#it's been months since I did anything remotely nsfw-ish I hope that the mood passed through

[magnusbae]

If you fancy it- kiss prompt 3, Malec 💛

50 Types of Kisses - Send in a number and a pairing!

A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

626w | mildly heated 🤭 | Enjoy 💖

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It’s a late night after a joint mission, the only noise is the sound of the door slamming shut, Alec’s heavy breathing and the rustling of clothes as their hands run hastily over each other, trying to feel every inch of skin available. As per usual, Magnus’ outfit has way too many buttons and for a moment Alec is caught wondering just how much it’ll ruin the mood if he simply rips it open to get to Magnus’ chest. Probably some. Not a lot.

Alec meets Magnus’ eyes when the warlock snaps his finger to turn the soft yellow lighting of the living room on. There’s the silent ‘kiss me’ on his lips, as there always is when he’s looking at him like this. A pang of heat rushes through Alec’s body and there’s nothing he wants more than to just kiss him, ravish him, feel him. No. Alec draws a sharp inhale and physically distances himself from Magnus, hands dropping to his hips and holding him there while catching his breath. Not today. He decided that weeks ago, just never brought it up.

“Alexander?” there’s a touch of confusion in Magnus’ voice, concern creeping around the edges “What’s wrong?” a warm hand touches his cheek, caressing it, ever so caring and thoughtful. Ever so Magnus.

Enough of this. Alec’s jaw sets firmly as he meets Magnus’ gaze with a sure, confident one. Enough of Magnus always putting him first, always waiting for him to initiate this part of them, always wanting his comfort to come first. Enough of Magnus never being selfish and taking what he wants without asking.

“Kiss me” Alec demands, breathy and hoarse, unwavering.

Magnus’ eyes widen, lips parting to speak “Magnus--” Alec cuts any argument at it’s wake, he doesn’t want his sweet wise words, he doesn’t want Magnus to think about it so hard when in reality it’s so simple. He’s his to take. Alec wants the heated kisses, his selfish desires. He wants him to want it so badly that he doesn’t care to stop and think about it. “--kiss me like you want it” it comes out more commanding than Alec realized he could sound like in this sort of situation.

As it happens, it’s all the pep talk Magnus needs.

The last thing Alec sees is the wonderful moment of Magnus’ steely control snapping, his jaw slacking, muscles relaxing and eyes flashing gold.

The next thing he knows is a bruising mouth over his, kissing him so passionately and hungrily that Alec loses himself there for a moment “Mngh-!!” he gasps, shocked by how suddenly and utterly aroused he is when Magnus slams him against the door with all his weight, body flush against his. “Mag--” Alec’s heart jumps, knees going weak, a helpless groan forced out of him when Magnus grinds against his groin, shameless and demanding.

“Magn--ah-! fuc--” Alec tries, he really does try to say Magnus’ name out, in appreciation, in awe, in fear of how damn good he makes him feel. “Magnus..” he finally manages, it’s a whine and he shudders as he feels Magnus’ hand under his shirt, nails running over the skin all the way to his chest.

Magnus grabs one of his pecks and squeezes it firmly, like he owns it. There’s a tiny pang of pain as the warlock bites his lower lip and tugs at it as he moves back, releasing it with a delicious wet sound. The look in Magnus’ golden eyes is almost savage, it’s dangerous and dark, it’s hot and wanting.

“There’s no ifs when it comes to me wanting you, darling.”

Magnus’ voice is velvety, dark and rich-- and by the angel, Alec believes him.

“Please.” he begs, body nearly collapsing when Magnus leans back in.

#So how many times did I rewrite it? :D It started of as 200 words fluff haha! #I hope you like it-- tysm for the msg! <3 <3 <3 #Malec fic #bc I did love writing it 🥰🥰🥰 #malec #shadowhunters #Alec Lightwood #Magnus Bane #I was thinking about it a lot bc of that post about Alec initiating all of their kisses #just how much Alec would love it when Magnus realizes he's ready for him to /take/ #thechairmanlikesalec #msg #it's been months since I did anything remotely nsfw-ish I hope that the mood passed through #p.s Alec loves how sweet Magnus is-- he just uh.... has a mood when it comes to their sex life -coughs- #buns.w #buns.all

[spookyold-saintjm]

yancy 182 184 and 192(?)

182: “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

184: “Can I touch you?”

From this prompt list

A little heated, but wasn’t feeling up to full Yancy smut yet. Soon!

I didn’t put in 192 because I have an idea for it elsewhere 👀

NSFW(ish) Yancy x reader

Weeks, months had passed since you’d agreed to stay at Happy Trails Penitentiary, and you and your new friend Yancy had spent much more time together than you’d anticipated. Yancy’s prison family, which had quickly become yours as well, might have given him a hard time about it, had he not knocked out one of Sparkles McGee’s front teeth the first time he brought it up.

There was nothing overtly romantic about anything the two of you did together, playing card games, sharing stories, watching tv, eating meals together…

But, there were instances when Yancy would throw his arm over your shoulders, or that your hand would accidentally brush over his when reaching into the popcorn bucket sitting between the two of you during movie nights. Moments that sent tiny jolts of electricity through your nerves.

Sometimes you’d feel Yancy stiffen up when you sat down beside him on one of the benches in the prison yard, close enough to him that your thighs touched, or he would start to stutter when you’d make a compliment about his appearance before a performance with the family’s little musical theater group.

If you weren’t together, you were probably thinking about him. You’d settle down for bed at the end of the night and find your thoughts drifting to fond memories of the day, of plans you had coming up. You would even catch yourself thinking about just him, his slicked-back hair, his deep voice, his muscular arms, his hands, his lips… 

You were quick to shake those thoughts from your mind. You couldn’t be attracted to Yancy like that. You couldn’t. He had better things to worry about than you. 

What you didn’t know, was that Yancy thought about you, too. The few extra minutes he put into perfecting his appearance before popping over to your cell to visit, the extra hours he’d been putting in for new songs he’d been working on…he wouldn’t admit it, but it was fueled by you. The hopes to impress you, to maybe, give him the courage to say something to you about how he felt. How interesting and attractive he found you, how your voice made his entire day brighter, how he had never felt so good inside before, so…whole, when he was with you.

One evening, everyone was in the game room to play a rather intense night of Bingo, but you both had fairly shitty cards and after a few rounds had given up and decided to instead retreat to Yancy’s cell to catch up on the books you both had been reading. You split from Yancy to grab your book from your own cell first, quickly grabbing it from the bedside table, but paused when you decided that you wanted to be a little more comfortable for the night. You unbuttoned the black-and-white striped shirt you’d been wearing and tossed in onto your bed, leaving only a white tank that rested just a little above the waistband of your striped pants before you strolled back over to Yancy’s cell. 

You found Yancy already sitting on his bed, legs stretched out across the floor and crossed at the ankles, his book already open in his hands.

He looked up to greet you, but froze. You stared back at him, quirking an eyebrow at his sudden mood shift, then realized that this was likely the first time he had seen you in any sort of remotely revealing clothing. You forced yourself to quickly, casually, plop down beside him, grinning as you lightly punched him in the arm. 

“Don’t distract me this time, this book is getting good.” you said playfully, praying that ignoring his reaction to you would make the blush creeping its way up your neck and into your cheeks die a rotten death.

“I, ah…oh! Yeah, yeah, youse got it.” he trailed off, quickly shifting his gaze back down to the book in his hands.

You settled into a calm silence as you both began to read, but you couldn’t get past the first two pages of your book. Yancy’s very presence next to you was, like it had been for some time now, clouding your mind. You were all too aware every inch of his skin that touched yours, and one hand holding his book with the other resting dangerously close to your thigh. The scent of whatever infuriatingly intoxicating cologne he’d managed to swipe from a security guard’s locker was coursing through your senses. The sound of his breathing rang in your ears like a siren. 

Yancy was in a similar situation. You’d come into his cell, and were sitting on his bed, looking like…that. You hadn’t meant anything by it, he knew this, but you continued to give him more reasons to find you handsome and/or beautiful, inside and out.

He let out a short, but heavy sigh. He was really going to do it, wasn’t he?

“Y/n.” He began, but stopped when you looked over at him, your eyes staring holes through to his soul. He had to work the words around in his mouth a couple times before they would come out. “There’s something I wanna tell youse, and, well, I don’t want youse to think I’m, ah fuck, well, what I means is—“

Your lips slammed against his in a single, sudden movement, and Yancy fell back a little bit at the abrupt contact. The tension that been thickening in the room seemed to dissipate, and soon Yancy had recovered and pushed himself back up, his mouth now exploring yours as if it were the last time he’d have the opportunity. 

You slid your body even closer to his, turning so that you were all but sitting on his lap. He pulled away from you just slightly, for the two of you to catch your breath, your foreheads resting against each other.One of his hands suddenly reached out for you, but he withdrew it just as quickly. He was itching to put his hands all over you, everywhere at once, but he couldn’t focus on a single place to start.

“Can…can I touch you?” he asked. You nodded, and when he still hesitated, you gently guided one of his hands to now fully rest on your thigh. His fingers quickly glided up to rest around your waist, and his other hand followed suit. You slid yourself now fully onto his lap, and your lips met again once you threw your arms around and behind his neck. The kiss was far more heated this time, and you felt Yancy’s grip on your waist tighten when you allowed him access into your mouth. You were certain there wasn’t much of a first time for anything like this for him, but it had definitely been a while. You could feel the adrenaline and pent-up desire practically begging to get out. And you couldn’t say you didn’t quite feel the same. 

His hands started to wander, up the sides of your body, and back down again. You returned the favor by pulling your mouth away from his, earning a grunt of frustration from him which quickly turned to a catch in his breath when you began to scatter kisses along his jaw, down the side of his neck. 

“y/n…” he sighed when you landed on a particular spot on his collarbone and you smiled into him as you gave the spot some extra attention.

His fingers slid under your tank top, teasing the skin underneath. You helped him slip the tank over your head, and you tossed it somewhere to the other side of the room. His shirt followed behind not long after, and soon you both were a mess of wandering hands, frantic to learn every inch of each other. You turned to wrap your legs around his torso, and he held you tight against him, your bare chest pressed against his. 

When he pulled you in for a kiss again, you tested him with the slightest roll of your hips and were pleasantly surprised to not only hear but feel the effect you were having on him. You huffed out a curse at the realization and felt Yancy smile into your mouth. 

“I’ve wanted this for so long…” he admitted, his voice almost a whisper in your ear, sending a shiver through your entire body. 

“I know,” you sighed, pulling a curl of his now-messy hair away from his face. “Me, too.”

He moved to kiss the skin under your ear, down your neck. Your fingers trailed down his chest, leaving the faintest of marks while he took his time tasting your skin.

Between the sound of both your heavy breaths, a herd of voices faintly registered in your ears, then grew louder as a group of other inmates turned the corner that led down the hall to Yancy’s cell. You cursed and leapt off the bunk, scrambling to grab the clothing you’d both thrown across the cell. You threw Yancy’s shirt to him and quickly pulled yours back over your head as the footsteps drew closer. You ran back over to sit next to Yancy, although a little farther apart than you’d been before, swiftly fixing your hair back to its normal state with one hand and flipping your book open to a random page with the other.

  You both recovered just in time, as Tiny, Jimmy, and Heapass walked by the open cell door, laughing about something that had happened during the Bingo game. They only greeted the two of you with friendly waves, thankfully noticing nothing amiss about the two of you.

Well, except for Tiny, who silently gestured to your now-backwards tank top. She wiggled her eyebrows at you then flicked her gaze over toward the now crimson-faced Yancy, the smug amusement glowing in her eyes.

Shit.

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