once your situated, you lift Luke’s head so that its resting in your lap. Your fingers get straight to work combing through his matted curls.
“They do.” He closes his tightly, wrinkles forming at the corner of his eyes. He huffs before opening his eyes. “They’re always making fun of me. I can’t ever do anything right.”
“Your fans love you, bubs.”
“They called my shoes stupid today. Said I’m trying to be like Harry Styles or something.”
“You’re way better than Harry is,” you tease, kissing his forehead. “They’re just mad they don’t have pretty boots like yours.”
“It’s not just the boots, they’re always making fun of me for something. I can’t do anything right in their eyes.”
“Hey, don’t say that. Your fans love you Lu. Remember that girl last week who burst into tears at the coffee shop because she was so happy to see you? Or what about that one mom who thanked you for saving her daughter’s life? Or the boy who said he bought his first guitar because of you? They all love you, regardless of what your shoe choices are.”
“Yeah well the rest of my fans think I’m a joke.”
“Luke!” you scold, irritated that he’s letting something so small get to him.
“I’m going to bed,” he grumbles, throwing the blanket over his head before turning his back towards you.
You wait until his snores filter into the room before grabbing your phone from the nightstand. You quickly scroll through the contacts on your phone, typing out a quick message before sending it to the only three people you know can help make this better.
“I’m going to make this better,” you whisper before drifting off to sleep.
When Luke wakes up the next morning the room is empty. The mattress to his right is cold indicating you had left long before he had woken up. Blinking, he sits up stretching before getting up to retrieve his phone from the pockets of his jeans.
No texts. No missed calls. Nothing.
Sighing, he begins collecting his things from the floor. Somehow he has slept in, leaving him only twenty minutes until he has to report to the tour bus. Luke throws things in his suitcase haphazardly before grabbing what he thinks is a clean shirt, pulling on the pants from last night on too. He’s almost done when he spots the boots sitting upright by the door — a sign that you had placed them there before you snuck out this morning.
Luke doesn’t want to wear them out but he doesn’t want to dig through his suitcase for his flip flops. Ultimately, he pulls the glittery shoes over his feet, zipping them up in the process. With one last check, he grabs his suitcase letting the door slam behind him.
By the time Luke reaches the bus loading spot, he’s been stopped twice for pictures with fans. Fans, whom he’s pretty sure had been talking shit about him on twitter last night but he tries not to be rude. He isn’t rude, instead he takes a rushed picture with them before running off to the bus.
“There’s our sleeping beauty,” Michael teases when Luke rounds the corner.
Luke rolls his eyes, a frown permanently etched on his lips. It’s only when he spots you lingering behind Ashton that he perks up a bit. He tosses his bag into the compartments below before walking over to you. “M’sorry about last night,” he says. He leans his head down to hide his face in the crook of your neck like he always does when he’s done something he’s ashamed of but it doesn’t quite get there, instead his eyes glance down to your feet. “What are those?” he asks, biting his lip to keep from smiling.
“Oh you like them?” you ask, twirling your foot so he can admire the purple, glittery boots covering your feet. “Your’s just looked so good last night that this morning I decided to go find my own pair. I can’t have my boyfriend out shining me, now can I?”
“I see how it is,” Michael scoffs, walking over to where the two of you stand. “You compliment your girlfriend’s new shoes but you ignore all of our upgraded shoe choices.”
“What are you talking ab—“ Luke starts, but stops when he realized that Michael, Calum, and Ashton all have on their own variation of Luke’s boots. Michael has black ones that glisten every time he moves. Ashton’s are a maroon color that stand out against the grey of his sweatpants — that are bunched at his ankles, not fitting into the boots otherwise. And then there’s Calum’s shoe, a vibrant and glittery gold pair that he wears with a smile. “You guys are the worst,” he groans, this time hiding his face in the crook of your neck.
“You couldn’t be the only one who gets to have stylish shoes,” Ashton says.
“They’re quite comfortable too,” Calum adds.
Calum’s comment causes Luke to laugh. Of course, they’re not comfortable; in fact, they’re one of the most uncomfortable shoes he’s ever worn. Every time he wants to complain about them he thinks about the thousands of girls who are expected to wear shoes like that on a daily basis forcing him to suck it up.
“Really Cal, you had to get gold ones?” Luke teases.
“I have to remind the crowd who the golden boy is somehow,” Calum jokes before he’s pulling Luke into a hug. The rest of the boys and you joining him.
“I know you set this all up,” Luke whispers, later that night when you and him are tucked away in his buck. Luke doesn’t know how to properly thank you for what you’ve done, he isn’t sure there is a way. After all, you managed to get all three boys to go on stage with glittery boots without any of them complain about it. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you rockstar,” you smile, pecking his cheek.
25 Days of Buckymas - Tony was holding another annual Christmas party, but what you didn’t realise he’d orchestrated the night in hopes that it will end with you and Bucky kissing underneath mistletoe, or leaving early to spend some time together ;)
My Christmas present for
argentinemango who is honestly the kindest and loveliest person I’ve ever met
It was Tony’s annual Christmas party again and, as expected, the venue was as extravagant as could be. A giant Christmas tree was placed in the middle of the venue with other gold decorations sprinkled all around the place to make sure that no one forgot that it was Christmas time. All the waiters and waitresses were dressed in a sexier version of the stereotypical Santa Claus outfit. Outfits that you were surprised Pepper had allowed.
Everyone was dressed to the nines, either wearing green, red or something glittery to go along with the sparkly theme that Tony had picked for the decorations. You had gone along with this as well, donning a green evening gown that had glitter thrown around the waist line. It certainly looked like you had dressed to impress, which you had. Specifically for Bucky Barnes who Tony had made sure to tell you would be appearing at the party after learning you had a crush on the super soldier.
When you entered the party your eyes were instantly drawn to Bucky’s seated figure. He was sat in the corner, taking large gulps of the thousand dollar wine. He looked very uncomfortable, especially in the suit Steve had forced him into for the night.
You thought that he looked rather dashing though. He’d obviously shaved but a shadow was already beginning to grow on his jar and he had his long brown hair pulled up into a ponytail. The all black suit he wore fit tightly to his well built figure and just the sight of him had those all too familiar butterflies rushing around madly in your stomach.
“God, will you stop drooling.”
A voice appeared at your side and what they said had you panicking until you realised that it was only Tony. “Sorry,” you quickly muttered, turning away from where Bucky was sat and hoping that the foundation you had on was good enough to hide the blush burning up your face. “This is a great looking party by the way, I love the Christmas tree.”
He looked down at you from above the sunglasses that had slid down to the tip of his nose, and when he crossed his arms across his chest you knew that he was mad at you but for what you couldn’t figure out. A staring match suddenly started, you looking into his eyes and trying to figure out what you’d done, meanwhile he looked down at you and waited for you to realise. Eventually he got tired and made a disgruntled noise, “you’re an hour late.”
“I-I’m sorry?” Even though he’d given you the reason behind his (not uncommon) mood, you still didn’t understand why it was such a inconvenience.
“So you should be,” he replied, suddenly holding out a small gift towards you. “Look okay, everyone here is doing a secret santa and this is a present for you to give to Bucky from you, think you can manage that?” You tried to stutter out your bewildered reply but Tony was quick to interrupt you once more. “Look I don’t have time, you’ve already made me and Pepper late for the party’s schedule. Just go give him the gift when we announce that it’s time.”
Tony dropped the small square box into your hands and left without another word, rushing off before you could ask him any more questions. You stared at the nicely wrapped present which had a red bow on top. Instinct was telling you not to give it to Bucky because knowing Tony it could just be a joke thing and you didn’t want the guy you had a huge crush on hating you because Tony thought he was funny.
It was only a minute after your confusing conversation with Tony when he appeared once again, only this time it was on a stage with Pepper by his side. They did a quick speech where they welcomed everyone for coming to the party, then they talked a little bit about the schedule for the night, and then they got onto the reason behind why Tony had given you a gift for Bucky. It was Pepper who spoke, “as most of you know, we decided that everyone should take part in a secret santa because we thought it would be a nice ice breaker and get everyone into the Christmas spirit. Now whilst you exchange presents, we will be setting up a surprise so look forward to that.”
You didn’t pay much attention to anything after you heard about the secret santa thing. You realised that this had all been one big set up that you didn’t know if you could trust, and it was only made worse when you noticed Bucky walking and looking directly towards you. When he stopped in front of you, you felt sick begin to climb your throat with anxiety also riding that wave.
“Hi,” you greeted, squeaking out the one syllable word and not daring to say anymore because of the vile in your throat.
“Hey,” he greeted in return, looking nervously from you, to the floor, to the gift in his hand, and then back to you. “I ended up being your secret santa so… here.”
The gift he handed you was badly wrapped so you knew it was genuinely off of him and that alone had you soaring, but the gift inside had you flying all the way up into heaven. It was a scarf. A simple present but it implied that he wanted you to keep warm, meaning that he cared about you. Maybe not in as romantic a way as you cared for him, but in a way that was good enough for you.
“Thank you!” You gushed out, trying on the scarf despite its bright colours not matching the forest green shade of your dress. When you looked back up at him he had a wide smile on his face as he admired how cute you looked with the thick wool wrapped around your neck.
Suddenly you were reminded of the present Tony had given you and a new want to actually give Bucky this mysterious gift grew in you because he’d gotten you something so sweet and you just wanted to give something back. “Here,” you said, nervously handing him the small present and putting a lot of faith in Tony. “I’m your secret santa as well.”
“Thank you,” he says with genuine gratitude laced in his tone and you felt like telling him that he should save giving appreciation for the present until after seeing the gift as it might not end up being that great. The ‘oh my god’ that quietly passed through his lips after seeing whatever was in the box had you visibly wincing.
And just like that, you were a babbling mess. “Look, I know it’s probably a terrible gift, I can take it back if you want and of course I’ll get you something else like maybe a candle or a gun, I don’t know, something you like and is useable-”
“Y/N,” he said your name firmly, silencing you instantly. “Stop panicking. This is… amazing.” He pulled the gift out of the box, revealing an old looking pocket watch and it didn’t take long for you to realise what it actually was.
Not too long ago you’d been conversing with Bucky and Steve about things they missed from the 1940s and this led to a conversation about what Bucky could remember. His memories mostly consisted of moments with Steve, and a pocket watch. It was a pocket watch he’d had from a very young age and one of his most prized possessions, or it had been, before Hydra got to him. You’d asked Tony a couple of days later if he might be able to find it again because you thought that it could be a nice little surprise for Bucky, something he certainly deserved after all the shit he’d gone through.
The prized moment with Bucky was ruined when a sudden bang sounded from somewhere in the venue, frightening you. Though it was more the fact that Bucky had grabbed your arm and pulled you protectively against him that had you yelping, rather than the loud noise. But the next thing you knew, white flakes were beginning to fall from the air above.
It was beautiful. Outdoor snow was beautiful in it’s own right. The outdoors would be covered by the white, looking like an unfinished painting awaiting the painter to return and fill up it’s perfectly white canvas, somehow still managing to look like a masterpiece. But this inside snow had it’s own awe-inspiring beauty. The snowflakes dropped down and landed on your face, softer than the kisses your mother used to plant.
Yet none of that mattered as all you could do was stare up at Bucky’s face, a sight you found to be somehow more appealing than the marvel that was indoor snow. And what had your heart beating a million miles a minute was the fact that he was looking down at you as well.
“Y/N,” he whispered, breathing heavily for some reason. Maybe it was because of the sudden panic caused by the bang that had set off the snow, or maybe it was because of just how close the two of you were.
“Bucky,” you replied, trying to ignore the scent of expensive wine that was being carried with his breath.
He seemed to narrow his eyes slightly as he continued to stare at you for a little while longer, as though he was noticing something he’d never seen before. And he was. He was admiring the shape of your nose, the colour of your eyes, the curve of your lips, and how it all came together to make you a beautiful specimen.
Years after this particular night, you’d regret not having someone take a photo of that moment. Because in that room, with fake snow gracefully dancing it’s way down from the air above, with violinists and harpists playing a jolly tune, Bucky was falling in love with you for the first time.
“Can I take you out to dinner?” His hand which had been holding tightly onto your arm moved down towards your hand, caressing the naked skin on your arm as he moved down, causing goosebumps to appear where he’d touched; and when he enveloped your hand, the sensation had goosebumps appearing over all of your body. “It doesn’t seem right, you getting a lousy scarf when I get this amazing gift. Plus… I’d really like to take you out on a date.”
You knew you had to say yes, but in that perfect moment all you were thinking was ‘thank God for Tony Stark’, words you never thought would be in your mind.