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dicaculus · 2 years ago

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Title: A Pile of Hot Metal and Dirty Dishes

Artist: Crankyfossil

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Magnus Bane/ Alec Lightwood

Wordcount:42,462

Summary: Magnus Bane is the Head Chef at Encanto and doing just fine. Or that’s what he tells Simon the therapist, his boss Raphael, orders him to go to. Magnus is a genius in the kitchen, his food is art, but if he starts a fight with one more disrespectful customer, he’s gone. Simon is useless though, going on about Magnus using work as a means to distance himself from meaningful relationships, and emotional walls that could rival a fortress. What does he know? Magnus is fine. Then everything goes wrong. His best friend, Catarina and her daughter get into an accident. His eight-year-old niece, Madzie, is the only survivor and Magnus finds himself going from cool uncle Magnus to the only parent Madzie has left. To make matters worse, Raphael has replaced him while he’s on leave. Alexander Lightwood is a menace. He’s careless, breezy, and annoyingly good at everything he does. Magnus can’t stand him, but with Madzie refusing to eat his cooking and his hands full, Magnus needs all the help he can get. Along the way, Magnus begins to realize there’s more to life than seared cod and lemon dressing, and maybe, just maybe, it’s a life that he wants Alexander Lightwood in.

This fic was created for the Malec Discord Mini Bang 2023.

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CHAPTER EIGHT

Magnus doesn’t tell Madzie about leaving the restaurant. Madzie loves Encanto, and he knows it would break her heart knowing she’d never be back so he spares her and lies telling her he took time off, but he positive Madzie doesn’t believe him. Instead, he spends the rest of the week seriously looking into starting his own place. For the first time in years Magnus looks into the steps to starting his own restaurant. He meets with an accountant talking about finances and just how much it will cost him and what type of loan would be best for him. He works with a real estate agent looking for the perfect building. But everything is too big or doesn’t fit the laid back bistro he has in mind. Magnus works on his concept, his brand and looks through his piles of recipes to come up with a menu. Creating a menu means recipe testing, so poor Madzie becomes his guinea pig. While she likes some of his creations, her child palate makes things difficult for him. Magnus needs an adult, someone who will try new foods and flavours. He needs Alec.

Despite keeping himself busy with menu planning, Magnus’s thoughts always come back to Alec. Every recipe he wonders what he would think. Would he like it? Would it bring a smile to the beautiful man’s face and would he hear noises of satisfaction as he took a bite? Magnus misses Alec so much he develops a pasta dish with him in mind, an Indonesian twist on one of Alec’s favourite dishes to be exact, Aglio e Olio.

“Spaghetti with garlic and oil,” He’d said “It’s such a simple, yet incredible dish if made correctly”

Monday comes again and Magnus while Magnus doesn’t have to see Simon anymore, now that he’s not working at Encanto, he goes anyway, needing someone to talk to. He lets it all out, telling him about the fight, how much he regretted it and the things he’d said. Magnus talks about leaving Encanto and feeling terrified for future and lost for the first time in a long time.

“I wish there was a cookbook for life, you know? With the recipes telling us exactly what to do,” Magnus sigh. “I know, I know. You’re gonna say, How else can we learn, Magnus?”

“No. Actually, I wasn’t gonna say that”

Magnus sits up on the couch. “Really?”

Simon nods. “What I was gonna say was, you know better than anyone. It’s the recipes you create yourself that are the best.”

Magnus snorts. It’s cheesy, but Simon is right.

When he picks Madzie up from school that afternoon, he decides to break the news about Encanto. To his surprise, she takes it well. He expected crying, tears, hell, even screaming, but instead she nods.

“It’s not the same without Alec”

Magnus nods sadly. “You’re right. It’s not Madzie, I miss him too”

“If you miss him, why don’t you say you’re sorry? Tell him not to go. Make a wish of his come true, like you did with me”

Magnus hums, it’s not a bad idea. “What do think Alec would wish for sweet pea?

“Your cooking, of course!”

So while Madzie does her homework that evening, Magnus cooks for Alec. He cooks him ayam goreng, an Indonesian fried chicken like he promised and his spin on aglio e olio that he knows Alec will either love or hate. Once Madzie is fed a serving of the fried chicken and it gets a thumbs up from her, he wraps up the rest of the food and leaves the apartment.

The drive to Alec’s place is longer than he thought it would be, it takes him forty-five minutes, most of it spent on the highway in slow traffic. No wonder it took him too long to get to his place when they’d made pizzas. But when Magnus does arrive, he snorts at the industrial style of the apartment course Alec would live in something like this. Magnus parks his car and, with food in hand, marches up to the front, lets himself in through the unlocked door. Magnus takes a terrifying elevator ride to the second floor in what Magnus swears is an elevator older than he is and looks for Alec’s apartment. He hears the familiar sound of opera the second he’s out of the elevator. Smiling to himself, Magnus follows the Italian singing until he’s stood outside a door that says 12. He stands in front it and takes a deep breath before kicking the door a few times rather than knocking because of his full hands. Only moments later, Alec slides the metal door open with a shocked expression, not expecting to see Magnus.

“I think you should know there’s something else I never do.” Magnus says before Alec has a chance to speak.

Alec huffs and with a smirk leans against the door frame, “Oh yeah, what’s that?”

“I never invite myself into a man’s home, blindfold him and feed him ayum goreng and pasta dish he inspired because I couldn’t get his stupid face out of my head while begging him not to go to San Francisco.”

“You never do that?”

Magnus shakes his head, his eyes welling up with tears, afraid Alec will close the door. “Never.”

Alec nods. “That’s too bad.” Then he slides, pushes the door with his fist so it opens further and takes a step towards Magnus, taking the dishes from him and walking into his apartment, leaving the door open for Magnus.

Magnus steps into the apartment and gently shuts the door behind him. The apartment is beautiful, with big windows which must let in the most beautiful sunlight, a large comfortable looking couch against some exposed brick.

“Magnus, I–”

“I left Encanto,” Magnus interrupts. “I dropped a raw tomahawk steak on a customer’s plate and left.”

Alec blinks in shock. “You, what?”

“Because I was miserable Alexander, you were right. I hate cooking that food! And after I left, all I could think about was the things I said to you in the freezer. I meant none of them.” Magnus takes another breath and steps towards Alec, who stares at him. “Madzie told me maybe if I granted a wish of yours, you’d forgive me and maybe you’ll stay”

“You’re taking relationship advice from an eight-year-old?”

Magnus groans “It was better than idea I had”

Alec chuckles, then takes a step forward and grabs Magnus’s hand, pulling him close and wrapping an arm around Magnus’s waist. Then he cups Magnus’s jaw with his other hand and Alec strokes Magnus’s cheek with his calloused thumb and kisses him gently before pulling away.

“If that fried chicken tastes as good as it smells, I won’t go to San Fransico”

Magnus hums and kisses Alec again. “I look forward to helping you unpack, Alexander”

—-

Without Magnus and Alec, Encanto closes its doors a few months later. The space goes up for sale only a week later and Magnus buys it immediately from ready to transform the dark walls into a warm, welcoming bistro. It takes nearly a year of work and spending more money than Magnus thought he’d have to, but a little over a year after he bought the place Catarina’s opens.

Long gone are the black walls and the dim lighting. Now there are big windows letting plenty of light in, outdoor seating and warm colours on the wall, making the restaurant feel welcoming to everyone. Magnus hires some of his previous staff, including Clary and, of course, Alec, with Alec and Magnus working together the restaurant is an immediate hit and soon they there’s a line down the block to get a table.

Madzie comes to Catarina’s every day after school, she often sits in a booth that’s she’d dubbed her own and finish her homework before helping in the kitchen much like she’d previously done at Encanto but this time she’s in bed before midnight. And just like Magnus always wanted, he gets to share his heritage, his Indonesian flavours, in a modern way and in a more traditional way.

Working together isn’t always easy for the couple. Sometimes they bickered in the walk in, causing Clary to intervene and split the kitchen in half like they’d done at Encanto the night they first cooked together.

But despite that, neither would want their life any other way, especially Magnus, who felt the weight of a ring in his pants pocket as he waited for the perfect moment to present it to Alec.

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enkelimagnus · 6 years ago

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I Need You To Take Over Tonight

Magnus x Alec / 4981 words / Rated E

D/s Malec fic. Name-calling, throat fuck, ruined orgasm, anal sex, etc.

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'I need you to take over tonight. - MB'

The text was clear. Alec couldn’t help but wonder exactly why Magnus needed some of their special TLC, but he was not against taking over. He never was against taking over control for Magnus, and let Magnus enjoy the pleasure of submitting to him. If Magnus needed him tonight, then he would give him everything he could.

'We’ll have to talk about the exact reasons why. I’ll be taking over when I come home directly. Have dinner ready. Prep yourself, and have your black lace panties on under your clothes. - AL'

Alec swallowed, trying to focus back on the paperwork he needed to sign. Some specific status reports he had to sign off on before they were sent back to Alicante. His mind was definitely focusing more on what he would do with Magnus when he came home.

Magnus seemed to be in need of control more than anything, so, unless he started disobeying, they would stay away from impact play. The first thing he needed to do when he got home was getting a collar on Magnus anyway. And then they could keep it relatively simple. Blowjob, sex, some bondage and a hint of choking. Maybe a ruined orgasm.

Alec shifted, hand moving to adjust himself. He was growing hard now. Of course he was. The scenarios playing out in his head were way too pleasurable not to. The door was closed anyway.

Alec leaned back into his chair, undoing his pants and sliding them down slightly. He took out his cock and spit into his hand, getting some kind of wetness going so he could bring himself to full hardness.

He closed his eyes, summoning the image of Magnus crouching under his desk, knees resting on a small cushion, lips stretched wide around Alec’s cock. Disheveled, staying as still as he physically could. Alec wrapped a hand around his cock and started stroking himself.

In his mind, Magnus started moving slightly, eyes mischievous. He knew he wasn’t supposed to be blowing him, only warming him. He knew he was being a bad boy. He was searching for punishment. A naughty little sub, still dressed in the nice day clothing of the High Warlock, blowing him to get a spanking.

Alec groaned at the idea of Magnus submitting to him in his every day clothing. Or even better. His power suits. The outfits he wore to feel as powerful as possible. And Alec would fuck him with that on. Watch him beg, with that on. Tie him up, with that on. Fuck.

He saw himself, Magnus bent over the desk, underwear and pants off, Alec fucking him with harsh powerful thrusts. Whispering in his ear how he loved how much of a whore the High Warlock of Brooklyn actually was. Magnus could only answer with muffled cries, the lace panties he’d been wearing shoved in his mouth as a makeshift gag.

And still, his Magnus was such a screamer, letting out filthy sounds as Alec fucked him like the beautiful, wonderful whore he was, over the desk of his office.

Alec came over his hand, groaning Magnus’ name. Thank the Angel for the Soundless Runes on the walls of the office.

He wiped himself off, cleaned everything up, and focused back on the paperwork. He had something very very pleasant to go home to, and he wanted to be done as soon as possible. Magnus needed him. And he wanted Magnus.

It took Alec less than a couple of hours to finish everything and leave the Institute. He texted Magnus that he was leaving, and started to walk towards the subway station. He’d gotten used to mundane transport. And it gave Magnus some more time to get ready.

It took him half and hour or so, and he was punching in the code to walk into the building and get to the apartment. He could feel a bit of restless energy starting to curl up in his bones. It happened regularly, when he was anticipating a big scene and taking on his dom role. It all dissipated the second he took control.

Behind the door, in the apartment, Magnus was finishing getting everything ready. He’d been exhausted all day, tired of the amount of decisions he had to take for everyone around him, and he just wanted some time to just lay down and feel.

His favorite plug was nestled in his ass, his ass covered with the black lace panties with a hole for his hole. He’d put his day clothes back on, nice slacks, and shirt, and the vest, with the suspenders hanging down. Dinner was on the stove. Make-up was on. Everything was ready. He swallowed.

The key turned in the lock, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. Alec was home. He could finally get to relaxing under Alec’s expert domination. The door opened and Magnus licked his lips.

"Magnus?" Alec’s voice resounded in the hallway, and Magnus walked towards him.

He didn’t say anything, just let Alec pull him close and kiss him. Alec’s hand settled on his waist and the other on his ass, and he kissed him firmly. Magnus sighed and leaned against him, gently kissing back.

"You look good. Are you ready?"

Magnus nodded. "Yes, Mr Lightwood."

Alec hummed happily. "Angel, it’s so sexy when you call me that, baby. Get to work now." He patted his head.

Magnus sighed, feeling the tension leave him as he got on his knees. He found the buckles of Alec’s thigh holster easily, and unbuckled them. The leather was a little worn and it slid out easily between his fingers. He loved doing that. Being on his knees and taking the holster off. Alec watched him, gaze not faltering until the holster was off, and Magnus stood up again, putting everything on the table in the hallway.

He looked at Alec again, awaiting what would come next. Alec looked back at him fondly. "Such an obedient little sub tonight," he praised, reaching to caress Magnus’ hair gently. "Let’s eat something, and you will tell me why you need me. Go set everything on the table while I go get something from the bedroom."

Magnus nodded and left Alec, going to the kitchen. The table was already set for two, but there was still things to get from the kitchen. He plated the two plates of food, and brought them to the table, in the living room. He was setting them down when Alec came back.

Magnus turned to him with a curious raised eyebrow. He smiled when he saw what was in Alec’s hands. One of his collars.

He had several different ones, for all occasions. There was a tall posture one that they got out when Alec thought he needed some training sessions, a light pink and black one with bows, lace trims and a bell, various leather ones with different sized rings and different levels of decorations, and some metal ones. A couple of the metal ones passed easily as necklaces.

The one Alec carried with him today was a simple black leather one, rather tall, with a large ring in front of it.

He motioned for Magnus to come closer, and to kneel at his feet. Magnus obeyed, looking up at him with anticipation. He tilted his head up, feeling the slightly colder leather get in contact with his neck. He shivered, cock growing harder, when he felt it lock into place, and Alec moved back.

"You always look your best like this. On your knees, with your collar on. Ready to serve me."

He slid a finger in the ring and pulled, making Magnus get up. Before going to the table, he pulled him closer and kissed him again, this time deeper. Magnus kissed him back, opening his mouth for him to deepen the kiss. He closed his eyes and let the feeling of Alec’s strong hands on the small of his back and the back of his head and the feeling of the leather collar resting on his neck, tight enough for him to feel it without being choked guide him.

Alec pulled back, and before Magnus had time to take a step towards the table, he turned him around, and brought him back against him. Magnus groaned when he felt Alec’s semi-hard cock against his ass, grinding back a little.

"Stop it," Alec ordered, and Magnus obeyed.

Alec’s hands travelled down, undoing Magnus’ pants so he could reach in, under the lace, and take a hold of his cock. Magnus gasped at the contact, shifting a little. It felt great. It felt great to have Alec’s hand on him. But dinner was going to get cold.

"Dinner’s…"

"Well you’ll just have to get to it quickly then," Alec whispered against his ear. "Warn me when you’re about to come."

Alec started stroking him hard and fast. Magnus groaned loudly at the pleasure burning through him suddenly, as quick as the pace Alec was giving him. He jerked him off furiously, only with occasional precum drops to soften the burn of his dry hand against his sensitive skin. Magnus bucked his hips. The dryness was almost painful but the handjob was pleasurable, and he closed his eyes.

He leaned back against Alec, hips jerking into Alec’s hand regularly. Alec’s cock was hardening behind him.

"Come on, Magnus, we do not have all day," Alec growled against his ear and Magnus moaned out loudly. He was getting close already. Alec’s arm held him in place while his other hand was still jerking him off, and the regular impatient comments quickly added the push he needed.

"I’m coming now," Magnus warned before he started to come. Right when he felt his balls tightening and his body start to ejaculate, Alec’s hand stopped. Alec’s hand retreated and Magnus had a pitiful scream, his come leaking out in his pants, as Alec zipped him back up.

His body still ached for release, his skin still tender from the dry handjob, and Alec was kissing his temple and moving away. Magnus looked at him.

Alec chuckled at the earnest look in his sub’s eyes. "Eat something. You’ll get a real orgasm later, baby. For now, this was all that I wanted for you." He said firmly, sitting down at the table.

Magnus slid down on the seat in front of him. He felt the plug in his ass as he sat down, the toy pressing deeper inside of him. Soon enough, it would be Alec’s cock. Mr Lightwood’s cock. He definitely could wait until then.

The ruined orgasm flipped a switch in him, making him let go of the last of his tensions, the last of his anticipations. It felt good to sit down now, and start eating the still warm food.

"It’s delicious, Magnus," Alec complimented.

Magnus thanked him, and went back to his food. If he was being honest, right now, he only wanted Alec’s arms around him. He wanted to be wrapped in Alec’s warm embrace, and held, but he knew he wasn’t going to get that yet. He’d still want some contact though.

"Now, Magnus, tell me why you need me tonight," Alec ordered.

Magnus sighed. He reluctantly started talking, knowing he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. This was Alec’s order.

"I’ve had a long day. Too many decisions to make. I want you to take my control away for a minute. Be the one who makes the decisions for me. I just want to be free of all of it for a while."

Alec smiled. "Thank you for sharing, my love. You’re doing amazing." He promised, reaching for Magnus’ hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. "When we’re done eating, I want you to go brush your teeth and take off your clothing. The only thing that you are keeping are your panties, alright, baby?"

"Yes, sir," Magnus whispered.

"Good boy, Magnus," Alec replied, and took a sip of the water.

They ate in relative silence for a while, until Magnus took the last bite of his food. Alec was done shortly afterwards. He nodded at the man in front of him. "You can go now, I will bring the dishes to the kitchen. And you know the rules, no magic. I want it all done by hand, while you think about what it means."

Magnus nodded and walked towards the bathroom. He turned the light on and took his toothbrush, and started brushing his teeth. He was probably going to get to blow Alec. He was making him clean his mouth so bits of food wouldn’t end up on his cock when he was deepthroating him.

He finished brushing his teeth and took off his clothing, carefully folding them down on the chair in the bathroom. Soon, he was only wearing the black holed panties, the butt plug and the leather collar. He looked at himself for a moment. The panties were still wet from his earlier ruined orgasm, and he’d seen a stain on his pants from that too.

Soon, his makeup would be smudged, his lips a bit puffy and his hair messy. Soon, he would truly look like Mr Lightwood’s slut. A shiver ran down his spine at the idea.

He quickly made his way back to the dining table. Alec had positioned the chair in the middle of the empty space, and he was sitting there, waiting for him. He was holding a short black leather leash in his right hand, and some rope in the other.

"Here, slut," he called, and Magnus walked up to him. "Turn around."

Magnus obeyed, turning to face away from Alec. He felt him grab his hands and tie the black rope tightly around his wrists, tugging to make sure they were well tied. He shuddered, as Alec muttered 'perfect' under his breath.

"Knees." Magnus scrambled to his knees facing him, kneeling in between Alec’s legs. The leash was attached to the ring on Magnus’ collar.

Magnus looked up at Alec, waiting for an order, something. Alec was still fully clothed, not even his cock out, the hard-on forming a sizable bulge in his pants. Magnus could see it, almost taste it already. There had always been something incredibly arousing about the size of Alec’s cock bulging in his pants.

Everything about Alec was rather proportional. He was tall. And had big hands. And his cock was just as big as Magnus had imagined when they’d met. Just as big, and just as wonderful, always making Magnus feel so full. He swallowed.

"What do you want from me, Mr Lightwood?" Magnus asked curiously.

Alec pulled on the leash. Magnus jerked forward, until his cheek was coming in contact with the fabric of Alec’s pants. Alec manhandled him into position a little more, and soon Magnus’ face was right next to the bulge his cock was making, just resting on his leg.

"Here," Alec said. "No moving now."

Magnus nodded obediently, and sighed softly. Alec started caressing his hair gently.

"This is where you belong," he whispered. "All the decisions, all the choices, are mine. You are mine." Alec said.

Magnus exhaled loudly. The rest of the worries slipped out of him as he closed his eyes, and rested his head against Alec’s thigh, next to Alec’s cock, in complete submission.

"Repeat now, Magnus," Alec asked.

"This is where I belong. All the decisions, all the choices, are yours. I am yours," Magnus whispered, slipping deeper in. He was starting to feel weightless. Alec’s bulge smelled of his cock. He wanted it in his mouth.

"You’re such a good boy. You are my good little slut. You belong on your knees. You deserve to be fucked by my cock."

"I want your cock, Mr Lightwood," Magnus replied. "Please allow me to submit to your cock."

Alec’s cock twitched in his pants. Magnus’ voice sounded almost high. Alec knew he was getting deeper into submission now. He knew that Magnus was forgetting the worries and the tensions. He could see his relaxed shoulders, his relaxed body, just surrendering to Alec. Angel, it was the most powerful of sights.

"You are Magnus Bane, High Warlock, and you are a slut, begging to submit to my cock." Alec whispered, caressing Magnus’ hair again.

"I am Magnus Bane, High Warlock, and I am a slut begging to submit to Mr Lightwood’s cock," Magnus replied. "Please allow me to submit to your cock, Mr Lightwood."

Alec took a deep breath. Fuck. He’d thought he would have Magnus stay in place like this, just resting next to his bulge for much longer, but the words and the pleas were turning him on too much. And Magnus had been a very good boy. He deserved a reward.

"Suck me now, Magnus," he ordered.

Magnus immediately moved, undoing Alec’s pants to take out his cock. Within 30 seconds, his lips were wrapped around Alec’s hard throbbing cock, and he was starting to suck. Alec groaned, grabbing at his hair.

“Angel, Magnus, your mouth was made to suck my cock,” Alec growled, and Magnus looked up at him.

His eyes were wide, unglamored, staring into his with golden intensity. The pupils that were usually slanted were now wide, threatening to take over most of the iris. Only a thin circle of the gold currently remained.

“Holy shit,” Alec cursed. “You’re loving this, you little whore.”

Magnus’ moan vibrated around Alec’s cock, and Alec couldn’t keep his hips from thrusting into the tight warmth of Magnus’ mouth.Magnus made a small gagging sound, and moved back for a second to settle down and get back to sucking him off.

Once he was back on, Alec grabbed at his head to keep him more in place and started to push in deeper. Making Magnus deepthroat him this way was one of the most pleasurable things Alec could imagine.

Magnus choked a little from time to time, as Alec pushed his length deeper and deeper into him, pushing into his throat. Magnus’ lips were stretched widely around Alec’s cock, eyes watering. Alec almost groaned when he saw the tears starting to smear the makeup.

He bottomed out, and quickly pulled out, letting Magnus take in some air.

“You’re so beautiful like this. You’re doing so good,” Alec praised, looking at him softly.

Magnus sighed a little, happily leaning against the soft touch of Alec’s hand against his cheek. He opened his mouth again, taking him deeper on the first go, and quickly getting back to the point where his nose was pressed up against Alec’s pubes.

He tried not to choke or gag, and mostly succeeded, until Alec grabbed his head again, and started moving. He stayed deep in, only pulling out a little to give small thrusts. Magnus was overwhelmed by the girth and length, his mind zero-ing on the big cock that made him choke and gasp for hair.

His hands struggled against the rope, trying to reach up to push himself away. Alec groaned his name loudly, and let him go again. Magnus stumbled back a little, taking in a ragged big breath.

Alec watched him fondly, reaching to wipe away some of the stray tears. “Come on, baby, you’re doing amazing. Another round, and I’ll probably come, okay? And then we can go to bed and I’ll fuck you good and make you come for me.”

Magnus swallowed and moved back closer, taking a deep breath and opening his mouth. This time, Alec thrusted in all the way almost immediately, and then started his small thrusts. He held Magnus’ head in place again, and Magnus’ eyes rolled up for a moment.

He was so full. He was so full and so happy, and the taste of Alec’s gorgeous cock was filling his mouth, and the smell of him filled his nose. He could barely think about anything but the strong hold on his head and the big cock fucking into his mouth.

He felt drool down his chin, heard the sputtering and choking noises, but he let Alec fuck his mouth. He closed his eyes and let him, feeling him quicken his pace as his orgasm neared, and soon, Alec slammed in, and came down his throat.

Magnus swallowed every drop, face smashed against Alec’s crotch, Alec’s loud groans of pleasure resounding in the room. He was released soon after, coughing. Alec’s cock was wet from his saliva and part of his come, and Magnus quickly went back to lick it all clean.

“You’re such a good boy, Magnus,” Alec praised, caressing his hair. “Angel, you’re the best boy I’ve ever seen. Taking my cock so well, I’m so proud of you.” Alec said, pulling on the leash to bring Magnus up.

Magnus settled on Alec’s lap, a bit dazed from the intensity and violence of the throatfuck he’d just gotten. Alec wiped away from of the small tears, then brushed his thumb over Magnus’ slightly swollen lips.

“I almost wished you hadn’t swallowed so good, I would have loved to see my semen all over your face, Magnus. Caught in your goatee, onto your lashes, making you look so slutty...” he whispered. “But you were such a good boy, swallowing it all like the good cumslut you are…” He kissed the side of Magnus’ face.

Magnus curled up against him, sighing happily. “Thank you, sir.”

“You’re very welcome, baby.”

They stayed like this for a short moment, until Magnus stopped panting. He was still pliant, Alec’s arms holding him upright. Alec watched his sub’s beautiful face, all flushed and bearing the marks of how well he’d served his cock.

His wrists were still tied behind him, and it made Magnus’ muscular chest puff out on display. His gorgeous muscles were a little strained, large biceps occasionally contracting as he shifted in the bounds. The collar was still dark over his flushed golden skin.

Alec stood up eventually, pulling Magnus up as well, carrying him. Magnus’ legs wrapped around Alec’s waist. “Let’s get your ass fucked now, baby.” Alec smiled, and walked towards the bedroom. He put Magnus down on the bed, and took off his own clothing.

He took the leash in hand again, watching him with a smile. The leash was perfect with this. Watching Magnus crawl towards him with his hands in his back, pulled by the leash, was perfect.

Magnus’ cock was hard and leaking in the black panties, and Alec smirked at that. “I’m surprised you didn’t come from the throatfuck, Magnus.” He said, watching him.

“It was an amazing throatfuck, Mr Lightwood, but I wanted to be good for you,” Magnus replied. “I know i’m not allowed to come without your approval.”

Alec cooed, reaching to gently caress his cheek. “What a good boy. You deserve a reward now. I was thinking of putting a cockring on you, but you’ve been so good that I’m just going to fuck you and let you come whenever you are ready.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Alec walked to him, caressing his hair and pulling on it gently. “You’re so beautiful. I’m so lucky to have you as a sub, Magnus, so lucky that you chose to submit to me.” He sat down on the bed next to him, bringing Magnus close. He gently kissed him.

When he pulled back, Magnus’ eyes were glowing with love and adoration and Alec kissed him again.

“Now, show me that ass of yours,” He instructed, and Magnus shifted, getting on his knees and presenting his ass to him.

Alec caressed his asscheeks, pulling the panties down, and taking them off, leaving only the plug. He grabbed at the firm flesh, feeling the muscle clench under his grasp. He smiled. “Angel, your ass is perfect.”

He pushed Magnus to get in front of the headboard. He undid the rope that held his hands back, letting him move his arms a little. He threw the rope to the side, and moved to fix the leash to the headboard.

Alec moved back, hands caressing Magnus’ sides and arms as he did, until he positioned himself on his knees behind Magnus. He gently pulled on the plug. Magnus whined softly as the plug pulled and stretched at his rim when Alec took it out.

He grabbed the lube and his stele. His cock was quick to harden again after he activated his stamina rune and gave himself a quick handjob. He covered himself in lube, before he pressed closer to Magnus’ ass.

“Relax now, baby.” He said softly, before starting to thrust inside of Magnus’ tight, warm hole.

Magnus groaned loudly, keeping himself relaxed as much as possible as Alec pushed his cock inside of him. Almost every time, Magnus felt some kind of surprise at the size of it. It was as if he forgot in between fucks, exactly how well Alec stretched him, how full he felt when he was inside of him.

Alec bottomed out, and he stayed there, waiting for Magnus to adjust. It felt so big, so full, it hurt a little, but the pleasure of feeling him like this, so deep and big inside of him overpowered every single hint of pain he could feel.

Alec pulled out almost entirely, leaving Magnus empty, and for a second, he could have cried. Soon, Alec was thrusting in again. This time, he went in hard and strong, thrusting his entire cock in one hard thrust, making Magnus cry out at the sudden fullness.

“You’re so big,” he muttered, biting his lip. His eyes caught sight of the leash that was, symbolically more than literally, keeping him tied to the bed, and he moaned, cock twitching and leaking out pre-cum.

“Take it all, baby,” Alec groaned. He pulled again, halfway, and thrusted back in immediately after, the first in the series of pounding thrusts that he started.

Magnus was soon getting plowed by Alec’s hard thrusts, groans and moans punched out of his throat as Alec grunted behind him. He wasn’t going to last for long, and he knew it. It was too good, those powerful motions, the friction on his prostate, and the feeling of being fucked, fucked full of Alec’s cock.

He heard the sound of runes being activated, and suddenly the thrusts got harder even, Alec’s grip on his hips got stronger, bruising. He’d activated the strength rune. Magnus shuddered in pleasure.

Alec’s voice dissolved in one filthy grunt, dirty words barely registering to Magnus as he was pounded hard, cock thrusting in and out of him almost brutally. The occasional ‘slut’ and ‘whore’ were called, words that Magnus loved hearing, loved hearing as a reminder of his place.

Mr Lightwood’s whore, taking his big cock so well.

Magnus groaned loudly, and came hard, shouting Alec’s name, sight blanking for a second. His hands buckled and he found himself head into the pillows. The leash tugged his neck back up harshly.

Alec chuckled behind him. “Poor baby, came so hard that he fell.”

Magnus felt him rearrange them, taking the leash back into his hand. Soon after, with Alec’s hard cock still deep inside of him, Magnus was laying on his stomach, his come wet against his skin, with Alec laying on top of him. Alec’s arm snuck around Magnus’ neck, holding him in place as he started thrusting in and out of him again.

Magnus groaned at the stimulation of his oversensitive hole. Alec picked up the pace again, short hard thrusts going deep into Magnus. Magnus just laid pliant under him, still boneless from his orgasm, and waiting for Alec to come inside of him.

He loved the feeling that he was just being used for Alec’s pleasure, and that his orgasm didn’t mean much, as long as Alec came. He knew that it wasn’t actually the case, but laying there now, taking Alec’s cock over and over, spent and trapped under Alec’s tall body, made him feel so used.

Alec eventually came, with one last brutal thrust making Magnus whine. Magnus sighed happily, feeling the big cock twitch inside of him as he released himself. He couldn’t really think of any better situation. He was spent, he was used, he was happy, in Alec’s hands, satisfied, from the amazing orgasm.

Alec pulled out, making Magnus pout from the sudden emptiness of his hole. Alec chuckled. His chuckle sounded a bit tired. “Don’t worry, love.” He whispered, pressing the plug back in. “All plugged now. Full and with nothing leaking.”

Magnus turned around in his arms, looking up at him. He could feel the exhaustion creep up to him now, and Alec’s arms were so warm and strong. He wanted to curl up against him and sleep forever.

“Hey, Magnus, stay with me for a second, okay?” Alec asked, and Magnus hummed, nodding. Alec unclipped the leash from the collar, and smiled at him.

“Yes.”

“How are you feeling?” Alec asked, reaching to cup Magnus’ cheek.

“I’m great. Nothing hurts. Everything’s okay. This was what I needed.” Magnus whispered. His body felt so heavy. He wanted to sleep now.

“Do you want me to take off the collar, or do you want to sleep with it? Either way, the scene is over, and I will not be expecting any servicing tomorrow morning or during the night, if you keep it.”

Magnus hummed. “Take it off,” he whispered. He loved the feeling of the collar, but right now, he just wanted everything off, and to sleep.

Alec smiled, and took off the collar, throwing it to the side of the bed. He pulled the sheets up, arranging them around Magnus. Magnus sighed happily, looking up at his boyfriend, at the love of his life, and smiling. “Can I go to sleep now, Alexander?”

“Of course, my love.”

Magnus fell asleep almost immediately.

#malec #malec fic #malec smut #malec lemon #magnus bane #alec lightwood #top alec lightwood #dom alec lightwood #bottom magnus bane #sub magnus bane #mine #writing #smut #lemon

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lazinesswrites · 3 years ago

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I made a thing!

I’ve re-read Appassionato by chonideno about a million times now, and I still absolutely love it, so I decided it need to be a book I could put on my bookshelf.

I designed and cut the front cover myself, and followed a YouTube tutorial for Double Needle Coptic Stitch Bookbinding by Sea Lemon for the actual binding.

I copied the text from Ao3 and set it up for printing in Publisher, and decided to put the notes Magnus and Alec write for each other in as... notes. Pictures. Visual elements? I’m not sure what to call it, but you can see what I mean on the last picture.

#bookbinding #shadowhunters #malec #Magnus bane #Alec lightwood #fic rec #sea lemon tutorials #I would tag both chonideno and sea lemon if I could #but i don’t think sea lemon has a tumblr #and if chonideno is here I don’t know

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into-the-daniverse · 3 years ago

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Infinite Love | 🍋 | Alec x Matilda

In which, Alec and Matilda attempt to wind down for the evening, but it doesn’t quite go as planned.

A birthday present for my dearest @valhallanrose! (And a present for anyone who wanted to see Alec being a bit more dominant/topping her partner, really.) Thank you for letting me use your beautiful Matilda for this piece and thank you in general for sharing all of your lovely OCs and multitudes of brain worms with me! 🥺💖

CW: Oral sex (for both parties), penetration, overstimulation

Title: Infinite Love by Emile Mosseri 2.7k words

“I thought you said you were coming to bed an hour ago.”

Matilda looked up from her work, sorting piles of scrap fabric that were almost taller than her head as she sat. Alec stood against the doorframe, arms crossed in front of her chest, a pout on her lips. Sheepishly, Matilda set down the fabric in her hands, pushing loose blue curls out of her face.

“I was… but I suppose I got distracted.”

With a dramatic sigh, Alec pushed off the door, walking over to her girlfriend. “Come on.” She held her hands out to Matilda. “Those scraps aren’t going anywhere, and I can help you in the morning when I’m less tired.”

Matilda took Alec’s hands with a smile, planting a quick kiss to her cheek once she was standing. “What would I do without you?”

Alec grinned, kissing Matilda’s cheek back. “Get distracted until the sun comes up, I imagine.”

“That’s not—”

Matilda’s argument died away as Alec picked her up in her arms, hands under her knees and on her back. With a startled laugh, she threw her arms around Alec’s shoulders, gripping tighter as Alec adjusted her hold. Alec started walking them both to the bedroom, kissing Matilda’s cheek each step of the way until Matilda turned her head to kiss her on the lips instead.

Once they reached the bedroom, Alec laid Matilda on the bed, and started moving her lips down her neck, hands undoing the lacing of her dress behind her back. The room was lit by a few flickering lamps, casting soft, warm shadows around them, curtains closed long ago when Alec had first tried to get them to go to bed.

“I thought you were tired,” Matilda said, a teasing lift to her voice. She was starting to undo Alec’s braid with her deft fingers, pulling her waves free to cascade down her back and over her shoulders.

“Hm, did I say that?” Alec spoke into Matilda’s skin, her teeth grazing her collarbone.

Matilda nodded, sighing as the bodice of her dress came loose. “You were too tired to help me sort scrap fabric just a few moments ago.”

“Babe.” Alec pulled back to look at Matilda, frowning. “Are you saying that you would rather me help you sort fabric than continue undressing you?” Her hands kept undoing Matilda’s dress even as she spoke, pulling her skirt down her legs and tossing it to the side.

“Well…” When Alec gasped indignantly, Matilda laughed, pulling Alec’s face to hers to pepper kisses on her cheeks. “I’m just kidding, amore. But you better help me in the morning.”

Alec groaned, but the smile returned to her face, and she kissed Matilda. “You’re so lucky I love you.”

Matilda giggled, letting Alec push her onto her back among the soft sheets. “I love you too.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Alec said, smiling too much to be mistaken for being annoyed, and she sat back on her heels, pulling her shirt over her head. She sighed as the cool air of the room hit her bare chest, and gasped when she felt Matilda’s hands cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingertips. Impatiently, Alec kicked off her skirt and underwear until the only things she was still wearing were her jewelry, bracelets and anklets chiming as she crawled over Matilda. She guided one of Matilda’s hands between her legs and let her feel the warmth and wetness building there.

“Already?” Matilda teased, but the way her breath caught when Alec shifted her hips against her touch betrayed her nonchalance.

“You’re one to talk,” Alec replied, her hand ghosting over Matilda’s own arousal, still covered by her own underwear. Matilda bit her lip, holding Alec’s gaze, a silent plea in her eyes as her hands rested on Alec’s hips.

“Amore…”

Alec smiled, moving forward until she was positioned right above Matilda’s face, and spread her legs apart. “Is this what you want, baby?”

Nodding, Matilda stared up at Alec through her eyelashes, squeezing her thighs gently. “Yes.”

Alec lowered herself just enough that she could almost graze Matilda’s nose with her pussy. “That’s not how you ask though, is it?”

“Alec.” Matilda groaned, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh. When Alec made no sign of moving further, she sighed, her breath tickling Alec. “Please let me eat you out… my spoiled principessa.”

“Hey!” Alec pouted, but before she could complain, Matilda’s mouth was on her, her tongue parting the folds of Alec’s labia. Alec moaned, sinking lower onto her girlfriend’s face so she could feel her nose rub against her clit as her tongue started fucking her.

Alec bucked her hips against Matilda as she ate her out, unable to stop the desperate noises that left her lips. “Ah, baby—” Matilda sucked on her clit and Alec cried out, throwing her head back in pleasure. Matilda’s hands squeezed Alec’s thighs, nails digging into her skin, and she moaned into Alec’s pussy. It didn’t take long for that familiar knot below Alec’s stomach to form, and she rode Matilda’s face as she came, feeling Matilda lick her through her orgasm.

Before she could get too overstimulated, Alec pulled herself off of Matilda, shifting down the bed to take her girlfriend’s face in her hands and kiss her, tasting her own cum on her tongue. When she stopped, the two of them panting against each other’s lips, Alec smiled.

“You’re so good to me, honey.”

Matilda smiled back at her, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. “You make it so easy.”

Alec stuck her tongue out at her, scrunching her nose up. “Like you don’t love it.”

“Oh, I most definitely do.”

Running her hand down Matilda’s chest, Alec gave her breast a gentle squeeze, watching as Matilda’s lips parted with a soft gasp. Alec pressed her leg between Matilda’s, grinding her arousal against her thigh. “Will you let me return the favor?”

“I thought you would never ask.”

Alec kissed her one more time before rolling off of the bed, walking over to the chest of her own personal items that she kept at Matilda��s place. Glancing over her shoulder, she raised an eyebrow as she smirked at Matilda. “I need all of that underwear to be gone by the time I come back, Tilly.”

Matilda laughed through her nose, but didn’t argue, and as Alec bent to search through her chest, something landed on her shoulders. She reached over to grab it, and almost dropped it when she realized it was Matilda’s underwear. Alec looked back at her girlfriend, cheeks burning. Matilda looked very smug, spreading her legs open as she sat on the bed, propped up on her arms. She gave Alec an innocent pout.

“What?”

Alec’s blush deepened, but she tried to play it off, tossing Matilda’s underwear into the pile of their clothes already on the floor. After another moment of searching, she pulled out a dark leather harness, and a blush pink dildo. They had gone shopping for the size together—which was a memory that always made Alec feel warm inside—so she knew it was exactly what Matilda wanted.

Turning back towards the bed, Alec started to step into the harness, slipping the dildo in place, when she heard a stifled snort. Alec grumbled, only feeling herself blush even more as she looked up at Matilda.

“The more you laugh at me, the longer this will take, you know.”

Matilda started, shaking her head. “I’m not laughing at you!” Even as she said it, Alec could see the corners of her mouth twitch up. Alec hummed, and, while holding her girlfriend’s gaze, jumped in the harness, the pink dildo waving around in the air. That was enough to send Matilda over the edge, covering her face as she erupted into giggles.

“See! You are laughing at me.” Alec tried to sound offended, but she truly wasn’t. Not when Matilda looked and sounded so cute when she laughed, snorts accompanying her laughter.

“I’m sorry!” Matilda peeked at Alec through her fingers, shoulders still shaking with mirth. “It’s just—you look a little ridiculous, sweetheart.”

As she tightened the last strap, securing it all firmly in place, Alec pouted, but the lift in her eyebrow slowly pulled it into a smile instead, embarrassment gone. “That’s not a very nice thing to say to your lovely, beautiful girlfriend, who—I feel the need to add—is about to make very passionate love to you.” She climbed back onto the bed, leaning over Matilda to pull her hands away from her face. “You won’t think I look ridiculous when I’m inside you, hm?”

Matilda smiled, reaching up to hold Alec’s face, gently tugging her down to meet her lips. “I suppose we’ll just have to see, won’t we?”

Alec hummed in agreement as she kissed her, eyes fluttering shut. She felt Matilda’s hands tangle in her hair and nipped at her lip to get her to open her mouth and deepen the kiss. After a moment, Alec leaned back, and placed two of her fingers on Matilda’s plush bottom lip.

“Get them nice and wet for me, baby.”

With a soft moan, Matilda parted her mouth and let Alec slide her fingers inside, wrapping her tongue around them. She held Alec’s gaze through her thick eyelashes, both of them breathing heavily and starting to grind against each other as she sucked at Alec’s fingers. When Alec pulled her fingers out, a heavy string of saliva following them, she knew they were ready.

Kissing down Matilda’s body, she followed a path she had mapped dozens of times in her head, leaving bite marks in the form of constellations that the two had studied together during late nights spent outside. She teased one of her fingers against Matilda’s ass, glancing up at her as Matilda whimpered.

Alec bit gently at Matilda’s thigh, wrapping her arm around her leg to hold her in place. “Are you ready?”

Nodding, Matilda whispered, “please, amore.”

When Alec’s finger entered her, Matilda moaned, and her legs squeezed together, threatening to close around Alec’s face, but her strong grip kept them apart. As she moved her finger inside Matilda, she took her girlfriend’s arousal into her mouth, sucking in time with her movements. One of Matilda’s hands came to rest on the back of Alec’s head, holding onto her hair as she bobbed up and down. Alec’s second finger joined the first, stretching Matilda open more in preparation for the dildo, and Matilda’s fingers wove into Alec’s hair, tugging at the dark brown strands.

Alec’s fingers pressed tenderly against a spot inside Matilda that had her seeing stars, and her back arched off the bed as Alec took her to the back of her throat and swallowed around her as she came, crying out Alec’s name.

As Matilda came down from her orgasm, Alec kept moving her fingers inside of her, but shifted to sit up, pulling Matilda by her hips closer to her. She leaned down to press a kiss between Matilda’s breasts, feeling her heartbeat under her lips. When she moved back, she pulled her fingers out as well, smiling at the whine Matilda let out, glancing up at Alec with a pleading look.

“Patience, princess,” Alec said, but lined her dildo up with Matilda’s entrance, pushing inside slowly. Matilda gasped as Alec slid all the way in, pressing their hips together. Alec lifted one of Matilda’s legs up over her shoulder so she could reach even deeper, and Matilda’s fingers dug into the sheets around them.

She tried to grind her hips against Alec, but found she had nowhere to move, and searched Alec’s gaze with glittering blue eyes. “Alec, mm, please—please move.”

Alec smiled, and slowly obliged, rocking her hips forward. One arm held Matilda’s leg up by her shoulder, and the other held onto Matilda’s hip, securing her position on the bed as they began to move together.

“Who’s spoiled now?” Alec murmured, kissing the side of Matilda’s calf.

Matilda managed to roll her eyes in amusement, but not much else as Alec thrust deeply inside of her. “Oh, yes—”

Keeping her pace even, Alec took in the sight of her girlfriend beneath her, chest heaving in the still flickering lamplight. Sweat beaded on her skin like pearls, tears from overstimulation caught on her eyelashes like diamonds. No, like stars, Alec thought. Stars caught in the deep pools of her eyes.

Forcing herself out of her head, Alec spoke in what Venterrean she remembered, holding Matilda’s gaze the whole time.

“You are gorgeous, honey. The most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and the sounds you make when we have sex like this—” She thrust harder just to pull a loud cry from Matilda, who flushed, biting down on her bottom lip, but kept watching Alec. “—are lovelier than any song I could write or sing. I could—I could listen to you for the rest of my life and never get tired of the sound of your voice, or your laughter, just like I could never get tired of the way your skin feels under my fingers.”

She leaned forward enough to press Matilda’s knees up to her chest, her hands searching out Matilda’s on the sheets to link their fingers together, palms over Matilda’s head. Alec’s hair hung over their faces, closing them into their own little world, and she kissed under Matilda’s chin as she felt her start to build up towards another orgasm. The harness and the dildo were rubbing against Alec’s clit in just the right way that she thought she might come again, but she was more focused on Matilda instead.

“I want to keep you all to myself, you know,” Alec murmured against Matilda’s neck. “I want to hold you right here, under me, as long as we can stand it.” She squeezed their hands, lifting up again to stare into Matilda’s eyes and feel herself drown, blue against blue shining in the dim light. “And I want to make you feel good every day.”

“You do, tesoro,” Matilda whispered between panting breaths, reaching up to rest their foreheads together. “You always do.”

Alec smiled softly, capturing Matilda’s lips in a kiss as she thrust into her until she found the angle that made Matilda squirm under her, gasping into her mouth. Alec kept murmuring praises under her breath to Matilda as they both approached another orgasm together, though she eventually fell out of Venterrean, having exhausted what she knew there.

Matilda came first, gripping tightly to Alec’s hands as her shoulders rose off the bed, eyes rolling back with a long cry. Her body shook against Alec as she continued to move, whimpering from overstimulation as the motion of fucking into her brought Alec to her own edge, her head falling to Matilda’s chest.

When Alec recovered from her own orgasm, she slowly pulled out of Matilda, both of them groaning together. Before she crashed next to her girlfriend on the bed, Alec undid the harness around her waist, tossing it to the side. But then she was lying next to Matilda, both of them wrapping their arms and legs around the other, pressing gentle kisses to each other’s faces and chests as they caught their breath.

A few minutes later, Matilda was propped up on one elbow, tracing circles lazily over Alec’s stomach as Alec closed her eyes for a moment.

“I love you, Alec,” she said, with such tenderness that Alec’s eyes opened again, searching her face immediately.

“I love you, too, Tilly,” Alec replied, voice tight, rolling on her side to pull Matilda to her chest, burying her face in her curls to hide the lump of emotions in her throat. Matilda wasn’t fooled, but she just laughed through her nose, kissing Alec’s forehead as she started stroking Alec’s hair.

“You were right; you didn’t look ridiculous while making love to me.”

Alec giggled, holding onto Matilda tight.

“And it was very passionate.” Matilda’s voice took on a faux sternness. “But don’t think that means you’re getting out of helping me tomorrow, though. I want to get it all sorted before my first appointment!”

Alec groaned loudly and pretended to try and struggle out of Matilda’s grip, but before she could really make any kind of attempt, the two of them were laughing too hard to care.

#daniverse fic #malec #Alec al-saleh #matilda bonetti #lemon #spice #girlfriends!!!!!!#this was so much fun to write and Alec is so ridiculously happy that she got to be in charge for once djklsdk

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apocalyptichild · 5 years ago

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hey you all, hoping the shadowhunters fandom ain't dead, i made a magnus and alec video to lemon boy by cavetown and i think it turned out pretty alright, check it out if you wish 🍋✨

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#malec #shadowhunters #magnus #alec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #sh #sh season 1 #sh season 2 #sh season 3 #magnus and alec #video edit #lemon boy #cavetown #Youtube

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tobythewise · 6 years ago

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Morning Delight

(read on ao3)

Magnus wakes slowly, surrounded by warmth. An arm is thrown over his waist, a big hand cradling his swollen belly. Magnus stretches, letting out a pleased groan as he does so. His ass gently collides with Alec’s front and it gives him an idea.

Magnus’ hand slowly goes past his belly to rub at his morning wood. “Mm,” he hums to himself. He scoots back until his ass is flush with Alec’s front and he slowly grinds against his alpha. He shimmies and moves with his usual fluidity despite just waking up. It doesn’t take long before Alec’s body is reacting, slowly hardening against Magnus’ backside.

The hot press of Alec’s erection between his cheeks has Magnus’ ass beginning to slick. He lets out a whine as he moves, wanting something inside of him.

Alec’s arms tighten around his middle, pulling his hips even tighter against him. “Something you want?” he asks, his voice deep and rough from sleep. It makes Magnus’ cock throb.

“Yes,” he breathes, riding his hips back as Alec’s cock slides through his wet crack.

“What do you want, omega mine?”

Alec’s breath washes over the back of Magnus’ neck, making his shudder. “What your dick in my ass.”

Alec snorts at his bluntness but thankfully, he doesn’t tease. His hands come down to Magnus’ hips, pulling him until his right leg is thrown over Alec’s hips. Magnus suddenly feels open and exposed and he absolutely loves it.

“Look at how beautiful you are,” Alec whispers, his right hand running over Magnus’ chest, stopping to tweak each of his sensitive nipples, forcing a whine from Magnus’ throat. “You’re glowing, Magnus. All round with my pup.”

Magnus tilts his head, giving his alpha access to his throat and Alec’s mouth dives in, lavishing the skin with attention. He licks and sucks and nibbles as Magnus writhes in pleasure. His ass is so wet, dripping down onto Alec’s thighs.

Alec’s hand slides lower, cupping his round belly. “Look how well I bred you,” Alec whispers huskily. “Fucked a pup right into you. No one will ever wonder who you belong too.”

“Fuck, Alexander,” Magnus gasps out, his body lighting up with pleasure. Everywhere Alec touches makes him feel like he’s burning up, almost like he’s in heat. It’s so good and so overwhelming. “Please.”

“I know what you need,” Alec says as his hand slides even lower. It goes right past his cock, reaching down for his ass. “Oh,” Alec murmurs in awe. “You’re so wet for me, omega mine.”

“Yes. All for you, Alexander.”

Alec growls lowly and the sound vibrates through Magnus, making him shiver in delight. He lets out a moan as Alec’s finger finally breaches his ass. He fingers Magnus slowly, drawing it out. His dick aches with how badly he needs to come but he can wait. He wants his alpha’s knot.

“Please. Fill me, alpha.”

Alec pulls his fingers free with an audible squelch that only adds to Magnus’ arousal. He takes in a deep breath, scenting the way their scents are mixing in the room. The musky scent of his alpha mixed with his sweet slick is delicious and Magnus bites his bottom lip to keep his whine in.

“Clean me up, Magnus,” Alec whispers, his voice sounding more like a growl than anything else. Magnus opens his lips, sucking on Alec’s fingers. His own taste explodes on his taste buds, making him moan around Alec’s fingers.

Alec carefully shifts them until Alec is flat on his back, pulling Magnus into his lap. Magnus faces Alec’s feet as Alec slowly feeds his cock into Magnus’ ass. He can feel his alpha thumb his cheeks open, watching as his dick stretches his rim.

“Fuck,” Alec hisses. “Such a pretty little ass. Perfectly hot and tight around me. My perfect omega.”

Magnus lets the praise wash over him as he tilts his head towards the ceiling, closing his eyes in pleasure. He slowly moves his hips up and down, riding his alpha’s dick.

“So good,” Magnus breathes. “Fill me so well. Want your knot, alpha. Need it.”

“And you’ll get it,” Alec growls. He plants his feet against the bed before pulling Magnus down so his back is against Alec’s broad chest. Alec’s hands grip the back of his thighs, holding his legs up and open. “You want my knot, omega?”

Magnus nods his head vigorously. “Yes. Want it. Need it. Give it to me, Alexander.”

Alec’s mouth finds the side of his throat, right where his mating bite lays. His teeth tease over the mark and Magnus’ body tenses, his ass clamping down on Alec’s cock before he’s coming. “Oh god! Alexander!”

Alec lets out an approving growl as his knot begins to inflate, tugging on Magnus’ rim. Magnus murmurs, “please, please, please,” as Alec continues to fuck him, prolonging is orgasm and pleasure until finally, his knot pops fully, locking them together.

Alec bites gently against his mating bite, reclaiming him like he usually does when they’re having sex and it feels so good, making him a happy, content omega. As they catch their breath, Alec carefully shifts them until he’s spooning Magnus once more.

Magnus lets out a happy little sigh. “Sleep now,” Alec whispers. “We’ve got some time before we have to get up.”

“Thank you, alpha,” Magnus murmurs. “Love you.”

“Love you too, omega mine.”

#tobywrites #malec #malec fanfic #lemons #omega magnus #mpreg #alpha alec

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immortals-malec · 6 years ago

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Magnus flirted with Alec, knowing what my boy would do. He wants the d real bad. or Alec’s mouth.

#shadowhunters #malec #sh spoilers #lemons #i have gone to losing lemons

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kinkymagnus · 6 years ago

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What are your favorite smutty malec headcanons?

fglkhjflgkhj ok uh this is a little broad but i’m a talky bitch so

basic headcanons, the obvious ones:

magnus is a bottom lol

by that i mean he prefers bottoming and bottoms most of the time, but he has topped before and would again. he just. prefers bottoming lol. and i don’t write top magnus. i don’t deny that it happens sometimes but like, not my thing lol

same with alec being a top who switches sometimes but very rarely

magnus likes being manhandled/thrown around a little

lowkey he loves being dominated, taken care of, fucked ;)

also look magnus loves being tied up but ONLY when he trusts his partner. because it’s the trust that makes it hot. being helpless and vulnerable in the hands of someone he loves and feels safe with. being tied up is not something magnus does with a lot of his partners, but when he does do it with someone he trusts it’s fuckin. transcendent. it’s so fucking good. he can get his soul fucked right out of his body (metaphorically speaking) and it BLOWS HIS MIND

more specific headcanons lol:

magnus likes getting his hair pulled, particularly when he either as a dick up his ass or when he’s suckin dick

magnus likes it both rough and gentle, mostly depending on his mood

like on one hand alec making sweet, gentle love to him, all soft kisses and slow, deep thrusts……..yes

on the other hand, he loves it when alec fucks him rough and hard until he can barely move

and magnus is a screamer ok. magnus is NOISY in bed. he whimpers and moans and screams and everything else. he’s LOUD.

also look alec loves marking up magnus ok. he loves covering magnus in hickeys. loves looking down at him on the bed and seeing hickeys all over his body like, he looks so beautiful and like, he’s alec’s (and i mean that in a “i love you and we belong together and i can’t believe you’re mine way, not a possessive/weird way)

some days magnus has had a very rough day and on days like that like, depending on what kind of bad it was, he’ll either want. alec to take care of him and kiss him and just, lie back and do nothing as alec ravishes him. other days he just needs to take some control, so he rides alec to heaven and back

they both have a power kink ok

magnus has a major praise kink but he wouldn’t admit it. he might even be embarrassed about it. but when alec is fucking him and starts telling him how good he is, how well he’s doing, how he looks so pretty, etc. magnus is like??? hella into it????

also look i’m fully aware that this is just me projecting but magnus lowkey has a humiliation kink. not like, major, or anything genuinely humiliating. just like. light name-calling, maybe a little exhibitionism. wink.

#malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #lemons #nsf w text

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heartlessbom · 7 years ago

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Blue Rose ~MALEC~ - Lilium... (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/J64PdLXmrQ Alexander, más bien llamado Alec es el mayor de sus hermanos y el primogénito de la respetable y acomodada familia Lightwood, así como un ejemplo a seguir, excelente estudiante y hermano mayor responsable... Sin embargo, su corazón estaba roto (por un unilateral amor por su hermano)... Con este hecho en su vida, planea únicamente sobrellevar de algún manera el doloroso desamor... Y justamente cuando se encuentra de regreso a casa, se topa con un extraño bastante peculiar... Aunque... Esté en medio de la reja de su jardín, tratando de tomar algo del mismo... Por otro lado... Magnus Bane el "Gran Brujo de Brooklyn" conocido por su vida nocturna, ser asquerosamente rico y un rompecorazones, toma la pésima decisión de no tomar un auto para acudir a una fiesta cuando una inminente tormenta amenaza con destruir su preciada gabardina de diseñador... Al resguardarse bajo un tejado y dando por arruinada su salida, se topa en medio de un rosal una brillante y enigmática rosa de celeste color... Y siendo el típico "Cuando quiero, y donde quiero..." procede a tratar de sacar tan curioso espécimen del lugar... Pero es atrapado en pleno robo por un ángel de ojos tan azules como la misma flor... Y así, el ladrón terminó siendo robado... -Porque quiero ser quien se adueñe de tu corazón...- -Tú solamente me confundes...- - No importa lo que pase... Aún cuando el cielo se caiga en pedazos... Te prometo que nunca me alejaré de tí...-

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dicaculus · 2 years ago

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Title: A Pile of Hot Metal and Dirty Dishes

Artist: Crankyfossil

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Magnus Bane/ Alec Lightwood

Wordcount:42,462

This fic was created for the Malec Discord Mini Bang 2023.

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CHAPTER SIX

The next morning Magnus isn’t woken up by the blinding morning sun shining into his eyes, the beeping of his alarm clock or even Madzie making noise despite her attempts at being quiet. Instead, it’s gentle kisses from behind Magnus’s right ear, down his neck and to his shoulder that wake him.

“Morning chef,” Alec says into Magnus’ neck, his voice still husky from sleep. He presses himself against Magnus’s back and wraps his arm around Magnus’s waist, making gentle patterns on his stomach with his fingertips that make Magnus shiver into the man’s touch.

“Don’t call me chef when we’re naked” Magnus groans with his face still pressed into his pillows, then he lifts his head looking over his shoulder at Alec “Or with your hand so close to my dick,”

Magnus watches that familiar smirk come over Alec’s face, then before he knows it he’s laying on his back and Alec is on top of him straddling his hips, “Why?” He asks before leaning down to kiss Magnus. “Does it make you hot when I call you chef?” Alec whispers against Magnus’s lips.

Refusing to give Alec the satisfaction of knowing that calling him chef just might do it for him, Magnus pulls Alec back pressing their lips together once again, gently tugging on Alec’s hair like the night before pulling the same gasps from him and quiet moans from him.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” Alec pants pulling away from Magnus

“I never start things I don’t intend to finish Alexander”

Alec presses Magnus into the mattress again, the kisses slowly becoming less and less gentle when the moment is broken by the slamming of a door and a cat’s cries for food, almost like someone had never fed them before.

Alec pulls away with a groan. “Raincheck?”

Magnus nods, “I should probably make Madzie some breakfast”

“Why don’t I make breakfast?” Alec offers, “You can rest a little more and I’ll get you when it’s ready?”

Magnus’s heart skips a beat at the kind offer, while Magnus was an incredible chef and had a large repertoire of recipes. Breakfast was never his thing. For Magnus, breakfast was a bitter cup of black coffee, maybe an apple if he was feeling hungry that morning.

“You cook breakfast?”

Alec rolls his eyes. “I worked at a luxury hotel that served brunch every day. I could probably make eggs benedict with my eyes closed at this point.”

Magnus hums, “I look forward to my eggs benedict then”

Alec groans, regretting giving Magnus that information. But he kisses Magnus quickly one more time before getting dressed, winking at Magnus when he notices the other man watching him dress shamelessly and leaving the bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind himself. Hearing footsteps chairman come speeding around the corner meowing at a volume Alec didn’t know was possible while weaving between his long legs, making him trip. Not wanting to step on the large cat, he picks up the feline holding him to his chest, scratching behind his ears. Once in Magnus’s large kitchen, he opens a couple of cupboards; he finds dishes, mugs, the snack cupboard, but not cat food.

“If I were tins of cat food, where would I be?” Alec mumbles to himself, then looks down at chairman who stares at Alec purring with blown pupils “Where’s your food kitty, help me out here,”

“The cupboards above the fridge”

Alec spins around and smiles when he sees Madzie in her matching sunflower pajama set, dinosaur stuffy tucked under her arm.

“Magnus had to move his food because he learned how to open the cupboard and ate all his treats.”

Alec looks down at the cat in his arms, who he swears looks guilty. “Chairman, did you do that?” He gently taps the cat’s pink nose. “Naughty kitty eating your treats like that. I bet you gave yourself quite the stomachache.”

“He was sick on my bed,” Madzie says with a grimace, but it quickly disappears and replaced with her soft smile. “Could you get a tin of food for me, Alec, so Magnus doesn’t catch me standing on a chair again?”

Alec sniggers to himself. He can see the scene unfolding in his head as Magnus squawks at his niece for dangerously standing on a dining chair, much the same way he’d yelled at the chef, who put their knife in a sink full of soapy water. Alec easily reaches the cupboard above the fridge and hands Madzie a small tin, which claims to be chicken and lobster. Not wanting Madzie to feel like she’s being watched, Alec turns around and opens the fridge, grabbing the various ingredients he knows he’ll need for the eggs benedict.

“Are you making breakfast?” Madzie asks from behind him.

“I am,” Alec confirms as he opens a container labelled, ‘Herbs Fresh’. He finds the basil giving a quick smell, checking its freshness. “You want to help me sous-chef?”

Madzie nods excitedly, a big smile appearing on her face. While Alec continues to rummage through the fridge, Madzie skip to the other side of the kitchen, grabbing the same apron they wore the night Alec came over to make pizza. Alec takes the apron handed to him, easily tying it himself, then he helps Madzie with her own.

“What are we making, chef?”

“Eggs benedict..minus the bacon, because there seems to be none.” He closes the fridge and turns to Madzie, who looks at him with wide, excited eyes. “But a good chef can adapt, so instead of a traditional eggs benedict we’ll do caprese eggs benedict with a basil hollandaise.”

He sets Madzie up to make the marinated tomatoes on a nearby counter while he puts a pot of water on to boil, then begins making the basil hollandaise. Most people, when they think of or learn to make hollandaise sauce they think of all the whisking you have to do and the hot melted butter you have to slowly add to create an emulsion. While working in hotels Alec learned an easier method of simply using a food processor and instead of multiple dishes a single saucepan to melt butter. Once the butter had melted and became foamy with food processor on, he drizzles the butter into the previously blended egg yolks and lemon juice until a creamy sauce forms. After the sauce forms, he adds a bunch of basil and blends again until it’s fully combined and is a beautiful light green colour. Alec generously seasons the sauce with salt and pepper, then takes two spoonfuls, handing one to Madzie to test.

“What do you think? More pepper?”

Madzie nods in agreement about the pepper. Alec sets the container of sauce on the counter then hands her the pepper, letting her season it to her taste while he gets to work on poaching the eggs.

“Madzie, would you toast the English muffins for me?”

“Yes chef!”

Magnus appears in the kitchen wearing a robe open enough at the top. Alec can see the dusting of hair on his chest and it takes everything in him to turn away and not stare at him. Madzie abandons toasting when Magnus enters the room to set the table, then with Magnus leaving Alec to finish breakfast up. He quickly melts a slice of fresh mozzarella under the broiler in the oven on each English muffin until it’s melted and bubbly. Once finished, he tops them with a spoonful of the marinated tomatoes, the poached egg, then he drizzles the basil hollandaise on top.

“Eggs benedict as requested,” He announces, placing plates in front of Magnus and Madzie. “Coffee will only be a moment.”

“This doesn’t look like any eggs benedict I’ve ever had. Where’s the bacon?”

“You didn’t have any,” He says pouring two mugs off coffee then walking them over to the table and sitting down. “So I had to adapt”

“It’s what a great chef does,” Madzie says with a mouthful of food

Alec nods in agreement while Magnus shakes his head, suddenly regretting let the two spend time together.

When Magnus takes his first bite, Alec stares at him, his heart pounding in his chest, waiting for the verdict. Magnus takes is first bite, chewing thoughtfully for an only moment before a smile appears on his face as he chews.

“Alexander, this is incredible…”

Magnus is full of praise. He talks about the flavour of the hollandaise, the perfectly poached egg, the mozzarella of course, the marinated tomatoes which perfectly balance all the flavours, cutting the richness of the dish.

“I made the tomatoes Magnus,” Madzie pipes up, “I did it all by myself!”

“Did you? Well, they’re delicious sweet pea”

“Madzie is an incredible sous-chef, couldn’t have made breakfast without her,” Alec says, leaning over to squeeze the girl’s shoulder. “You could become a chef and start your own restaurant. Call it Madzie’s.”

Madzie shakes her head “No,” she says looking down at her plate and her voice suddenly small “I’d call it Catarina’s after my mom”

Magnus’s heart shatters in his chest at the mention of his friend. Some days it’s like she was still alive and Madzie was only visiting then he’d suddenly remember Catarina’s dead and it hits him all over again how much he misses her, how he wishes he’d visited more and told her he love her more. The table is silent and Magnus wishes he knew what to say in that moment, but his mind is blank and all he can do is clear his throat, feeling awkward. But then he sees Alec reach out and squeeze his niece’s hand in his large ones and give her a warm smile.

“That’s a beautiful idea Madzie, I think she’d love that”

Magnus’s heart unclenches when he sees the way she beams from Alec’s gentle praise and continues with her meal. Magnus mouths a ‘thank you’ to Alec and squeezes the other man’s knee, who smiles back at him with a nod. Much like the night he’d gotten her to eat spaghetti that night at the restaurant. After the small hiccup, the rest of the meal goes smoothly, filled with light chatter and giggles from Madzie, when the two men bicker.

“I hate your coffee machine, Magnus. It’s so complicated”

“Complicated? All you have to do is push the brew button. I’ve preset it, Alexander”

“Well, how am I supposed to know that when there’s a hundred buttons? Do you know how long it took me to find the on and brew button?

“Let me guess, your coffee maker only has an on switch?”

“Her name is Cora the coffeemaker, and she does a great job! I’ll have you know she also has a warm button. If you’re going to insult her, do it correctly.”

Eventually Alec looks up at the clock on the wall and with a sigh he knows he needs to get going. Staying the night with Magnus hadn’t been part of the plan. Hell, kissing Magnus hadn’t been part of his plan, but between the blindfold and the way Magnus had pursed his lips, waiting for another spoonful, Alec couldn’t resist. So he had to head home to shower, change, and prepare for another service without Magnus. Alec says his goodbyes, giving Madzie a tight squeeze and a gentle kiss on top of her head. When he reaches Magnus, he leans over, intending to give him a goodbye kiss, but he’s stopped with a gasp from Magnus and a finger pressed against his lips.

“Not in front of Madzie.”

Alec rolls his eyes with a playful sigh. He turns his so he can see Madzie, but otherwise doesn’t move away from Magnus. “Madzie, I’m now going to kiss your uncle.”

Madzie covers her eyes with a groan. “This is so embarrassing!”

Alec gets his goodbye kiss from Magnus. In fact, he gets a couple.

“Why don’t I walk you out Alexander? Madzie, can you put the dishes in the dishwasher?”

In typical Magnus fashion, he doesn’t wait for an answer, and leaves the table with a hand on the small of Alec’s back, leading him out of the apartment and down to where he knows Alec’s car is parked.

“How are we gonna work together now?” Magnus asks, “Will it be weird? Us..together and working together?”

Alec shrugs “We’ll do what we always did Magnus.You tell me what to do and I’ll go behind your back and do whatever I want.”

This time Magnus grabs lapels of Alec’s coat and pulls him in for another kiss before Alec heads out. For once, Magnus wasn’t scared about being absent from the restaurant. He’d proved himself many times over, and Magnus trusted him. For once, he was positive the kitchen would still be standing when he came back.

With Alec left in charge of his kitchen, Magnus tries to enjoy some time off. Normally he’d be on edge, and twitchy while worrying about every little thing that could go wrong and ruin not only his, but the restaurant’s reputation. But he trusted Alec, and he knew how to put out small fires, make all the dishes, except for the saffron sauce Magnuswas known for, that recipe he kept to himself. More importantly, the staff loved him and wouldn’t walk all over him.

So he spends the week waking up early not to go to the pier but to make breakfast for himself and Madzie, along with her school lunch. He gets her to school on time, even early, so she can see her friends and Magnus stays as long as he can, watching her play with a big smile on her face and giggling with other kids. Alec, of course, somehow knowing Magnus better than he knows himself, continues to keep Magnus in the loop regardless of his absence. He texts Magnus pictures of the menus for the week and even going as far as sending a video of himself as he slowly braises down the beef cheeks in a red wine sauce, making Magnus’s mouth drool. Monday is probably the hardest day for Magnus. At first, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He doesn’t pick Madzie until 3:30, and Magnus doesn’t see Simon until 2, which meant he had hours to himself.

“I just don’t know what to do with myself,” Magnus explains to Simon in their session, “What am I supposed to do? I took time off for Madzie, but what am I supposed to do when she’s in school?” Magnus shakes his head, laying back on the couch. “I shouldn’t have taken this time off. What was I thinking?”

“You were thinking of your niece, who has recently gone through one of the most traumatic things a child can experience.”

Magnus sighs, knowing the man is right, besides if anyone could understand what losing a parent young felt like, there was no one better than himself.

“Besides,” Simon continues, “I think this will be good for you, personal challenge, so to speak”

Magnus groans, “I hate being challenged”

Simon ignores him and scribbles on his notepad. “I want you to do things this week you used to enjoy, but haven’t had time to do with your schedule. Read, walk in the park, knitting, yoga, video games…whatever it is you enjoy. He closes his notepad and looks Magnus directly in the face. “Find joy this week, Magnus, and we’ll talk about it next week.”

“Find joy? What the hell does that even mean!?” Magnus exclaims to Alec when he shows up much later that night with a smile making his knees weak, a bottle of wine and container filled with a serving of the braised beef cheeks and sides from tonight.

“He just wants you to do things that make you happy, Magnus. It’s not a trick question. Hobbies, projects you haven’t had time for anything that isn’t work related.”

Something not work related, right? He could do this.

Tuesday after sending Madzie off to school, Magnus stands with his hands on his hips in the middle of his living room. He approaches his bookshelf that covers an entire wall and browses the spines he realizes he hasn’t actually looked at in quite a while. When his fingertips come back dusty, he decides he better give the shelf and probably the book spines a dusting. So Magnus lightly dusts the shelf with a cloth, lifting every book wiping the dust from every space. When he’s on the bottom shelf and pulls out a large book, a stack of papers comes out with it falling around the room. As he picks up the recipes, he realizes they’re recipes, but not just any recipes, recipes of his own that he created. Traditional Indonesian recipes, Indonesian food done in a more modern way, fusion recipes, all recipes for a restaurant he wanted to open, showcasing the Indonesian flavours he’d grown up with and loved and wanted to share with others. After he’s finished working for Ragnor Fell, the original plan had been for Magnus to open his own place but building leases were expensive as was his rent. So his dream restaurant was put on hold and he took a job in another kitchen. Eventually being Raphael asked him to be his head chef, which he accepted. Raphael’s restaurant was the new chic place in town and with it being so new came hard work, pushing Magnus’s restaurant further and further to the back of his mind until it was completely forgotten. Instead of putting the papers back on the shelf, he sets them on the coffee table and goes back to cleaning. But Simon would be proud of him. He’s found his project even though it may not be totally non work related.

So for the rest of his week off, other than taking and picking Madzie up from school, and helping her with her homework, Magnus studies. He goes through some of the many cookbooks he own including a few that were his mother’s, all written in her neat and familiar penmanship. He makes list after list of his favourite dishes from his childhood and typical American dishes he enjoys trying to figure out ways of fuzing the two together. He’d done it with the spring rolls, so why couldn’t there be an Indonesian taco? Magnus watches cooking shows, and browses through the many Asian markets the city provides, hoping to come up with some kind of inspiration.

“I think this great Magnus,” Alec says with a smile as he reads the over the notes and recipes Magnus showed him when he shows up Saturday after service. “These dishes they sound incredible and they’re truly unique. I really see you in these recipes”

Magnus swallows, trying to hold back tears that suddenly come up. He’d always heard from chefs about how personal their food was to them and until now, Magnus didn’t really understand it. But these recipes, they were him on a piece of paper, eventually on a plate. His life, his upbringing, his experiences, and it made him feel incredibly vulnerable.

Alec gently places the papers back on the table in a neat pile and leans over, kissing Magnus gently.

“Thank you for sharing this with me, Magnus. You have to make the fried chicken for me one day, who knew so many countries enjoy their chicken fried!” Alec says referring to an ayam goreng recipe.

Alec stays over that night under the guise of going to the pier and markets to help prepare for the new menu in the coming week, despite Magnus having done it on his own multiple times. So early the next morning, hand in hand joined by Madzie, of course, who holds Alec’s other hand, they go to the pier. The only people there of morning are other restaurant owners. Magnus nods in greeting as he recognizes other chefs from nearby restaurants and waving at merchants who try to get Magnus’s attention, but he promises them he’ll be back. The first stop is at his favourite fish monger who greets him and Madzie and shakes Alec’s hand when he’s introduced.

“What’s fresh?”

“Caught the prawns this morning myself and the scallops are quite plumps” he says, gesturing to each thing.”

“Do you have any tuna?” Alec asks

Without a word, the man turns around and only a moment later; he comes slapping the fish down in front of the chefs. Alec leans over and gently runs a finger over the fish and inspects it before looking at Magnus with a shrug.

“What do you think? We could do a tuna tartare with chopped shallots, chives and avocado with micro greens, and some kind of spicy sauce .”

“Tuna tartare?”

Alec shrugs again. “Yeah, it’s been a while since you’ve had a tartare on the menu. I know normally it’s steak or lamb, but I thought we could try something different.”

Collaborating like this on the menu was already very different for them. Normally, Magnus preferred to do it on his own, not letting anyone near it until he was sure of the dishes. But Alec was right, as annoyed as it make Magnus different could be good sometimes and the tuna was beautiful. So Magnus agrees.

“Okay, but if people hate it, it’s your head”

The pair discuss more seafood dishes putting their final order in and the man promises to get it there on at eleven. After the fish it stops at various butchers ordering cuts of meat, ribeyes, filet mignon, racks of lamb, whole chickens, pork belly all for the week. Then it’s the produce vendors ordering the usual onions, garlic, potatoes, various greens and anything extra the two chefs think they’ll need. When Madzie complains about her stomach, they stop by a small cafe in the market that Magnus knows makes incredible food. It’s a small family run cafe, so small Magnus had walked past the place multiple times before he ever realized it was there. Whenever he popped in, he’d order croissants. They were always so buttery, flakey with perfect layers inside and delicious. Once Madzie is satisfied and they’ve wiped her face, removing the remnant of sticky maple syrup, the three spend the rest of the morning wondering from store to store in the market.

“I wanna show you something.” Magnus says spotting an asian market across the street, “Quick! Let’s go.” He says pulling Alec and Madzie across the street.

Magnus walks up to the brick building, on the outside people shopping,picking food out from the displays. The three walk in the door when a man walks towards them with a name tag saying ‘owner’ asking if they need any help.

“Yes, do you sell kaffir lime leaves?

“Over there.” The store owner says in an accented English as he gestures in the general direction of produce. “You touch, you buy!”

“Of course, thank you”

“Kaffir limes leaves? What do you need those for?” Alec asks, letting Magnus pull him towards the produce.

“You’ll see!” Is all Magnus says. Once in the produce, Magnus quickly scans the displays until he stops pointing to a cardboard box amongst other green herbs. “Here they are.” He pulls two leaves from the box, handing the first one to Madzie, who immediately presses it against her nose to smell.

“Smells good.”

“You like it, sweet pea?” Magnus takes the other leaf and hands it to Alec. “And one for you.”

Alec sniffs the leaf. Immediately, he squints his eyes and looks back to Magnus. “I know this smell. How do I know this smell?” He smells the leaf again, this time closing his eyes as he inhales then pauses for a moment to think before his eyes shoot back open. “Is this your saffron sauce?”

Magnus nods with a smile, “The secret ingredient”

Alec leans down and gently kisses Magnus. “Apparently, we have no secrets anymore.”

“Hey! You touch..”

Magnus rolls his eyes and looks back at the man. “I know. I buy.”

The man points at Magnus,” Two dollars!”

Sunday turns into Monday too fast for Magnus’s liking. Alec stays for dinner and plays video games with Madzie filling the apartment with her high-pitched giggles, then reads her a bedtime story before they both tuck her into bed with her multiple plushies. Despite her pleas for Alec to stay and take her to school in the morning, Alec declines but promises he’ll see her this week and they’ll cook something delicious together. So Magnus goes to bed that night alone, tossing and turning missing the warmth of the other man’s warm body.

—---

“Today for our appetizer special, we are offering a caesar salad croquette covered a delightfully golden, crunchy coating filled an unctuous chicken thigh centre with parmesan and anchovy. Served with a familiar zingy caesar dressing and spinach puree, topped with a parmesan crisp.

Monday afternoon, Magnus finds himself sitting in on another lunch meeting. But unlike the other lunches, Magnus and Alec sit side by side close enough he feels the familiar heat of Alec’s body against his. Alec’s arm rests on the top of Magnus’s chair, his hand nearly on his shoulder and his thumb occasionally stroking him, making Magnus shiver. Magnus sits quietly during the meeting eating the prepared lunch, only half listening to the servers practice selling the menu, having a hard time paying attention to being surrounded by Alec. His body heat, his smell, his touch and the rumble of his voice as he praises the servers and gives them notes.

“What do you think?”

Magnus jumps, not noticing Raphael approach the table. In his hands are small white boxes, which remind him of Chinese take away containers. “What’s that?”

“Alec came up with a great idea of sending mini desserts home in a box.” He holds the small box in front of Magnus, waiting for him to take one, which he does, turning it around in his hand to inspect it. “It’s so obvious. Alec is always so full of ideas.”

“So obvious.” Magnus says, destain clear in his voice. Apparently, Alec and Raphael were getting along better than Alec had described to him.

“And Alec, I love those wines you recommended for the new menu.”

Wine recommendations? When had they discussed that, and why wasn’t Magnus invited to this conversation? And how many other secret conversations had the pair had? Magnus is suddenly suspicious and feeling anger bubbling inside him. He’d only been gone a week. Originally, he’d planned on taking two, and if he had, what would have happened? Would he have even had a restaurant to come back to? Instead of making a scene at the table, he buries his feelings, shoving them down and puts them away for later.

“Well, you’re gonna have to discuss that with Magnus—” Alec calls after Raphael but the man has left the room, leaving the dining space quiet with servers staring at him. Alec clears his throat, ignoring Magnus’s stare he can see from his peripherals and the way Magnus shifts his chair, making his arm fall from the top.

“John, tell us about the cod dish.”

John quickly stands from his seat, nearly knocking his chair to the floor. He wipes his sweaty hands on his uniform, then takes a deep breath, looking at the two chefs. “For our fish main, we’re serving a cod fillet with a luxurious chive butter sauce, topped with a poached egg for a final flourish, sitting on a bed of crushed jersey royals and wilted spinach.”

—--

“Table five’s coming up in two seconds, chef.”

Dinner service is tense. It’s like the first night they worked together all over again, opposite sides of the kitchen, not speaking, and barely making eye contact. Magnus focuses on his dishes, afraid of speaking to Alec in fear of everything he’s feeling falling out and say something he regrets. It’s clear Alec knows he’s upset. Magnus can see how Alec studies him when he thinks the chef isn’t paying attention and multiple times he comes over to speak, but thinks better of it and backs away. But despite the tension and lack of speaking, the everything runs smoothly, their dishes are perfect and leave the kitchen one after another, coming back with good reviews from customers.

“Alec,” Raphael says, interrupting Alec. “The couple at table eight want to say hello. They’re drooling over the cod.”

“Magnus’s responsible for all the food.” He says without looking at Raphael, continuing to dress plates.

“Magnus won’t mind,” He chuckles, following Alec down the line from the other side of the metal tables. “He hates leaving the kitchen.”

“Interesting.” Magnus bites, looking at the two men. “What else can you tell us about him?”

“You know what?” Raphael says, slapping the table. “I’m not gonna get into this. I don’t care who goes out there.” He turns to Magnus, pointing a finger at him. “ But if it is you, do me a favour and try not to stab anyone who complains.”

Raphael leaves the kitchen, the door swinging closed behind him. Magnus spins on his heels facing Alec, who leans against a table, his arms crossed over his chest, a frown on his face.

“Don’t look at me.”

Magnus exhales deeply, trying to remain calm. Ever since lunch, he’d felt like something was off. At first he thought he was paranoid about being away from work, but between the wines and just then with Raphael, something was up. Magnus was sure of it. Raphael had always used sarcasm with him and was rough around the edges, but he’d never insult him.

“You. Me. In there. Now.” Magnus orders, gesturing to the walk-in freezer. Magnus walks ahead, leaving a confused Alec who only moments later follows him into the freezer, letting the door slam shut behind him.

“So, what’s the story?”

“What do you mean?”

Magnus scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest “I turn my back for a couple of days and it’s: “Alec, the wine. Alec, the customers. Alec, the boxes-“

“He offered me your job.”

“What?” Magnus is stunned at Alec's admission. He takes a small step back from Alec. “Why didn’t you tell me? I can’t believe this!”

“I was going to tell you—”

“When?” He shouts. The cold tone in Magnus’s voice surprises Alec, who backs up a step as Magnus steps forward again. “Tonight? Next week when I came into work and no longer have a job?” He steps into Alec’s space again until he hits the opposite wall of the freezer. “Or were you going to wait until you were in my bed again?”

“Magnus that’s not—”

“I knew I couldn’t trust you.” He snaps, turning away from Alec. Suddenly everything falls into place in his mind, and it all makes sense. How easily time off was given to him, the difference he felt in his kitchen, hiring a chef who was a fan of his. Was it all part of Raphael’s plan to replace him? Despite being in a freezer, Magnus is hot with anger. His blood feels like it’s boiling under his skin and he loses it. “The moment I met you, I knew–”

Alec grabs his shoulder, forcing the chef to turn around and face him. “No, the truth is you can’t trust anyone. You’ve never trusted anyone in your life–”

“Why should I when this happens?” Magnus hisses, tears of anger falling to his cheek. “Why didn’t you have the balls to run your own kitchen, Alexander? Or do you prefer just coming in and taking over another chef’s kitchen so you don’t have to work as hard?”

Alec looks at Magnus, shocked at the accusation. “Is that what you think?”

“Yeah,” Magnus confirms, “That’s exactly what I think.”

Alec sighs heavily and nods. He wipes away tears which had fallen from his eyes at some point and unties the apron from his waist. “You know, Magnus, it’s okay to let people in sometimes. Maybe one of these days you’ll figure that out.”

“You don’t understand.” Magnus pleads. He blocks the doors of the freezer with his body, stopping Alec from leaving. “This place is my life. This is who I am.”

“This isn’t who you are, Magnus. It’s only one little part.” He places his hand on Magnus’ shoulder, gently moving his aside, “and it’s not even the best part.”

Alec leaves the freezer, letting the door slam shut with a bang behind him, leaving Magnus alone not only in the freezer but in the kitchen for the first time in a while.

Dinner service moves on without Alec, with only Magnus running into the kitchen. He barks orders at the chefs, snaps at the servers and refuses to speak with Raphael, who attempts to pull him aside multiple times. Magnus knows he’s being terrible to work with tonight, but he can’t help it and can only hope everyone will forgive him by tomorrow. When dinner service winds down and the kitchen is wiped clean, Magnus leaves in a hurry before Raphael can catch him to talk. Once home, he takes his phone he’d left at home for Madzie and notices he has a single text message.

For the record, said no. I turned Raphael’s offer down.

#malec fanart #magnus bane #alec lightwood #MALEC FANFIC #malec #fic rec

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enkelimagnus · 6 years ago

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Smutty magnus centric meta/headcanons? (Preferably sub Magnus/malec 👀👀👀)

Magnus loves sex both for the pleasure and the intimacy.

And when it comes to intimacy, there is nothing for him more intimate and vulnerable than being a sub. He doesnt do it with every single of his lovers.

He takes those he trusts the most. And then he lets them tie him up, lets them take him apart, make him vulnerable and make him unable to not bare himself to them.

He’s not a huge pain play fan. He loves bondage. Being tied up is so… it just makes him feel… safe in a way. He’s there, he’s tied up, he’s unable to defend himself (to an extent, this is full consensual and there are safewords and his magic and his muscles) but he’s so vulnerable and open, and he’s still safe.

There’s a Dom whom he trusts, to take care of him. To love him. To take him apart, over and over and over again, until he’s so stripped down to his core.

And Alec fits that. Alec has this… firmness to him that makes Magnus crumble. There’s this way he looks at Magnus when he wants him. As a whole, Alec has this confidence that makes a leader, but when it comes to Magnus, and when it comes to intimacy, Alec was always in charge. They both know that.

They both know Alec can take care of him, take control and make him feel so safe and loved and pleased.

Alec loves discovering sexual stuff and Magnus quickly learns how fun and eager Alec is. Alec is the type of guy who will learn and catalogue the way Magnus reacts to everything.

The day he hears that choked little moan when he grabs Magnus’ hair a little roughly, it unlocks everyrhing.

A couple months later, Magnus is tied up securely as Alec makes sure that by the end of it, Magnus is begging to be fucked.

Edging is one of their favorite things. There is nothing like bringing Magnus so close so many times. Too many times. Alec is very patient and thorough. Magnus always ends up with rope burns and a rough voice from moaning and begging and screaming, drenched in sweat and shaking from head to toe.

#malec #sub magnus #lemon #smut

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strange-and-beautiful-sorro-blog · 8 years ago

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Me:I'm gonna focus on school this year

Friend:We have an exam tomorrow wanna study?

Also me: Nah I'm just gonna scroll Tumblr and read fanfics ✌️

#fanfic #harry potter #merlin #fluff #pjo #shadow hunters #drarry #fan girl #fandom #merthur #malec #jercy #pernico #lemon

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eraut · 5 years ago

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Une tentation sulfureuse

Petite fanfiction du duo préféré de la série Shadowhunters : Malec (Magnus x Alec) Attention : cette fiction contient des caractères sexuels qui seront avertis à l’avance. [Vue et ressenti par Alec]

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Samedi, 21h13 Cela faisait, plus d'une heure que Magnus et moi buvions des cocktails. Nous étions seuls, dans l'immense appartement du sorcier. Assis sur le canapé, je regardais la vue, étoilée et illuminée par les immeubles qui peuplaient la ville. J'écoutais Magnus parler de son passé tout en traversant les époques. Je ne pouvais expliquer pourquoi ce sorcier me plaisait autant. Je tournai la tête face à Magnus et le contemplai méticuleusement. Il jouait avec ses doigts, qui eux étaient couronnés bagues, et doté d'un vernis rouge foncé. Il portait une veste noir à motif scintillant et d'une belle chemise bordeaux. Je ne pouvais décrocher le regard sur lui, j'admirai plus que tout cet homme. Le plus grand sorcier de Brooklyn possédait un charme que nul autre ne pouvait espérer avoir.

Par pulsion, ma main se promena en direction de monsieur Bane. Je sentis le tissu recouvrant le canapé, puis le tissu recouvrant la cuisse du sorcier. Ce dernier leva les yeux sur moi, un sourire se dessina délicatement. Mes lèvres, mouillées d'alcool, répondirent à son sourire. La main de Magnus se posa sur la mienne. Elle était chaude et humide. Pendant un instant, je n'écoutais plus le sorcier. Mes pensées m'emmenèrent peu à peu, jusqu'au moment où une voix vint me ramener à la réalité.

- Alexander, Est-ce que tu m'écoutes ?

Ma gorge se noua et des sueurs se firent sentir derrière ma nuque. J'étais dans l'incapacité de lui répondre. - Tu es sûr que ça va ? Disait-il en fronçant les sourcils d'un air dubitatif.

Je pris le courage de lui répondre un simple « oui » complètement incrédule. Le grand sorcier adorait me voir gêné et désemparé. Il était vrai que je n'étais pas vraiment habitué à passer des soirées seul à seul avec Magnus.

- Je te fais autant d'effet ? Ricana t-il.

Je devins soudainement rouge écarlate, mon regard fuyait le sien et ma main trifouillait mes cheveux avec nervosité. La main de Magnus se colla à mon cou, qui me fit tourné à nouveau le visage vers celui-ci. Il s'approcha et m’embrassa.

Ce baiser me semblait si agréable, il était doux et passionnée. Je sentais ses lèvres, fines et douces caressées les miennes. Je ressentais un amour charnel pour le sorcier. Mes émotions m'emportèrent, ce qui me fit entrouvrir la bouche. Magnus en profita pour y glisser sa langue.

Durant plusieurs minutes, nos langues jouèrent entre elles. L'humidité de nos muscles l'un contre l'autre fit monter la température entre nos deux corps.

ATTENTION, CE PASSAGE CONTIENT DES PASSAGES EXPLICITES

Sous mon tempérament ardent, mon corps bascula contre celui de Magnus, ce qui le plaqua sur le canapé. - Oh, Alexander, doucement... Ses mots s'échappaient avec difficultés.

A ce moment précis, je n'avais qu'une seule envie. Qu'il me fasse l'amour. Mes mains se baladèrent de plus en plus vite et de plus en plus fort sur le torse du sorcier. Magnus enleva mon t-shirt avec bestialité. Nos gémissement raisonnaient dans le salon, et la chaleur se fit également ressentir. Les mains tremblantes de désir, je déboutonnais sa chemise avec impatience. Nos bouches laissaient échapper des sons de plaisir.

- Viens Alexander..

Magnus se leva, essoufflé par nos pulsions sexuelles. Je suivis le sorcier dans sa chambre. Celui-ci se tourna vers moi, prit ma ceinture d'une main et me l'enleva avec rapidité. Avec excitation, les seuls mots qui me vinrent étaient :

- J'ai envie de toi.

Magnus sourit et ouvrit la braguette de mon pantalon. On pouvait apercevoir la forme de mon muscle gorgé de sang et de désir ardent. Je sentis alors sa main se glissé dans mon boxer, ce qui me fit gémir de plaisir. Le sorcier me poussa sur le lit et m'enleva complètement le pantalon, tout en gardant mon sous-vêtement. Il s'avança vers moi, me fit un baiser chaud et sucré. Ensuite, ses lèvres voyagèrent sur mon cou et sur mon torse. Je sentais sa langue retracée mes runes avec délicatesse, ce qui me procura une forte envie. Lorsque ma tête se leva afin d'observer Magnus, je le vis entre mes reins. Il mordilla très légèrement à travers mon boxer. L'humidité de sa bouche me fit tressaillir de plaisir. Il enleva avec lenteur le léger bout de tissu qui cachait mon membre. A cet instant, je me livrais complètement à lui. Nu face au plus grand sorcier de Brooklyn, un sourire se fit au coin de ma bouche. La langue de Magnus parcourra de bas en haut mon muscle ardent. Je ne pus m'empêcher d'exercer un bruit de satisfaction. Sa langue me rendait fou, et cela se fit ressentir entre mes jambes.Il mît dans sa bouche, l'ensemble de mon entre jambe tout en agitant sa langue sur celui-ci.

Il accéléra les va-et-vient avec sa bouche humide et chaude, ce qui me fit tordre de désir. Ma bouche s'entrouvrit et laissa échapper un gémissement. Mes mains étaient contre les draps, que je pinçai de plus en plus fort.

- Ne t'arrête surtout pas, Magnus.. Disais-je avec difficulté.

La salive continua de coulé le long de mon penis. Je sentais l'excitation monté, le sang qui brûlait entre mes jambes et mon orgasme arriver. C'est alors que par un cri de soulagement, je me mis à éjaculer. La langue de Magnus vint goûter ma semence avec passion, tout en me suçotant.

- Si tu savais l'effet que tu me faisais Alexander.. Répondit le sorcier, la bouche entrouverte.

Il se redressa et vint m'embrasser une nouvelle fois, les lèvres chaudes et brûlante de désir.

- Prends moi, Magnus. Lui disais-je dans le feu de l’action.

Le sorcier me fit un sourire, et baissa le sous-vêtement qui cachait son sexe, sanguin et rouge d'envie. Il s'avança vers moi, mit son majeur dans ma bouche que je pris plaisir à sucer et caressa mon intimité. Je fis un gémissement. J'écartai mes jambes, et continuai de presser le matelas dans lequel j'étais allongé.

- Tu es prêt Alexander ? Me demanda Magnus afin de me rassurer.

Je hochai la tête, sûr de ce que je voulais. Les yeux fermés, je mordillais ma lèvre inférieure. Il me pénétra un doigt, qui lui-même était par la suite suivit d'un deuxième. D'une main de maître, il trouva le point le plus stimulant, ce qui me fit tordre de plaisir, et me fit crier d’extase. Magnus, voyant que j'étais prêt, frotta son membre gonflé par le sang qui y circulait sur mon entre-jambe. J'y glissai quelque gémissement, ce qui lui fit comprendre mon envie ardent pour lui. Il inséra en premier son gland avec délicatesse, puis continua avec lenteur avec le reste de son penis. Je ressenti durant les premiers va- et-vient une douleur peu agréable. Je pris le temps de me détendre, et c'est à ce moment là que je me mis à apprécier ce que Magnus me procurait.

Il enfonça l'intégralité de son muscle chaud et dur, et y marqua un courte pause, ce qui me fit gémir de plaisir. Mes mains se placèrent sur ses cuisses afin de lui faire comprendre qu'il pouvait poursuivre ses battements de hanche. Le sorcier alla de plus en plus rapide et fort, ce qui accéléra ma respiration. Dans la chambre, seul le bruit du claquement de nos deux corps et de nos gémissements se faisaient entendre. Magnus s'approcha de ma bouche, je pouvais ressentir sa respiration chaude et humide contre mes lèvres. Sentant les muscles du sorcier se raidir, je serrai mes jambes autour de sa taille. Ce dernier poussa un cri de soulagement, et se retira. Il posa sa tête contre mon torse et dis :

- Alors Alexander?

Je repris mon souffle et lui répondit : - C'était merveilleux.

#malec #male character #malec fandom #shadowhunters #shadohuntersfr #lemon #magnus bane #alec lightwood

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