#morgencest

[balladofbells]

“Like, even though she hated him, he really couldn’t care less. I think that’s so romantic.”

So close! that is actually called r*pe ☺️

When I first read the books, I always really liked how desperate Sebastian was for Clary. Like, even though she hated him, he really couldn’t care less. I think that’s so romantic. And the way that he would pull strings while they were travelling around. Like knowing that she was using her ring to communicate. And taking anything that she could have used to write stuff down with. And saying all of that stuff about how Jace would spend the rest of his life, thinking that she liked her breakfast done a certain way. I don’t know how to describe it.

It really has this feeling of like, “Yeah, I love you and I’m gonna make sure that you don’t fuck us over, but I don’t care if you don’t love me back.” I am a sucker for a self-aware villain lol. 

Ahhh, and I just remembered the scene where she sneaks out and follows him and he’s aware of it ❤️❤️❤️ And she says, “Great, so you were going to manslaughter me” or something. And he says, “It’s only manslaughter if I use a car”

I don’t know how to describe it. He loves her, but he can see right through when she’s lying and sincerely doesn’t give a fuck that she’s trying to fuck them over. It’s so cool. Ahhh ❤️❤️❤️

[carelessflower]

AND FUCK SEBITCHTIAN MORGENCEST WHEN WE AT IT

[light-miracles]

I think I can summarize pretty much 60% of my shipping preferences into "you can't fix him" "no but i can be as wicked as him".

[siriusshow]

ㅤㅤ“jonathan loved her, she thought; if he loved anyone, he loved his sister, and if there was anyone who knew how deadly it was to be loved by someone like jonathan, it was jocelyn.”

[shadowplaywiredance]

When I first read the books, I always really liked how desperate Sebastian was for Clary. Like, even though she hated him, he really couldn't care less. I think that's so romantic. And the way that he would pull strings while they were travelling around. Like knowing that she was using her ring to communicate. And taking anything that she could have used to write stuff down with. And saying all of that stuff about how Jace would spend the rest of his life, thinking that she liked her breakfast done a certain way. I don't know how to describe it.

It really has this feeling of like, "Yeah, I love you and I'm gonna make sure that you don't fuck us over, but I don't care if you don't love me back." I am a sucker for a self-aware villain lol. 

Ahhh, and I just remembered the scene where she sneaks out and follows him and he's aware of it ❤️❤️❤️ And she says, "Great, so you were going to manslaughter me" or something. And he says, "It's only manslaughter if I use a car"

I don't know how to describe it. He loves her, but he can see right through when she's lying and sincerely doesn't give a fuck that she's trying to fuck them over. It's so cool. Ahhh ❤️❤️❤️

[hurtfairchild]

“After ten years of torture in Edom, I learnt to endure pain. 
In fact, I rather enjoy it. I wanted you…”

[hurtfairchild]

“Never mouth off to me.” “It won't happen again. I promise.”

[hurtfairchild]

You look gorgeous...

Clary & Jonathan in 3x12: Original Sin

[tjlexx]

I binged Shadowhunters and all the morgencest feels are killing me

[hurtfairchild]

Clary/Jonathan, 3k, Rated E

Tags: Canon Compliant, Explicit Sexual Content, Vaginal Sex, Cowgirl Position, Light Pain Play/Blood Play/Nipple Play, Sibling Incest, Dubious Consent Due to Magic Bond, Episode: s03e20 City of Glass, Morgencest, Soft Siblings

@bannedtogetherbingo2020 prompt: Strong Women Leaders

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Part 4 of the Blood & Bone Series

Clary and Jonathan order the Seelie Queen to get them the Morningstar Sword. Clary's jealous and turned on by the display.

The Seelie Queen’s back was straight, her eyes twinkling with smugness and defiance. She looked as regal as ever. Clary wondered how that was possible. She wouldn’t look that good if she’d spent the night tied to a chair, prisoner. But she wasn’t an immortal ruler of one of the most complex people she’d ever imagined, so she couldn’t judge.

Jonathan was leaning against the doorframe, legs crossed, watching the Queen with sharp, predatory eyes. Clary wasn’t really used to this side of him. The softness with which he looked at her was incredibly different. His entire face looked different like this. He was dangerous.

“You know,” Jonathan started, “Usually, when people are kidnapped, they scream. They beg. Why are you smiling?”

He talked slowly, deliberately. Clary felt a shiver run down her spine. Jonathan smirked for half of a second, so fast that she barely saw it. He knew how it made her feel to see him this dangerous.

The Seelie Queen’s attention was entirely on him. He seemed to enjoy that greatly. He was being watched by both of them after all, two beautiful women; one at his complete mercy, the other his sister.

“There’s no need for me to make such a spectacle of myself when your sister is doing all of the screaming herself,” the Queen retorted.

Fuck. Clary felt herself flush in the dark of the corner as she watched the two of them. Of course the Queen had heard everything. Clary hadn’t exactly been discreet.

“When you first came to my Court,” the Queen continued. “I thought you nothing more than an impetuous child. But you're a man now, aren't you?” she purred.

Clary swallowed angrily. The Queen was flirting with Jonathan. She could feel it, in the purring of the Queen’s voice when she emphasized how much of a man he was. That Seelie had no idea what she was talking about. Clary was the one in bed with Jonathan.

“Perhaps you shouldn't have underestimated me,” Jonathan replied, cool and collected. His voice alone was enough for Clary to feel hot.

“A mistake I can't possibly make again,” the Seelie Queen said with a small chuckle. “Never in the history of the Seelie Court has someone managed to do what you have.”

Clary blinked. The Queen hadn’t been talking about sex. She’d been talking about Jonathan kidnapping her. How fast had Clary’s mind jumped to the conclusion? Or maybe she was talking about both. That would be just like the Queen.

“Well...I can't take all the credit, your Highness,” Jonathan smirked. The title sounded dirty in his mouth, in this slow and dangerous voice he used. He was flirting back.

Clary stepped into the room. “If you two are done flirting…” Her voice was harsher and colder than she expected it to be. This was really annoying her.

Jonathan seemed aware of that, because he looked up at her with slightly wider eyes. “I wasn't flirting,” he explained. He looked ready to apologize to her.

The Seelie Queen’s smirk was unmistakable. “I was.”

Clary’s blood boiled at that. How dare she? Jonathan was hers, not the Queen’s, and it made her want to punch the Seelie in the face to knock her down a peg, to make her understand that she would never have him. Clary could feel her rage building almost instantly, like a match to petrol built a fire.

Jonathan’s eyes were trained on her now, darker than before. And then it came. The arousal. Clary smirked, her eyes quickly meeting Jonathan’s. She was the only one able to do that to him, to turn him on like this.

She turned her attention back to the Queen. The woman’s eyes were watching the two of them intently. There was no use in pretending what had happened hadn’t. She’d seen them fuck in the club, she’d heard them fuck all night and again in the morning. Clary had no shame in front of the Seelie.

“We have to attend to the matter at hand,” Clary started. “Your people have something that belongs to us,” she explained. “So, why don't you use your birds and your bees to tell the Seelie Court to hand over the Morning Star sword.”

She loved mocking the way the Seelie Queen usually talked. Oh, how the tables had turned. Now it was her who was at their mercy.

“And if I don't comply?” the Queen asked, arrogant.

Clary slapped her, hard. She’d been wanting to since the bitch had started flirting with Jonathan. It felt good to see the strong and usually so invisible and intimidating Queen be struck down. It felt so good she could feel herself getting wet.

“I'd expect this behaviour from a proper Morgenstern,” the Queen continued. She spoke in her usual slow and sensual tone but there was a hint of offense in her green eyes. “Not from you.”

The insult was sharp. Needles pointed right at Clary’s sensitivities. Clary’s lips pressed together angrily as she looked at the woman. How dare she insult her like this?

“I am a proper Morgenstern,” Clary snapped. “Just like my brother.”

She took a few steps towards Jonathan, looking at her fully for the first time in minutes. He was staring at her in obvious lust and awe and it went straight to her pussy.

“After all” - Clary reached him, settling by his side. Her hand rested on his chest softly, even if she wanted to grab his jacket and crash their bodies together -"We are one.”

Jonathan stared at her intensely, licking his lips. Clary smiled at him.

“Bedroom,” she whispered, as low as possible, before walking away.

She was already halfway through undressing when the door of the bedroom shut after him. He was right. The pants posed a bit of a hassle right now.

He came up behind her, slipping his hands around her waist. She could feel his fingers on the patch of skin between her top and her pants, could feel his breath against her neck.

“Watching you go head to head with the Seelie Queen is the hottest thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing,” he said softly.

Clary smirked, leaning back against him. She could feel his arousal;not only physically but through the bond, calling at her, washing over her like waves. It was like standing at the edge of the sea, feeling the waves try to take you away every time they reached you.

Jonathan pressed his lips to her neck. He seemed to like to do that. She let him.

It was hard to stay away from his touch now that she’d given in not once, not twice, but many times. It was hard to push herself away from him. All she wanted was to be close. Clary closed her eyes. His hands started roaming over her body.

“Hopefully our…guest...is telling her people we want the sword.”

“Guest?” Clary chuckled. She turned around in his arms, looking him right in the eyes. She felt a fire light under her skin then. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “No,” she whispered. She pulled him close, down to her, so his lips were almost touching hers. “Our prisoner.”

She almost felt his smirk against her lips as he grabbed her, picking her up and closing the couple of steps to the bed that were left. He almost threw her on it and she giggled.

They tore themselves out of their clothes and grabbed at each other as soon as they could, needy, desperate for each other’s touch.

Clary’s fingers dug into Jonathan’s skin as they stumbled over the bed, trying to find a position satisfactory for the both of them. She’d let him manhandle her most of the time before, but she was feeling a bit too powerful for that now.

She wrestled him onto his back, sitting down on his lap with a smirk. He looked up at her, eyes wide and surprised. But if the raging hard-on he had and Clary’s dripping wet pussy were any tale, they were both enjoying this situation very much. Clary smirked.

She let her fingers trail down his chest, using her nails to scratch over his nipples. He groaned and writhed a little under her and she felt it like lightning through her bones.

“You’re so sensitive, Jonathan,” she praised, and went over his nipples again, harder this time. It wasn’t gentle in any way, but the way he bucked underneath her made obvious how much he enjoyed this.

“Tell me, brother, do you like pain?” she asked softly. “Do you like when I claw at you? When I draw blood from your back with my nails?”

She let her hand rest at the center of his chest, lightly for now.

Jonathan’s mouth hung open and his eyes were wild. “Yes,” he replied, reverently. “Yes, I do.”

Clary smirked. “Good.”

She dug her nails into his skin harshly, and pulled her hand down his chest. It was like trails of fire going down her torso and she grunted. Jonathan was breathing hard, his cock twitching against her legs and his eyes open wide.

She looked down at herself. From right in between her breasts to right above her belly button, twin marks of nails adorned her, blood pearling over the edges of it; almost a perfect mirror image to Jonathan’s body.

The next wave of arousal from them both threatened to overwhelm her. She would have loved more foreplay, truly, but the need, the formidable ache she felt to be joined to him, wouldn’t let her wait for much longer.

She carefully moved, grabbed his hard and leaking cock, and angled it right against her entrance.

“Clary,” he whispered, worshiping.

Clary smiled and let herself sink on his cock.

They groaned together, feeling the way their bodies fit like pieces of a puzzle. She sunk down until he had bottomed out and waited a second. She was breathing just as hard as he was now, the fire burning through her.

Jonathan reached for her, with both hands, and Clary took them. She intertwined their fingers, leaning down to him. She dragged his arms back. She pinned them to the bed. Seeing him with his mouth open, awe and need written so obviously all over his face that anyone could know what he felt, bare and open and vulnerable to her, was almost enough to make her come on the spot.

She used the grip on his hands as leverage and started to move. She started slow, torturous, long and deliberate motions of her hips, raising herself up until he was almost out of her every time, and sinking back down. She wanted to feel every second of this, wanted to drag all the noises out of his mouth.

It wasn’t just her at his mercy, it was him at hers. She could make him fall apart as hard and as thunderously as he could do the same to her. Fuck.

Clary picked up the pace a little, fucking herself down onto him faster than before.

“You feel so good inside of me,” she groaned. “You fill me so perfectly, I’ve never felt something like that before…” She tightened her grip on his hands.

Jonathan was watching her still. Clary wanted to drown in his eyes. No one had ever looked at her like that before. Or maybe she’d never been able to pay attention to it. Right now, there was nothing else she could see. She was leaning over him, fucking herself onto his cock faster and harder the longer it went, her hair falling down around her face, restricting her vision of him.

She knew he was holding himself back, that she probably would not be able to hold him down like this if he wasn’t letting her, but it was just making this whole thing hotter. The control he let her have on him right now, even if relatively trivial and far from total, made the warm coil of pleasure tighten in her groin.

His pale skin gleamed slightly from sweat. Clary wanted to bite marks into it, red and dark. She wanted to lick at the runes on his chest, the ones that were a little too familiar; like Jace’s or like hers.

His eyes sometimes left hers to settle on her breasts, watching them move with her motions, before looking back up at her probably flushed face. What did she look like to him? For a moment she was curious. If this continued, maybe she should ask him to bring a mirror in.

She’d thought about it before, but had never dared to ask. It was one of those things she was almost ashamed to ask Simon or Jace to do, but she had no problem with possibly telling Jonathan. She was riding his cock and he was her brother. They were past any sort of taboo, right?

She was starting to feel the aching burn in her thighs from the constant motions, her breathing was hard and shallow and the building pleasure in her core wasn’t going to last much longer.

“I’m close, Clary,” Jonathan whispered and Clary nodded.

She leaned down to kiss him, hard and bruising. Her teeth latched onto his bottom lip and she bit him. She could have been much more careful, but she didn’t care. And he certainly enjoyed it. The pain in her own mouth was sharp, the taste of blood sudden.

The blinding orgasm that followed took her entirely by surprise. She cried out his name right as he cried out hers, right in each other’s mouths, and she finally stopped moving. His face as he came was the most sinful thing she’d ever seen. His mouth was open, his lip bloody from her bite; his eyes wide and lost in the pleasure she could feel from both their orgasms.

Clary found herself unable to hold herself up for much longer, her arms and legs shaky with exhaustion. She let herself rest onto him.

“Was it the bite that did it for you?” she panted.

Jonathan nodded. She’d let go of his hands and he was now touching her, caressing her, mapping every inch of her body he’d ached to touch during the ride. He was so tender with her.

She was in no hurry to move, however. He was softening inside of her, but she didn’t really care. Right now, she needed him as close as she could. Jonathan’s arms wrapped around her and she settled more comfortably on top of him. His heart was racing. She was pretty sure hers was too.

“Raziel,” he whispered. “You’re amazing.”

Clary smirked lazily. “I know.”

Jonathan chuckled under her, pressing a kiss on her sweaty forehead. She felt sticky and tired and completely sated. She probably could have fallen asleep like this.

Jonathan was the one who moved them, shifting and rolling to the side so they were laying side by side. Still intertwined, his cock still somewhat inside of her. It wasn’t the most comfortable feeling but for some reason the idea of losing that physical manifestation of how deeply their lives and souls felt intertwined was terrifying.

Her fingers traced the runes on his chest, the marks she’d made with her nails, the lines of his abs. There were so many things she wanted to map out, so many details she needed to remember.

“I don’t think I’ve ever…had so much pleasure with sex,” she admitted.

Jonathan looked thoughtful. “Me neither,” he said after a while. “I…don’t know why. But it feels right.”

Clary bit her lip a little, watching him. Once again, she wondered how he was so calm and so unashamed of this, of them. Even in her happy, post-orgasmic bliss she could feel the nagging of the taboo in the back of her mind.

“What we’re doing…I feel like it’s wrong. Not because I don’t feel good, but because you’re my brother,” Clary admitted.

He looked a little hurt for just a second before she explained why she felt wrong. He swallowed. She could see his Adam's apple bobbing. After a few seconds, he gently pulled out the rest of the way, putting just a little bit of distance between them. Enough to make her pout.

“Siblings are not supposed to have sex, are they?” Jonathan asked after a long silence.

Clary nodded. “They’re not. It’s really taboo, and wrong and…I still have trouble not feeling disgusted by what we do.”

“It’s been less than a day. I wouldn’t expect you to completely stop feeling wrong in so little time,” he pointed out.

Clary reached out to touch him, tracing his collarbone tenderly. “How can you be so okay with this?” she asked quietly. “I don’t understand it.”

Jonathan’s eyes closed a little for a few seconds before he spoke. “I wasn’t raised like you were, Clary. Our dad kept me away from the world enough that I already would have had trouble with social norms if I hadn’t been…given to Lilith.”

Clary swallowed. That made sense.

“I haven’t been around Earth for very long, but I’m starting to catch on to a couple of concepts. Not fast enough to be ashamed of how much physical intimacy I have with you though.”

Clary never wanted him to be ashamed the way she was. It was ugly and gnawed at her from the inside when she could just be carefree. It didn’t have to mean to him what it did to her. It was just sex, he was right. Wasn’t he? She didn’t know. She was lost.

Jonathan leaned in to kiss her forehead again, and then he rolled away from her and off of the bed. “I’ll take a quick shower before we start preparing to go to the Seelie Court.”

[hurtfairchild]

Clary/Jonathan, 3k, Rated E

Tags: Canon Compliant, Explicit Sexual Content, Vaginal Sex,  Drug Use, Drugged Sex, Sibling Incest, Mildly Dubious Consent, Post-Episode: s03e19 Aku Cinta Kamu, Bone Chandelier, Morgencest, Public Sex

@bannedtogetherbingo2020 prompt: Sexy & No Good

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Clary just sent Jace back to the Institute after he betrayed and now she wants to have fun.Somewhere in between, fun turns into wanting to fuck her brother so badly she can't help but give in.

The dust settled behind the portal.

The sour odor of Seelie blood overwhelmed Clary suddenly. The music was still pounding, restless, in the background, someone having forgotten to turn it off.  She closed her eyes for a moment. In her veins, the angel blood alight with power was burning like a drug. She was so annoyingly sober…

She turned back towards her brother, her eyes locking on him. Blood seeped from where the Seelie Queen, that bitch, had bitten him. Clary hissed. No one touched her brother. No one, not even Jace.

Jonathan’s face was distorted with a mix of pain and pride. She could understand why. She’d just gotten rid of Jace. And though she knew she should probably be sad about it, the only thing she could feel right now was relief…and…arousal?

She paced towards Jonathan, smiling at him and reaching for her stele. Gently, she reached up, her fingers tangling into his hair as she pulled his head aside. His hair was soft under her fingers, the blue lights of the club making strands shine like blood. Her stele glided over the iratze on his throat, and he shuddered sensibly.

“Are you alright, big brother?” she whispered. “Did the bitch hurt you?”

She sent a glare at the Seelie Queen who was still standing there looking righteous as ever. How easy it had been to defeat her, she who posed herself as the biggest threat in the entire realm. She who had until this very moment instilled fear into Clary. All she could feel now was anger at how cruel and sadistic the Queen had always been, and a great burning desire for revenge.

Jonathan’s hand rested on her arm then, bringing her attention back to him. His eyes were darker than usual, pupils a little blown. She’d never seen him looking like this before. Hungry.

“I’m okay, sister. Your iratzes are powerful.”

Clary knew they had to go but all she wanted was to stay in this place a little longer and enjoy the moment. She and Jonathan hadn’t really been able to let loose much, and she was craving to dance with him, to be close to him as the beat of the song resounded through their bones.

“I don’t want to leave this club just yet,” Jonathan whispered, a perfect parallel to her thoughts. “I want to have some fun, now that buzzkill Jace isn’t there anymore.”

Clary nodded. “I…” She looked over at the Seelie Queen. Immediately, an idea of a plan to keep the party going blossomed in her mind. “Take care of her, I’ll take care of the doors.”

She walked away from him, and she could feel his eyes on her like trails of fire, down her back, onto her ass, down her legs and back up again. She felt a wet warmth pool in her groin at that feeling and she swallowed. Usually, it was Jace that made her feel like this. When he was training with her, or when they were in bed together. She shook the thoughts away and focused on the great wooden doors of the club.

She slammed them shut, grabbing her stele. Without thinking, she started drawing. A deflect and locking rune mixed themselves in her mind and on the wood, sealing the two panels together. Golden light surrounded the edge of the door as well, until there was no difference between door and wall. Until everyone in the club was trapped there until Clary and Jonathan were done.

Clary swallowed. Her pussy was getting wet. She shifted a little before walking back towards the main room of the club.

Jonathan had strapped the Seelie Queen down on a chair, thick and sturdy-looking chains snaking around her entire body from neck to feet. There was no way she was getting out of there without them cutting her out. Good.

Jonathan stood, leaning against the pillar. People had started dancing again, probably ordered to by him. His gaze on her was heavy. She could feel it like a weight as she walked through the crowd. He was staring, almost unblinking. Though they stayed on her, they didn’t seem fixed to any specific point of her body. His eyes flicked between her face, her chest and her legs, almost without stopping. Clary felt more of the wetness in between her legs.

He wanted her. He’d wanted her since she’d had the knife up to Jace’s throat, and maybe even before that. His eyes had been on her for days at this point, watching, mapping the curves of her body as much as he could without her undressing. She remembered the way he’d watched her change back in Paris. It seemed like forever ago but the awe and hunger were the same.

Her heart started beating a little faster when she neared him. The club was hot and sweaty still, even more so now that people had started to dance again. She felt hot too, her dress tight and a little too warm with its long sleeves. Why had she decided to wear this to a club?

She stopped in front of him, smiling. Jonathan responded with a smirk, and his eyes were still alternating between staring at her cleavage and her face. Clary tried to look at him and see something she wanted too. She was wet but he wasn’t very attractive to her. The way he looked at her was burning her, was making her feel hot and desired and made her want to get closer to him. But he wasn’t hot.

He wasn’t hot the way Jace was, he looked a little too much like her reflection in the mirror, he wasn’t as tall as Jace. His face was strangely angular. His lips were a little too pouty. And they were siblings. Yeah, they didn’t know each other, and was it really that different from her story with Jace? Back after Valentine had told them they were related. But…

She wanted him too. At least she thought she did. Those lips on hers, on her breasts, his hands on her body. She could almost feel it.

Jonathan reached for her, his arm snaking around her waist and bringing her to him. Their bodies collided, the strong lines of his body fitting against hers in a surprisingly seamless way. Where her head usually fit right under Jace’s chin, Jonathan and her were almost eye-level.

She could feel his breath on her upper lip, could see the dark need in his eyes. It made her body ache.

“Let’s dance, Clary,” he whispered.

Clary swallowed, letting herself be pulled into the moving and writhing mass of bodies. It was hot, it was sticky, it made her feel like she was going to implode. His hands on her waist were heavy and warm, and she couldn’t stop thinking about his body against hers.

They stopped where the crowd was a little thicker, where people around them pushed them closer together, and they started dancing. Jonathan kept her close, too close, and she wanted to push him away just to be able to breathe a little deeper, just to avoid for a moment the pull of desire. The closer she was, the more she wanted him.

It was magnetic. His hands moved down from her waist to her hips, pulling her closer to him from there, pushing his hips against hers. She shifted, grinding against him without meaning to. She felt something rub against her crotch, something hard and thick and his gasp made obvious that it was his cock. He was hard. Hard for her.

Heat burned through her veins suddenly. Wetness pooling in her pussy and she knew her panties were getting soaked by her arousal, but she didn’t care. His fingers were holding onto her so hard it almost hurt, and he was still staring, hungry.

Clary rolled her hips against his, grinding in hard, gasping as she felt his hardness against her pubic mound. He growled low in his throat. She was too empty and too sober and she needed something to make her feel high. Her mind was zeroing in on the feeling of his hard cock against her crotch, their clothed hips grinding against each other on beat with the pulsing song around them.

She gasped for air as he rutted against her particularly hard. Suddenly, he flipped them over. His clothed erection slotted in the crack between her asscheeks, as he kept her so close she thought they would fuze together. One of his hands left her hips and reached up. He pulled down her cleavage and grabbed her breast through her bra. Clary moaned. She hadn’t been touched like this in so long.

Jonathan was rough, pulling on her breast and twisting her nipple. She cried out, hips bucking against his. Jonathan growled again at that. He pressed kisses against the back of her neck, sometimes licking at the sweat shining there, drunk on her scent.

Clary rolled her hips almost continually now, Jonathan rutting up against her.

She tilted her head back, groaning as he twisted her nipple again. People were staring. She didn’t care. The chandelier over her head shone briefly silver before it started dripping seelie drugs onto her, like a warm silver rain on her face, her hair, her skin.

She opened her mouth. Drops landed on her tongue, bitter and sweet. Her senses were easily overcome by the taste. Jonathan’s lips were still on her neck and he was alternating kisses and nips, hard teeth against her heated skin. It made her shiver every time. Made her move back against him.

The drug worked fast. The world looked like she was seeing it through a prism; a bit broken and definitely hazy around the edges. His body against hers was hot, firm, demanding. He rutted against her again, his cock hard against her ass. An aching need suddenly overwhelmed her.

Need for him, for his touch, for his voice in her ear, his cock in her pussy, his body over hers. Need for release, for pleasure, for him to please her. She could have chosen anyone in this club, demanded they fuck her, and they probably would have; drugged up and maybe afraid of her. She didn’t want to ask anyone else.

The wetness in between her legs was only for her brother. A small part of her, still sober, screamed at her that it was wrong. Jonathan was her brother, her flesh and blood, wanting him was wrong, fantasizing about how his cock would feel inside of her was wrong. Needing him like this was wrong. She should be needing Jace, if anyone, but she wasn’t and it was wrong and disgusting and-

She licked her lips, catching more of the bittersweet drug. The voice stopped talking.

Clary turned around. Jonathan’s face was alight with desire, his eyes dark, the silvery drops of Seelie drug dripping from his dark red hair like rain. He was beautiful. He was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen.

Clary leaned in suddenly, kissing Jonathan hard. He was almost hesitant at first but soon he was kissing her back, bruising and deep. His hands roamed over her body hungrily, mapping every inch of her. He grabbed her ass, massaging it roughly. Clary moaned against his lips. She reached up, her hands tangling in his hair.

They stumbled back, Clary walking backwards. The crowd parted for them until her back hit a pillar. It was rough, made of skulls and bones that dug into her back painfully but she didn’t care. Jonathan’s hands, Jonathan’s lips, his teeth, his tongue, his cock hard against her crotch…

He’d been hard for what seemed like forever now… They couldn’t keep rubbing on each other like this, or he would come outside of her, and she couldn’t have that. She couldn’t have him come and then get soft and not fill her, not fuck her. She needed him so badly. She couldn’t think about anything but how it would feel to be fucked by him.

“Clary,” he whispered against her lips.

Her name was like music to her ears right now, said in that husky, desire-saturated voice of his. She loved the way he said her name, whether it was cajoling or begging, whether he was happy or mad.

Clary let go of his hair. She reached down under her skirt, pulling down the lace panties she was wearing underneath. She shimmied a little and they fell to the floor. She stepped out of them and grabbed his belt. Jonathan’s mouth was sucking hickeys into her neck as she worked to undo his belt, his pants, and take his cock out. Drugs and desire made her motions uncertain and she struggled for a moment, but soon she could push his clothing down enough for his cock to spring out.

Jonathan groaned loudly, teeth digging into her skin, when she wrapped her hands around his cock. It was long and thick, hard and leaking over her fingers. In the dark and in her haste, she didn’t even think of comparing it to Jace’s or Simon’s.

She leaned back against the pillar, a skull digging into her side. She picked up her left leg, wrapping it over his hips and bringing him closer. She guided his cock to her folds. Jonathan grabbed her hip as soon as he felt the head of his cock find her entrance. He thrusted in.

Clary let out a cry. She was wet and ready and it didn’t hurt, but the thrust was hard and deep. His cock filled her completely. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he shifted. He pulled back slightly and thrusted in again. Clary’s cry of pleasure disappeared in the beat of the music.

“Fuck me,” she groaned against his ear. “Fuck me, Jonathan.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His beautiful face was almost distorted with pleasure and drive as he started to fuck her. The pace was hard and fast, barely leaving time for her to comprehend the motions.

The pillar’s skulls and bones were an uncomfortable background. She knew she would bruise from them. Good. She’d have even more reasons to remember this moment.

“You feel so good, sister. It’s like you were made for me,” he said. Shame and disgust threatened to overwhelm her for a second but his pubis ground into her clit and she just moaned. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” Jonathan continued. “Dreamt of how your pussy would feel. I know I shouldn't have but I couldn't help it. And this... It’s like heaven.”

Clary hadn’t wanted him before. She’d even been disgusted by the idea to the point of nausea. And yet… Right now, she couldn’t imagine anything better than being fucked by Jonathan, her brother, in the middle of a crowded dance floor, high on Seelie drugs.

Her eyes hazily turned to where the Queen was sitting, staring at them with an unreadable expression. Clary smirked. She pulled on Jonathan’s hair a little, tilting his head back so she could kiss him. She closed her eyes, let her mind focus on the way his lips felt against hers. The way his cock felt inside of her, pounding into her tight pussy, driving her against the hard bones of Shadowhunters killed by Seelies.

She came suddenly. “Jonathan!” she screamed, her eyes rolling back at the thundering pleasure. She’d never felt anything like this before. She was on fire, and Jonathan was fucking her through it just as punishing as before.

Clary’s heart beat so loud she could hear it over the music and Jonathan’s grunts and hard breathing. She felt empty, weak, wet with sweat and her own spend. She melted against Jonathan’s body, limp and pliant from her orgasm. He could have done anything to her.

Jonathan’s fingers dug into her skin, nails in deep enough to draw blood. Clary yelped at the sudden rush of pain and the pleasure still coming in waves from her oversensitive pussy. Jonathan slammed in as deep as he could.

He screamed her name as he came inside of her. She felt his semen hot and wet spill inside of her; his cock twitching, his hips thrusting a little to ride the shockwaves of his orgasm. She held onto him.

Clary was dreading the moment he would pull out, and it came too fast, leaving her achingly empty. She wanted more, needed more. Jonathan didn’t seem to want to give her much more right now.

He put her leg down and let go of her. Her knees were weak and she almost toppled over. Her entire body ached.

She watched as he put himself back in his pants and straightened up his clothing. Her skirt was still bunched up slightly, semen trickling down from her pussy. Jonathan’s fingers tucked her sweaty red hair behind her ear.

“Look at you, sweet sister,” he said. “You’re wrecked.”

Clary felt wrecked.

“I would activate your iratze, but I want you to feel me for a while,” Jonathan pointed out. “Let’s go back to the apartment now.”

Without meaning to, she nodded and stood up a little straighter. They unchained the Queen and she broke the rune keeping the doors locked.

Clary’s thighs were sticky with Jonathan’s semen as she walked. It was uncomfortable. Her panties had been forgotten on the floor of the club. What had she done?

Drugs were dissipating and so was the glow of her orgasm and… Clary’s nausea came back. Not at the idea of what Jonathan might want to do, but at the memory of what she’d just done with him, how much she’d wanted it, how hard she’d come. Much harder than with anyone else before.

They arrived at the apartment quickly, and Jonathan immediately moved them to the other side of the world to evade capture.

Clary showered the sweat and semen off. Bruises from the skulls and from his fingers were already blooming on her pale skin. She went to bed, in the giant bed she had felt terribly alone in before Jace’s brief visit.

She tossed and turned, sick to her stomach with the knowledge that her pussy still ached; a deep desire for Jonathan’s cock. If he was to come barging in the bedroom now, she’d let him. She’d let him climb in bed and fuck her again.

Three knocks resounded at the door.

[hurtfairchild]

Clary/Jonathan, 3k, Rated E

Tags: Canon Compliant, Explicit Sexual Content, Vaginal Sex, Doggy Style, Masturbation in Shower, Sibling Incest, Dubious Consent Due to Magic Bond, Post-Episode: s03e19 Aku Cinta Kamu, Morgencest, Good Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern | Sebastian Verlac, Soft Siblings

@bannedtogetherbingo2020 prompt: Explicit Orgasm

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Part 3 of the Blood & Bone Series

Clary wakes up to the aftermath of their night of passion. Getting ready for interrogating the Seelie Queen takes a bit longer than expected as the real effects of the bond truly come to life.A follow-up to Blood & Bone and Blood & Body.

The sun coming through the window and landing right on her face was what woke Clary up the next morning. She probably could have slept through all the alarms in the world with how bone-deep exhausted she was.

She shifted her hips and had to bite down on her lip not to whine. She was so sore it hurt to think of moving. The sheets were pulled up to her chest, and she had no idea yet what her lower body actually looked like. But she could feel it would be a mess.

They hadn’t cleaned up before falling asleep, both completely worn out. Clary sighed. At least, hopefully, she would be sated for a while. For some reason, she could feel that she was threatening to become a little insatiable.

Clary turned around, muffling whines of discomfort. She’d iratze it as soon as possible, because this was so incredibly uncomfortable. She’d never felt this sort of ache before. She’d never had sex the way she’d had that night either.

Jonathan was laying on his side, his back turned to Clary. Clary’s eyes landed on the tracks of nails, red scrapes down his entire back, with dried blood stuck to specific deeper crescent-shaped marks. She’d absolutely mauled him.

From what she remembered of the night, her neck probably looked like she’d been mauled too. He liked hickeys very much. So did she.

Jonathan had relatively few runes on his back compared to Jace.

Clary reached out for him. Her fingers trailed down the runes and the scratches marking the pale skin. They had the same skin tone, she realized as she held her hand to his back. As she traced down his spine, she noticed the bruises.

They were pale and relatively healed and their existence wasn't exactly a surprise. But they were familiar. They were in the exact same spot as the ones she’d gotten from the skulls of the pillar.

The Twinning Rune. Everything that happened to her happened to him, and vice versa. Her eyes stopped on the nail scratches again.

Clary sat up suddenly, throwing the sheets back and rushing to the bathroom. She locked the door behind her, turned on the lights. They flickered for a second, too yellow for her taste. She stood in front of the full-sized mirror, inhaled deeply and looked.

She gasped.

Her hair was messy, her face a little splotchy with sleep, her throat and collarbone covered in blue-ish marks that Jonathan had sucked there throughout the night. Her hips were bruised as well, bruises shaped exactly like his fingers. Her inner legs were covered in dry white-ish semen, especially her left thigh, on which she’d rested during her sleep.

She turned around. The bruises of the skulls were still there but so were the rest. The tracks and marks angry red down her skin, with the little hints of dried blood from where she’d dug in her nails too hard. Clary swallowed.

Somehow, this was worse than seeing herself coming back from a hunt. The marks were everywhere, and she wondered if she would be able to hide them. Would she have to wear the physical proof of what she’d done with Jonathan so openly?

A knock resounded against the door of the bathroom.

“Clary?” It was Jonathan. He sounded worried.

“I’m okay.”

“You’re sure?” Jonathan continued. “Because I feel…very sore. And considering you didn’t fuck me, I’m thinking this is from your side of the bond.”

Right. The soreness. If he had her bruises and she had his scratches, then he had her soreness too. Clary grabbed a towel to wrap herself in, suddenly self-conscious. He’d never seen her completely naked. She’d refused to turn on the lights last night.

She wrapped the towel around herself, made sure it was not going to fall when she started to move and opened the door.

Jonathan hadn’t had the same urge for modesty. He was completely naked.

Clary’s eyes travelled down his chest and to the hickeys on his throat. The bruises on his hips matched hers. She forced herself not to go lower, not to see his cock. She looked back up to his face. His smile was a little cocky.

“Did I hurt you, last night?”

Clary shook her head. “No. It was just a lot for my body.”

Jonathan nodded. “I can feel that.” He shifted uncomfortably. “You should activate your iratze. It’ll make the rest of our pretty marks disappear but I’ll do my best to put some back.”

Clary shuddered. A part of her had hoped he wouldn’t want her again after the hours and many orgasms. But why wouldn’t he? She could feel the need for closeness buzzing through her again, pushing her to get close to him, to touch him, to feel him. There was no way he didn’t feel the same.

She forced herself not to listen to her brain. Instead, she walked past him, towards her stele on the bedside table. Jonathan’s eyes were on her, she could feel it. He was staring at her, maybe at the traces of come down her legs, maybe at the scratches visible above the towel. Maybe just at her, because he seemed to like to stare at her.

Clary took her stele in hand and slid it over her iratze. She closed her eyes as her back tingled, the nail tracks disappearing. When she opened them again, she didn’t have to look to know every mark was gone. The only thing left was the semen.

She turned around again, facing Jonathan. He was standing there quietly, watching her still.

“I’m gonna shower,” she said. She thought for a moment before adding, “Alone.”

Jonathan nodded, stepping out of the way. She shut the door again behind her.

She unwrapped the towel, letting it fall to her feet. This time, the mirror didn’t show her as much evidence of the night she’d spent with Jonathan inside of her as before, and she couldn’t help but sigh in relief. There were no hickeys to explain away to an hypothetical someone.

She stepped under the shower. She’d wondered before why Lilith’s apartment was equipped so perfectly for people without magic. She’d come to the conclusion that Lilith probably had guests over. Or maybe it was Jonathan who had added those. She didn’t really know.

The hot water ran down her back, the spray massaging her shoulders and head. With the water, Jonathan’s come was running off, washing away. She was clean, at least physically.

They would have to change the sheets. They were probably ruined by the fluids from their fucking, and Clary had no desire to fall back asleep into that mess later today.

Would he come to her again tonight, asking for a place in her bed and to fuck her? Would she say yes?

Clary felt a warmth settle in her groin at the very thought of it. She shifted, rubbing her thighs together and turned her attention back to the showerhead and the hot water.

But it was too late. Her body was incredibly fast at getting aroused, as if her libido was amplified. Just the thought of Jonathan’s body against hers again was enough for her to get wet. She tried to think of something else, but every time, her thoughts came back to sex.

Not only with Jonathan, actually. Sex with Jace, sex with Simon, sex with Jonathan, her own hands on herself. What it could have been like to experience vampire speed in bed if Simon had been just a tiny bit less careful and careful. How she should have asked Jace to use his heightened speed rune, just to see. She hadn’t realized how into those things she was.

Jonathan would say yes if she asked him to use his demon speed on her. He would say yes and wouldn’t ask why, wouldn’t judge, wouldn’t do anything but please her the way he had for hours the night before. Her last orgasms had blended one into the other, and she couldn’t remember anything but mind-blowing pleasure and the desire for more: closer, deeper, harder. It was like a beast in her stomach, insatiable and growing bigger every time she came. And she’d been coming a lot lately.

Clary’s hands travelled down her body, teasing her breasts and the sensitive skin right below her hip bones. She teased herself briefly before her fingers found her clit and pressed down; one first hard press that made a shudder of pleasure run down her body.

She slid her fingers lower, in between her folds, parting them. Searching for her entrance and sliding one finger in. She bucked against her own hand. Her left hand rested on the wall for support.

She wasn’t that gentle with herself. Her pussy screamed for hard and fast and she gave herself what she needed. There was no worry to have in between her and herself, nothing to think about except chasing her own pleasure. So she wouldn’t jump her brother’s bones the second she came out of the bathroom.

Clary knew her body. She knew her body enough to know exactly how to bring herself to orgasm as fast as possible. She came, groaning loudly. It was pleasing, yes, but it left her… unsatisfied.

She sighed heavily, letting herself rest her back against the wall of the shower. Usually, her masturbation gave her orgasms almost better than the ones she had with partners. But not this one. Not anymore. Not since she’d come on Jonathan’s cock.

She was barely coming down from her high that her pussy was wet again. It was all because of him.

Clary groaned in frustration, finishing her shower and getting out of the bathroom quickly after, barely dry.

Her frustration made her incredibly mad at Jonathan. He’d probably been masturbating too, that’s why she’d felt so aroused so fast. It was probably him, it had to be.

She shoved the door open and returned to the bedroom, waiting to see him lying there with his dick in his hand.

The bedroom was empty. The bed had been made with brand new sheets, square and perfect, the pillows fluffed up and the room itself tidied. Her sleepwear had been folded neatly and put on a chair next to her side of the bed. No, not her side of the bed, the side she’d ended up on when he’d been there. There were no sides of the bed.

Clary took off her towel and went to the closet. She slid on some underwear before choosing dark jeans, a long-sleeved black top and some high-heeled boots that would have suited Izzy if they’d been a couple of inches taller.

She took some time on her hair and her makeup, and she didn’t really know why. Maybe she was afraid of being bare-faced in front of the inhumanly beautiful Seelie Queen. She needed to look intimidating, not like a teenager.

Her eyes rested on the rune on her chest, the one that always looked red and angry, the one that was her tether to Jonathan. She softly traced it with her finger. She was happy to be by his side, despite everything. Despite how annoyed she was at him for masturbating earlier.

She walked out of the closet and the bedroom and walked towards the kitchen. A delicious odor wafted through the corridors, making Clary raise an eyebrow. Was Jonathan…cooking?

He had his back turned to her when she came into the kitchen. It was old fashioned, not open like the ones in most apartments these days, and with wooden cabinets. He was shirtless. She could see the now unmarked plane of his back, the runes peeking out from his hips and lower back and around his neck. The red of his hair, darker than hers, the same shade as their mother’s. And the heathered grey yoga pants that rested low on his hips.

She swallowed. “Was it really necessary for you to jerk off when I was in the shower?”

Jonathan chuckled, his shoulders moving slightly. “I didn’t. You certainly did.”

Clary found her face getting warm. In the reflection of the microwave, she saw herself blushing furiously.

“I felt… I thought it was from you.”

“I could definitely feel it. You were very aroused and it did turn me on, but I had better things to do. Cleaning up, and making breakfast. We do have to get a move on. The whole interrogating the Queen, you know.”

How could he be so calm? Clary felt a wave of shame at her own inability to control her arousal.

Jonathan turned around, looking at her with a little smile. “You always were a very fiery person, little sister. I’m not surprised that it would apply to all areas.”

How much of the last night had been due to her own arousal? She’d somewhat figured that the onslaught of desire was mostly coming from him but…she was starting to doubt herself. There was no way to tell who started it every time. They were getting so in touch with each other’s feelings…

Clary couldn’t help herself, her eyes travelling down Jonathan’s body. He was leaner than most Shadowhunters she’d seen, though she hadn’t seen that many of them shirtless. They just seemed to be broader, made themselves look broader and bigger through working out. Jonathan probably had the same strength as many Shadowhunters but he wasn’t…large. At least not shoulder wise.

Speaking of large, Clary kept looking down and stopped. She blushed furiously, looking back up at his face. His pants were tight. He seemed to like tight-fitted styles but she hadn’t been expecting to see the outline of his cock like this. She remembered the soreness she’d felt in the morning and though it was mostly due to the sheer time they’d spent fucking, what she’d just seen had definitely helped…

“See something you like?” Jonathan smiled. He looked young and happy and like this was a normal interaction. It still completely baffled Clary that Jonathan wasn’t ashamed in any way.

“What are you making?” Clary asked, diverting the conversation away from his anatomy and how it made her feel to see it like this. They hadn’t really done anything with enough light for her to see details.

“Crêpes,” Jonathan replied. “French pancakes. I wanted to take you to a crêperie when we were in France but our visit was cut short, as you know.”

Clary walked up to him. Paris with Jonathan had been…confusing. She’d hated him so much back then. She didn’t anymore. How could she? Jonathan had always loved her in a way she didn’t think anyone ever had. It was an unconditional sort of love that she was almost too overwhelmed to comprehend.

“I’m sorry I didn’t…understand you back then.”

Jonathan scoffed a little. She was about to ask why when the kettle started whistling and he turned back to the stove, the spatula in hand. Clary watched him. He was handsome like this, in the morning light, making her breakfast.

Why did she keep having these thoughts? Why did she keep thinking of him as handsome, being turned on when she saw his cock or want him in any way?

Jonathan poured the hot water into a small teapot. “Earl grey,” he commented. “Your favorite.”

Clary sighed a little. “Thank you.” He was so sweet .

She came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. He was shorter than Jace, so her mouth was about level with the top of his spine, where it met his neck in a bit of a notch. She kissed it without thinking. She felt a shiver run down his spine.

“My favorite’s gunpowder green,” he whispered. “If you wanted to know.”

Clary tightened her arms around him. “I’m sorry I don’t ask you those things. God, Jonathan…”

Jonathan. Saying his name had a different meaning than it used to have. It brought back the way he’d demanded she say it in bed, his eyes dark and beautiful and needy. It brought back the memory of his body against hers, his breath mingling with hers, his lips on hers. His cock in her.

Clary felt her desire rise again inside of her.

“How easily turned on are you?” Jonathan chuckled.

“I didn’t think this easily, and yet…” Clary chuckled as well.

Jonathan turned off the stove. The knob made a clicking noise as it hit the lowest setting. Slowly, Jonathan turned around. His eyes were bright and blue now. He was smirking.

“I can feel it,” he whispered. The softness in his voice, the little strain in it from desire made her shiver, tingles running down her spine. “I can feel that you’re turned on. And it turns me on too.” He let his hands travel down her arms. Clary’s hands were on his back now that he’d turned around.

“Could you feel me having sex with Jace?” she blurted out.

Jonathan laughed, a bright and short laugh.

"Yes,” he replied. Clary huffed. Of course he could. Why couldn’t he? "But not like I can feel it now. It was distant, blurry…more like a general feeling of satisfaction. Like a shiver down my spine. And the longer we were tied together…the more I felt, the more detailed. When you had sex with him in the apartment before we went to the club, I couldn’t ignore it. "

Clary breathed out. That was a lot to take in.

“I never felt you,” Clary pointed out.

Jonathan laughed again. “I’m not necessarily as sexually-driven as you are, sister. I’m attracted to a lot of people but acting on that attraction is not as uncontrollable to me as it seems to be to you.”

Clary watched him for a moment, his sharp cheekbones and how ethereal he looked right there, with the light pouring through the window directly on his pale skin.

“I’m special then,” Clary hummed. “You seem to want to fuck me a lot.”

Jonathan shrugged. “You’re a very attractive person, Clary. And I love you.”

Clary decided to just ignore that last part entirely. Maybe just having sex was much easier than anything else right now.

“Do you want to fuck me right now?” Clary asked, smirking at him.

Jonathan smirked back. “Yes,” he nodded. “Do you?”

Clary nodded and leaned up, pressing her lips against his, hard. He kissed her back, his hands roaming over her body. She closed her eyes and melted against him, forcing herself to forget it all, forget the shame, and focus only on him; on his body, on the pleasure they shared.

Jonathan’s hands travelled to her ass, pulling her up to carry her to the counter. “Counter okay? I can get you to bed.”

Clary attacked his lips in all response and he put her down on the counter. He started unbuckling her belt and unzipping her pants. He stopped for a moment, leaning back. Clary groaned in annoyance as he stopped kissing her.

He sighed, looking at her. “Your pants are annoying.”

Clary looked down, frowning a little, before she got what he was saying. She would have to completely undress for it to be manageable without ripping clothing and since he probably felt as heated and turned on as she did, he didn’t want to bother.

“You can fuck me from behind,” she shrugged.

Jonathan looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She could feel that he was gonna make a sarcastic comment before he even opened his mouth.

“Wouldn’t want you to think I’m Jace again.”

Clary hit his chest slightly. “I said I was sorry!”

Jonathan grinned and leaned in to kiss her, hard and deep. Clary shifted her hips. She was dripping wet and didn’t want to wait longer to have sex.

He helped her back down the counter and she turned around, leaning against the stone. His deft fingers pulled down her pants and underwear quickly. There was a bit of shuffling behind her before she felt the head of his cock against her folds. She inhaled before he thrusted in.

They both moaned with pleasure. Clary grabbed onto the counter to steady herself.

“Move, Jon,” she groaned. Jonathan chuckled, surprised, but obeyed.

Jon? Really? Clary pushed the thought back to the pile of ‘would need to be thought of later’ and focused on the feeling of him fucking her.

Clary fucked herself back on his cock, keeping perfect pace with him. He felt so good inside of her, their pleasures mingling together perfectly. It was heaven to be close to him in that way, their bodies and their feelings fitting into each other. It was always the best thing she’d ever felt.

His lips were on her neck again, sucking hard on her skin, right against her iratze. The iratze they both had at the exact same spot. Jonathan’s right hand caressed down her arm to her hand and nudged it slightly, before taking hers in his.

Clary gasped. “Jonathan,” she moaned. “God, it’s so good.”

Jonathan moaned against her ear. “I know. We feel so good…we feel so right…sister…” he groaned. “Raziel…” His thrusts got faster and harder. “Clary, I’m so close.”

She was getting closer and closer too. Jonathan’s hand left hers. He went directly to her pussy, starting to rub against her clit in time with his thrusts. Clary cried out.

It took a few thrusts for her to come screaming his name. When she opened her eyes again, slowly coming down from her high, she’d realized he’d come to, right at the same time as she had.

Clary was breathing hard, and so was he. She could feel his chest moving against her back, his hands still keeping her tight against him. She let herself lean against him, rest against him. She was safe with him.

“Fuck,” she whispered. “That was perfect.”

Jonathan kissed the back of her neck tenderly. “It was.” He sighed softly. “You should wear more skirts if we’re going to keep doing this. I much prefer being able to see you come, little sister.”

[siriusshow]

“We are Morgensterns,” he added, a dark ache in his voice. “The bright stars of morning. The children of Lucifer, the most beautiful of all God's angels. We are so much lovelier when we fall.” He paused. “Look at me, Clary. Look at me.”

[hurtfairchild]

Clary/Jonathan, 3k, Rated E

Tags: Canon Compliant, Explicit Sexual Content, Vaginal Sex, Doggy Style, Missionary Position, Sibling Incest, Dubious Consent Due to Magic Bond, Post-Episode: s03e19 Aku Cinta Kamu, Morgencest, Soft Siblings, Strangely Soft and Fluffy???

@bannedtogetherbingo2020 prompt: Sympathetic Villain

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Part 2 of the Blood & Bone Series

Following their heated fuck in the Bone Chandelier club, Clary finds herself letting Jonathan in. She has to deal with what she's doing now, with no excuse of drugs or adrenalin, and that proves a bit more chaotic than expected.

Three knocks resounded at the door.

Clary swallowed. She was still aching for him, but it wasn’t the same anymore. She wasn’t high on her own power, on adrenalin, on Seelie drugs. She was sober and she had no reason to want him. No excuse.

He was waiting for her to let him in, she guessed. How gentlemanly. Now that she thought about it, Jonathan had never been forceful. The first time he’d kissed her, when he was still wearing Sebastian’s skin, he had stopped the second she had pushed him back.

He had saved her life when Lilith had been hit by the Mark of Cain, and yes, he’d kidnapped her, to an extent but… The entire time, he had done his best to keep her safe, he’d bought her anything she wanted.

The rune on her chest didn’t feel any different than her other runes, he wasn’t using it to hurt her the way he could have. And in the club, she’d wanted it as much as he had. Hadn’t she? Clary didn’t actually know.

She stared at the door for a long moment, thinking about not opening it, about pushing him away. The thought made her heart and her pussy ache. She needed him.

Clary stood up, padded across the dark room to the door. She twisted the knob. The door opened.

He was standing there, shirtless, the light of the corridor shining behind him, his face deep in shadows. Clary swallowed again. He looked handsome, like this. More than handsome. Gorgeous. Angel-like.

He stepped in and she stepped back. He closed the door behind him, then reached towards the light switch.

Clary shook her head. “No…”

Jonathan’s hand fell to his side. She walked away from him, turning her back on him to get back into bed. The fact that he was behind her made her skin erupt with goosebumps, as if she was turning her back on a predator, showing vulnerability. His eyes were on her again, slipping down her back to her ass.

She got into bed, pulling the sheets up. She was still clothed, with her tank top and some shorts that she liked sleeping in. He was wearing some sleep pants. In the dark, she couldn’t really see the details of his figure, she just saw his general silhouette, tall and leaner than Jace, skin pale under dark runes.

He got into bed next to her.

Clary’s breath itched. Her body felt warm and needy, her pussy starting to get wet out of nowhere, as if the mere presence of Jonathan by her side, in her bed, was arousing.

“I can’t stop thinking about what we did in the club,” Jonathan whispered.

“Me neither,” Clary replied, though she doubted it was the same things they were thinking about. She’d come on her brother’s cock. They had fucked in the middle of a crowded club, and she’d wanted it. Her brother had been inside of her, the third guy to ever be with her in that way.

It had been the best orgasm of her life. Clary wanted to puke. Nausea rose every time she thought about the fact he was her brother. When she remembered his cock inside of her, as long as she pretended it wasn’t actually him, it was okay.

She’d showered his touch off, yet all she wanted right now was more of him on her.

Jonathan shifted next to her. His hand landed on her stomach. She shivered. He reached up, slowly, to caress her breast.

“Is this okay?”

She nodded. He was almost sweet about it. Jonathan started playing with her right nipple. He was pretty good at it, actually, the feeling of his fingers going straight to her pussy. She’d never imagined he had much experience in terms of sex. Though maybe Clary didn’t know what was good.

Simon had been with only one girl before her, briefly, and though Jace was much more used to sexual activity, Clary didn’t have much to compare him to. Maybe she was just very easily turned on.

Jonathan massaged her nipple a bit harder and she moaned quietly. Maybe she was, indeed.

Jonathan shifted, moving closer. His other hand slipped into her shorts, fingers teasing her clit briefly before dipping into her folds. Clary moaned again.

“You’re wet already,” Jonathan whispered. He was incredibly close. “And I’m half-hard…”

Jonathan kept on playing with her nipples and barely with her clit for a while. Clary’s mind was running wild, trying desperately to make sense of the growing wave of desire rising inside of her. It wasn’t hers, it couldn’t be. Jonathan was barely really touching her, and she was getting as turned on as she was when Jace was full-on eating her out.

Jonathan stopped touching her after a moment. In the dark, she could feel he was staring at her.

“You don’t seem very into this,” he whispered. “You’re barely moving and not even touching me.”

He sounded sad. Something inside Clary suddenly screamed at her to kiss him, touch him, make him feel good the way he was making her feel good. Without really knowing why, she listened to the voice.

Clary turned onto her side, reaching for him and clumsily finding his lips. She kissed him hard, open-mouthed. Jonathan’s hands came back to her, cupping her ass with one and holding her close with the other. She wrapped her leg over his hip.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered against his lips. Jonathan kissed her back deeply.

Against her hips, his cock was getting harder. The layers of clothing were much thinner than the ones they’d been wearing at the club, and it was obvious the effect she had on him. Clary moaned as the hardness slid against her pubic mound. She was growing much wetter suddenly, like a switch had been turned on when she’d started showing affection back.

The burning desire that had taken over in the club was back. Jonathan rolled them over so Clary was laying on her back. He reached down to pull her top off, and helped her wriggle out of her shorts. He quickly got out of his pants as well.

Moonlight from the window suddenly illuminated his skin as he leaned back on his knees a moment, looming over her. His eyes were dark, staring right at her with hunger and lust. His face, uncomfortably familiar to her, was serious. This was Jonathan, this was her brother. The reminder made Clary’s nausea briefly come back.

She shook her head. The ache in her groin was overwhelming. She couldn’t back out now, or she felt like she would die from frustration. She needed his cock in her as soon as possible. But if she saw his face like this… She didn’t know if she would handle it well.

Clary rolled herself onto her stomach before pushing herself onto her hands and knees.

“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Like this.”

Jonathan seemed to hesitate for a moment, his hands coming to rest on her hips lightly. Clary bit her lip. She hoped he wouldn’t ask why she suddenly wanted it doggy style.

His fingers tightened on her and he lined up his cock with her pussy before thrusting in hard, suddenly. Clary’s loud moan resounded in the completely silent room. The Seelie Queen could probably hear her.

Jonathan was groaning slightly behind her, giving her some time to adjust. Clary was breathing hard. His cock was big and filled her perfectly, going deep inside of her. It was everything she needed, everything she wanted. He fit perfectly inside of her, like she was made for his cock.

Clary closed her eyes. “Come on,” she whispered. Get it over with .

Jonathan pulled out and she whined quietly. The sound coming out of her mouth made her flush with shame. “J-”

She’d started saying his name but he impaled her suddenly. Her groan was much louder than her earlier moan had been. He started fucking her then, strong, deep strokes, not the fast and shallow pace he’d had in the club. He was taking his time and she felt every inch of his cock slide in and out.

“You feel so good, my sweet sister,” Jonathan groaned behind her. Clary shuddered at that.

She kept her eyes shut, and tried to remember the last time Jace had fucked her from behind. He had told her it was one of his favorite positions for rougher things, and she’d agreed to try it out. It had been incredibly hot and fun. She tried to tune out Jonathan’s voice and replace it with Jace’s. For a moment, it worked.

It worked so well that Clary came without even thinking, and she screamed out the name of her lover. Jace .

Jonathan stopped fucking her. Clary’s eyes opened wide. Fuck. What had she done?

Jonathan pulled out of her and she whined at the loss. Her orgasmic bliss was ruined by the knowledge she’d fucked up, that she’d said the wrong name, that Jonathan was going to be so mad at her that he probably wouldn’t come close to her again.

Jonathan’s hands were harsh on her, grabbing her and flipping her over roughly.

“What the fuck?” he asked. His face was distorted by pain and rage and Clary started babbling apologies without meaning to.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, Jonathan, I didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry-”

Clary felt like she couldn’t breathe. She looked up at Jonathan, lit by moonlight, his pale skin glowing and his red hair looking almost black. He looked so incredibly hurt. Clary bit her lip, looking up at him. For a second, she was afraid of what he would do to her. He’d never really tried to hurt her, but this… For some reason, this was worse than anything she’d ever done to him.

She reached up to him. Her hand slid over his torso, up the smooth skin to his face. She cupped his cheek, sitting up to look at him, in the dark.

“Please, forgive me.”

“Why did you let me in?” Jonathan snapped. “Why did you ask me to fuck you, if you don’t want it?”

Clary swallowed. “I want you. But you’re my brother.”

Jonathan nodded. “I am.” He looked at her a little more. “You… you could tell me no. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

Clary felt the hurt growing through her, his hurt, his pain. She shifted, moving in closer, until they were both kneeling on the bed in mirroring positions. Her hand was still on his cheek, caressing the slightly stubbly skin there.

“I know,” she whispered. “I… I’m sorry.”

Jonathan wrapped an arm around her and brought her close. She leaned against the touch, despite the growing awkwardness.

“I’ll do anything, I’m so sorry,” Clary added before he could start anything. “Anything you want to do to me, I’ll do.”

Jonathan’s breath hitched. “I want to fuck you, and I want you to look at me the entire time. No Jace, no proxy, nothing, you and me. You feel shame, but… this is just sex. You want me, I want you, the other way around, the bond… the bond needs us to be close.”

Clary swallowed. “No one can know.”

Jonathan looked at her. “We fucked in a crowded club three hours ago.”

Clary felt her face get warm at that. They had. They had done that in front of seelies and mundanes and werewolves and maybe warlocks too, and even though she hoped they wouldn’t say anything to anyone, she knew that was too much to ask.

Jonathan’s hands slipped down to her ass, then lower, and he picked her up slightly, manhandling her until she was back to laying on her back on the bed, looking up at him. There was a tenderness in his face that she didn’t think she’d seen in him before.

“You okay?” he asked. “I won’t do anything if you don’t want it.”

Clary didn’t know how to reply. She felt soft and warm and though it wasn’t the burning desire of earlier, it was something. Something deep, like a low fire. Clary nodded. “I’m okay.”

Jonathan pushed her legs apart, settling in between them. He draped himself over her and his face was level with hers, his eyes staring right into hers. He was growing harder, his desire starting up again as he held himself over her. As if in response, she felt herself grow wet.

He angled himself so the head of his cock was pressing at her entrance and slid in. It was not like the other times. This time he went slow and deliberate. Clary and he moaned in unison.

Instinctively, she wrapped herself around him, bringing him closer. The change of angle made him slide in just a little deeper inside of her. Clary gasped. She wanted him to move, to fuck her, to make the pleasure rise and rise until she forgot who he was, what she was doing, why they were like this.

He didn’t. Jonathan just looked at her. His eyes were so incredibly blue when she saw them up close like this. It was the one way in which he didn’t really look like the rest of their family. His eyes. Unless he was giving into his demon powers, they were clear and blue and Clary lost herself in them.

His chest was pressed against hers, hard and flat. She traced his sides gently. He shuddered against her. There was no escaping him now, not when they were like this, embraced so tightly. Their breaths mingling as they stared at each other. His cock sheathed deep inside of her.

He filled her perfectly, even more so than before. Clary’s pussy clenched around him, desperate for some sort of motion, some sort of friction. Like this, it was overwhelmingly not enough pleasure. It was like being teased ruthlessly but denied the actual thing that would give her pleasure.

“Please,” Clary whimpered.

Jonathan didn’t move. He just stared and waited, his eyes mapping her face.

Clary groaned a little, in frustration. “Please… please move.”

“Say my name,” Jonathan said. He was firm, unwavering.

The tone alone made Clary shiver, her pussy clenching around him again. She couldn’t help herself. No matter how hard she wanted to run away from this. No matter how hard she wanted to keep pretending this wasn’t happening, it was turning her on.

How could he not care about what they were doing? How could he be so… casual about the horror of this act? Clary couldn’t understand why he wasn’t crumbling under the same shame she felt.

He still wasn’t moving. “Say my name, Clary, or I’m never going to touch you again.”

No. He couldn’t do that, he couldn’t stay away from her. Clary’s eyes went wide, her arms tightening around his torso. No. Even trying to imagine not being close to him, not feeling his body against hers, was filling her with dread and sorrow at this very moment. It was wrong, so horribly wrong, so incredibly foreign.

She recognized that feeling, the same one that had fuelled her rage at Jace in the club, when he’d tried to take her away from Jonathan. That terrible fear of being away from her brother. From half of her soul, from the one thing that gave her a place in this world. The one person that kept her from floating away into nothingness, forever alone and orphan… That was what had made her push Jace away. And what had made her pull Jonathan closer.

“Jonathan,” she breathed out, barely a whisper.

Jonathan smiled. “Clary.”

He pulled out of her. She missed the feeling of him immediately and grabbed at him, her nails digging into his skin, her entire being refusing to be away. He thrusted back into her, to the hilt.

“Jonathan!” Clary moaned.

“Yes,” he praised. “Say it.”

The clearness of his eyes was now dark desire. He started moving in earnest, his thrusts still relatively slow but deep, hard, claiming. Clary moaned and gasped, repeating his name over and over.

He picked up the pace. His skin was glistening with sweat, his eyes never leaving hers. Suddenly he moved, leaning down to kiss her, claiming her lips now.

Clary kissed him back. For the moment of that kiss, she closed her eyes, but this time it wasn’t Jace she saw. It was just him. Jonathan. He was the only thing she could think about. The only person she cared about right now.

He was merciless in his thrusting, never letting up. Clary writhed underneath him. Suddenly he shifted, changing the angle involuntarily. Clary came. She screamed his name, her hands leaving tracks of blood down his back.

Jonathan came inside of her right after, shouting her name as well. Clary panted underneath him, feeling his body get slightly heavier on top of her, his bare skin slick with sweat and blood underneath her hands. She rested on the mattress, unmoving and exhausted, the feeling of his cock still inside of her almost distant.

She’d never come this hard before, so hard she thought she was losing her mind.

The sound of a stele reactivating a rune resounded in the relative silence of the room. She shifted. Inside of her, Jonathan’s softening cock started growing hard again.

“Stamina rune?” Clary asked. Her voice was quiet.

“I’m not done fucking you yet,” Jonathan whispered. “If you want to.”

Clary found herself unable to say no.

They kept going for hours. Clary lost count of the number of orgasms from both her and him, lost count of the number of stamina runes they used. Lost count of the time spent in bed with him. If anything other than him had mattered before, it surely didn’t now. All she cared about was him.

They barely changed positions, holding each other close and looking into each other’s eyes as they screamed each other’s names over and over and over again. Clary stopped thinking about anything. When she fell asleep hours later, their bed humid with sweat, hours worth of his come dripping out of her steadily and without stopping, the only thing in her mind was Jonathan.

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Epilogue Posted!

Final Chapter Here

Alec is a hot-shot lawyer, and his newest client is Magnus Bane, accused serial killer. Alec thinks it's just like any other case, until he can't stop wanting Magnus. But did Magnus do it?

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Clary/Others, Clary/Jace, squint and you miss it Clary/Jace/Jonathan and Jace/Jonathan, Rated M, 1483 words

Criminals AU

Jace watched quietly as the blonde girl at the bar knocked back a glass of whiskey that would have made most of the men in the room tumble to the ground. He smirked. None of the big and loud businessmen knew that she could hold her alcohol better than the entire rest of the crowd combined. He saw her zero on their target for the night. --------------- Jonathan and Clary are on the prowl again, to get revenge on someone who has wrong them. Jace helps.

This was inspired by Dom Sherwood's appearance in Penny Dreadful City of Angels, as well as the photos of Luke Baines and Kat McNamara from the 2018 UNICEF Masquerade Ball. This involved murder and sexual content both implied and not. Title from Alice Cooper's I'm Your Gun. This fic is kinda dedicated to @shadowhuntersnonsense because of the... kinda everything? Big thanks to the ever lovely DarayFlair for help betaing this! Read on AO3

Jace watched quietly as the blonde girl at the bar knocked back a glass of whiskey that would have made most of the men in the room tumble to the ground. He smirked. None of the big and loud businessmen knew that she could hold her alcohol better than the entire rest of the crowd combined.

As always, it was almost pathetic to watch them believe her show of drunkenness. To watch their eyes get darker as she giggled and put her hands on their chest to steady herself, all 5 feet 5 of slim pale skin and blonde hair.

He saw her zero on their target for the night, a tall guy who could have been very handsome if he had drank less. His face was flushed and puffy. Nevertheless, this was not about attractiveness.

He thumbed over the bulk of the gun at his hip. The weight was almost comforting now. He couldn’t remember the last day he hadn’t worn it.

The girl stood up. She was wobbly on her legs, so much so that she ended up draping herself over the lap of the man she’d been eyeing. Jace smirked as she giggled loudly. Her hair fell over her bare shoulders as she shook her head, trying to express how sorry she was. Words were escaping her. She was rambling, her whispering voice slurred and too loud.

One day, there would be a man who didn’t fall for her little act. That day would probably be the biggest fight he would ever be in.

The man’s face was now pressed against the girl’s cleavage, the bustier neckline of her dress allowing him more than an eyeful. Her green eyes caught Jace’s from the other side of the room. Her grin went from hesitant and embarrassed to predatory.

Jace couldn’t help but smirk back at her.

Jonathan slid past Jace then, nodding at him. His eyes also shone with barely disguised pleasure as the trap closed around their prey. Jace felt a shudder run down his back. They seemed to be in a spectacular mood. If everything went well, tonight would be very enjoyable.

“Ready?” Jonathan asked as he stopped for a second next to Jace.

His hair was blonde too, they’d decided to both go blonde at the same time. It was slicked down and shiny with product. His suit was perfectly fitted to his slim form. The leather of the harness shone, polished and clean, when the lights of the lounge reflected on it and on the metal buckles.

Jace nodded quietly, a move so small Jonathan wouldn’t have seen it had he not been close enough for Jace to feel his breath on his cheek.

“Good,” Jonathan exhaled, before he pushed the door of the VIP room open and disappeared inside.

Jace forced himself not to watch the other man walk away, keeping himself as still and quiet as necessary. The least attention on him, the easier and cleaner this would be.

It was a bit of a useless rule, considering that the Morgensterns liked him in 1930s style suits with matching fedora hats, but… Who was he to disobey orders from them?

“Come on,” the girl’s voice resounded drunkenly in the smoke-filled lounge. “Let’s go to the VIP salon… I have something to show you, to thank you for helping me out…”

She winked at the man, failing to be discreet. He tried to refuse but she was tugging on his tie already, pulling him to her teasingly.

“I’m sure you can spare a moment…” She pouted before licking her lips suggestively. “I really want to say thank you…”

Jace could basically feel the cogs in the man’s head turning, arousal and alcohol completely dampening his sense of self-preservation. It was pathetic, and incredibly entertaining. The other men at the table mocked him, throwing jabs about his manliness out. How stupid of them. Did they know they were dooming their friend?

Finally, with claps and cheers of his friends, the man stood up. The girl's hand grabbed his, pulling him to her. She seemed to be muttering something, and that Jace couldn’t hear. He knew it was probably salacious, about the size of his dick or something.

Her other hand travelled down to his crotch and Jace hummed under his breath. He was right. He knew that little dance well enough. And he knew the way she liked to seduce men. She usually used the same techniques on him, despite him not needing her to do any of that to turn him on.

She pulled the man in Jace’s direction, towards the door to the VIP room. Jace was standing right next to it, slightly to its left. Her eyes were dark with lust and glee when she walked past him. Jace almost bit his lip. The ‘party’ afterwards would be so much fun.

The man she was dragging by the hand barely spared Jace a glance before the door slammed shut behind them. Jace tilted his head to the side, just a little. The tainted glass insert in the door was enough for him to see shapes and bodies. He was always in for a show with these men.

Black dress faded to blonde hair as the girl got on her knees in front of the man and unbuttoned his pants. Jace couldn’t see details but he knew exactly what she was doing. She started bobbing her head and he finally gave in and bit his lip. Watching her like this felt wrong. But then again, her brother was in the room, watching from a dark corner. The baseline for wrong in their little team was quite high.

She blew him for a while. He was lasting much longer than the usual ones, Jace noted. Eventually, he heard the telltale groan that came with an orgasm.

Jace moved seamlessly. He slid through the door that the girl had left unlocked, shutting it behind him.

The man looked at him with wide eyes. Jace flipped on the switch of the room’s main lamp . Golden light exploded in, casting away the shadows. And in the chair in the now lit room, eyes dark and trained on the red-faced man with his pants still down and his cock still out, was Jonathan Morgenstern.

The man’s eyes opened wider even, fear painted on his features.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered despite himself.

The girl laughed. Without her signature red hair, it was less easy to recognize her at first glance, it seemed, especially when inebriated. 

Now that she stood next to Jonathan, her identity was obvious to the man she’d just blown.

“How was he, sister?” Jonathan asked as Clary Morgenstern sat on his lap, sighing a little and licking the corners of her mouth, where semen had escaped.

“He was tasty enough, but not as good as our Jace,” she pouted. “Not enough to have it weigh in the balance of his fate.”

Jonathan nodded thoughtfully. “You heard my little sister, Walker. You didn’t please her enough.”

Walker was sweating. He was so afraid he wasn’t even thinking about his pants still being down. Pathetic.

Jonathan continued. “You also didn’t please me at all. My merchandise was once again confiscated by the authorities upon entering the docks. I thought you were handling that for us,” he said. His voice was cold.

Jace hoped to never find himself on the other side of that tone.

“I’m sorry, Mr Morgenstern,” Walker trembled. “It won’t happen again.”

Jonathan smirked at him. “No it won’t. We’re replacing you. We’ll make sure your wife knows you were fucking my sister’s mouth before you died. I think she’ll be very happy.”

The man opened his mouth to beg, but Jace was too fast. He grabbed his gun out of his holster, sliding it out from behind his coat and aimed between Walker’s eyes. He was an excellent shot, and at this distance. The bang resounded in Jace’s ears, followed by the crash of a dead body hitting the ground. It was a familiar sound.

Clary hopped from her brother’s lap, going to snuggle against Jace’s chest.

“You did so good, puppy,” she grinned at him. “We’re gonna have so much fun when we’re home.”

Jace put his gun away.

Jonathan nodded as he stood up from his chair and stretched out his arms slightly. “Let’s go,” he ordered. His tone was far less demanding than it had been with Walker. This softer voice was reserved for Clary and Jace. Jonathan’s hand reached up, resting on the back of Jace’s neck. The firm pressure made Jace’s nerves sing.

Oh yes. They were going to have so much fun when they were home. The three of them walked out, more or less intertwined. They didn’t care if someone was watching them.

They probably knew better than to keep the Morgensterns from walking out of their latest crime scene.