#shadowhunters headcanon

[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.

[thiawen]

Shadowhunters Headcanon

So Alec with chest hair was always a bit weird to me. And I get it was actually probably because the actor didn’t want to shave or something. But I always had the headcanon that Shadowhunters keep themselves clean shaven. Purely for practical purposes. A bunch of hair would get in the way of drawing runes. Maybe its different considering it’s, you know, magic and with a stele. But imagine trying to draw with a marker or tattoo with hair in the way. Absolutely not. So I think they keep the hair on their head and that’s it.

[libinih28]

Shadowhunters headcanon:

Balios and Xanthos are actually Achilles's horses and the London Institute just owns them now and they live forever like Church with no explanation.

And I mean the actual Balios and Xanthos were immortal so... Just saying

[lurafita]

Magnus: "Alexander, it's too dangerous to go alone. Take this."

Alec: "You're just holding out your empty hand."

Magnus: "Take it."

[starrieshq]

Kit Herondale is for the ones who were always told that they were never enough.

Ty Blackthorn is for the ones who were always the odd one out, always considered "weird".

Dru Blackthorn is for the ones who grew up blind to their beauty.

Ash Morgenstern is for the ones that were considered a villain because of their birthright.

[loki-nightfire]

Family time

When Maryse decided to have a look on the baby-boy, she found all three of her boys sleeping, the little one finally full and snoozing peacefully, hugged by dads

Meanwhile the cats dialogue:

- look, they got a kitten! soft and sweet and smells of milk - i, for one, smell trouble and double trouble. you'll see, Meow, you'll see.

Illustration following Silent Alec fanfiction series

more art on http://boosty.to/grizzlyhare/

[dayque]

Alec: Okay, the kids' snack is in the refrigerator, their schedules are written here, they can watch TV but don't leave them unattended for too long and for no, but NO, reason do you let them take a nap. If they sleep their sleep cycle will be a disaster later.

Jace: Bro, relax, everything's going to be okay.

*Magnus in the other room*

Magnus: Okay. Let's go over it.

Rafael: Lunch at 1, snack at 3:30 and dinner when you return. Not eating anything Uncle Jace cooks, not leaving the house to hunt demons even if he says it's safe, and we can't play jumping on the furniture or walls either. We can't do dangerous spells that involve...

Max: I know! I know!

Rafael: But I'm saying it!

Magnus: Let him say one part, go ahead Blueberry.

Max: I can't do spells that involve: fire, breaking things even if they are small, summoning animals that do tsss, or psss, or ksss *putting hands in the shape of little claws*, levitating or summoning demons.

Rafael: We also can't listen to Uncle Jace if he has a new idea about a spell we've never done before.

Magnus: Very good! I am so proud of my little sweets, and what do we do if there is an emergency and daddy or Bapa can't come help?

Both: Call Aunty Catarina and Aunty Clary to save Uncle Jace.

[bookishjules]

i was thinking earlier about how izzy and simon kinda match each other's levels of clutter in my mind, and how nice that must be once they move in together, to know that they're both a little messy. but then i was thinking about clary, who is an artist, and how, while i don't think she'd be quite at simon's level, her space would definitely be more cluttered than jace has ever been used to. unfinished projects laying around and clothes on the laundry room floor and a glass left on the coffee table and a painting that shows up on the wall randomly one day that grows little by little.. and it's not like jace is judgmental when it comes to that kind of disorganization, but it's also completely outside his range of things he knows how to deal with. and it takes a while for them to settle into this consensus regarding what an acceptable level of clutter is and how long said clutter can hang around.

and then i started thinking about jace and how like if this were a normal scenario it would make sense that clary would have to give more to keep the place tidy, but jace doesn't keep his place militaristically tidy because he wanted it that way. but rather because that was how he was raised. as a blank slate to be morphed and molded and not to bleed through any of his real personality. but his personality, his heart, did bleed through. he just had this already internalized lack of self that made it impossible for that heart to show on the walls or floors etc. of any space that was his. so for jace. it's much more important that he find peace in the clutter, i think. it's important he finds his own way to leave a mark on his and clary's home, that he learns to stop erasing any evidence of his existence and instead appreciate the tangibility of it. of him and of clary, of both of them weaving their lives together.

[simp-for-kit]

I can't wait for Alexander Gideon Lightwood-Bane to realize that he as the Consul will have to punish a certain blond Herondale for breaking the law, when he himself was the one helping his own blond Herondale to break laws not that while ago

Also I bet that Ty is going to get accused of necromancy and KIT WILL BE LIKE "NO NO, IT WAS ME. YEAAAAH I'M IN LOVE WITH LIVIA GUYS OF COURSE IT WAS ME" and take the guilt cause he just loves Ty too much

[tys-kitty]

Imagine the TWP gang finding out that Kit is the first heir and Ty refuses to speak to Kit because he decided to keep the secret from him. However, when Kit searches for him late at night to talk about it, Ty isn‘t in his room. And that‘s how Kit finds Ty asleep in the library, surrounded by books about Faerie history.

[lord-montgomery]

i feel like i've talked about this before.. but i can't help but think that if simon was able to subconsciously remember enough of his time with the gang to name his band the mortal instruments, wouldn't it be plausible for him to recall other stuff? i feel like there's some distinction between an emotional imprint and like an intellectualized memory.. and that's how the mortal instruments was dug up despite asmodeus' claim over simon's memories. and if we draw emotional imprinting to its natural conclusion.. idk i just. i can see simon post-edom writing lyrics to process everything he went to the previous fall. i think they'd come out of him and he'd be like huh.. where did that come from. and his bandmates would be like fuck dude you got a gf you keepin from us?? because the ones he shows them are so filled with feelings that are so obviously real and intense. feelings that to their knowledge, simon has never felt. and they couldn't attribute them to clary because of course clary never existed for them. and simon shrugs and says he must have been inspired. you live in new york, you pass people and their stories all the fucking time. love and heartbreak and friendship and that panging feeling of where do i belong.. it's everywhere.

i'd like to think that after the shadowhunter academy, when simon's memories have all been returned to him, he goes back to his room at his mom's place to sort through things, and he comes across pages and pages of these lyrics dissecting the emotional roller coaster of the very real events that occurred in fall 2007, the very real love he found, and the very real, if dormant, heartache that came with losing clary and isabelle both.

of course he'd still have a lot to process once the memories start returning, and once they come back in full, but i can imagine there having been this pang inside him that needed that time to recover emotionally from all that he'd endured, that sought out music and poetry, which speak from the soul more than the ego, to do whatever processing it could. and i think it would have prepared simon to be better suited to handle everything once it does come crashing down around him. and i think maybe finding those lyrics in a way feels like bringing together those aspects of his memory, because the brain doesn't always remember how things felt but his notebook certainly does.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Gatorbites-imagines kinktober 2023

I can’t remember my stories from last year, so if any are similar its honestly a mistake, I cant be bothered to go back and check them all.

Like last year I can’t promise ill post consistently every day, but I’ll do my best to do so, or just getting all my prompts filled out.

I used a randomizer to put these together. Feel free to write any of these or use any of my prompts, if you do, please tag me, I’d love to read them.

Alec Lightwood + Praise Kink

Astarion Ancunin + Bloodplay

Michael Myers + Drugged and/or captured

Hal Jordan + Size difference

Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader + Uniform Kink

Clark Kent + Alien Biology

Mickey Milkovich + Wrestling and sparring

Simon “Ghost” Riley + Gun and/or Knifeplay

Roy Harper + Musk and/or Sweat

Miguel O'Hara + Aphrodisiacs

James Bucky Barnes + Choking and breathplay

Roronoa Zoro + Cumplay (snowballing, felching, etc)

Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante + Bondage/Shibari

Conner Kent + Breeding and/or excessive cum

Stu Macher + Edging and/or milking

Jason Todd + Leather or Latex

Homelander/John Gillman + Cock warming

Steve Rogers + Title Kink (daddy, sir, etc)

Din Djarin + Markings (hickeys, bruises, tattoos, etc)

Guy Gardner + Semi-public or Exhibitionism

Ian Gallagher + Waxplay and/or temperature play

Steven Grant, Marc Spector and Jake Lockley + Omegaverse

Dick Grayson + Prostate massage/torture

Tyler Durden and Jack "The Narrator" + Masks and helmets

Aaron Davis + Reunion sex

Sanji Vinsmoke + Dry Humping and/or frottage

Bruce Wayne + cock cages

Mike Schmidt + Desperation

John “Soap” MacTavish + Muscle/Body worship

Tim Drake + Rimming

Boba Fett + Oral Fixation

[carelessflower]

so i just learn about where the practice of kissing the ring came from

the pope represents a direct line back to Jesus, who's the closest to god. as the consul, alec is now the figure with the closest connection to the angels themselves. imagine the high warlock of brooklyn kissing the wedding of the current consul to show his utmost respect

[witchlingcirce]

I really like to think that being with Tessa for so long has made Kit become a big reader

[lurafita]

Alec: "I have enough clothes."

Magnus, furiously combing through the clothes rack in the store: "You are so cute when you are wrong."

[starrieshq]

Emma: Mark keeps initiating arguments with me and I don't know why

Mark: Raccoons aren't real

Emma: HOW THE FUCK ARE RACCOONS NOT REAL