#imagine alec lightwood

[dumbladores]

Alec Lightwood Imagine

Alec Lightwood x fem!reader Prompt: You reeeealy like his leather pants and well, who can blame you Rating: Mature

As soon as the door clicks shut behind you, the air shifts. The tension that has been simmering between you and Alec all night sharpens, heavy and inevitable. He stands just inside the doorway, his broad shoulders rising and falling with each measured breath. His dark eyes flicker over you, lingering, hungry.

The soft glow of the institute’s lights casts deep shadows across his face, accentuating every sharp angle of his jaw, the strong line of his throat, the tension in his shoulders. But it’s his body that has you transfixed—the way his black leather gear clings to him, how every single muscle is outlined beneath it, the way his belt sits low on his hips, like it was made to drive you insane.

You swallow, your throat suddenly dry, as your eyes drift lower. His leather pants, snug and unforgiving, highlight the flex of his thighs, the solid strength of him. And you can see it—the way he’s already hard beneath the material, the way the friction must be driving him crazy.

Alec shifts slightly, rolling his shoulders like he’s trying to ease some invisible tension, but the movement only makes the leather creak, and your stomach tightens.

His gaze snaps to yours, sharp and knowing. “You keep looking at me like that,” he murmurs, his voice lower now, rougher. “I won’t be able to hold back.”

A slow, wicked smile tugs at your lips. “Maybe I don’t want you to.”

That’s all it takes.

Alec closes the distance between you in an instant, his hands gripping your waist as he backs you against the wall. His body presses into yours, solid and warm, and you gasp at the sensation—the hard press of his belt, the unmistakable friction of leather against your thighs.

He groans, low and rough, his breath hot against your ear. “You feel that?” he murmurs, rocking against you slightly, just enough for the friction to spark through both of you.

A whimper escapes your lips, your fingers flying to his shoulders, gripping him hard. “Alec—”

He exhales sharply, his hands tightening on your hips. “It’s been driving me insane all night,” he admits, his voice unsteady. He rocks against you again, just enough to make you shudder. “How tight these damn pants are. How fucking hard I’ve been since you walked into that club looking like that.”

His confession sends a fresh wave of heat through you, and you press up against him, matching his movement, testing. The effect is immediate—Alec lets out a sharp breath, his head dropping against your shoulder, his body trembling slightly.

“Fuck,” he groans, his voice barely more than a breath.

You smirk, sliding your hands down his chest, over the smooth, fitted fabric of his gear, before dipping lower, your fingers tracing the edge of his belt. “Bet this isn’t very comfortable,” you murmur, teasing.

Alec lets out a soft, desperate sound, his hips pressing into you involuntarily. “It’s torture,” he admits, his voice wrecked. “And you’re making it worse.”

“Am I?” You drag your fingers just under the leather of his waistband, just enough to tease, to make him twitch beneath your touch.

Alec shudders, his breath stuttering as he presses harder against you. The friction is exquisite—the leather against your bare skin, the way he moves so effortlessly, how tightly wound he already is.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he breathes, his voice shaking. “I’ve wanted this—wanted you—” He cuts himself off with a sharp inhale as you roll your hips against him, slow and deliberate.

The whimper that slips from his lips is helpless, shattered—a sound that sends heat licking through your veins and leaves you breathless. His hands fly to your thighs, gripping hard, holding you in place as he grinds against you, properly this time.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathes, his head tilting back slightly, his eyes dark with pure need.

The sight of him—flushed, trembling, barely holding on—sends a rush of heat through you, and you realize you don’t want to tease him anymore. You want him. All of him. Now.

Reaching for his shirt, you tug it off him in one swift movement. Alec discards it in a corner of the room, and then he’s on you again, kissing you deep, desperate, his hands shaking as he grips the hem of your shirt, tugging it over your head.

You’re past the point of teasing. Past the point of restraint.

Tonight, you’re giving in.

Alec is all over you now, his hands gripping your hips, his breath coming fast and uneven against your lips. The heat between you is unbearable, thick and electric, crackling through every inch of your body. His kiss is desperate, bruising, like he’s trying to claim every single breath you take, and you let him. You want him to.

Then, without warning, his hands shift, gripping the backs of your thighs, and he heaves you up effortlessly. A surprised gasp escapes you as he lifts you off the ground, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist.

“Fuck—Alec,” you gasp, clinging to him.

He groans at the sound of his name, carrying you easily to the bed before dropping you onto the mattress, the weight of his body following, pinning you down. His hands press into the sheets beside your head, his hair falling into his dark, blown-out eyes as he looks at you—really looks at you—like he’s finally letting himself take in what’s happening.

And then, suddenly, he hesitates.

Not because he wants to stop—no, you can feel how much he wants this, feel it in the way he’s rock hard against you, still trapped inside those sinfully tight leather pants. But there’s something else. Something he’s just realized.

His lips quirk up slightly, amusement flickering through the haze of desire in his gaze. “Hm,” he murmurs, his voice dark, wrecked. “You liking that?”

You blink up at him, dazed. “W-what?”

Alec exhales sharply through his nose, shaking his head like he can’t believe what he’s just discovered. He shifts his hips slightly—just enough for the firm leather to press against the slick heat between your thighs.

A whimper escapes you. Loudly.

His smirk deepens, something dangerous flashing in his eyes. “Didn’t realize you like it so much,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing lower, lower until he’s slipping a hand between your thighs.

And then—he finds out exactly how much you like it.

He groans, deep and low, his fingers sliding against your soaked underwear, pressing against the fabric like he can’t quite believe what he’s feeling. “Jesus, Y/N,” he breathes, his voice almost trembling. “You’re fucking drenched.”

You moan, your thighs twitching beneath his touch, your hands flying to his shoulders. “Alec—”

He presses his fingers against you again, a slow, deliberate stroke, and you arch into his touch, gasping. “This is from me,” he mutters, his tone almost possessive. “From those damn leather pants rubbing against you. From just—” He groans softly, pressing his forehead to yours. “God, you’re killing me.”

Your breath stutters, your fingers digging into his back. “Take them off.”

Alec smirks, shaking his head. “Not yet.”

And then—he’s stripping you down instead.

His fingers hook into your jeans, dragging them down your legs agonizingly slow, like he wants to savour every second, every inch of skin he exposes. His breath stutters as he peels them away, leaving you in nothing but your underwear, bare and completely exposed beneath him.

Alec sits back slightly, his gaze raking over you, drinking you in like he’s starving. “Fuck,” he mutters, his voice hoarse. “Look at you.”

You reach for him, tugging him back down, and he groans against your mouth as your bodies collide—his leather-covered thighs slotting perfectly between yours, his hips pressing down, grinding against you.

The friction is unbearable. The leather is smooth and hot against your bare skin, so different from anything you’ve ever felt before, and Alec feels it too.

He grinds down again, his hips rolling in slow, controlled movements, and his breath catches on a sharp inhale.

“F-fuck—” His voice is wrecked, shaking with restraint, and his head drops against your shoulder as he ruts against you.

You moan at the pressure, your nails digging into his back, and Alec shudders, his entire body trembling as he rocks against you again and again.

“You’re—” He inhales sharply, his fingers digging into your hips. “Jesus, I can’t—”

His movements get rougher, less controlled, his hips rolling with more urgency, more desperation. The leather creaks with every movement, the friction so intense it’s driving both of you to the edge.

“Alec,” you whimper, tilting your head back.

That’s all it takes.

He lets out a sharp, devastating moan, his entire body tensing above you, and then—he’s completely falling apart.

His breath catches, his jaw clenches, and then he groans—low and wrecked—as he helplessly spills into his pants. His hips jerk one last time against you before he goes still.

His breath is hot against your neck, his body trembling, his hands gripping you so tightly like he’s afraid to let go.

For a moment, neither of you move.

Then, after a long, shaky breath, Alec lets out a soft, breathless laugh, burying his face in your neck.

“Oh my God,” he mutters, voice still thick with pleasure, his entire body still shuddering with aftershocks.

You laugh softly, running your fingers through his hair. “That good?”

Alec groans against your skin, shaking his head. “You have no idea.”

Then, after a beat, he lifts his head, his dark eyes meeting yours, a slow smirk creeping onto his lips.

“But don’t think for a second,” he murmurs, trailing his fingers down your side, “that we’re anywhere near done.”

[inkedbydave]

ATTENTION TSC FANS

I am feeling silly so if you actually rblg this post with the outfit you're wearing rn with your favorite character I will draw them wearing it. (This is my excuse to draw more silly tsc content while i get out of art block, plus hopefully I get to draw some really out of character stuff, that would be funny af.)

[bullshittingmywaythroughlife]

Person B: Dom or sub?

Person A: I guess Domino's, since I don't go to Subway that much. Don't see why you'd put them in the same category though

Person C: I'm gonna tell them

Person B: Don't you fucking dare

[soulofapatrick]

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.” 

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[alecgsaltwood]

Bringing back this AU concept i thought of a long while back where Alec loses his memories at the end of the Shadowhunters TV universe instead of Clary as punishment for not only summoning a Prince of Hell but wagering deals with one or whatever idk I didn't get that far but ANYWAYS.

Him living with his mom and going to college while working at a cute coffee shop / wearing a pride pin on his apron and Magnus being his favorite customer because he always tips him really well :(

And wait over time he’d develop a crush on Magnus but like he doesn’t want to say anything because the man is a customer and he’s obviously married by the looks of the wedding ring on his finger :((

He likes Friday night shifts because that’s open mic night and there’s this band called Rock Solid Panda that plays and they sound ok plus the singer’s friend had really weird tattoos that Alec just can’t seem to wrap his head around :(((

And the lead singer's girlfriend once called him hermano when he came to clean up their dishes after a show and now his coworkers tease him about it, but strangely, she does sort of look like him :((((

Sometimes him and his classmates go to this bar after a really hard exam and the bartender is nice and funny and they like to share complaints about annoying customers they had both dealt with that week but he feels bad for her because she has a big scar on her neck :(((((

And he’s not really the religious type but his mom insist they go to church some nights, and there’s this new pastor there, he seems young but he’s good, in fact sometimes if he looks over his shoulder he thinks he sees a man that looks like Magnus standing in the back, he looks proud??

Also he likes to donate blood at the local hospital sometimes, the nurse there is really sweet, he asks her about the drawings pinned on her station wall, she smiles softly and tells him her daughter drew them. But why do one of the men in the drawings look like him :(((((

Oh and some nights when he’s drowning in homework his mom’s boyfriend comes by and brings Chinese food, Alec really likes it and asks Luke to show him a menu for the next time he wants to order it, but, that’s a strange name for lo mein, and what are seelie kelp noodles?

He typically works the closing shifts at work, he tends to prefer the night shifts because they are slower and he can focus on his school load, he loved being a public policy major but god was there a lot of reading. He heard about a study method that included scribbling on a piece of paper while he read. One time, he was locked in on chapter when he heard the front door chime and in walked a tall blonde man in a leather jacket, when he greeted the man he looked downright nauseous, which, Alec wasn't sure what was to be said about his own appearance in that moment. The man ordered a black coffee to go but avoided eye contact with him which confused Alec even more, but nonetheless he turned to the coffee maker and began to pour him a cup.

It was when he turned back to hand him the cup, when things got weird. The other man was staring intensely at his notebook, thinking he was probably confused by the random scribbles he went to explain when he realized the page was indeed not filled with random scribbles but rather the same scribble over and over again.

The man left before Alec could say anything more, leaving him with the cup of coffee. But something changed in that moment, seeing the unintentional drawing, its resemblance to the tattoos he had seen all around him but this one specifically not being one he had seen on any of his customers, coupled with this strange man who, if Alec was completely honest, felt like someone he knew deeply, maybe in this life or another.

So strange, definitely a story to tell his mom once he got home.

:((((((

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 1

Alec Lightwood + Praise Kink

Happy first day of kinktober everyone. I’ve got a lot more schoolwork this year (curse you psychology) but ill be doing my best to try and keep up with my posting.

I’m gonna be honest I haven’t watched Shadowhunters in a long time, but Alec and Magnus still mean a lot to me. So, this is super vague about background stuff, cuz I can’t remember any of the plot from the show or books.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist

Alec found himself sighing as he leaned back in the chair behind his desk, his hand reaching up to rub at his aching temples. He took his duty very seriously, but at times it could do nothing but cause pains and aches throughout his body and psyche. Not only that, but his work kept him apart from you, sometimes for days or even weeks at a time. Alec had known at the time when he gained his rank that this work would fill much of his life, but now that he had finally found his way to you, it almost didn’t feel worth it.

Alec sighed softly as he got out of his seat, there was no reason to keep working any more tonight. At this point he had stared at those reports enough that he was seeing double, and the thought of your shared bed was like an angel’s call. With that in mind, the shadowhunter found himself almost floating to your shared room, a new edition to your relationship. Neither of you even had much time to spend in this room, as you were both important people in your circles and both took your duties seriously.

It was because of this that Alec didn’t even think about you being present when he entered the dimly lit room, his eyelids heavy and half shut as he pulled off his clothes robotically, folding it up neatly and placing it off to the side to go in the laundry in the morning. It was only when he fell onto the bed, now only clad his boxers, that he noticed the second presence in the room. He almost jolted up with shock, but your arm wrapped warmly and securely around his waist, pulling your lover close as you nuzzled into the back of his stiff neck.

“there’s my pretty boy” you rumble, your voice thick with sleep but also the love and admiration you have for Alec. Alec only allows himself to huff a little, feeling embarrassed at your sweet words. He had never gotten used to being complimented or praised, so when you peppered sleepy kisses on his neck and mumbled about his beautiful, he was and how strong he was, the shadowhunter felt himself grow hotter in the face.

“Look at you, all tense” you huff, your warm hands running up and down the planes of Alecs torso as you hook your chin over his shoulder, your thumbs rubbing just below his pecs, the action causing him to twitch and exhale sharply. “Always working so hard for everyone, but you never take care of yourself” you mumble, your lips pressed to the side of his neck. You can’t help but nibble on the skin there, letting your tongue flatten against the rune on his neck.

“Guess that’s why you have me, isn’t it” you almost tease, your hands finally grabbing his tight pecs in your palms, giving him a loving squeeze, making your sensitive lover whine. “Always such a diligent, good boy, aren’t you?” you croon, giving both of his nipples a quick pinch and twist, enjoying the punched-out noise that leaves Alec at the action. You had always loved how sensitive he was, and how easily you could work him up with just a few touches and sweet words.

“My good boy” you purr, hands traveling down his torso at a snail’s pace, almost in a worshipping manner as you feel out every shape that makes up his body, basking in the shaky way he breaths and how he can’t seem to keep his legs still. “My pretty boy” you hum, your thumbs teasing at the elastic of his underwear, an almost catlike smirk on your lips as you let your lover stew in the need and want running through his tired body.

“Just lay back Alec, ill take care of you” you mutter, using your grip to pull him further against your chest, your hips grinding into his own from behind. Alec shakily exhales but seems to melt in your arms, his muscles untensing as you fold his boxers down under his sack, releasing his hardness to the darkness of your shared room.

“Ill always take care of you. Because you are so good, and so beautiful. So smart, and so considerate of everyone around you” you keep mumbling, one of your hands wrapping around where Alec craves you the most. The noise that leaves him sounds drawn out and almost painful, like he had wanted you to touch him for so long. There isn’t a need for lube, as you don’t have to do much to work Alec how he needs it, at the moment he doesn’t need anything wild, he just needs your touch and presence.

The loose grip you have around him and the lazy way you stroke him is enough to have Alec twitching and jolting, his mouth open as he gasps and whimpers, words long gone from his person as he arches his hips into your hand. How you feel about him is impossible to express in words, so you keep laying every compliment you can think of on him as you kiss and suck at his neck and shoulder.

His keens rise in volume, his voice wobbly and almost hoarse as he begs in broken words. “Go on baby. Good boy, come on, be good and give it to me” you rumble, reaching up with your free hand to give one of his nipples a rough pinch and twist. Its all Alec needs to finish, his hips jolting almost painfully into your hand as his essence spills across the sheets in thick white stripes, painting your black sheets in a different shade.

You barely are able to withdraw from his back before Alec is asleep, the exhaustion of the multiple days of nonstop work and the euphoria of his orgasm knocking him out cold. With a soft chuckle, you kiss his temple and start cleaning up, moving him around to change him out of his underwear into a new pair, and getting new sheets on the bed. As you cuddle against his back again, this time under the sheets, you smile softly to yourself as you kiss the back of his neck. “I love you so much, my sweet boy” you whisper before shutting your eyes, burying your face into his hair, and inhaling his scent, letting the familiar scent carry you off into the land of sleep.

[tallertysupremacy]

I love everything about this interaction (Alec literally flirted with Raphael and I will never get over it akrjsbwkdj) but the absolute best part it how long it took for the joke to come full circle😂

First pic from Ghost of the Shadow Market, 2019

Second is The Bane Chronicles, 2014

[malecarchive]

[amrubrum]

I will say, despite my hatred for shtv, some of the casting decisions were pretty good. aside from Alec and Izzy i LOVED Luke Baines as Sebastian. He did well with the material that he was given, and physically he was definitely perfect, at least for me. Like him with this look was everything

[carelessflower]

consul alec regalia moodboard

the consul robe’s described in canon as being loose robe so i decide to have a little fun with it. obsessed with the idea the cloak would be lined with fur from some beast nephilim slay years ago, corset lacing and instead of hat alec has like this cool silver/gold headpiece that resemble a cloak. drop some of your alec consul inspo too

[ghoulie-67-baby]

Partners in crime - Shadowhunters.

Summary: You’re Magnus Bane’s best friend and fellow warlock, when Shadowhunters ask for help you take the job together.

Warning: Mentions of nightmares, skimpy pyjamas (idk what you’d call them tbh), playful teasing between friends, fluff.

Pairing: Magnus bane x Warlock!reader (Platonic).

Word count: 1,336.

The sun scorched across my face through a gap in the curtains. I dramatically huffed as I glared at the curtains in disdain, knowing I wouldn't fall asleep again. I stretched with an obnoxiously loud yawn, humming contently as my bones popped in a chorus.

Discomfort quickly set in from the glaring light and I raked my fingers through my hair before swinging my legs from the bed and trudging towards the door. My dreams had kept me up a good portion of the night and in the end, I crawled into bed with Magnus which kept them at bay.

"Mags?" I called through the quiet loft, "Mags, why do you never close the curtains properly?" I searched the loft half asleep for my flatmate only to come up empty. I straightened out my shorts as I wandered to the kitchen, letting the growl of my stomach lead me.

My pyjama vest rose up my stomach as I reached to grab a bowl and I shivered at the cold air of my exposed midriff.

Shuffling towards the living room, I failed to notice the gathering of people until the sound of someone clearing their throat caught my attention. I nodded hello to the group sleepily, gathering my thoughts as I ate my breakfast. I snapped out of my sleepy state as Magnus appeared in front of me protectively.

"Good morning, my dearest, I'll make sure to close them properly from now on shall I?" The question was rhetorical but I nodded anyway, placing my now empty bowl on the table. "Now, as much as I love seeing you half-dressed," Magnus teased with a playful wink. "I'm not sure how much longer Simon can watch without holding his drool back so how about we cover you up." I sighed but let his magic swirl around me, a beautiful, feathered robe appearing around my body.

The fabric brushed the ground as I stepped forward and planted myself into Magnus' chest in a tight hug. He reciprocated, both lost in the cuddle and temporarily forgetting about the group awkwardly standing behind him. Unfamiliar people weren't going to stop me from having my morning cuddle, they could wait.

"Thank you, my love," I whispered, pressing a small kiss to his cheek before peering up at him quizzically. "so, who do we have today?"

"Shadowhunters and Vampires," I moved to stand beside him, smiling at the small sea of faces, some of which smiled back whilst others remained blank. A huge smile overtook me and my eyes softened as my es met Raphael's gaze. I knew he had turned away when I appeared in my pyjamas, he always felt awkward and refused to see me in a vulnerable state, saying it wasn't proper. I understood considering Magnus and I had practically raised him since vampirism. Though he hated to admit it, he was my boy but he had a reputation to hold up and such so I let him seem hardened and cold, sometimes.

"Hello my lovely boy," I held his face in my hand gently, looking at his handsome face before putting my arms around him. He kissed my cheek and hugged me back before clearing his throat, letting me step back towards Magnus. I sniggered as he glared at the group of shocked Shadowhunters, daring them to say something. "Play nice Rafe."

"This is Y/N, best friend for all intents and purposes, partner in crime and partnering warlock." I grinned, bowing playfully at the group who stared at me strangely.

"Y/N, these are the Shadowhunters of the New York Institute. This is Alexander," I noticed the twinkle in his eye at that name. "Jace, Clarissa and Isabelle. The new vampire is Simon, he's with Raphael." He gestured to each respectively and I looked over each of them.

"Nice to meet you all. What can we do for you then?" I let my eyes stay on Alexander a little longer than the others, taking in his tall muscular stature and handsome face.

"So, are you two, like, a thing or?" He trailed off and I raised an eyebrow, looking up at Mags and our grins matched.

"No," I chuckled, shaking my head, "We've been best friends and partners for a few centuries. Most people do assume that though." A gentle hand squeezed my hip and I leant into it softly.

"You seem close enough, you're kind of handsie too," I raised a curious eyebrow at the young vampire, enjoying his curiosity though going off the look on Raphael's face he didn't.

"We've lived together for a long time, and known each other even longer. We come as a pair, can't have one without the other but that doesn't have to mean we're together in that way." I grinned at him, my magic swirling through my fingers languidly. "Curiosity is a fine thing Simon but you should be careful who you're curious about, might just bite you in the ass." I chided him softly, using a small spell to deliver a small biting sensation on his butt. He yelped and jumped, laughing nervously, but grinning widely all the same. I liked him, he seemed sweet.

"And you wonder why Raphael doesn't play nice," Magnus tutted, an amused twinkle in his eye. I hummed before turning back to the matter at hand.

"Now, I've heard you're causing quite the stir in the Shadow world Clary Fray, what is Magnus getting us into now?"

"I need help getting my Mom back, Valentine has taken her," A shiver ran down my spine at that name but I motioned for her to continue. "I don't know where he's taken her but I could do with all the help I can get and I've been told you guys are the best warlocks to ask." I thought about it seriously, biting my lip as I did. "I don't want to cause any trouble but Magnus knows about some of my past memories, ones he blocked that could help me find her." I walked towards her, cupping her face in my hands, hushing her gently. I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and let my thumb wipe away one of her tears with a gentle smile.

"Sweet girl, we'll help however we can as long as it's not a threat to the Downworld." She nodded gratefully, mouthing her thanks as her chest shuddered with a heavy breath. "I can't promise we can remove them but we can damn well try."

"Mama, it's not that simple." Raphael interrupted, looking furious. "We shouldn't get involved in shadowhunter business. They cause nothing but trouble for us." He spoke through gritted teeth, a hard glare fixed on Jace who leered back at him. These two obviously didn't get along.

"Rafe, sweetie, you can't justify not helping them because of that. That would make us just as bad as the Clave now wouldn't it?" I crossed my arms, looking at him disapprovingly. We raised him better than this, his anger was just clouding his judgement. "If things get too much then we'll walk away won't we Mags?" I glanced towards my partner who agreed with me. "You know that's how we work, my darling, we don't bite off more than we can chew." I made sure to emphasise so the Shadowhunters knew where we stood, looking pointedly at Jace whose glare never faltered. Perhaps my comment about the Clave had touched a nerve.

"Well, if you come back tomorrow we can get started, we have stock to replenish and things to organise, I'm sure you understand." Magnus began to shoo them closer to the door, waving them goodbye as I hugged Raphael. He paid special attention to bidding Alexander goodbye and I couldn't help my smirk as I made him a drink. It was 5 o'clock somewhere in the world after all.

"I can't help but feel like the next few days are to be exhausting." I handed the glass to him and nodded solemnly. There was no doubt about that.

[dumbladores]

Alec Lightwood x fem!reader Smut

No One Else Knows

(To what filth you two get up to in bed.) Alec’s POV Mentions of BDSM, anal play, dominance, switch dynamics

Alec had never liked parties, never liked being surrounded by people who made too much noise, who took up too much space. But being here now, with her, he couldn’t remember a single reason why he ever wanted to be anywhere else.

She’s mine.

The thought came fast, unbidden, wrecking through him like a strike to the ribs.

And no one in this room had any idea what that meant.

She stood a few feet away, deep in conversation with Izzy, a flute of champagne held loosely between her fingers. She wore a black dress, sleek and simple, the hem teasing the middle of her thighs, her collarbones sharp beneath the dim lighting. To anyone else, she looked poised, collected. To Alec, she looked like something meant only for him.

And no one else here knew.

No one knew how her breasts felt in his hands, how she gasped when his calloused fingers rolled her nipples between them, how her body arched so prettily when he took his time wrecking her. No one knew the way her voice broke when she was close, how her lips parted in breathless desperation, or the way she whispered his name when she couldn’t hold back anymore.

No one knew that the same sharp mouth speaking so casually right now had begged him—pleaded—just last night, her voice hoarse with need, "Alec, please, please—"

Only he knew.

Only he knew the truth of what she was beneath that cool exterior.

The bruises on her wrists weren’t from training. They were from the shackles he’d locked around them last night, the metal biting into her delicate skin as she writhed beneath him, begging, whimpering, struggling, pretending she didn’t love it when they both knew she did.

No one else in this room had seen her like that.

No one knew how her body looked bound and helpless, ankles shackled, hands locked above her head, her hips lifting off the bed as she moaned for him, as she begged him to touch her, fuck her, ruin her.

No one knew that beneath this elegant dress was a girl who had let him fasten a leather collar around her throat, who had gasped in pleasure when he tested it, his fingers tightening around it just enough to make her breath stutter.

No one knew that she had whimpered into a gag, her lips wet, her thighs trembling, as he made her struggle in her restraints, watching her body tense, watching her desperate need build until she was so wet for him it dripped down the inside of her thighs.

No one knew that she had sobbed when he pressed a plug into her tight, trembling body, stretching her slowly, whispering in her ear how good she looked filled up, how he would take her apart so perfectly when he finally gave in.

Alec exhaled sharply, shifting against the bar, jaw tight, trying not to let it show on his face.

Shit.

He was getting hard just standing here.

Across the room, she turned, meeting his gaze once more. Her lips parted slightly, as if she could already tell where his thoughts had gone.

She knew.

Of fucking course she knew.

She smirked, subtle but deliberate, taking another sip of champagne, tilting her head in that way that made his stomach clench.

You’re so fucked, Lightwood.

Alec’s breath left him in a slow exhale.

No one knew.

No one knew what she let him do to her.

Or what she did to him.

No one knew how easily she could ruin him.

Alec had always been in control. A leader, a warrior, a protector. But no one here knew how easily she could break him.

No one in this room knew that more than once, he had been the one shackled, tied down and helpless, his arms straining against the manacles as she took her time, teasing him, making him beg.

No one knew how she had pushed him onto the bed, straddled him, rubbing slow, deliberate circles against his aching cock, whispering, "You always act so strong, don’t you? But I know what you really want. But shh, don’t worry, I won’t tell."

How he had thrown his head back, groaning so deep it scraped raw in his throat, because her weight above him, her hands sliding under his shirt, her nails scratching down his stomach—it was too much.

No one knew that she had kept him like that for hours, whispering filth into his ear, watching him strain against his restraints, teasing him until he was a wreck, his hips jerking up uselessly, his abs quivering from the effort of holding back.

How she had kissed down his stomach, slow and deliberate, licking at the sweat pooling in the ridges of his abs, whispering, "So desperate already, Lightwood? Always so tough, but look at you now."

No one knew.

That she had kissed the inside of his thigh, just to watch him turn to putty beneath her, his breath hitching, his hands trembling, his body straining to stay still because she told him not to move.

That she had looked up at him through her lashes, smirked, and whispered, "Do you want my mouth, love?"

No one knew that he had begged for it.

Begged.

Pleaded.

Moaned her name like a man tortured.

And God, he had fucking loved it.

No one knew.

That when she did take him into her mouth, he had sobbed.

That his hands had fisted in the sheets, his head had slammed back against the mattress, his legs had shaken as she sucked him deep, slow, taking time to make him fall apart.

That he had whispered her name like a prayer, voice wrecked, chest heaving, his body trembling as she worked him over, dragged her nails down his abs, swallowed him deep.

But she hadn’t let him come. Yet.

No one knew.

That her mouth could ruin him in more than one way.

And he fucking loved it.

Alec had had this done to him before.

Of course he had.

He’d been with Magnus for years, and Magnus had never been shy about what he wanted, what Alec enjoyed, what made him come undone.

But this—this—was different.

Because he had never asked this of her.

Not once.

Never even mentioned it.

Because he hadn’t wanted to.

She wasn’t Magnus.

She wasn’t someone he thought would even want to.

But then she had proved him so fucking wrong.

No one knew.

That she had let him turn around, pinned down by the shackles, kissed his shoulders, his spine, his lower back, whispering soft, filthy things into his skin as she ran her nails down his sides.

That she had eased his thighs apart, pressed a kiss to his spine, then lower, lower, lower.

No one here knew.

That when her tongue finally flickered against him, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒, his whole body had jolted, his breath catching, hands struggling in the shackles, his fingers clutching desperately at the sheets beneath him.

That he had 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 to stay still, tried to breathe through it, tried not to lose himself too quickly, but she 𝑘𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔, kept licking, pressing her tongue deeper, her nails scratching against his hips as she held him open.

No one knew.

That he had let out the most 𝑤𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 moan, face buried in the pillow, his body 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔, his breath coming in harsh, uneven gasps.

That he had never thought she would do this—never expected it, never even 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑—but now that she was, he didn’t think he could survive it.

No one here knew.

That when she slid a finger inside him, slow and careful, he had 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑑 so loudly she had laughed against his skin, murmured, "Oh, love, you’re gonna fall apart for me so fast, aren’t you?"

No one knew.

That she had 𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 him like that for so 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔, licking into him, fucking him with her tongue and fingers, whispering filthy praise as he shook and gasped beneath her.

No one here knew.

That he had 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒.

𝐴𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑, voice wrecked, words slurring together, so 𝑓𝑢𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 desperate for her to keep going.

No one here knew.

That when she had pushed deeper, when she curled her fingers just right, his entire body had arched so violently against the shackles that the chains rattled, his wrists straining against the cold metal, his breath punching out of him in a high, wrecked gasp.

That his vision had went white for a second, his chest heaving, his whole body tightening like a bowstring about to snap.

That when she had flickered her tongue against him again, slow, deliberate, teasing, he choked on a sob, his fingers clawing at the sheets, his hips jerking helplessly.

That when she had fucked him open with her fingers, murmuring soft, filthy things against his skin, he couldn’t even speak anymore—his breath coming in shallow, broken gasps, his entire body shaking apart beneath her touch.

That when she curled her fingers deeper, twisted just right, the pleasure hit him so hard he couldn’t breathe.

That his eyes fluttered shut, his mouth falling open on a desperate gasp that sounded so helpless, so wrecked it barely even belonged to him.

That he was right there, trembling, teetering on the edge—

And then she had whispered it.

"Come for me, love."

And Alec—Alec fucking shattered.

His whole body had jerked violently against the shackles, his muscles locking, trembling, convulsing.

His breath hitched, caught, broke into a wrecked, helpless sob as the orgasm crashed over him in wave after brutal wave.

A hoarse, broken cry had ripped from his throat, his body convulsing so hard she had to hold him down, her hands firm against his hips, keeping him still as his cock pulsed untouched, spilling into the sheets beneath him.

That it was so much, so deep, so overwhelming that his vision went black, his body nearly numb from the intensity of it.

That he kept shaking, kept gasping, kept whimpering, because it didn’t stop—it kept rolling through him, kept pulling him under, kept leaving him raw and undone.

That when she finally, finally pulled her fingers out, when she finally eased her mouth away, he let out a high, wrecked little sob, his thighs still trembling, his breath still uneven.

That even then, even after coming so hard he nearly blacked out, he still twitched helplessly when she kissed the small of his back, when she ran soothing hands down his sides.

That when she unlocked the shackles, his wrists raw, his body spent, he didn’t move. Couldn’t.

That he just lay there, gasping, wrecked, trembling with aftershocks that wouldn’t stop.

That when she curled up against him, pressed her lips to his shoulder, stroked a hand down his stomach, his cock twitched again, already aching for more.

That he had never, in his life, felt so completely, utterly destroyed.

That he had never felt so fucking good.

No one here knew.

But ��𝐇𝐄 did.

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰.

And now, standing across the room, sipping her champagne, her dark brows lifting just slightly, lips curling at the corners, she was 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤.

And Alec knew this wasn't over.

Alec’s fingers twitched against the empty glass in his hand, his jaw tight. He should be embarrassed. Should be ashamed that she could 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚, that she could 𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑦 𝐴𝑙𝑒𝑐 𝐿𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 flicker of her tongue, a touch, a look.

But he wasn’t.

Because she was the only one who could.

And now, across the room, she was looking at him again, still talking to Izzy, but watching him 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔, a little smirk curling at the edges of her lips.

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤.

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑.

Alec swallowed hard, shifting against the bar, feeling the uncomfortable pressure of his jeans growing worse by the second. He exhaled slowly through his nose, curling his fingers into a fist, because if he let himself keep thinking about it, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤.

No one knew.

But as she took another slow sip of champagne, her eyes flickering back to his, Alec knew one thing for certain.

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.

And God help him—he couldn’t fucking wait.

[lurafita]

Malec AU (slightly inspired by John Wick)

For years the criminal underworld of New York knew to be on guard, to always look over the shoulder, to never let their guard down. Because no one was safe from never becoming a target of the world's greatest merc. When whispers spread about said merc retiring, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Until some upstart kidnapped the merc's boyfriend. Now the bad guys are scrambling to find and free the boyfriend, before the merc can come knocking at their door, asking questions.

[im-out-of-it]

I’ve seen book stans shitting on the show (and also CC) but I’m just saying, it could have been a lot worse. I’m not here to say it was perfect except for malec which was wonderfully done. but imagine if it followed the books. if it followed the incest, Simon cheating, Alec being biphobic, magnus not communicating very well and also basically going after 17 year old Alec, and all the other unnecessary shit and problematic writing

so yes, I’m glad they changed the show. I’m glad they upped their ages and didn’t make it all about clace, and actually did Malec well. it’s always so funny to me “tHeY dIdN’t FoLlOw ThE bOoKs” ok so what’s the problem lmao IM FUCKING HAPPY THEY DIDNT

it is a shit show but watch it just for malec and watch Alecs development, these two lovely men falling in love with each other, it’s a fucking treat. so I’m going to doing my millionth (probably) rewatch. I will ignore clace, have no interest in jace and clary (because I hate them and they’re shitty characters as we know them to be.) and get excited about Malec. I don’t care what anyone says but Matt and harry seriously gave their characters their fucking all. they created (I think) these parallels for them and deepened their characters, and added some neat tidbits. stuff that wasn’t included in the books because CC didn’t give a fuck about them until it made her money (just my opinion.) lmao

to me, they’re so underrated because harry and Matt seriously made you endure fucking clace just to watch the show for malec. that’s some fantastic acting 🥲 so I’ll be bitch posting while I’m enduring this show for my favs: Alec, magnus, and Izzy 🥰

[booksandmore]

i really would not change a single thing about the malec plotline (breakup and all) but sometimes i really do wish we got to see alec date at least one other person yk? and i dont mean that in a pre-cog focing himself to date a woman to hide his sexuality way, i mean in a post-breakup rebound/fling kinda way like i just know the drama would be legendary

[butterforbrain]

I'd lose my freaking mind if my HOTI Alec Lightwood started humming a very old song while moving around the institute. Angels bless Magnus bane that man was HOT grumpy boss now he's a happy love sick HOT AF boss !