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thechaoticdruid · 3 months

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Astarion x Chubby reader/Tav Headcanons because I'm tired of reading about Tav's perfect petite or hourglass body.

Some of the Headcanons get quite sexual so MDNI 18+ People ONLY. There's also some slight gore and mentions of Astarion's trauma.

Chubby Tav is going to be mentioned to be a Wizard with a noble background because that makes the most sense for a chubby adventurer in my mind!

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Astarion wasn't really attracted to your body at first.

Not that he found you ugly or anything it's just your physical appearance really wasn't that relevant to his plan.

What mattered to him was how well you carried yourself in a fight and how easy you'd be to string along.

You were a skilled Wizard with a tendency to be mercilessly cruel when you came across the most vile of villains.

Some asshole was murdering children? You cast a spell that caused him to slowly inflate until he exploded into bloody bits.

Some crazy bitch was torturing and using innocents for blood sacrifices? You took control of her own body and made her stab herself over and over.

And Astarion just ate that up.

Not that he cared for the sad pathetic welps in peril mind you.

But the bloodlust in your eyes as you dealt with those you considered unredeemable villains honestly made him feel a bit hot and bothered.

And the sheer magical prowess you displayed was rather impressive.

Plus you didn't bore him half to death with magical lectures like Gale did so that was nice.

As he began pursuing you, your insecurities became rather evident.

You would often dismiss his flirting or straight up ignore it.

Being told you were sexually unappealing all your life had really gotten to you. To the point where you just couldn't wrap your head around someone as beautiful as Astarion coming onto you.

But determined as ever to have you as his protection Astarion persisted.

Perhaps you'd never had a lover or perhaps you'd had far too many whom left you for someone they found more appealing.

Either way you were convinced Astarion's advances meant nothing.

That either he wanted something from you or he was simply mocking you like so many others had done in the past.

So when he finally is blunt enough to say he wants sex with you it's a big shock.

Your first response is to push back.

You tell him to quit messing with you because it was not funny!

He swears to you that his desire to sleep with you is genuine and begins to go so far as to list everything he finds alluring about you.

The taste of your blood.

The way your eyes sparkle when filled with bloodlust.

How gods damned sexy you looked covered in the blood of your foes.

When it was clear that he hadn't made any comments about your figure, you actually began to think perhaps he wasn't making fun of you.

It took some time to think about it, but eventually you decided to accept his offer the night of the tiefling party.

At first you're very hesitant to remove your clothes in fear of him immediately backing out once he was able to fully take in your plump form.

At that point Astarion strips down first and seductively coaxes you out of your clothes.

If you're AFAB he immediately becomes enamoured with your plump breasts, his first instinct is to start sucking on them like his life depends on it as his hands grope and caress the deliciously thick cushy curves of your hips and ass.

If you're AMAB he's a bit more grabby with your ass than anything else. He also makes flirty remarks on how big you are while teasingly grabbing your cock.

Either way on your first night together you let him take the lead, evil voices in your head telling you that if you were on top you'd crush him like some disgusting monstrous beast.

He doesn't press you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable and focuses mostly on your wants and pleasure.

Leaves a trail of kisses and licks all over your body, worshipping every inch of it.

If you express your insecurities with him, claiming you didn't think he'd want you because you were fat he brushes it off.

"Nonsense darling, there's just more of you to nibble on.~"

And he is sure to nibble on every inch of you.

Especially those thick thighs.

He loves drinking from you there before eating you out or sucking you off.

As he begins to develop actual feelings for you he feels the need to comfort you more about your insecurities.

Of course Astarion doesn't quite understand how to do comfort. Not having any of it himself for the past 200 years.

He tries to fix it with sex. Thinking perhaps if you felt desired these pesky insecurities would just go away.

He'd grab your ass and whisper lustful remarks about your body when no one was watching.

Sometimes it helped and sometimes it didn't.

Eventually however things became much more complicated once Astarion came to the realization he was falling for you.

He found himself unable to 'perform' any longer. The guilt of manipulating you began to eat away at him.

Not to mention it was becoming harder and harder to come up with an excuse for why he didn't always seem fully present during intimacy with you. You were becoming more and more concerned. Which just made the guilt he felt grow.

You were too good for him!

He just knew you'd be crushed! Finally finding one person who actually desired you, only to discover it was all a lie!

You'd hate him for sure he just knew it!

But he couldn't do it any longer. You were kind to him. You actually cared about him.

And Gods damnit he knew what was like when people only care about your looks more than most.

You deserved better.

So he came clean and poured out his heart to you. Fully prepared for your anger and resentment.

But when it happened you just looked tired.

You confessed that deep down you knew it was all a manipulation.

Gods, the idea that someone as attractive as him would want you for your body was just ridiculous to you.

You really just wanted to pretend for a while.

To feel wanted and desired.

So in a way you used him too.

But then you too began to fall for him as well and began to dread when you'd eventually have to stop playing pretend.

After confession however you'd both agreed to start over, take things at a much slower pace.

And for the most part things were great!

Your late night trysts turned into cuddle sessions.

Astarion particularly loved using you as a pillow and snuggling into the warm, soft, cushion of your body.

If you ever felt the demons of insecurity eating away at you Astarion would immediately insist he didn't care what you looked like. He liked you for you.

Because you're you.

He had a little trouble wording it but it was sweet nonetheless.

When you finally reached Baldur's Gate there were a few hiccups in the road.

You were back amongst society and the eyes of the nobility who were a constant thorn in your side growing up.

Your father, the head of your family was intent on marrying you off to strengthen an alliance between another noble family and your own.

But despite his efforts most of the other patriar families were far too stuck up to accept his offer.

Deaming you as too unappealing to marry.

You didn't have any interest in an arranged marriage anyway, much too invested in your magical studies, but the rude comments from some of the other nobles still stung.

"My child is not being married off to a deep rothé!" One of them had actually said.

Now that you were back home the demons of your past began to plague your mind once again.

Astarion was there for you now however and tried to keep your mind off of things by reminding you that you both had a quest or two to finish!

If anyone were to make a rude comment out on the streets or sneer at you behind your back about how Astarion was way out of your league he would be quick to comfort you.

He'd pull you to the side and plant a wet kiss on your mouth right in front of any possible offenders.

And if any of them were to mysteriously disappear amongst the shadows of the night...

All the better.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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It's Valentine day, and some fan service when Crewel daughter lost a bet and wearing a bunny outfit that hugs her curvs bit too well ( think of Jessica Rabbit level of sexy ) and all confident of her body as she sings on stage for them

All the boys reaction seeing both display and the show

I'm not doing all of them

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Valentines Performance | Yandere TWST x Crewel Daughter Reader

First and foremost Crewel’s daughter never loses a bet

But charity does look good on her record so she’d do it

Heck you might even suggest it

“What? I know from my head to my toes that I’m practically irresistible. Of course you’d want me to be the main performance.”

You wouldn’t do it for just some boys wishing to ogle you for their own desires

That would be of no benefit to you

In fact, you’d force Crowley to pay

Who in turn forces your admirers to cough up a significant amount

But if you’re going to go through the trouble of dressing up and performing it will be for a good cause and for a good paycheck

So many lonely, sad people on such a day is something a princess shouldn’t ignore

If you have curves than great but even without you’re just as alluring

But like everything you do it has the boys drooling:

Azul Ashengrotto

He was proud to be apart of the latest cashgrab charity that the school was fundraising

And he was even happier to call upon you under that pretense

Its been years since he’s heard you sing

He can only imagine what its like now

And with the excuse of being practice he’ll hear the chords you so casually ring out as the charity dinner is mapped out

But only when you’re fully made up and singing does he feel like his investment was truly worth it

“A-a-ah (Y/n) that was–”

“Amazing, I know. I can tell you’re excited but don’t go inking all over the floor before the finale.”

“Y-yeah.”

He really does have to stop himself

He’s just so enamored

One day he’ll have to ask trick you into singing a serenade to him

“A mate’s song needs to be, at the very least, decent enough to attract. Naturally, (Y/n) would exceed that, she truly is a prime mate and the only one I’d ever bother chasing after.”

Kalim Al Asim

He loves that you’re scheduled to perform

Money isn’t an object anyway so he’s happy to pad your paycheck and donation

He just loves loves loves anything you do

You could go outside in a chicken wunzie and sing horribly he’d still fling his money in your direction

But as he watches you appear on stage make up done, dress hugging tight something burns

His cheeks get warm and suddenly his clothes feel too hot to wear

A yearning that Kalim barely acknowledges to dangerous takes over and he’s in a daze for the entirety of the night

Don’t interrupt the performance

Don’t bother him while he’s watching you sing in that sultry tone

Or you can see what its like when Jamil’s happy to follow Kalim’s orders+

“(Y/n) you should sing more often! Your voice is so beautiful!”

“Thank you, Kalim.”

“Will you be doing another set? I’d love to play along side you!”

He’ll be replaying your performance in his head for years to come

Always letting a smile come to his face

“Wow I can’t get her voice out of my head! Maybe I should ask her to sing to me everynight!”

Vil Schoenheit

If he isn’t hired himself to join you he’ll donate his talent with a small fee

But to be seen by millions as the most beautiful dream couple

Neige could never

But ego aside he loves nothing more than performing with you side by side

Brought back to the days you two would make little plays and shows for your fathers to watch

Now this was just fate in work, wasn’t it

That you two would be preparing a duet that’d have the world talking for weeks

“Are you ready to delivery our harmony of ecstasy?”

“You know I am. I like your trim by the way.”

“And I yours. Though we both know anything you wear is better than couture.”

For this moment and this moment only will he encourage the hunter to share his recordings

He won’t be able to hear your voice out in the crowd

But it couldn’t compare to the sound of being beside you

As it was always meant to be

“Becoming a duo? Who’s to say? We both have big plans for the future but naturally we’ll be together asitsalwaysbeen.”

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suiana · 10 months

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So I have seen most of your yanderes being males how about a female yandere just for the funni. Like I really just wanna suck some milky tits 🤤

(you can ignore it if you want to)

I love women, reader is kinda dumb but that's ok because reader is based of me when I see a hot woman

yandere! cosplayer x gn reader

"would you like me to do... this instead?"

you blush as she pushes her tits up against your chest. why wouldn't you? you were in an extremely sexual interaction with a super hot girl right now! and she's even dressed up as bayonetta! a character you absolutely love and adore! you'd have to be a saint to not combust on the spot.

plus this cosplayer was one of your favourites, her stunning cosplays whisking you off your feet with every picture she posts. today, you managed to meet her at a convention she's said that she's attending. you managed to find her amidst the crowds and luckily for you, she noticed your prescence.

though it was a little weird that she knew so much about you. I mean, she knew your name, when you'd be visiting, and practically everything about you! it's so weird! because your all of your profiles are on private and you've never talked to her, not even once! but who cares am I right? she's hot so it must just be a coincidence haha!

you had just wanted to get a picture with her, maybe a hug or two. but she had other plans apparently. pulling you aside, dismissing all of her other fans, it was like you were her lover. and weirdly enough, she even encouraged it when others called you her lover. like??? hello??? you two literally just met???

you couldn't understand it. not one bit. but to be honest you didn't mind. she probably has no bad intentions either way so it's alright to just go with what she wants.

though you didn't expect to be rizzed up like this. her gently carressing your face as she whispers about how much she loves you... wait is this a fanfic novel come to life?! your face was burning hot as you stared at the attractive cosplayer with wide eyes.

you couldn't move your body, too confused, horny and attracted to your favourite cosplayer confessing her love for you. wait, she knew you all this time and decided to start cosplaying to get your attention?! she hacked the algorithm to allow her posts to show up on your feed?! what?!

your mind was a mess, but so was the thing between your legs because god damn you did not expect for such a hot and sexy woman to be interested in someone like yourself. I mean, yeah you were hot but still!

meanwhile, the smitten cosplayer silently chuckled as she pinned you against the wall, her alluring eyes staring down at you. you were just so cute! so adorable~ she just couldn't help herself!

"everything I do is for you... I love you~"

she cooed, watching as your face continued to redden in embarrassment. god, she's thankful she found salvation in you. for if she didn't, she would never have experienced the love and joy of loving someone so adorable.

#tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere cosplayer #yandere cosplayer x reader #female yandere #suiana rambling #suiana brainrotting

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therealmrszenin · 9 months

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Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader

One shot maybe??

Pairing: Stepfather Toji x y/n

Warnings: Age gap, pet- names, touching, not proofread

Y/n stood in front of the stove, stirring the saucepan of boiling water, her hands moving gracefully back and forth, her mind lost in thought. Her mother was out shopping, leaving you alone with Toji, something you dreaded. Since your father's death, Toji had stepped in as the head of the household, taking care of everything from paying the bills to disciplining y/n when she misbehaved.

Despite his best efforts, y/n felt like they were strangers living under the same roof - there was no warmth or affection between them. Tonight, as they prepared dinner together, the tension seemed visible; neither one daring to speak first, both lost in their own thoughts.

As you pulled a pan full of pasta out of the oven, its delicious aroma filling the air, you caught Toji watching you from across the room. His dark eyes lingered on your curves before flicking away.

Y/n could feel her heart racing as she placed the pan onto the countertop, feeling the heat radiating through her fingers. Their attraction toward each other was evident despite their attempts to deny it. Finally, Toji broke the silence. "This smells delicious, babygirl" he said gruffly, nodding toward the steaming pasta dish on the table. You smiled weakly in response before turning around to grab some plates from the cupboard above your head. You felt him come up behind you, his strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you close against his chest.

You couldn't help but let out a small gasp as you felt his hot breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine and right between your legs. "Thank you for helping me tonight, baby" he whispered softly into your ear, his voice thick with emotion.

The tension between them dissipated instantly, replaced by a sudden burst of passion. Y/n turned around to face him, their bodies mere inches apart. Toji's gaze drifted southward, taking in every curve of her body hungrily.

Y/n felt her cheeks flush at his attention, unable to look away from those piercing green eyes. Suddenly, Toji leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers in a fiery kiss that left her breathless. It was the kind of kiss that made your heart skip a beat, that left you weak-kneed and lightheaded.

As their lips parted, you looked up at him, your eyes wide with surprise. "W-W-What was that for, Toji?" You asked hoarsely, still reeling from the intensity of the moment.

Toji shook his head slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. "That was just a taste," he replied quietly, his voice sharp and low.

You could feel yourself falling under his spell, unable to resist his irresistible charm. You found yourself drawn to him even though you knew you shouldn't be. After all he was your mothers husband, but there was something about him that was irresistibly alluring, almost magnetic. As you two sat down to eat dinner, you couldn't stop stealing glances at Toji across the table.

There was something incredibly sexy about how he held himself - the way he slouched back in his chair, manspreading showing of his big, meaty thighs,one hand wrapped around his glass of whiskey, his eyes fixed intently on you. You could feel your heart racing again, your breath coming faster than usual.

"S-So...what do you want to do after we finish eating?" You asked shyly, hoping to break the tension that had been building between you all night. Toji looked up from his plate, smirking at you.

"I think you already know what I’m going to do after, or rather who I’m going to do," he began slowly, his voice low and raspy.

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redactahoe · 3 months

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pretty darlin appreciation listener addition

this is a compellation of everyone finding darlin hot and darlin not getting it this is part 1 with all the relevent listeners and part 2 will include the boys this is inspired by @whorefordarlin btw

this might be long af

the only physical trait i give to trait is a beefy build and short hair tw: alot of simping shenanigans, mention of shitty foster care parents/neglectful parents, i cant spell so be warned

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angel:(set durring darlins first meeting back)

angel had no idea what to expect from this 'mysterious pack member'. but it definitely wasn't this. i mean give angel some credit with the way the pack described the pack member it made them out to be some sort biker gang delinquent with and eye patch or something! but no the person Infront of the angel was most definitely not what they expected.

they were about 6 inches taller than them and and had a very pretty face with all kinds of pretty piercings on it. they were wearing a patched up leather jacket with a tank top under neath, tattered but tight jeans, and some beat up combat boots. all of this layered on top of they're very broad frame.

"Hi, i'm angel! nice to meet you!" angel greets with a nervous but excited glint in their eyes.

"oh! davids mate right?, nice to meet you too." tanker greeted back and GOOODD!! their voice was so fucking sexy. their voice was deep with a slight rasp to it that made angels face go red and burst into a fit of flustered giggles.

thus began the slightly awkward conversation between angel and tanker before the pack meeting started. with a red faced angel barely being able to keep together and a very concerned tank trying to decipher what all the giggling means

"hey by the way i think i scared your mate...". the pack meeting finally ended. tank ad david were going some final things when tank brought up angels strange behavior's.

david let out an amused huff "pft- i don't think you have to worry about tanker." he had this amused all knowing smile spread across his face recalling the 5 minute rant angel went on about just how hot tanker was.

"i- what does that mean???"

"don't worry about"

babe:(set in a library near asher and babes apartment)

"baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabe im bored.." asher was starting to remember why he disliked libraries so much. they were everything he wasn't, quiet.

"asher i told you that you didn't have to come in with me today" asher's fiancé thick accent rang out quietly through the room. today babe had been called in the fill the last few minutes of someone's shift at the library because they had to go home early.

but before asher could reply the bell at the front door rings out as a very familiar head of white hair is spotted

"well hey there tanker, what you doin' here?" asher genuinely forgot that tank actually loved reading but he loved teasing (lovingly) them about it. "i could ask you the same thing, aren't you the one who constantly complains about libraries being boring or something?" tanker sarcastically shot back.

babes head wiped around breaking out of their concentration at the new voice. so this was the elusive 'super hot biker that comes in every Saturday', as their coworkers described them.

and that description was pretty accurate. they had sharp, half lidded eye that had this twinkle to them that made babe feel like they were in a ya novel when the made eye contact with the very attractive wolf. they some how have both a baby face and a nice sharp jawline and the same time. their hair was cut short and was slightly messy that made them some how even hotter. they were dressed in a lazy zip up hoodie and a band t-shirt along with the forbidden grey sweat pants.

they were hypnotic, alluring, fucking enchanting they wer-

"hey you good?" a deep rasping voice snaped them out of their own spiral. making them realize that A. they had been starring at poor confused wolf and B. asher had this all knowing, shit eating grin spread across his stupidly handsome face.

"o-oh right, um h-how can i help you?" shit their all flustered now and probably made tanker uncomfortable as well

"ive just come to return these." they answered noticeably not making eye contact with them, and thankfully. babe didn't now if the could keep together any longer if they had to keep looking at those bewitching eyes of theirs.

tanker heaves the stack of books they were holding onto the counter. "um o-oh y-yeah okay, let me just...." babe trailed off as they focused back to their work.

the transaction went by pretty fast with tank and Asher playfully bantering back and forth all the while babe processed the book returns. eventually all books were processed and tank was off on their way. Asher turns to them with the same shit eating grin on his face and states "aren't i glad you met me before tanker huh?"

sweetheart:(first day at high school, they're childhood besties)

"its okay, im sure this new family and school will really click with you!" sweethearts social worker had always been an optimistic women even though both of them knew the women was partially lying.

rita had been sweethearts social worker since they 6. so she most likely knew the whole song and dance of sh being forgotten and then eventfully returned. but she didn't know was that a new family meant new neglectful parents but it also meant new asshole kids and new neglectful teachers.

"sure..." to be entirly honest with you they weren't exactly excited, with the old bullies it was easy to predict and avoid. but with new bullies there was always a learning period and those always hurt the worst.

but eventually and much to sweethearts dismay they arrived to their final destination, met their new family and unpack their things into their "bedroom'. though you couldnt really call it a bedroom, it was more like mattress and night stand in an unfinished basement but they've had worse.

it took awhile but sleep came and went. they were up and out of the door by 5 am sharp, theyve made it a habit to not stick around and 'be a bother'. they sat down at the bus stop and got emersed into a book, the wait would be long after all.

they were so emersed they didn't notice the warm body that sat next to them. that was until of course that person fell asleep and start to let a soft snore. turning to look at them had sweetheart slightly fluster but also worry.

they had remarkably clear skin for a 15 year old and had short but shaggy hair that fell over and framed their face almost perfectly. but on the other hand they dressed and had the general demeaner of a typical bully. the cool and Grundy punk style they had to them though didn't come of as forced like alot of the others, it looked so natural and so good on them, well good enough to make sweethearts teenage heart flutter.

......okay that may have been a bit of a stretch since the person was asleep, but this was a good opportunity to scope out a possible danger that didn't with sweetheart getting pummeled... hopefully.

a sharp and admittedly cute snort interrupted sh's thoughts as that person woke up. there was a bleary almost adorably clueless look in their eyes as they but two and two together on where they were.

they looked around and made eye contact with sweetheart, then looked down at the book they had. and smiled...... but then quickly looked straight ahead

why did they have to be so. god. damn. gorgeous????

and what makes it worse (read as: better) was that they didnt even know any one knew about this book!!!

"u- um do you like this series?"

why did the say?!?!?! what compelled sweetheart to blurt that out in the most awkward way possibl-

"oh um, yeah its actually my favorite..." there was a slight nervous chuckle at the end of that sentence that made sh's heart sore in ways they never felt before.

the question and reply started an unlikely friendship between the two that no one, not even sweetheart saw coming. all because sh' thought the were pretty and liked the same book

lovely:(lovely was getting repairs done on their guitar when tank walks in)

this was the worst.....

lovely couldn't believe they had to sit here in this ironically quit music store. it was days like these they wish Vincent could go out into sunlight. it would mean at the very least they would have him there to bored along with them. but alas that wasn't the case.

they heard that this store in particular was good at repairs with instruments and had decent prices though. it was a small music shop that was decorated with history music, old expensive instruments lined the walls with a few poster of famous rock a metal idols along with them.

the only other person in the store with them was this older Hispanic man that looked like a much older Gómez Addams

suddenly the man shot up from his seat as soon as the shop bell ringed.

" aye!!! i havent seen in awhile where have you been lobo?!" the older Hispanic man that was working on their guitar asked with excitement towards the person

"ive been busy old man, i cant just hang around the shop all day like i did when i was kid." the deep raspy voiced stranger responded with amusement.

and when they came just a little close..... they just were so pretty???

lovely didnt even know if it was just the lighting or something but they were prettier than Vincent! and Vincent was stage 10 pretty boy but this random person in this small little music shop was prettier!?!? now dont get them wrong they love Vincent very much but for a brief moment they considered snapping a picture and asking Vincent for a polycule with this random but very attractive stranger. all the while the stranger was conversation with the old clerk while he works on lovely's guitar they were able to get a good look at them.

they well built but like in that really hot muscular with a layer of softness over the muscles that made them look both very strong but very huggable, the had soft short hair that lovely would've broken bones to run their had through. in their eyes there was this mysterious almost teasing look to them that had lovely hooked and all types of hot and bothered. everything about them was just so tantalizing.

the stranger or lobo as the store clerk called them had this aura around them that could only be described as playful but mysterious and those scars looked so good. lovely didn't know many people in real live make having scars so sexy-

" how did you fuck up this thing so bad??" the older clerk cries throwing his hands on his head in distress snapped them out of their small simping spiral. when looking at what the old man was talking about they saw a well used and loved bass sitting on the counter, guitar was already finished and set off to the side.

the body of the bass was slightly cracked and the strings looked like they were a tap away from snapping.

"I told you've i've been busy...." lobo trailed off almost ashamed of the state of their bass"

the older man only mumbled something in spanish about bullshit excuses and turned of to call out to lovely, telling them he's done with the repairs and told them the price. they paid and excited the building only catching the beginning of a likely very hefty scolding about the importants of bass care.

they immediately whipped out their phone once out of ear shot and called Vincent.

"vinney you will not believe i just saw someone prettier that you!!!"

okay thats it for now thxs for reading, srry for any spelling mistakes

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted darlin #redacted asher #redacted david #redacted rambles #redacted angel #redacted baaabe #redacted baabe #redacted lovely #redacted shaw pack #redacted sweetheart #redacted vincent #redacted vincent solaire

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beardedjoel · 10 months

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closer | part three

joel x f!reader. non-apocalypse au.

series masterlist | main masterlist | ao3

chapter summary: you try and avoid joel after your awkward kiss the other day, but it doesn’t take long for him to reel you right back in. 5.2k words.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, age difference (joel is 42 and reader is 25), inexperienced reader, joel being a menace, more flirting, it’s gonna go DOWN next chapter, reader wears a cropped shirt and jean shorts, reader is described only as having hair

a/n: i hope you are all enjoying this so far! i’m so sorry this chapter definitely ends on a bit of an evil cliffhanger <3

You’re officially hiding from Joel. You realize you’re a grown woman and should be acting more mature about this, but you can’t seem to help the embarrassment that you feel when you even think about seeing him again. You wonder what he must think of you - just some silly girl, afraid of a fucking kiss, that’s what he’s got to think.

You’ve done everything you can think of to stay out of his sight for the last day, although you haven’t noticed any activity over at his house this morning, so it’s safe to assume he’s working today.

The only interaction you’ve had with him was when you thought you’d caught his eye after you came out of your shower yesterday, wrapped in only a towel. You thought better of it, but you couldn’t help the little power trip that having him see you naked through your window gave you the last time. So, pretending you don’t see him, you drop the towel, parading around your apartment looking for something to wear for the day. You know it was probably too far away for him to see if you made eye contact, but you were careful to not look in his direction too much and give yourself away. You’d left the house with a smug smile, wanting to gain back a little of the power you felt you lost when you’d embarrassed yourself.

You try to keep yourself busy - starting your day with some shopping that’s supposed to be for your new apartment in Austin when you find one, but it ends up turning into clothes shopping, or more specifically, underwear shopping. You bite the inside of your lip, holding up different pairs of sexy underwear, tilting your head as you look at them. Sure, you own plenty of pairs already, but you’re feeling the urge to add to your collection, trying to convince yourself it has nothing to do with Joel despite the passing thoughts wondering which color he’d like to see on you. You decide to call Sofia, your best friend from back in Chicago while you’re ambling through the air conditioned stores, trying to stay out of the house as long as possible.

“So, if I’m hearing you right, you’re telling me that you're embarrassed because you two kissed? Didn’t you want to kiss him?” Sofia says into your ear, sounding incredulous.

“Ugh, it’s not that. It’s that I fucking jumped when he tried to put his hand on my ass, like some teenage virgin or something,” you groan.

“I think you’re overthinking it,” she tells you, “Like, it sounds like he was understanding, right?”

“I don’t know, I think so. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me, I just get crazy when I’m around him. I wish you could just see him and understand what I’m talking about.”

“Yeah, first of all, I can’t believe you haven’t taken any sneaky pics of him for me yet - it’s truly offensive as your best friend that you haven’t shown me apparently the hottest man alive yet,” Sofia starts, and you laugh. “Secondly, I think you need to just… move on from being embarrassed about it. I know that sounds harsh, but seriously, it sounds like he’s into you.”

“I don’t know… how could he be?” you muse, feeling insecure. You’ve just been unable to see what Joel could find alluring in you when he could have someone more put together, more attractive, less shy around him, the list goes on.

“You’re kidding me… you’re young, you’re hot, and did you already forget the part where he kissed you back and tried to grab your ass?”

You laugh. “Okay, you do have a point, Soph.”

“Of course I do. You’d better get back over there and kiss him again, and don’t even think about texting me or calling me again until you do,” she says, and you scoff in fake hurt. “Okay, not that last part, just kiss him, but please update me every 10 seconds because I miss you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I miss you too,” you say to her with a chuckle, before you wrap up your conversation, knowing she’s right, that it’s really not that big of a deal. You just hate how you feel like you’re constantly embarrassing yourself in front of Joel. By now, it’s the early evening, and you’ve managed to stay away for most of the day, avoiding both Joel and your own thoughts with some good old retail therapy and talking to Sofia.

You take your dinner outside, a grilled cheese and chips, your favorite summer meal since you were a kid, and sit down on a lounge chair. You sit cross legged with your plate and book in front of you, taking in the way the heat of the day has finally turned into that perfect, comfortable evening temperature. You see no sign of Joel, no lights on at his house, and decide to enjoy a few moments of solitude knowing he can’t spot you right now. You get completely lost in your reading, one of the few reprieves you have these days, so you fail to notice lights flickering on next door until a loud, rumbling laugh catches your attention.

You feel like a deer in headlights as you peer over at the source of the noise and see Joel emerging out of his back door, someone trailing closely behind him. He’s wearing what looks like work clothes, although you haven't seen him dress in a whole lot other than t-shirts and jeans, and he has a six pack of beer in one hand. The other man next to him bears some resemblance, the same dark hair and tan skin, although he has a more boy-ish appearance than Joel does, and you assume it’s his brother that he’d mentioned, Tommy.

You don’t know if you should move, run, or hide - a real classic flight or… flight situation. Luckily, it seems like Joel is occupied enough with his brother’s visit that his eyes haven’t made it over in your direction at all. You wonder if there’s an occasion, or they’re just having an after work beer, which you somehow find endearing, like everything else he does. They sit down on Joel’s patio table, supposed-Tommy sitting across from Joel, facing your direction. Good, this is good, you think, he doesn’t know who you are, so why would you catch his attention? You’re still trying to decide your next move, but find seeing Joel is a distraction from even that. You decide to try and sneak away without being noticed

“Hey,” Joel says, calling your name with a wave as you’re halfway up the stairs to your apartment. You groan internally, and grimace slightly before turning around. You’ve been spotted, and feel you have no choice but to engage now. You make it to the fence line between your yards, realizing you’re still awkwardly holding your empty dinner plate and book, and that combined with seeing Joel, turned around in his chair, looking at you, makes you already want to sprint away.

“Hi…” you say, trying to speak up but finding it hard right now.

“This is my brother, Tommy, the one I was tellin’ you about,” Joel says, and there’s something different about his voice, but you can’t quite place it yet. You furrow your brow, but then relax your face, not wanting to be rude. Tommy gives a little glance at you, and then Joel, as if trying to piece together why we’d been talking about him.

“Howdy,” Tommy says with a wave and a friendly smile. At the least, he seems disarming enough that your nerves are settled a bit.

“You joinin’ us for a beer, or what?” Joel says, and that’s when you place it. Joel’s is drunk, or at least tipsy. You think they must have had some beers prior to the six pack they’ve just started drinking. You’re not sure what to do with this information, how to feel about it, but you’re intrigued to see this side of Joel. Tommy, completely unaware of your pain, gives you a hopeful smile, urging you to come over.

“Um, yeah, sure,” you say, and the nervous pit that’s been living in your stomach for days lurches. You want to forget the other day happened, just be normal around Joel, and think that maybe having a drink could be a good start. “Hang on,” you add, holding a finger up before you run up to your apartment, discarding your plate and book, and run back out, not before double checking how you look in the mirror. You scowl a little, feeling like you look spent from your recent sleep deprivation.

You join them a few moments later, awkwardly settling yourself down into one of the chairs. Tommy pulls a bundle of keys out of his pocket, using his bottle opener keychain to crack open one of the beers and starts handing it in your direction before suddenly stopping.

“Wait. You old enough to drink this?” he asks, eyeing you suspiciously. You laugh, not entirely sure if you should feel flattered by the comment. If anything, it makes you feel even more self conscious about the kiss you and Joel shared, your cheeks warm and buzzing just at the memory.

“Oh, yeah, of course. I’m 25,” you respond, and you can see Joel’s gaze shoot over to you as the number comes out of your mouth. You knew he had to have been wondering your age, and while you assumed he had a likely guess, he’s never asked you directly. Tommy gives over the beer to you with a smile now, asking your name. You tell him and he tries to make casual conversation.

“So, I see you and my brother have gotten acquainted then. New neighbors?”

“Kind of,” you say, and you explain the situation with your parents to him.

Tommy laughs, looking over at Joel. “Imagine one of us, doin that with Mom and Dad… whew, we’d have gone crazy. They’re lucky they’ve got a good daughter like you,” he says kindly, and you decide you rather like Tommy now that you’ve met him. He has a welcoming, warm energy that you’re extra appreciative of right now.

Joel chuckles at his brother’s comment, looking between the both of you. “She’s an angel, this one,” Joel says, his gaze landing on you again, and giving a small wink. You smirk and humbly bow your head at their comments. Mostly, you need to get out of seeing Joel’s piercing brown eyes looking at you.

Tommy continues to ask you questions about your life - your time in college, growing up in San Antonio, what kind of hobbies you have. He’s a fun conversationalist, and he makes you feel listened to, looking at you with interest at every answer you throw at him. You manage to squeeze in a few questions of your own, but it seems like Tommy is more interested in hearing about you. Joel is mostly sitting back, listening, laughing here and there and throwing in some of his own comments. But every time you look over at him, it’s as if he’s just… absorbing you with his eyes, hanging on every word you’re saying about yourself. His stare is intimidating in its own way, and you find yourself equally averting it but unable to keep peeking over at him.

You’re now about two beers deep and can feel the light, warm feeling of it coursing through you. This isn’t so bad, after all, you think - you can totally be normal around Joel after your awkward, embarrassing encounter the other day. You’re lulled into a sense of security, enjoying this evening with the Miller brothers, watching them bicker here and there and just letting the conversation flow naturally. They both have a little color on their cheeks as they laugh hard at some inside joke and memory, your smile growing just at seeing how hard they’re laughing - it’s adorable, you think to yourself with a huge grin.

Your parents must have let Benny out in the yard, because he catches Tommy’s attention as he runs over to the fence line and barks at you, probably wondering what the hell you’re doing over there, and not at home with him.

“Now who’s that cute fella?” Tommy asks you, smiling at Benny wagging his tail and panting by the fence.

“That’s Benny, my parents’ dog,” you tell him.

“Ah…” Tommy says, looking over at Joel knowingly, then right at you. “So you’re the reason my brother was late the other day,” he says with a smirk. You are in the middle of sipping your beer, and you immediately choke at Tommy’s words, the bottle falling out of your hands as you cough. It lands on the table with a loud thud, beer going everywhere - on your clothes, on the table, even some spitting out of your mouth as you choke.

“Oh shit,” you yell out in between coughs, quickly jumping up and standing back, seeing the beer dripping off of you, a large puddle on the table. You’re suddenly very aware of just how tipsy you are from the almost two drinks you’ve had - you forget how much of a lightweight you are sometimes. “S-sorry,” you say, trying to brush some of the liquid off of your arms and shirt, but you just end up making a bigger mess.

Tommy and Joel jump up with little chuckles, quickly ready to begin cleaning up the mess. “S’alright darlin’,” Joel says quickly, “Bathroom’s inside and down to the left, why don’t you go clean yourself up a bit,” he suggests to you, while he and Tommy get to work cleaning the mess with the beach towel he still had outside from the other day when you two got caught in the rain.

You rush off into the house, beer dripping off of you, barely bothering to inspect Joel’s house despite desperately wanting to. The sun has gotten much lower in the sky since you arrived over at Joel’s, so his house is relatively dark, and you search down the hallway clumsily, finding your way to the bathroom. Once the light is on, you blink a few times to adjust, and quickly grab the nearest towel, dabbing your arms dry. It’s not much use, considering your clothes are pretty well soaked, but you wet the towel and try wiping your shirt down a bit anyway. You take a few extra moments to calm yourself, feeling slightly dizzy from the alcohol and the way Joel has been stealing glances at you all evening. One more deep breath and you decide you’ll leave the bathroom, excuse yourself, and head back home to shower and change. Does Tommy know? Your brain is running off with the idea quickly before even having all of the information. Maybe he just meant the part about Joel’s injury, but you can’t help but picture that little smirk he had on his face. Fuck, you can’t stay, you can’t take it anymore, being around Joel like this after knowing what it felt like to kiss him, having Tommy seeming to know about it.

You open the door, steady your feet slightly, and turn down the hallway, and Joel is standing in the shadows, waiting for you. It causes you to jump a little, seeing his broad form just standing, leaning a shoulder against the wall.

“Oh, uh, I can grab some more towels, to help clean up,” you offer, unsure of what he’s trying to do right now, but Joel doesn’t seem to hear you or care, and he approaches you quickly, crowding his body close to you and you end up with your back against the nearest wall. Joel is standing practically up against you, but his hands are still at his sides. He’s trying so hard not to touch you, to grab your hips and pull them against his. to cup your face and crash his mouth into yours. Fuck, he’d said to himself that he was going to let you come to him, but he can’t help it as his hand twitches towards you.

“You’ve been avoidin’ me, pretty girl,'' Joel says, and he’s slurring a little. He didn’t seem that drunk to you, maybe just buzzed, enough that he’s coming off slightly different than normal. Hearing him call you ‘pretty girl’ sends you speechless, as his pet names always seem to do.

“I - I -“ you stutter, unsure of how to answer. You have been avoiding him, but don’t know how to tell him that, since it seems childish now that you’re faced with it. His large body is pressed so close to yours and you desperately want to lean into it, your mind scrambling completely at the proximity of him.

“S’okay, sweet girl,” he slurs, sending another pulse of desire through you with another new pet name. His hands slowly come up and rest on your waist, the feeling of his strong hands wrapped around either side of you sends what feels like a jolt of electricity through you.

”I just can’t stay away… said I would, but look at you,” he says, letting his tipsy brain spill all his thoughts as he looks down at you, glancing up and down your body and resting his eyes on your face. “Just tell me what you want, ‘cause I know what I want,” he says teasingly, his voice going lower.

“And… What do you want?” you finally muster the courage to ask him, lifting your eyes to search his face. You find his dark eyes staring back, lustful and heavy lidded. You gulp down the excited, panicky feeling you seem to continuously get around him and feel your stomach churning with desire.

Joel hums low, the sound deep and suggestive, followed by a small chuckle, pressing his forehead to yours delicately. One hand reaches up from your waist and gently touches your arm, and you can tell he’s holding back, practically restraining himself as his breathing quickens along with your own.

“You need me to say it?” Joel asks, “Need to hear me say what I wanna do to you?” He groans a little, his hands tightening on your hip and your arm where he’s holding them, pulling you a bit closer to him.

Your breath catches in your throat a little and you don’t know when, but you’ve started shaking slightly with anticipation. You feel the familiar aching between your legs once Joel’s body is pressed even closer to yours. You can smell the beer and the musk of him as you lean your head slightly, causing your nose to nudge his as you nod slightly, awaiting his answer. You’re curious to know exactly what he wants to do to you, and in fine detail.

Joel takes a breath in to answer, but a sound from down the hallway towards the kitchen takes you both out of the moment - someone clearing their throat. You gasp and try to leap back from Joel, but the wall is right there, still leaving you at Joel’s mercy. Joel pulls back, but only slightly, as if he doesn’t care that Tommy is standing right there, watching all of this.

“Just came for some paper towels, but I see I’m… interrupting something,” Tommy says cooly, and his tone isn’t like you’d heard before, it’s much less warm and genial. He’s upset, you realize, and you think maybe he has every right to be, knowing how young you are compared to his brother.

“I- I’m so sorry,” you mumble, and to whom you’re apologizing, you’re not even sure. You start to slide out from under Joel’s form, still so dangerously close to you, and his hand falls from your arm, letting you go. “I should, I should go…” you mumble as you brush past him and start rushing towards Tommy to cut through the kitchen to the back door. You stop abruptly, awkwardly near Tommy and without looking him in the eyes, say, “It was nice meeting you,” before making a beeline for the back door. What the fuck had just happened? you think to yourself over and over as you burst through the door to your apartment, standing with your back against it for several moments to try and collect yourself.

“Jesus Christ, Joel, I was joking about her being the reason you were late,” Tommy chides, leaning back against the counter in Joel’s kitchen. “I didn’t realize… whatever the hell that was… was going on.”

Joel sighs, running a hand down his face, his buzz quickly wearing off at his younger brother’s scolding. “Tommy, it’s not anything. I’m gonna need you to mind your damn business for once in your life,” Joel retorts, feeling frustration rising up quickly in his chest.

“Right, just forget I saw that? She’s 25, Joel.” Tommy sets down the beer he was holding on the counter next to him and crosses his arms.

“It’s not that big of a deal, she’s just sweet on me, I think. I was a little drunk and she was… just there,” Joel replies, knowing his argument is weak, falling apart by the minute.

“And so you’re just, what? Egging her on for the fun of it? It ain’t a game, Joel.” Tommy’s tone is getting more serious, gearing up for an argument with his brother.

“God damn it, I realize that, Tommy,” Joel says, his voice rising dramatically. Tommy cocks his head, his eyebrows drawn, studying his brother as the realization begins to dawn on him.

“You don’t… Joel tell me you don’t have feelings for her.” Tommy sighs, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger.

“You don’t think I know it’s wrong? That I wanna be with someone nearly twenty years younger? Fucking hell, brother, I know it.”

“Shit…” Tommy says simply, at a loss for words right now. They stand in an awkward silence, Joel shifting from one leg to another, unsure of where to even go next with this conversation.

“Look, I’ve been trying. To avoid it, that is. Really hard, I’m trying…” Joel trails off, and Tommy looks over at him again, a softer look in his eyes now that he’s coming down from his anger.

“But…” Tommy urges him on.

“Seems you already know. Don’t know if I can stop seein’ her,'' Joel shrugs.

“Listen, you know I’ve done my fair share of stupid shit in my life so I’m not one to talk. She’s a sweet gal, though, and you shouldn’t be fuckin’ around with her like that.”

Joel sighs even more deeply. “I know you aren’t gonna believe me when I say this, but… I want to treat her right, Tommy. It’s not a game to me, swear.”

Tommy looks over at his brother skeptically. Sure, he believes his brother, but can Joel really follow through on that? He isn’t so sure. “My advice? Stay away from her,” Tommy says with finality, taking another swig from his beer.

“Good thing I didn’t ask for your advice,” Joel says quickly, narrowing his eyes at him.

“Why do you care so much, Joel? You don’t need to be messing with a young girl’s life, drag her into your shit.”

“First off, it seems she’s interested in me, and she knows she’s not my age, she ain’t stupid. She can make her own decisions.” Joel crosses his arms and stares his brother down.

“And secondly…?”

“She’s a sweet girl, kind, funny, and…beautiful, of course, but that’s besides the point, I think. Somethin’ about her… I can’t explain, Tommy.”

“So it’s more than just wanting to fuck her?” Tommy says, still suspicious of Joel’s intentions.

“I don’t know yet, if I’m honest,” Joel starts, scratching the back of his neck. “I think so. But we haven’t…” Joel admits before he can stop himself, feeling a little color creep onto his cheeks. Tommy sighs again, his frustration still palpable, but he breaks a little bit.

“Jesus, Joel,” Tommy breathes out, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If you’re not going to listen to me, just be careful, please?”

“I will,” Joel says firmly, and he means it. He doesn’t have any intention of hurting you, or messing with your life. He does want to fuck you, very badly, in fact, but he’s pretty sure it’s more than that at this point - he wants to spend time with someone sweet like you, someone who is kind and generous and loving. He’s found during the conversations this evening that he’s more attracted to you than even he realized, and he knows that Tommy is right, he’s completely fucked up for wanting to be with you like that. He knows deep down that his brother’s advice is sound, but after seeing you giggling all evening at their jokes, hearing the passion with which you talk about your hobbies and life, getting close enough to breathe in your delicious scent again, he knows he’s absolutely doomed. There’s no staying away from you.

Mortified doesn’t even begin to cover it. You want nothing more than to hide away forever, and yes, you realize you’re being dramatic, but having Tommy walk in on you and Joel all over each other wasn’t how you’d wanted to end your evening. You practically felt like you’d gone home with your tail between your legs, and you’ve been moping around for the last hour after you’d showered the beer off and changed into your pajamas. A quiet knock on your door before it opens alerts you, and you look up from your bed to see your mother coming in.

“Sorry to bother you, honey,” she starts, stepping tentatively into the room. You sit up on the bed and try to give her your best smile.

“No, that’s alright, mom, what’s up?” you say, your own voice coming out a bit strained sounding to you. She eyes you a little suspiciously, but decides to continue on.

“Just wanted to say hi,” she says, smiling at you, and you realize you’ve been so preoccupied with your own shit that you’ve barely bothered to check in on them when they are home from work. “And I’d just meant to say thank you the other day for fixing that cabinet. You know it was driving me nuts,” she says, straightening up some pillows and blankets on the couch before sitting down. You pause for a moment, debating on what Joel had said about you taking credit, but it felt… awkward to lie about.

“Actually, it was uh, Joel… Miller from next door,” you admit sheepishly, worried about any follow up questions she might have. You’re not a great liar, and you worry she would see right through you if you tried to hide the way just talking about him makes you giddy, despite the conflict regarding him raging through you right now.

“Oh?” she says, urging you to continue with her head tilting. Your mom’s eyebrows are raised, and she looks absolutely enraptured by what you’re going to say next. She’s a sucker for random acts of kindness, you know.

“He saw me trying to fix the gate, and then asked if there was anything else we needed help with, so… yeah. He works as a contractor, I guess, so he knew what he was doing. Unlike me.” Your face lights up a little just talking about him but the room is dimly lit enough you think it might hide it from her.

“We’ll have to thank him. That’s awfully nice, isn’t it?” your mom says with a smile, suddenly getting up. “Let me make him something, some cookies, oh, or a pie, and you can bring it over,” she rambles mostly to herself, already halfway to the door to put her plan to action. You groan - she is absolutely insane, thinking about making a whole pie at seven thirty in the evening, you think, rolling your eyes. The thought quickly strikes you that it would be a good excuse to see Joel again if you had a reason to go over to his place, and your heart rate picks up a bit. Maybe it would help, you think, if you were able to just try and talk things out with him. You haven’t stopped thinking about the question he’d asked you earlier - to tell him what you want.

You think you finally have your answer. You know exactly what you want, and you’re pretty sure that you’re feeling brave enough to tell him tonight. You’re tired of hiding, of feeling too embarrassed to even look at him. You need things to progress one way or another, you decide.

You follow your mom back to the main house, helping her in the kitchen, and about thirty minutes later she has fresh chocolate chip cookies out of the oven and is plating them up with you. Your mother never ceases to amaze you when she gets into a mood like this - she’s one of the most efficient people you’ve ever met. She hands you the cookies with a smile, urging you to go deliver them now.

“It’s kind of late, don’t you think?” you ask, wanting to make sure you don’t seem too eager.

She frowns a little as she glances at the clock. “I don’t know…” she says, and you can see the familiar overthinking anxiety taking over her instantly.

“That’s alright, mom, I got this. I’ll just run them over right now, I think he stays up kind of late, I’ve seen him out in the yard past eight o'clock before,” you reassure her, half for your own reasons, you think with a hint of guilt.

“Oh, good, thank you, honey,” your mom replies, a relieved grin coming over her face. “I just want to make sure we get off to a good start with our neighbors.” You almost laugh, thinking she doesn’t have to worry about that too much with the things you’re hoping to do with him.

“I’ll probably head back to the apartment and get some sleep after, so we’ll talk tomorrow, okay?” you tell her. You want to have an excuse if in case, and the thought alone makes you want to squeal, anything happens that keeps you at Joel’s longer than they’d expect you to be there.

You leave out the back door, quickly rushing up to your apartment to change your clothing and get ready. You put on your favorite cropped tank top, tight around your chest, and it’s in a blue color that you think looks great on you. You choose your shortest pair of jean shorts for the bottom of your ensemble, feeling a little ridiculous putting on as little clothing as possible for him. You rush to your mirror, tousling your hair a bit to make sure it looks in place. You can’t believe you’re doing this for what’s supposed to be a quick visit, but you dab on a bit of makeup - some mascara and a hint of blush, just to give you a fresh look. You take a deep breath and smooth your hair one more time before leaving down the stairs, making your way to the front of Joel’s house. You have to do this before you lose your nerve, you think to yourself, mentally urging your shaking hand forward. You inhale one more time before knocking on the door, feeling your stomach flipping with anticipation as it starts to open.

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Christmas Time to Me

Pairing: Duke! Henry Cavill x Reader

Word Count: Less than the last one, ok?

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT, Explicit description of graphic sex. Read at your own risk. All errors my own. Pining, angst, young pregnancy, Henry is someone’s father, I am writing about British nobility and I am not British, jet lag, reader has a slight inferiority complex, definite ‘Sir’ kink, Dom thoughts, bratty behavior. Oral (both receiving) nipple, play, rough sex, size kink, cow girl, face sitting, p in v (wrap that up). Whew, this was quite different than the tender scene I thought to write.

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask from @ysmmsy found here. Let me know if you liked it, love. ❤️

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Good afternoon my Dear Professor. What do you think about the latest hullabaloo about the British Museum. Do you think they should return all artifacts? It would empty everything out.

Your alarm went off and you yawned and stretched, then reached for your phone, trying not to have any expectations. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you saw a text waiting there from 12 minutes ago, 6:48 am Houston time.

Good morning, Sir. You know very well what I think about that. I could give a rat’s ass about the BU’s inventory.

Lol, I agree, just wanted to get your blood flowing on this beautiful chilly noon day, mate.

You squirmed at the innocent words. He sure did get your blood flowing, to interesting places. And from just a friendly text.

Thank you, Sir. But it’s a nice balmy morning here in Houston. Now go eat lunch!

Henry grinned.

I will. I am looking forward to seeing you and Junie in a couple of days.

Somehow, you could see Henry’s smile through the phone.

I’m excited. I will do professor stuff while you and Junie are hanging out.

Thank you for the consideration, but there is no question that I will leave you alone for a second.

The authoritative tone reached you over 5,000 miles. You shivered, then shook it off.

🙄 Okay, Sir. I have to shower. See you in a couple of days.

You put your phone back on your charger as you shook your head, knowing that you would think of him while you were getting clean.

Henry stared at the text for a long time, his lunch stuck in his throat. He needed to take a drink of water, suddenly very thirsty. His pants got tighter at his desk as he imagined you all wet in the shower. And you calling him ‘Sir’ did things to him. You affected him in a myriad of ways with one text.

“Christ, Y/N,” growled Henry to himself as he rubbed the bulge in his now tighter pants.

He ran his hand through his curls, trying to think of how he would both be appropriate with you in front of Juniper-Rose, and get beyond this friend zone you’d put him in.

Your ‘friend’ was actually a member of British nobility, Henry William Dalgliesh Cavill, the 12th Duke of Jersey, but one who worked at a non-profit for climate change. Your research on Britain’s role on colonialism and world oppression and his activist heart connected you on an intellectual level. He was tall, hot, and a little bit nerdy, just your type.

Too bad that he was your best friend’s baby daddy.

The first time you saw Henry, there was an instant attraction, at least on your side. He was gorgeous, bright blue eyes happy and full of kindness. He looked at you with an appreciation that you recognized from a man, but there was nothing offensive in his gaze.

Junie was literally bouncing in his arms, and his smile was ear to ear for his toddler. He seemed full of girl-dad joy and it was obvious that he was wrapped around her tiny little finger. Of course that made him even more alluring.

You tried to keep from swooning every time you saw Henry, as he grew up from slim-thick twenty something to grown and sexy hunk of a thirty something. Every time you saw him, he got sexier. And your body reacted more.

But girl code, and the fact that you were sure that he was still in love with Jasmine even though they were not together, prevented you from sharing your feelings.

You settled for debates whenever he was in town, which morphed into emails, which changed into friendly texts. He spent all of his available time in Houston with Junie, your goddaughter (christened Marion Eleanor Juniper-Rose Cavill), so the talk was light and passing, and you didn’t want to intrude on Daddy/Daughter time. Smiles and electronic chatter was the entirety of your relationship with Henry. Or so you thought.

You couldn’t, and shouldn’t want for anything more.

Jasmine was always the brightest star in your friend group. To you, she was always just a little bit cuter, prettier, popular and brighter than you, becoming a Rhodes Scholar and jetting off to Britain at 17, while you only earned a National Merit and stayed at home in Houston to attend Rice University.

You two stayed close, communicating every day, you reveling in her adventures studying Economics at Oxford during the week and partying in London on the weekends. You lived vicariously, internalizing the stories Jazz told you as you lived your quiet academic life at Rice with your quiet boring boyfriends.

She casually dropped the news about Henry and the fact that he was a Duke, stating that he was bored of his life of duty and privilege. They kept it fun and casual. Until Jasmine turned up pregnant during her senior year.

Even though they were young starting out, Jasmine and Henry were wonderful co-parents. The only difficulty in the arrangement was that neither Henry nor Jasmine would, or could, give up their lives 5,000 miles apart. Despite his obligations, distance was no barrier for Henry. He would fly over at the drop of a hat for his daughter.

One memorable occasion was when Junie broke her arm playing soccer at eight years old and had to have surgery. You almost hyperventilated when you ran into Henry, who was on Jasmine’s doorstep a day later looking tired and worried. He was very, very handsome, but he was not checking for you. It was all about Juniper-Rose, as he called her. And probably Jasmine too.

The next years of Junie’s life were filled with regular visits to Britain and from her father. Henry came to the States every summer for Junie’s birthday and took her back to Britain for a few weeks. Jasmine took her to London every Christmas, using the opportunity for her work in Economics and to catch up with her European friends.

So here it was, Junie’s 14th Christmas, and you were recruited (by Jasmine of course) to escort her to visit her father on her yearly holiday visit to Britain. Except Junie refused to go this year. Something about wanting to be with her friends who were going to Mexico. And so you wound up being convinced (by Jasmine of course) to go alone. For the entire eight hour flight, you lamented the fact that you did something that you normally don’t: go with the flow

When you landed at Heathrow on December 23rd, you expected a driver to be waiting for you, but what actually happened was surprising. There was Henry, with a small smile, holding up a placard with your name.

You stopped for a moment, heart beating erratically, not expecting this at all. Henry gazed at you as you collected yourself and moved toward him. His smile grew incrementally as you got closer.

“Hullo.”

His baritone held early morning gruffness and was making you feel some kind of way.

“Hello Henry, I mean Sir…I mean Mr. Cavill…Your Grace...”

You felt like you had to curtsey, and you were tongue tied. Meeting Henry in England was different from talking to him on the phone, or texting. Then, you could pretend that he was a regular person, not British nobility and the real-life embodiment of your fantasies.

Henry’s eyes dilated when you called him ‘Sir,” but then he blushed and looked down, then back up at you to correct you quietly, but firmly.

“Henry is fine. Welcome to London.”

God, you were wet.

“Thank you. I.. I didn’t think that you would meet me personally, I mean, knowing that Junie wasn’t here.”

Henry’s smile dropped.

“Juniper-Rose and I spoke, and I am disappointed, but hopeful that she will join us. But I had to come greet you. To thank you for… for everything that you do for my daughter. And for me.”

Henry held your gaze for as long as you would allow before you flushed and turned your eyes to the floor. He was so god damned beautiful.

“No… no.. problem. I love that little girl.”

Henry reached for your carryon, brushing your fingers with his. You felt electricity down your spine as he started walking toward the exit.

“My driver, Benjamim, will get your other bags.”

You chuckled.

“So you do have a driver…” Henry cocked his head at the comment, wondering what was going on in that head of yours.

“Of course. I told you. I wanted to meet you myself. You are a very special person to me.”

You did not, for a moment, believe that he really meant that. It was simply British politeness.

“And I told you. What I do for Junie, I will do forever. She is like my own.”

You did not want Henry to be nice to you out of obligation.

“And that is part of why I… That is why I have to thank you.”

You were quiet, wondering what this outpouring of communication and sentiment was owed to. You zoned out as you were waiting for the car, staring off into space as you bit your lip. Was Henry trying to get back with Jasmine? Is that why he met you at the airport? What was the reason?

You sighed when you realized that you were giving yourself a headache overthinking, and you realized that you hadn’t had any caffeine yet this day.

Henry interrupted your thoughts with a chuckle.

“You’re overworking that mind of yours, Professor.”

You made a face as he laughed again.

“Come, we’ll get you settled and get you some tea and allow you to rest. Then, tonight, we’ll go out and witness Christmas Time in London.”

“That is just the ticket. Thank you again, Sir Cavill.”

You gave Henry your full smile and a little curtsey this time, and you could see Henry’s smile falter. He cleared his throat and opened the door of the SUV for you. You got in, relaxed in the luxurious seats, and was asleep before Henry and Benjamin got your bags in the car.

As the car rolled along into London, Henry watched you sleeping. You were beautiful, unguarded and soft. He knew that you didn’t know how gorgeous you were and that you constantly compared yourself to Jasmine. For him, there was no comparison. The first time he saw you, it was like he was struck by lightning. At that time, he thought it was unlucky. Only with time and maturity did he realize that he could make his own luck. With you.

You awoke as the car pulled into a drive of a beautiful, large white building. It was almost like a castle. Henry was staring and you stared back, disoriented at first. You looked around.

“Is this the hotel?”

Henry smiled at you.

“It’s my home.”

You smiled back at him.

“It’s beautiful. Will Benjamin be taking me to my hotel after this?”

“I was hoping you would stay here… those were the plans when Juniper- Rose was coming and I… “

Your mouth was hanging open and Henry’s heart sank.

“Of course, I’ll get you a hotel…”

You felt bad. Henry had done an awful lot for you.

“No need! I’d love to stay here. You are too kind.”

Henry looked troubled.

“Y/N, I…”

“Yes?”

“Never mind. Let’s get you settled.”

Your suite of rooms were gorgeous. It was basically a little flat, with a sitting room, en suite and a huge four poster bed, and roaring fireplace.

As soon as you were in your suite, tea was delivered. You are something, took a shower and then rested, letting everyone know you had landed. You were due to get dinner with Henry at 7 PM London time. You decided to nap some more to get over your jet lag. You needed to clear your head of all of your anxious thoughts, and sleep always helped.

It seemed your dreams were filled with thoughts of Henry as well. You woke up warm and wet, as well as dismayed that you were going to be with him in England for so long with this yearning need and no way to satisfy it. You were glad that you had packed your small toy. You needed some relief before you saw him again, or you were liable to jump his bones.

When you came down the stairs at 6 pm, you took Henry’s breath away. You were dressed in a bright red sweater which showcased your cleavage and form fitting black pants that showed all of your curves. Your face was slightly flushed and your smile was shier than this morning. He just wanted to take you in his arms when you reached the bottom stair.

“You look Lovely, Y/N.”

Henry’s eyes shone at you. Damn, he was being so nice.

“How do you feel?”

“Well. I think I’ve done my best to fast forward my body to Londont time. Ready to go!”

You moved to put your coat on, and Henry took it, his fingers brushing your neck as you were getting it settled. He felt your slight shiver as he let his fingers linger just a moment. He had a little bit of hope.

You took him in. Henry had changed from his pullover and joggers that he had on in the morning to a broadcloth shirt unbuttoned at the neck and with sleeves rolled up. He was in dress pants and shoes, and his hair looked combed but run through with fingers. You wished you could play in those curls. You stared for what seemed like forever until Henry cleared his throat and offered his arm.

“Are you ready to see the sights?”

“I sure am, Your Grace.”

Henry rolled his eyes and shook his head

“Stop. If anything, I should be on my knees for you.”

“What?”

You didn’t quite believe that you heard him correctly. He smiled.

“Nothing, let’s go.”

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You were absolutely charmed all night. Henry showed you around London sights at sunset and a dinner at Cafe Cecilia. You talked with Henry like you were old friends, and you were, in your way.

Any anxiety you had about Jasmine was erased from your mind with the good food, good wine, and good conversation, mostly about you. If you didn’t know any better, you would think this was a date.

When you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, you didn’t see Henry checking out your ass in your slacks, you just saw how happy you were in the mirror when you washed your hands, you tried to tell yourself to calm down, that he wasn’t into you at all.

Meanwhile, Henry was wiping his hands on his slacks, trying to quiet his own nerves. Your conversations over the years stuck with Henry, and he played them over and over in his mind. When it got to the point that he was replaying how your mouth looked, your curves that his eyes couldn’t help but trace, and the erotic dreams he had about you, Henry had to admit to himself that he had more than just friendly feelings for you.

When he looked up and saw you coming back to the table, his erratic heartbeat and the fact that he could swear that your nipples were erect and pointing right at him, made him decide to tell you how he felt. That night.

An hour and a half later, you were looking over the night skyline with Henry in the private London Eye pod he rented when he spoke to you, barely above a whisper. His voice was hesitant and gruff. And sexy as hell.

“Y/N. I think I… I do.. I feel for you very deeply.”

You turned to him, butterflies loose in your belly.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Come on, Y/N. Exactly how much more hinting do I have to do? I am absolutely besotted with you. I told Jasmine how I felt months ago.”

Henry was looking at you, with those beautiful blue eyes determinedly fixed upon you as you paced before him inside the capsule. It was not lost upon you the fact that his eyes were taking in the entirety of your figure. The backdrop of the lights of the city surrounding you from atop the Eye made the scene that much more romantic.

But you didn’t feel romantic. You felt incredulous.

Henry stood up from the bench in the middle of the pod.

“Y/N. I text you every morning..”

“But that’s just your lunch time.”

“I call you my Dear Professor..”

“That’s… that’s just a British thing, like Sherlock Holmes..”

Henry raised his eyebrow at you and looked stern.

“Y/N. I think about you all the time. I am constantly thinking of how to tell you how I feel and now that you are here, in front of me, I’ve decided to just say it.”

You stared at him.

“Well.”

Henry sighed, frustrated.

“Well. I have deep feelings for you.”

“I can’t believe… you did all this. For me?You hardly know me.”

“Don’t start this again. I want to get to know you.”

“Are you trying to get next to Jasmine again?”

Henry threw his hands up.

“What has this got to do with her?”

“Everything has to do with her!”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Yes, it does.”

Henry was mad.

“Tell you what. Forget I said anything.”

“Fine.”

“Great.”

You two sat in the pod in silence for the next 15 minutes until the ride was done. Henry was texting on his phone and by the time you disembarked, Benjamin was waiting with the car.

You were despondent as you drove back to Henry’s place. You watched him glaring out of the window and thought you’d certainly blew your chance.

“Good night, Y/N.”

Henry breezed by you as you entered the house. You said goodnight to his back as he went up the stairs.

Yep. You blew it.

30 minutes later, Henry was tossing and turning, fighting the urge to go to your rooms and fuck you into submission. You needed to be tied up and… Needless to say that Henry was not getting a good sleep thinking of all the ways he could try and make you understand.

You were nowhere near sleep. The nap earlier and the time difference had you wide awake. As well as thoughts of Henry.

After an hour and a half, you found yourself in the hallways looking for Henry’s rooms. As you crept down a passageway, a door opened on your right.

Henry, sexy as hell in pajama bottoms and curly chest hair, glared down at you.

“What are you doing?”

The question was terse, and you felt the chill. He was still mad.

“I was thinking…”

You bit your lip as you looked up at him, and Henry melted a bit. But just a bit.

“That’s the problem. You think too much.”

“I know…”

You found yourself playing the brat and moving closer to him as he guarded his doorway.

“But I wanna know what you think.”

Henry sighed.

“What I think about what?”

His raised eyebrow indicated that he was about done with you. You feared a spanking. And that made you smile.

“What do you think about when you think of me…”

Henry blinked and pursed his lips. But he didn’t hesitate for long.

“I think about how smart you are, how funny. I think about how our conversations make me think. And I wonder what goes on in that head of yours.”

You lifted your chin to look him in the eye. Henry returned your gaze, then allowed his eyes to follow the form of your body in your thin t-shirt and short shorts.

Henry’s jaw clenched and he seemed to take a step back. You pursued him, stepping forward.

“Is that all?”

You felt more confident now, and your sultry voice was barely above a whisper. Henry had to concentrate not just to listen, but to hold himself back.

“You don’t want to know.”

“Don’t I?”

You kept moving forward until you were toe to toe with Henry.

“Tell me all your thoughts. Even the naughty ones. Especially the naughty ones. I wanna know what goes on in that head…”

You reached up on tip toes and ran your fingers through his hair, brushing the curls back that had fallen into his face.

Henry grabbed you by the waist and pulled you flush to him, so that you could feel his burgeoning erection.

“I’ve got to kiss you first.”

And he did.

His lips pressed against yours, lightly, rubbing across yours, then he opened his mouth and his tongue tipped out and traced your cupid’s bow. Then he took your bottom lip and nipped lightly, causing you to gasp and as you did so, he claimed your mouth. He suckled your tongue, ruining your panties as his hands slipped down and grabbed your ass. You were breathless as he pulled away.

You looked up into his hungry eyes as they blazed blue fire.

“I think about that. Kissing those lips, feeling this beautiful body. I think about your breasts, what color your areolas, how they would taste. I dream about how your ass would feel. I think about lying between these thighs and having you sit on my face. God, Y/N…”

His long fingers squeezed your bottom and pulled your cheeks apart. The sound and feel of your wetness set Henry’s soul on fire. You whimpered in his clutches.

“Is it possible that you want me as much as I want you?”

Henry tried to peer into your soul.

“If not, tell me now, and I will not bother you again. But if there is some chance…. by God, I want you, Y/N….”

“Henry I…”

He was waiting for word from you. You moved your hands from Henry’s chest down to his cock, which was large and throbbing between you.

“Henry, I want you too.”

“So you want to do this? With me?”

“Exactly how much more hinting do I have to do? Fuck me, Sir.”

Henry smiled as he hauled you backward into his room. He sat down on the bed and you climbed up onto his lap, grinding together through your night clothes as he pulled your hair back and attacked your neck with kisses and bites. His other hand went up your shirt to weigh your breast and roll and pinch your nipple.

He bared his teeth in enjoyment as you squirmed on him.

“So so reactive for me, does that feel good, yeah?”

You panted and nodded yes, caught up in the energy of the moment.

He slapped your nipple hard. You keened and shouted, “Yes, oh yesssss.”

You felt his cock throb.

“Just as I thought. You’re a naughty little girl. My naughty little girl now…”

Henry dipped below your t-shirt and started sucking your nipple hard and nipping at it as you desperately tried to find friction on your clit. You hastily pulled off your shirt, then tried to put your hand down your pants.

“Ah ah ah. Don’t touch.”

Henry captured your hand and bent it behind your back, bending you backward as he turned around and deposited you on your back.

“So so beautiful.”

He bent over you and ran first his hands, then his lips and then his tongue over your areolas, grinding into you again. Your legs bent around him, trying to lock him into the friction against your nub. Your whines got to him and you watched as he took off his shirt.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Need you, Henry.”

“Need you too, love. I’ve been waiting for this for years.”

You reached for his pants.

“Give it to me, Sir. Please Sir, Please.”

“Fuck. You sure you want it?”

You started rolling your own nipples and you arched your back as you let your legs fall apart.

“Most definitely. Sir.”

Henry’s eyes were mesmerized, drawn to your core and your weeping, wet cunt. He automatically pulled down his pants and his huge thick cock slapped him on his stomach.

“I am so weak for you.”

You wanted him even weaker so you sat up and tested his weight in your palm. You looked up at him as you wet your lips.

“Wanna taste you. Can I, Your Grace?”

You pecked his dripping tip and let the string of precum stretch to your lips from the head of him as you gently played with his balls. Henry’s voice was impossibly deeper now.

“You may…ughhhhhhhh.”

You slipped your lips around him and drew him into your mouth, using your tongue to circumnavigate him. You had to hinge your mouth open wide to take his girth. You knew your jaw was going to be sore in the morning.

“Naughty, sweet naughty girl. Do you like to get your face fucked? Oooohhh, fuuuck!”

Henry’s hips started moving as his fingers pulled your nipples.

“I wanted the first time to be sweet and tender, but you… you are better than my wildest dreams. And I do mean wild.”

Henry fisted your hair and held you to him, forcing your throat open with his thick member and causing you to gag. After a few seconds, he let go, but you stayed down, causing him to curse.

“Bloody hell, you’re going to make me cum down your throat.”

“Ummmm hmmmm.”

You answered as you pulled off, messy with spit and pre cum. Henry’s eyes were alight as he bent down to grab your thighs and toss you back on the bed.

“You’re trying to get properly fucked, but I need to taste you first.”

He lay down beside you and grabbed you again, palming your ass in his hands as he maneuvered your legs around his shoulders. His hands were your seat as he prepared to eat you like some decadent fruit. He brought you to his mouth and his eyes watched you as he tasted you. They rolled back as if in rapture and he dove in, fully suckling and laving you.

Henry stopped long enough to say, “Sit down!” because you were trying not to put your full weight on him.

When he pulled you down on his face, his tongue went deep inside you as he nibbled at your clit. His tongue was so skillful that your legs drew up around his head and your thighs started shaking.

You pulled at his hair and started begging.

“Stop, please stop. Henry. Sir. I’m gonna… I’m… ahhhhh!”

When you came, and released into his mouth, you tried to climb off of him, but he held you fast, eyes dark with warning.

When he came up for air, Henry grinned at you.

“Now’s the time to split you open, Love.”

He literally grabbed you and positioned you above his pelvis. You knew what to do from there and you watched as he positioned himself so that you could slide down around him. You looked up at him as you bend your thighs so that his tip could breach your entrance.

“You feel as good as you taste.”

Licked his lips as you slid down around him slowly, his thick cock difficult to take. The stretch almost took you out, but your wetness helped you out. You felt unimaginably filled to the brim with Sir Henry Cavill.

“So fucking tiny, Love. You feel so good, my naughty little girl.”

You whimpered as you stayed still to adjust to him, and as you grabbed his hand to feel himself inside your abdomen. His eyes got wide.

“Such a tight fit. D’you feel me? Feel me inside there?”

His cock throbbed and he started to move a little, eyes dilating as you winced.

“Does it hurt, Love?”

“Y-y-es Sir. Only a little.”

You bit your lip as Henry spit on his thumb and started working your clit.

“Don’t worry, Love. I’ll make it feel better.’

“Hnnnghhhh. Ohhhh!”

Your back bowed as Henry pistoned inside you, and the pain turned to pure pleasure. Henry sat up and held your arms behind your back with one hand, and man handled your breast with the other. He suckled your nipple through his fingers and then gave you a filthy kiss.

“Do you want to be mine?”

“Hnnnhhh. Yes. Yes. Sir.”

“Good girl. You know what to say already.”

He gave you a sweet peck on your lips as he pinches your nipple. Hard. That caused you to shatter, and you came around his cock.

Henry looked down.

“Look at that cunt. Pulling me in so greedily.”

He looked back up at you.

“Look at your face. So Lovely with it all fucked out.”

You were lost in his eyes as he rotated so that your back was on the bed.

“Need you to cum Sir. Job’s not done.”

“Your wish is my command. Tonight. But I will demonstrate to you who your Lord is later on.”

And Henry started to pull out, stopping just in time to save your sanity as you were ready to fight if he left you right now. He hiked your leg around his waist as he delivered powerful thrusts to seat himself deep inside you.

“I wanted to be gentle, but no. You pull this primal nature out of me. I can’t be polite.”

“I wouldn’t want you to be, Sir. Be yourself. Give me yourself. Take me.”

Henry grunted and suckled your collarbone, sure to leave a mark as he pumped sloppily into you.

“Cum again…”

You obeyed his command as he reached between you and thrummed your clit. You detonated just before he did and you both came back together in each other’s arms, sweaty and out of breath.

You stared at him as if he weren’t real.

“What’s wrong, Love?”

“I now know the meaning of Happy Christmas.”

Henry smiled and kissed your forehead.

“It is a happy Christmas, indeed.”

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plutosunshine · 2 years

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How can you attract attention?

I am back! Finally hehe~

Our 10th house is all about how others see us. Also, the planets in the 10th house and MC can tell us how we can attract everybody’s attention.

MC in Aries/Mars in the 10th house

You attract attention by being determined, straightforward, honest, and funny. People like your passion. They see you as a sexy and alluring person. You attract attention the most when you do some activities, for example, sports. People adore seeing you on the go. Others love how you achieve goals and how you make it with passion and confidence.

MC in Taurus/Venus in the 10th house

You attract others’ attention through your voice, fashion, and how grounded you are. People love seeing you showing your artistic and creative side. Others see you as an attractive and alluring person. You attract attention when you show to others your solid values and self-esteem.

MC in Gemini/Mercury in the 10th house

Of course, you attract attention with your words and brain! People love when you have something to say. They love how smart, funny, talkative, and creative you are! You charm everyone by being friendly, open-minded, and free. Your words hypnotize people.

MC in Cancer/Moon in the 10th house

You attract attention with your calm and welcoming aura. Others adore your caring, nurturing, and even motherly qualities. Regardless of your gender, you exude feminine energy that charms everyone. You magnetically attract attention, people even can’t explain how. Just magic.

MC in Leo/Sun in the 10th house

Everyone wants to be like you. You attract attention by being the most noticeable person in the room. Others love how warm, funny, beautiful, and creative you are. You attract attention the most when you take the leading role. It is your natural quality so others are amazed by that.

MC in Virgo/Mercury in the 10th house.

Of course, your intelligence. Similar to Gemini MC, people notice you because of your intelligence. The only difference is that Virgo MC attracts attention by being practical, healing, responsible, and dependable. People may see how you came from nothing to everything and that is what attracts them.

MC in Libra/Venus in the 10th house

You attract attention through your aesthetics. You are just naturally lovable. You have good taste, a sense of fashion, and great creative ideas. Your charming, graceful, and peaceful personality charms people. They adore how balanced, beautiful, and harmonious you are.

MC in Scorpio/Pluto in the 10th house

You attract attention with your passionate and intense personality. People see how you can do everything you have in mind. You are hot and even dangerous and that is what intrigues others. Also, you attract attention through your intuition. People just don’t understand how you can feel so much and how you can be so insightful. Also, people are amazed by your constant transformations.

MC in Sagittarius/Jupiter in the 10th house

You attract attention with your free spirit. People just don’t understand how you can be so careless, free, and independent. They do want to be you. You attract attention by your natural quality of teaching and advising. Others find your advice useful and wise. You have your own system of values and you spread it everywhere. You are confident and honest and that charms everyone.

MC in Capricorn/Saturn in the 10th house

Ambitions. You attract others’ attention through your ambitions and plans for the future. People can’t understand how you can have so many plans for yourself. However, when you reach all the goals and get respect in your field, people can’t help but adore you for that.

MC in Aquarius/Uranus in the 10th house

You attract attention with your uniqueness and unpredictability. You are funny, friendly, creative, and easy-going. People are amazed by your natural quality to participate in organizations or charity matters. You stand up for your freedom and independence. You attract attention by just being yourself.

MC in Pisces/Neptune in the 10th house

You attract attention with your considerate and kind soul. You can sacrifice a lot for your loved ones and that is what charms everyone. You attract attention with your mysterious, intuitive, and dreamy nature. You have a lot of dreams and your imagination is what amazes others. Also, people are attracted to you because of your spiritual side.

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slytherinmischief · 7 months

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His Godly Big Hands

Story written by; @aesonmae, and @anukulee

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From the moment y/n had come home, it had been clear it had been a long day. As she nearly collapsed on the couch upon entrance to their shared apartment. Only rousing from her spot upon hearing the familiar sound of chopping coming from the kitchen, to see the familiar sight of Loki, his black hair tied up into a neat man bun, as he was cutting some vegetables, for that night's dinner, which looked to be soup. A sight she was very much pleased to see, only making the apartment even more welcoming. Given the long day she had just had, yet despite this he still do things like this for her especially on every long day. Something that one wouldn't expect from Loki to do, especially for a mere midgardian, yet here y/n found herself being the one just lucky enough to be loved by him. As on long days such as today, he would take care of her, sometimes he would shower her himself, feed her, and eventually he would lay down with her head on his chest just listening about her day until they drift off.

She had gotten so distracted by the precise movement of his hand's that she had nearly forgotten he was even there. Despite his clear gaze on here. Eye drinking her in as they always did, for him, she was his one and only goddess, one to be worshiped, especially on days such as this. Yet despite this his remark still startled her. “Do I?.. I really don’t understand what could be attractive about hands” Loki said, with a slight pause in his godly voice, alongside a small smile itching from his features, and if he wasn't so attractive she swore she would punch him. Alas he was, so rather then do this, she allowed him to continue to speak, even responding to him.

“Well, it’s a big hand, tall slender fingers, with neat nails, that’s the definition of perfection", she said, trying her best to piece together what exactly she found alluring about his hands. Yet most of it coming out in small stutters, despite her long term relationship with him.

These words only seemed to further encourage him, as the once small smile that he had now grew into more of a smirk. "Ooh, attractive hmm," Loki remarked with a pause, before continuing. "And do you like it," he asked, now setting down his knives, once he finished scrapping the vegetables into the pot and leaving them to simmer. Slowly he began to make his way towards her, with every step he took, she took once back. Until finally her back now was to the kitchen island, his hand's finding their way to both of her sides, trapping her against the island.

“Yes…you know very well what it does,” she stuttered meekly trying to hold the eye contact.

This only seemed to further her boyfriend's smirk, as his eyes once soft and full of love began to cloud, now piercing into hers, while still full of love were laced with lust.

It was at moments like this, that she found him to be magnificent. To her everything about him was perfect, from head to toe. As she was reminded of moments, when he would have his head on her chest, with her ever pounding heart beating as he said, the words she always died for; ”I would die for you sweetling, I would do anything for you my princess. You are my goddess, and I will worship you for the rest of my ever lasting life, yet still it won’t be enough."

Moments that she would often reflect on, as she wondered, where and how did she find him? How did she get so lucky, or at least lucky enough to nail someone as reclusive as Loki? She was only pulled back to reality when Loki tugged her hair gently yet firmly, to this she grasped softly. As his voice seemed to drop even further, going so far as to create a warm halo around her, yet a very sexy one. To her, his voice was like a symphony, always soothing, yet so hot at the same time. His next words only proving that very point, as he continued to leave touches on her. "Do you like it when my tall slender fingers do this?”

“What do you think," she asked, her voice almost whimpering, especially from those touches he was giving her.

“Oh dear, don’t answer my question with a question you know that I don’t like it pet."

“I do like that, yes,” y/n stuttered, words starting to become jumbled with every touch he gave her. Until finally his hands began to linger lower and lower, until he was cupping her ass.

“And do you like it when my big hands do this," he asked, giving her ass a firm squeeze. Slowly she nodded in the best way she could, trying to stop the ever beating pace of her heart, slowly tilting her head forward.

In response to this, he tugged more, almost massacring her ass beneath his hands, all while gazing fiercely into her eyes. “Use your words, sweetling," he insisted, smirk still etched upon his face, clearly enjoying the torment he was giving her.

"Yes," she barely allow to grasp from her lips, as she continued to feel the effects of his hands on her.

To this he smile at her, for usually she was such a strong, fierce, and one of the most stubborn people he knew. She being the very definition of I can do it. Yet at moments like this, he was reminded of her other side, as only he could make her into this puddle. A puddle that he loved, for as much as he knew she loved to be in control, despite her very nature at the moment. As she found herself surrendering completely to him, as always. Leaving him was so torn between whether to continue tormenting her, or show her how much he loved by bringing his bewitching strong woman into a fiercely loving kiss. For at moments like this even he could find it hard to choose, through no matter what he choose he knew this was only the beginning.

Yet rather then deny her, he couldn't seem to want to anything, but kiss her sweet lips because how could a person avoid such a divine lips? To him it was almost like asking how could a person avoid such divine temptation. Thus with this thought in mind, he kissed her. A loving strong kiss full of nothing, but intense emotions laced with love, passion, devotion, pleasure, and amorous.

For it was at moments such as this that he was reminded how love sick he was for her. Slowly he let go of her ass, in order to put his hands on her small back, bringing her closer to him. For he would never get enough of her, especially like this. All of it being made better when she moaned into his mouth causing him to he stop kissing her for a second just to allow them to breathe. His voice lowering to the volume of a seductive whisper, almost as if he was about to graze it near her ear. "I would never get enough of kissing you, for you are divine in every way," he declared with a content sigh.

To this she smiled, and even teared up a bit. She would never get used to this. With him always calling her such a sweet loving words, yet every time she couldn’t help but tear up each time. For her entire life, and even through out this relationship she wondered how could a person love her this way? She was never loved this way before. As with words like this he was quickly becoming her whole world. Slowly she cupped his face, as she proceeded to peck his lips multiple times.

A small smile of his own grazed his face, his eyes full of loving. "As much as I would love to do nothing but kiss you, you are tired and need to eat, so why don't you shower, while i finish our dinner?”

To this she let out a clearly disappointing sigh, wanting far more then a few passionate kisses exchanged. "Awww, you are such a sweet boy for me aren't you?"

Rather then protest like most men would he instead matched her smirk, for just as she was his sweet goddess, he was her sweet boy. She kissed his cheeks one by one and proceeded to go to the bathroom. Through not without him giving her a gentle smack on his ass, on her way. As she busied herself with her shower, he was managing to do whatever he could to get the food done, and even prepare their table. Yet the moment she walked into the kitchen towel hugging her figure, he couldn't help but say something more.

"Can we make a little change to the routine today?"

"Oh and what that might be," she asked, as slowly a blush began to cloud her godly boyfriend's face.

"I want to make love to you, and I was wondering if during it you could tell all about your day?"

"I was going to do that anyways," she remarked, a little confused by what he meant.

"I meant saying of this while I am worshiping you. Is that okay, my goddess" he asked his usual confident voice stuttering while doing so, yet rather then discourage this she did something else.

To this, she laughed a sweet laugh at him, her own smile started to appear on her face. “Yes, of course we can my god," she said, before bringing him into a kiss, as soon that towel ended up on the floor, and those big hands were put to much use. After all what was her life without his big hands?

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gasolineghuleh · 3 months

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For your nsfw drabble request… Soft dom!Papa Copia praise kink while he fucks her over his office desk? 🥴

i need to stop making these "drabbles" so long.

anyway, here's 2.4k of dom popia with a praise kink and a long cock. i'll come up with a name for it when i cross post it to ao3 later tomorrow lmao

cw: spanking, very light brief choking, teasing, does this count as double penetration?, derogatory language, praise kink, dom/sub

The office is swathed in silence as you consider Papa's proposal, his hands steepled underneath his chin and clad in his usual black leather gloves. Copia's even breathing is the only thing you can hear, beyond your black standard-issue shoes brushing against the plush carpet. You try and steady your heartbeat, the pulsating organ thudding away in your chest and the blush returning to your cheeks as another sly grin spreads across his face. There isn't even a need for conversation after the seductive invitation has been uttered - it sounds as alluring, and as inviting as a temptress luring an attractive man to her bed. Well, her desk, but the way he had said those words aloud like he has an ulterior motive - his breath warm on the shell of your ear, and the thought makes something within you ache. You are weak, and Copia is playing the game perfectly. If the infuriatingly sexy salt-and-pepper-haired bastard wants to fuck in his office while everyone else is attending classes or studying (in various positions, you're sure), who are you to complain?

He stands from the large seat behind his desk, almost sliding out with an eager slither of his figure and rounding it so he can approach you. Copia leans back against his desk and folds his arms across his chest, a self-sure smile on his painted face. He crosses one ankle over the other, leaning comfortably and confidently.

The crimson beneath your cheeks grows hotter, feeling his mismatched gaze roam up and down your body, and you stifle a heavy swallow as the seconds tick by. One look tells you everything he's thinking. You turn your eyes away, swallowing the growing lump of nerves in your throat, palms sweaty as they clutch the slim manila folder between two delicate and not at all clammy hands. Copia finally releases you from his stare and turns his head to the side slightly to sweep his leather-clad palm to the documents on his desk; white sheets over wood, inked with a fine ornate design and a large "IV" embossed on them.

"Add your dossier to the stack, Sister. Little birds are only useful if they sing, si?" he prompts, cocking one eyebrow at you. You nod and lean forward quickly, the spell finally broken by the verbalization of your duty to the new Papa-- a network of spies, perfectly implanted into the Sister Imperator's inner circle, and you, one of them. "Good girl." The praise settles deep in your gut with a sensation like a warm blanket, stoking the fire that's been roiling there ever since Papa's sly and unobtrusive proposal. Now that he's here, an inch away, with the office door closed and not even a Ghoul listening in, you feel an odd airy sort of light-headedness.

Papa leans forward slowly, testing the waters. There is no jumping back, no backing away as if burned by fire. Instead, there is a growing tightness in the space between your hips and an audible intake of breath. It is enough for Papa to dip down, running the tip of his nose along the smooth, gentle curves of your neck and inhaling deeply. A gentle nudge in the space below your ear causes you to stutter out a ragged breath, another deep inhale and Copia growls lightly at your neck, one hand coming to land gentle on your upper thigh.

"Are you my good girl?" he croons, breath hot and heavy, tinged with the slight hint of black tea. When you nod shakily he huffs out a soft laugh again, pulling back slightly as his hand travels farther upward. "I want to see your face," Copia says, his voice low, "when I touch you for the first time."

As soon as you make a sound his hand is at the junction of your legs, pressing directly between your thighs with little room to escape; the sensation alone makes your lips part in a silent plea for more. His fingers flex and you quake, the growing wet patch on his leather glove only making his smugness more apparent. His tongue moves to wet his lips again, this time in anticipation of things to come, eyes dark and his jaw tight as he stares down at you.

"Come on, tesoro mia. Come lean on Papa's desk. Let's see if I can't make you ruin some paperwork from the Sister Imperator, eh?" he winks and brings his hand to your chin, tilting your face up gently until you stand and guiding you against his desk. Your hands hit the surface at the same time that your knees bonk into the hard paneled wood-- it's loud and effective, but doesn't make your knees sting or ache. "Be a good little girl, and tell me what you want, now." Every word from Papa, every touch, every glance, feels like it's on direct course with your ability to think, leaving you dripping in your habit and wondering how many people he gets off on the regular when he's this damn good. Another finger pressing at the soaked fabric above your pussy, slipping with ease against the wetness Copia has been building up in you.

"I want you, Papa," you say, resisting the urge to wriggle your hips against him. Copia's hips press against your ass, the not so subtle bulge of his cock perfectly in line with you. The urge to be filled, to feel him in you, to forget the words to your prayers-- you feel so incredibly warm.

"Yes, tell me," he prompts, rocking his hips once more against your ass, urging the words out of your mouth. "Tell me what you want." His hands claps down on your ass, kneading the muscle there as his breathing deepens. Copia's hips roll against you in fluid motions, becoming more and more desperate and intentional as the seconds tick by. Your breathing is harsh, you can hear it in the quiet of the room as Papa leans forward, placing a kiss to the exposed skin at your neck. There are so many feelings racing through your bloodstream, and Copia's tongue flicking out to taste the saltiness of your skin has your brain sparking everywhere.

"Touch me, Papa," you whimper, moving your head back just enough to sink into his feather-light kisses as his fingers continue to brush against the sensitive spot between your legs. Another self assured chuckle rumbles from his chest as his fingers slip below the elastic band of your panties, flipping your habit up over your ass with his other hand.

"Please me, then," he groans softly in a baritone voice as he sweeps his tongue over your pulse point at the same time that his fingertips brush the place you need him most.

Your own fingers dig into the finished wood beneath you as Copia laughs, the tips of his fingers ghosting over the glistening folds of your cunt. He uses two fingers to slip further in, spreading your wetness to your bundle of nerves with little hesitation. Papa's fingers play against you in a tantalizing dance that tells you yes... yes, he was built for this, wasn't he? You push your body back into the movements of his hips, his belt buckle jingling from the motions, and the hardness you could feel before is even more evident now. Suddenly, your mind swims with all the ways you could please him, wanting to show that, out of all of the Sisters of Sin, Copia has chosen the best partner for tonight... his good girl.

"How, Papa?" you prompt him, slinking your hands forward to grip at the edge of the desk, just in front of the empty leather chair that he usually preoccupies. His fingers run gently from your entrance to your clit, mismatched eyes watching with enjoyment as you jolt every time he finds the delicate little nub.

"By letting me fuck you until you're full with the Papal lineage, Sister." The answer, lewder than you expect it to be, forces a moan out of you, timed perfectly with the head of Papa's cock rutting against you through his pants. "Is that what you want?" he asks, leaning over you again and running his leather clad fingers through your hair, petting you. "Would that make you a happy, giggly little cum slut?"

"Sathanas, Papa, yes!" The words feel simultaneously like both a plea and an admission. His fingers find their rhythm, speeding up with each of your moans and taking your pleasure as his. You know he wants more, his mouth breathing open and heavy against your ear, his whispers of encouragement only adding fuel to the fire burning beneath your skin. You gasp out his name between ragged breaths, "D-do you want me, Papa? Please, tell me that you want me," you plead as your mind races. Want me, choose me, please me, the thoughts cycle through in an endless stream of desire.

"Of course I want you, mia dolce, I picked you for a reason. Tell me what you are, now, hm? Tell Papa." There's a rustle of cloth behind you and his hand roughly pulls your panties down until they bunch around your upper thighs.

"I'm your good girl, Papa," you manage to get out between trembling lips, the arousal coursing through your body in tremors. Your muscles are taut, clenched and held in place by sheer desire and arousal, at this point. You can feel your slickness on your inner thighs where the air kisses them, now that the soaked fabric of your panties has been slid down. You'd expected him to take them off - a moment of clarity amidst the lusty haze - but it's no matter. There's no time for him to remove the offending garment completely.

"You better keep your word," Papa huffs, his free hand moving to pet your head once more, "because birds that don't sing for me aren't worth their wings," he adds. Another slip of his fingers across your drenched slit and they reach between your legs. He makes a noise that you're not sure you can replicate - one of absolute hunger, a primal craving for what the two of you are about to, deep in the back of his throat-- a sound of claim... of ownership. "My good girls attend to Papa and my Ghouls, hm? No more Siblings? Or do you not want me to make you weak for me? For this?" His fingers tighten harshly in your hair, gripping it and forcing your face down onto the desk in the same instant that the head of his cock, now free of his pants, bumps against your entrance. You whimper against the wood and squirm against the sensation, already quivering, too close already.

His fingers tighten harshly in your hair and grip it so hard you almost think the leather might rip. There's a light sting there, the familiar pressure against your scalp as he exposes the back of your neck. The sight he must be looking at -- you -- sprawled out in such a state of desperation, back arched and skin of your neck sweaty, lips parted and a permanent blush of pink dusting your cheeks. He hums in appraisal, and you can practically feel his two-toned gaze as it drags along the length of your body.

"Beg," comes the simple command.

And you do.

When his cock finally slides inside of you, you groan for the whole length of it. Papa is generously endowed; more than long enough for him to be a problem if he got overexcited.

He slips a hand around your waist to keep you angled how he wants you, and you writhe in his grasp, trying to loosen the vice grip he's kept on your hair. You receive only another thrust in response, skin slapping against skin. You half-collapse onto the desk as Copia's left hand splays against your side, his free hand twisting in your hair. He fucks you with short thrusts, pulling almost completely out of you before grinding his hips back down. Each movement from the man above you serves a dual purpose: to seek out pleasure and to taunt and to tease you as he uses your body for the first time.

"You're doing so good, aren't you, sorella? Taking me so well, like this... Usually-" he cuts himself off with a particularly deep thrust, making you yelp. "-they can't take me from behind the first time. Such a beautiful pussy though..." Another series of sharp thrusts and you're already squirming underneath him, gasping and moaning through his movements. "Almost like you were made to be mine, isn't it?" You crane your head as far back as you can to let him know you're listening and nod, even as his hips continue moving. He fucks you slow and indulgent, pulling his cock out leisurely before rolling his hips back against you. The hand that was once tugging at your hair drops down to your back, rubbing it in what you can only assume is him rewarding you-- at least, it scratches your praise itch all the same.

"Beg for it, tesoro," he commands you again, his voice almost hazy in quality. The man draws his palm over your ass until his fingertips graze your opening, the sticky remains of your orgasm from when he fingered you not so long ago mixed with his pre-come. The coil in your gut tightens as he slips two digits in easily, using them to thrust in tandem with his cock. Pleas fall from your lips as you tip over the edge into your orgasm, your senses heightened until you can practically feel the veins in his cock inside of you. When you fight through the haze of pleasure to focus on his words, you realize he's praising you. "There you are, ragazza bella," he says between ragged breaths.

When you've come down from your high, there's a dull ache in your jaw from where you've clamped your mouth shut tight and possibly bit the inside of your cheek while you came. Papa's voice is suddenly loud in your ear, his breath, hot and needy, and his thighs and hips slamming against yours without mercy. It stings, it hurts, but even as your tender nerves complain at the unyielding assault of Copia's body, you know you've never felt better. "Such a good girl, you take me so well, yes? Here, see?"

The fingers inside you withdraw, and before you can feel a sudden emptiness, they're at your lips. You wrap your lips around his fingers gratefully, swirling your tongue around them as you would a cock and moaning for him-- whatever it takes for him to fill you. Your eyes slip closed in pleasure and you can feel the distant pulse of another potential orgasm.

"Nuh, uh, uh..." Copia's mouth is suddenly at your ear, fingers encasing your throat and applying a warning squeeze to get your attention. "I want to see your face looking into my eyes when you're filled with my seed for the first time, cara mia. Everything you feel will be plain on that pretty face for me." Another wicked grin splits Papa's face as he tugs your hair. "A good face for a good girl, hm?"

With a pleased grunt, Copia's body arches back, the force of him holding onto your hips doubling, and then that second and so very unplanned orgasm has you white-knuckling the front edge of the desk again, your throat entirely given over to vocalizing your pleasure-- but no sounds come. Any moment your body will protest and cry and yet- the way he pinches at your clit and rocks his hips harder into you...

"Please," he breathes and then you feel the heat, filling you up, a sensation utterly foreign but entirely necessary. You can see nothing, hear nothing but your own heartbeat in your ears for a moment. "You should be so proud of yourself, Sister," he says, fingers releasing their grip on your hair and wrapping around the front of your throat. You can feel the thin layer of sweat clinging to the leather of his gloves and droplets cling to his nose when you peer over your shoulder at him. "You've been a delightful fuck to break in on my desk." His hand pats your ass gently, reassuringly.

"I didn't expect-"

Copia leans forward and presses another gentle kiss to your neck, silencing you, but it's something utterly unlike the earlier hungry affections. This one is warm, reverent, as he murmurs a final affection against your skin, "Not only have you pleasured me, cara, I find myself enraptured by you." He strokes your hair, and the moment seems oddly silent despite the thundering pulse you can feel under your fingertips.

He runs the flat of his tongue up the sensitive curve of your throat, causing you to writhe and clutch at his thighs still wrapped around you, fingers curling into the shiny material of his trousers as he dips his hips. His mouth ghosts to the shell of your ear, his hand moving back to your chin to tilt your head to the side. He slides a thumb into your mouth and a warm shudder runs down your back, your stomach coiling in arousal at how unbelievably dominating the move is. As if he isn't still buried inside of you with the throbbing remnants of an orgasm.

"Sucking on my fingers was a good thing, you know. Reminded me of a nice, pretty pussy. So willing, so very needy. I like submissive toys like you... You're so good at following instructions and taking me." His hand claps onto your ass one more time before he steps back, pulling out of you with a soft groan of lingering arousal and doing up the zipper of his pants.

The slow drip of his release between your thighs causes your cheeks to flare up in embarrassment. He wipes his fingers off with one of the tissues from the box on his desk, pulling a few more out to gently wipe your inner thighs and still soaking core. Finally, he presses a warm, flushed kiss to the swell of your ass.

"A sinfully delicious sight indeed. Now..." He pauses to wet his bottom lip in what you assume is either concentration or arousal-- you can't quite tell the difference. Your knees still tremble, feeling and breathing heavy, mind aching for more stimulation and release from this seemingly impossible tension in your body. "Stay." His command pierces the air, settling deep in your body, and you do what you're told.

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rosessmile · 3 months

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rose tyler's favorite things about every new who doctor

based off of physical attributes. she wants that ass in every regeneration

nine: his gorgeous low voice and those blue eyes. he has such a strong body but it's all wrapped up and hidden under that jacket. when she hugs him he's warm and solid and safe pressed up against her. he's so masculine and smells like spice and leather. he's the dangerous, mysterious man who took her away from the monotony of her old life, and she thinks she might be attracted to adventure, and he is the physical culmination of adventure itself.

ten: well, everything. this body was crafted and molded out of love for her, engineered to absolutely drive her crazy, and the tight tight clothes make her think he might be trying to distract her with every movement. the elegant line of his thin body and the gentle curve of his muscles. the hair she could spend hours running her hands through. the way he tugs at his own hair and makes her want to replace his hands with her own. every time he bends over to fix something under the console those ridiculous pants stretch over his absolutely perfect ass. she thinks she might die. she pokes fun at his dramatic speeches and daring, theatrical rescues but secretly swoons watching her very own romantic action hero swoop in and save the day.

eleven: she'll be honest, she mourned the loss of her hot-fresh-made-just-for-you doctor for a while longer than she would like to admit, and the doctor made it his mission to make himself equally as attractive to her. she begins to give in to the way his hair flops over his eyes in a way that makes him seem shy and sexy all at once. the intensity of his green eyes makes her shiver. and though she mourns the slim lines of his body in his pinstriped suit, she finds her fantasies turning to broad shoulders, strong biceps, and long, muscular legs. she never realized legs were that attractive until this doctor. and that jawline, those cheekbones, the way he whispers in her ear. her friends tease her about how her boyfriends get younger and younger, but rose secretly likes that the millennium old lord of time is also her sexy young grad student-looking arm candy. his boyish charm wins her over body and soul. and this one seems to be determined to distract her with pants that might be even tighter than pinstripes.

twelve: she's prepared for it this time. he's warned her that he might not always be her pretty young thing, but she gets over it very quickly when she hears the sexiest scottish brogue, and she might forget about young, pretty boys once and for all when the most elegant, alluring fingers attached to incredibly large hands come to cup her face and kiss her deeply. those hands. those hands, those hands, those hands. she wants them everywhere. he leans back in the tardis, playing his guitar, looking deep into her soul with those intense eyes. she's just looking at the way his fingers wrap around the neck of the guitar. she wishes she were a guitar.

thirteen: (eek I have not paid enough attention to jodie's body and looks to accurately do this one but rose definitely has so let me try my best) she is just as thrilled as the doctor when he regenerates from gray curls to blonde. the doctor's initial excitement fades for a moment as she turns to the love of her life but she is quickly assured as rose doesn't even hesitate to stride right over, cup her face in her hands and give her a passionate, romantic kiss to rival every kiss between them so far. she pulls back and touches her forehead with her own. that night she runs her hands along soft curves and says "I understand a little better why you liked this so much!"

fourteen: the initial shock lasts at least ten minutes. she thinks she might be dreaming. she loves the doctor in all of their forms but she would be lying if she told you brown eyes didn't haunt her dreams. she spends the first night reacquainting herself with every inch of the body she missed so much. "thanks for giving me another go at this one." she thinks it couldn't possibly get better than this.

her first thought when she sees two doctors standing in front of her is fear. how will this work? the second thought is her brain supplying five to ten very helpful ideas of how this could work. she watches them play a game of chess and thinks of seven more. "sharing is caring, babes" fifteen says as they lean back against the railings in the tardis that night, processing the day they had been through. "I wouldn't take her away from you. ever. Plus," he adds, "It's pretty stupid how whenever there's two of us we act like we aren't the same person. The three of us are still a couple by definition." fourteen isn't totally sure about all of this, but fifteen seems to be cool as a cucumber. "Don't be shy, honey. I was you last week. I know everything you're working with. No secrets here."

Rose thinks her birthday might have come early and every day. as does she.

fifteen: she hasn't stopped staring. her jaw dropped twenty minutes ago and hasn't picked back up. fourteen tells him to go put some trousers on and rose shouts "NO!" as if he had said he was going to throw the tardis into a black hole. this new doctor is a model. those gorgeous dark eyes and his glowing skin. she hasn't stopped kissing his neck in days. she runs her hands up his muscular, perfect thighs, back, arms, and chest. he's been toned before but never this sculpted. he's maybe even more of an action hero than her second doctor. he's just effortlessly cool and an effortless flirt.

okay thank you for reading in conclusion all the doctors are hot and rose agrees with me.

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val-of-the-north · 9 months

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Top 5 hottest Bloodborne characters and why! (P.S. you must exclude Patches though, or else the top will be rigged and pointless)

FUCK YOU WHY DO YOU MAKE ME CHOOSE!!! (AND OF-FUCKING-CURSE YOU'D EXCLUDE MY BLORBO FUCK OFF)

Alright altright... let me think...

I don't have a particular order for any of these in mind, so bear with me here... the idea of hot in my head isn't really well-defined for these guys. I'll stick to the humans for this (and ones we actually meet and know what they look/ed like ahah), otherwise how is anyone gonna compare to like, Wet Nurse, Kos and Ebrietas? Simply impossible lmao. Also, it's half characters I personally really like and characters that just... ARE hot lol.

Call me simple but Annalise has some ALLURE to her. She looks absolutely beautiful in the portraits we do have of her, but her mask-bound visage inspires mystery and intrigue, as well as her just having that dignified nature to her. Despite everything she ever had having been toppled and destroyed, she keeps her chin up and still commands respect. She is very strong and confident in her blasphemy and you can't help but love to see it.

Call me simple YET AGAIN but Gascoigne is just undeniably hot lol. Like, I am not even his biggest fan but even I think it's an objective fact. He has everything you could ever want. Gigantic dad body, sharp teeth, a sexy voice... and he is probably sweet enough when off work to maintain a pretty stable loving family and a life-long buddy. Technically!!! He is the ONLY human character (that isn't a prostitute I guess) that is confirmed as not being a virgin lmao. Even the setting wanted you to know this man fucks. Like, there's no denying he is THE hot character of the setting when the topic comes up. People don't call him daddy for nothing...

Valtr. I don't even have to elaborate honestly. His looks are appealing, his insanity and violence are appealing, his voice acting is appealing. He is just REALLY freaking appealing with how strong he is and how passionate he is about the things he believes. And, while this may be a thing that only makes him more appealing to me, he also has the potential to be silly, which is hilarious since he is the character who'se goal is "everyone must die". I mean, it's THAT goal itself that makes him silly in the first place ahah. But yeah, solid design, concept, backstory and execution. It does not surprise me multiple people simp for him. Honestly, I am surprised it's not MORE.

Now with the more conventional out of the way, I'll go with Djura. He is a frisky old man, and one who tries to atone for his mistakes and crimes. He is well-meaning and surprisingly honest for someone in Yharnam lol, which makes him stand out in a sea of asshole opportunists and deranged lunatics. You know how people usually gravitate towards batshit crazy weirdo characters in a sea of relatively sane and good characters? I think Djura has the same effect but reversed lol. HE is the novelty in this world. Also, his design is pretty freaking attractive. It's simple, but the charm is there. His voice actor did a very good job as well ahah. I love his line delivery...

... I'll come out and say that I can see the appeal of Logarius VERY well. He is a tall evil man of dubious origin just chilling (literally) on the roof of Cainhurst for all time. He was most likely somewhat Pthumerian which adds to his attractiveness, as it would make him not QUITE a human (but still human enough to make it on this list lol). I also listened to the sounds he makes and I liked what I heard... he has a pretty cool evil laugh. I just like how he was either fully deluded and really believed his quest, or he was just enticing a group of fanatics while knowing full well their quest had ulterior motives. Both work and both are appealing for different reasons. One has to wonder what he looked like before he turned into a Halloween decoration...... welp, I said it. I am cringe but I am free...

Honorable mention to thicc Willem, the sexiest man in Yharnam and the one who ruined it. I like to think he wasn't JUST smart back in the day lol

#bloodorne #val-responds #you may notice it's mostly all guys #it's not because I don't like the women in the game #far from it in fact #I just think they are just... more dignified than most of the guys lol #even Arianna “the lady of the night”#they are beautiful but not “hot” in a conventional sense to me #the exception is Annalise but it might just be my weakness for women who take leading roles #lmao patches-type beat #he might have simped for her if his priorities weren't different in BB #also FUCK YOU KAT #for preventing the use of Patches FUCK YOU #I am also sorry to Micolash fans I like the guy but I can't say he is hot in good conscience #he is ugly. he is awful. he looks like a crumpled blanket #and THAT'S his appeal to me lmao #“then why is logarius featured” FUCK YOU THAT'S WHY

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DEVIL IN DISGUISE

Artist: @skylar102

Rating: M

Pairing: Malec

Word Count: 48.500

This fic was created for the Mini Bang 2023 presented by the @malecdiscordserver

CHAPTER 3/7 Unruly

Alec certainly didn't plan on returning to Magnus' loft so soon. Not that he even thinks about complaining, right now; on the contrary, the sudden decision of returning to Pandemonium and seeking after Magnus turned out to be such a good move, that he feels more like bragging. And he needs to strike the iron until it’s hot, and Magnus is so damned hot.

God, he wasn’t expecting to be so effectively successful in charming such a pompous and prideful man like the High Warlock of Brooklyn. After the initial hesitation when Alec confronted him on the dance floor, Magnus seemed completely on board with the idea of getting to know each other a little better, even without using actual words, but through a more physical way to communicate, let’s say to get in touch.

And it’s working; they seem to be communicating very effectively. Also, there is a lot of touching involved. And a not negligible amount of unabashed moaning on both parts. So, no, Alec is not complaining. To add to the frenzy of the heated moment they are sharing, Magnus seems to be exactly on the same page as Alec, so thirsty and eager to unleash the chemistry between them. Magnus is so sexy; everything about him screams sex, the way he moves and smells, so intense and enveloping, not to talk about his perfect body, unfortunately still wrapped up in his slinky clothes. Alec wonders if the Warlock uses his magic to enhance the way he looks because otherwise, he must work out at least as hard as Alec does.

No… Those muscles on Magnus’ back twitching under Alec’s fingers, those strong thighs tight around his waist, those arms… It’s all 100% Magnus. After all, this kind of attitude surely suits a man of such stature better than cheating. He doesn't know why he got this idea, on the other hand, he hardly knows him, but Magnus seems pretty assertive but also an honest and authentic man. It is a what-you-see-is-what-you-get kind of mindset. Neither more nor less than that. And despite the flashy clothes and makeup, Magnus is genuine and defiant in his way of being himself, absolutely not minding others' judgment.

The Shadowhunter is slouched down on the sofa in the middle of the large and dimly lit living room, and the Warlock is straddling his lap, deliberately taking his time to unbutton his shirt, while driving him crazy with his tongue. Apparently, the man can easily multitask and he must be perfectly aware of the state Alec is already reduced to if the smirk against the soft skin of his neck is of any indication. But Alec can’t hold back his reactions. He is beyond the point of caring about leaving an impression. Magnus is driving him crazy, with every single little thing he does. He keeps smooching the skin under his jaw, the lobe of his ear, and the warm and soft pulse point on his throat, with his skillful mouth giving Alec no respite. By now the shirt is halfway open, and Magnus lingers on a specific spot on his throat just behind his ear, licking and nibbling at it thoroughly and insistently, while slipping his hands under the offending fabric. Another shrill whine slips out of Alec’s mouth, and another grin appears on the Warlock’s mouth. He is surely having a great time. In fact, Magnus seems truly dedicated to finding each and every one of those spots that make Alec shiver and moan so shamelessly. And definitely, it looks like he has a penchant for the big rune on the side of his neck.

Again, no complaints on Alec’s part there.

This kind of fixation is not unusual; many Downwolders have shown an odd attraction to Alec's runes, but the Shadowhunter gets it. They are the evident signs of his angelic power, and there is probably something that feels forbidden in an alluring way in biting or leaving bruises all over them. Alec doesn’t mind, as long as everything stays consensual and respectful. And downright pleasurable.

He assumes it's the same dynamic where Izzie finds kissing a vampire especially enchanting, the thrill behind coming so close to their fangs; or the way Jace finds the lithe, ethereal bodies of Seelie girls so alluring, due to the contrast between the familiar angelic grace and the mischievousness of their demonic blood. Shadowhunters show their runes as the only visible sign of their lineage, the proof of their angelic legacy. Off the battlefield, it’s again all a matter of strength and control, it’s not about fighting but touching and tasting that holy power firsthand. Alec is aware that some of his demon-blooded ex-lovers could get off just by bending him over and looking at his bare back, defined with toned muscles under white skin and scattered with black runes.

But it's not just this; sometimes it's even simpler. Alec has long since learned that his runes can also simply draw an aesthetic appeal on people, as mundanes’ tattoos do, and he often finds himself displaying them as a weapon of seduction. He often chooses to wear something that makes his neck stand out, or he can roll his sleeves to expose his marked sinewy forearms. Alec never remonstrates upon that special treatment given to his marks, also because apparently, runed skin is highly erogenous, having the scarred skin a particular sensitivity, as if there were a million pleasure receptors concentrated under every stark black mark. Even his siblings praised that specific peculiarity of the black scars burnt into their skin. Although Alec would rather not listen to those details, Izzie and Jace seem to find a perverse enjoyment in filling him in on every little thing that comes to their mind, even when it comes to sex. They can be so tedious sometimes.

In any case, that’s why Alec always lets werewolves wildly bite at his neck, hard, sometimes to the point of bleeding. In the end, he can always heal his skin with another rune. He can use an iratze and he is good to go back to his Shadowhunter life.

By the Angel, his deflect rune is such a gratifying spot to be nibbled at, and, weirdly enough, Magnus seems to know that it is directly wired with his groin. Eventually, the Warlock decides to quit mauling the rune, already covered in several love bites, to move upward and start to outline Alec’s jawline with his mouth, slowly but steadily all the way up to the seam of Alec's lips.

Alec's hands have already slipped under the almost nonexistent fabric of Magnus' shirt and are roaming up and down along his broad and muscular back and when Magnus graces him with another kiss again, he feels like burning. Alec is already incredibly turned on; this is a fucking wet dream come true. There is something different, better, in kissing Magnus. He tastes delicious and Alec wants to lose himself in that sweetness. And he is coming perilously close to that...

All those nights spent dreaming about having this, getting his hands on the Warlock… God… It’s even better than he had expected and they are just kissing for Heaven’s sake. Having Magnus Bane like this, in his lap, eager and willing to explore his body and presumably letting him do the same in return, is something he's wanted for a long time. For once, his mother's bullshit had an interesting collateral effect.

Magnus pushes his tongue to the side of Alec's mouth to encourage him to open it and simultaneously undoes the last few buttons of his shirt, letting out a satisfied grunt. Alec parts his lips, just slightly, and Magnus gets the chance to suck at the lower one. When he bites at it and then licks it to soothe the pain as if he were tasting him, Alec groans, opening up for the Warlock and letting him stick his tongue deep in his mouth, almost forcefully. Unnervingly, Magnus is still in no hurry. His hands slide down Alec’s chest, briefly teasing his nipples and then up again, along his shoulders, on his face, cradling the back of his neck and then in his hair, making a mess of it, and when the Warlock starts grinding against him, Alec isn't capable of any rational thoughts anymore.

Magnus doesn't show any urgency, no, he moves languidly and slowly. He is like dancing against his body. A silent lap dance, maddening and arousing in an unprecedented way. Alec never knew his shoulders, his face, or his hair could be so pleasurable at being touched. Despite being close to his limit, Alec hopes Magnus never stops. He doesn’t care, really, even if his cock is throbbing and twitching trapped inside his jeans, Alec doesn’t want Magnus to speed up. Surprisingly, he is enjoying this new kind of torture. He is feeling so much, every nerve in his body literally on fire.

Admittedly, he is used to getting quickies in dark alleys and even when he does spend the night with his hookup at their place, the sex is always rushed, a fast release, often rough enough to make his brain shut down for a while. And he likes that way of having sex; it’s always very satisfying and he has never felt the need for anything different, something like this prolonged, drawling pleasure that is making him steam off all the same, just differently.

God, Magnus is so skilled.

Unexpectedly, when the Warlock slides the unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders, Alec feels a little self-conscious, despite his experience in the sex department. But Magnus is a Warlock with centuries of theoretical and practical expertise and Alec is no match for it.

When he thinks about how many people must have been in this same position—literally—over the centuries, it makes him feel giddy. Living through centuries... Who knows how many people have been in the Warlock's bed? Alec has his fair share of notches in his belt.

Not that he wanted to keep count of them, but due to a silly bet with his brother, Alec knows exactly how many guys he's slept with.

Seventeen.

Not a few; many Shadowhunters marry young and presumably have only one sexual partner for life.

So, Alec is surely above average. But what about Magnus? Ten times that? One hundred? One… thousand? It’s possible… But he's not in the right predicaments to do the math, and he doesn't even know exactly how old Magnus is. But, Alec thinks, we are talking about centuries, right?

Oh God… How can he hold his own?

And most importantly, why didn't he think of it sooner? Before finding himself almost shirtless squirming underneath the Warlock, helplessly pinned down to the couch, completely at his mercy?

Wait…

Am I at his mercy?

Alec’s brain won’t shut down again despite Magnus keeping exploring his mouth and touching his chest. Alec doesn’t want to resurface from the bliss but a slight hint of discomfort creeps into his stomach.

No… He is not at his mercy. Alec is the one in control here. He wanted to come here, his purpose was to seduce the Warlock since the beginning, to get closer to him.

He has a mission to accomplish. He needs to prove his parents wrong, he wants to make a fool of them in front of the Clave, with their absurd speculation about a second Uprising.

Ridiculous, right? Magnus is many things, enigmatic, distrustful, dodgy, even shady on a few occasions, but Alec is sure that he is aware of the mutual benefit that the Downworld and the Shadow World have in coexisting and would do nothing to hinder the relationship between the two worlds.

Being this mission essential to Alec, possibly the most important one he has pursued in his life, he will keep going on. He has to put all of himself into playing his cards well, now that he has the opportunity. So, who cares if possibly he is less experienced than the Warlock? He could even exploit the unbalanced dynamic between them, maybe playing coy will pay off.

Well, it's not like Alec to doubt his ability to satisfy a lover. No one ever complained, right? Quite the opposite... he knows his popularity is also due to his good reputation. He is generous and wild, giving beyond expectations.

In any case, Magnus seems to appreciate what they are doing so far, so, Alec tries and shuts his brain off again, and when finally - finally - he is shirtless, Magnus moans a little harder and descends with his mouth following the line of his collarbone, before moving back to reach the roundness of his shoulder and plant a bite there, harder than the previous ones.

"Ah... Fuck..." He curses, but it’s more a moan than a protest.

"Sorry... Sorry, I got a little carried away. It's not simple to hold back, Alexander. Not when you look like this. You’re stunning…"

Magnus’ voice is husky and Alec smirks, his self-confidence kicking in again.

"Well, I am not asking you to hold back."

“Oh, are you saying I can leave marks?”

“Yeah, sure. Go for it… ”

“My, my, Alexander. You are making me question my previous beliefs.”

“And what would they be?”

"That I would never give myself to one of your arrogant and self-righteous kind. But maybe I can waive my rules just for once. You're so hot, I didn't think these runes of yours would have this effect on me. I want to mark them all, one by one."

Alec's cock, squeezed into his jeans, twitches at those words against Magnus’ and the smug grin on Magnus' face becomes wider and more wicked.

All Alec wants is for Magnus to fuck him to death. But something does not sit well with Alec; something the Warlock has just said.

For once?

Well, nothing suggested that this could be more than a one-night thing, but this is just the starting point for Alec. A very pleasant one, at that. But he needs to keep the Warlock… engaged, somehow. He needs to play well, since he may not have another chance to reach this level of proximity. The Warlock said he wasn’t interested in anything serious, but he needs to make sure they are going to see each other again.

He stiffens, suddenly tense, but tries to relax again right away. The change in his posture is minimal and brief, but enough for the Warlock to notice, because he pulls back and looks at him with lustful eyes.

"Alexander? Is something wrong? Are you not comfortable, maybe?"

“No, I am fine… But… Is this just a one-time thing for you?”

“Well, I think so. It’s what you want, isn’t it? Don’t worry… I won’t bother you and make things awkward. You can also keep coming to my club and hitting on the little wolves, your favs, right?”

“Well, it doesn't have to be that way."

Magnus barks out a laugh and Alec feels uncomfortable all of a sudden.

"And what would you like to do? Take me out to dinner? Or a date?"

“Well, not exactly, no. I know I told you I wasn’t interested in anything serious, and I am not. I am just saying that maybe we could keep our chances open. I mean, this is pretty great… For me at least. You are so gorgeous and hot…”

To emphasize his idea, Alec looks down appreciatively at the still covered body of the other man.

Tragically and regrettably covered body. Alec needs to rectify this inconvenience now, so he starts rumpling up the hem of Magnus’ shirt, making the Warlock chuckle amusedly.

“Look, I really don’t think that’s a good idea… Why don’t we just stay in the moment?”

"Ok… I just don't want to rule out anything, that's all. Like you said, I've been watching you for a while and I wouldn’t be opposed to doing this again. I am not talking about commitment, or being exclusive… Any of that. I am too young to even think about having a relationship..."

Magnus catches him off guard because he scoffs and he can hear all his bitterness and disillusionment.

“As if I were relationship material for you.”

Of course… Magnus has been so distant from Shadowhunters and the Institute that he must have the wrong idea about Alec.

“Look, I am the one who is not relationship material. But if I were, I would date you, I mean, why not? You are amazing, Magnus. But, as I said, I just want to have fun for a bit longer.”

"Oh… Cut the crap. I know what this is about. You just want to indulge yourself in going with a Warlock and I might be your only chance. No need to butter me up."

Alec stills his hands on the bare skin of Magnus’ waist under his shirt, and looks at him trying to convey the honesty in his words. He really hopes Magnus can see it in his eyes.

"Magnus, you're seeing things in this that aren't there. I am attracted to you, okay? And the fact that you are a Warlock is… unimportant. I've spent several nights gawking at you. I'm sexually attracted to you. There's no other reason. Believe me when I say I really don’t mind our differences. Just tell me if you are interested in diving into this without prejudices and with an open mind. Don’t make the same mistakes Shadowhunters have been making for centuries."

Magnus narrows his eyes at him and Alec holds his gaze until a lopsided smirk curls the corner of the Warlock’s mouth. Alec has won.

“Maybe, if you live up to expectations, I might consider seeing you again.”

Alec grins and dives in to kiss him again. It was even easier than expected, Alec considers. He didn’t even need to lie. He is undoubtedly attracted to the Warlock, he does think he is beautiful, he has been wanting to get closer to him for months and he doesn’t see any differences between Nephilim and any kind of Downworlders. No, he didn’t lie, even though his motivation may go further simply by having sex with one of the most sensual creatures on Earth.

In any case, Alec doesn’t feel guilty, not in the slightest.

When they break the kiss again, panting in each other's mouths, Magnus seems to have reached his own limit. He nuzzles his nose against Alec’s cheek until his lips are close to his ear.

Alec can't hold back another thrill.

“I think we should move this to the bedroom, what do you say?”

"I'd say that's a very good idea."

Magnus' warm breath in his ear makes him writhe helplessly. Alec has to admit that this mission has been anything but a hardship so far, though the Shax demon's injury was particularly nasty and perhaps he did underestimate the danger. Isabelle didn't let him hear the end of that, however, so Alec assumes he's been already punished for his recklessness. They move to the bedroom and Alec has barely the time to take in his surroundings, the large room, and the sumptuous decor, because Magnus pushes him making him stumble on the bed. He doesn’t waste time and straddles him again, pressing his body unabashedly against him.

"Tell me, Shadowhunter… Do you want me to fuck you, or do you want to fuck me?"

Alec instinctively puts his hands on Magnus’ hips while pondering the question carefully. He normally wouldn't care about that, appreciating both types of experience. He prides himself on having no prejudices or mental biases, and he knows exactly what he likes or what he doesn't find appealing and has no problem voicing his preferences. But this time it is different; because he must think about his next move, carefully. As much as he may feel dizzy with want, and excited to move forward and just get his release, this time he needs to evaluate the best strategy to earn Magnus’ trust. Which may be proving to be generous and attentive to his partner's preferences.

"I don't have a real predilection for one way or the other, so I'm open to both possibilities. Whatever you prefer is fine with me."

"Oh, what a gentleman... I didn't expect that from a Shadowhunter."

"What... Don't tell me you're the victim of platitudes or that you think a Shadowhunter shouldn't take something up his angelic ass, because I guarantee you that's not the case. Maybe it used to be that way…”

Magnus looks at him weirdly; he seems taken aback by his bold statement.

“You know what? I think I'd like to see what you can do with those runes; I want to feel the power of your half-angel fuck the Hell out of me, do you think you can do that?"

"That can be arranged, if you're sure about it, though."

"I'm not prejudiced, Alexander. And I'm sorry if I thought you were. It’s really up to you, I don’t have a favorite way either."

Magnus wants to feel his angelic power, huh? Alec grabs his stele and activates just the strength rune and the stamina rune. He doesn't want to overdo it and knows the Warlock is mostly teasing him. But if he wants a hard, hard fuck, well, that's what he's going to get. When he’s done, Alec rubs his nose down Magnus' throat, pulling his body closer. Then with a quick move rolls them over, landing on top of the Warlock, who does not waste any time but brazenly grabs his butt and squeezes it. Alec bucks his hips instinctively, with a soft moan.

"I love responsive men, you know? Guess I could make you scream my name all night."

“If you need to make a statement, that's fine… You can fuck me first, Magnus.”

“And that’s exactly what I am going to do.”

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When he sets foot in the Institute it is three in the morning and God, Alec feels sore everywhere in defiance of his runes. Jace is already asleep, while Isabelle has texted him that she was on her way back too from Hotel DuMort, so Alec decides to take a shower and wait for her, so they can catch up about the mission.

After a quick shower and with some clean clothes on, Alec hears a knock on the door and goes to open it. His sister waltzes inside, then, uncharacteristically unsure on her high-heels and looking a little tipsy; Alec guesses she had had a very good time too.

"Uhmm, you did have fun, didn’t you?"

"I did, you have no idea.” Alec couldn’t argue with that, because he did have a lot of fun.

“I went to talk to Raphael but then Stephen was there and another couple of guys too. We played... poker..."

Alec squints his eyes.

"I see...and?"

"And well, I won, and then we drank a little more and I got distracted... I told you, Stephen is very nice, but then Meliorn arrived."

"Meliorn? And what was he doing at Raphael’s?"

"He looked quite worried and surprised to find me there. Well, I was surprised too. Anyway, he claimed he needed to talk to Raphael. So, they went to another room and I managed to follow them with the excuse of needing the bathroom. I was careful… But I couldn’t get very close. I only overheard a couple of sentences, I didn't want to get caught... But it was so weird… Meliorn said that something was very dangerous and that this time they would all lose, vampires, Seelies, and werewolves too, and that it was time they put a stop to this thing."

"What thing?”

“I don’t know… I am sorry.”

“And Raphael? What did he say back?"

Isabelle scrunches her face, in disappointment.

"Raphael didn't say anything... Except that he didn’t want to get involved and that he would talk to Magnus, among all people, and as soon as possible. He sounded so damn serious… I mean way more than his usual level of serious."

Alec wasn’t expecting this kind of turn of events. What the fuck was Meliorn talking about? And apparently, all Downworlders may be involved.

“What the fuck is happening?”

“It seems our mother may have a point. Something is definitely stirring up in the Downworld."

"No… I don’t want to believe that… But… By the Angel, I have to admit that if Mum hadn't warned us, I certainly wouldn't have paid attention to what was happening under my nose... I feel silly, but also... I don't know, I don't think Raphael would do anything to harm us. I refuse to believe it. Maybe there's another explanation..."

"I hope that, Iz… If even the High Warlock of Brooklyn is involved, it may end in a real mess…"

“By the way, how did it go with him? Did you get into his pants?”

"It went well and there weren't a lot of pants involved, to be honest."

Isabelle shakes her head, with a little smile.

“That was terrible, Alec.”

Alec shrugs and tells her about his previous encounter with the Warlock, without going into detail about the epic fuck they had.

"Ok, so you’re gonna see him again. That’s good. Ah… One last thing… I heard from Jace, a couple of hours ago. He went to dinner at the Jade Wolf as planned, but sort of get caught in a little fight with Lily, you know how she likes to tease him…”

“And I know how Jace foolishly falls for it, every time.” He interrupts her with a sigh.

“Yep! That’s right too, but eventually, Maia intervened, and she kicked him out, but then… well, it seems that they hooked up in an alley near the pier before Maia kicked the fuck out of him again.”

Alec laughs… Maia is one of the strongest women he knows, aside from his sister. And Jace doesn't stand a chance with her. But those two sort of like each other... that's undeniable.

“Maia has always been kind to me. Sure, she is tough and not inclined to bare her neck, metaphorically speaking.” Alec concludes, thinking that Jace has not achieved great results so far... But what Isabelle overheard opens up new perspectives on the whole story.

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The next morning, when Alec comes down to breakfast, feeling all considered, sufficiently rested and revitalized even though he slept for no more than four hours, he finds a very annoyed Jace there with an evident scowl on his face, drinking his coffee at one of the tables and an overly amused Isabelle sitting across from him. Their sister is sporting a truly mocking expression on her face and it’s even too clear that she is nagging and teasing their brother about getting his ass kicked out of the Jade Wolf the night before. Jace doesn't seem to appreciate it much and continues to grunt monosyllabic answers to his sister's insistent inquiries.

“You really should leave werewolves to Alec, Jace. You clearly can’t handle them. They are wild, aren’t they? And unpredictable. Alec? Can you teach him, maybe? How to tame a werewolf or something like that?”

Alec is about to respond with a salacious comeback, but Jace glares at him and he clicks his mouth shut. Ok, maybe Jace deserves a little breather.

“Shut up you two. Maia is just unfairly mean to me and doesn’t miss a chance to humiliate me. You shouldn’t be friends with her.”

“Oh… I actually think that Maia is nothing but lovely... And, you know, she likes me.”

Isabelle coos, smugly, making Jace scoff resentfully and roll his eyes.

"Everyone likes you, Iz. In any case, I'm going back tonight. That woman drives me crazy. First, she pins me to the wall and jumps my bones, and then hits me like that. She is brutal. Maybe I should teach her some manners."

Alec grins, sitting down at the table, and places the tray full of pancakes and his steaming cup of coffee in front of him.

Isabelle winks at him and Alec decides to join in on the fun.

"And since when do you shine for manners, Jace?"

"Not funny."

"Oh, you are so wrong. You should see yourself, sitting here, all mopey and whiny… It’s actually a lot of fun." Isabelle says airily, taking a bite of her muffin.

“Pfff… You are just as mean as Maia. Anyway, I won’t give up, ok? I’ll win her over, eventually. What about you? Did you talk to Magnus?"

"Of course I did. And not only that I didn't get kicked out of his club by Magnus, but he took me to his loft."

"I see.” Jace says quietly, avoiding taking the bait. “Have you gathered useful information?"

"No, not yet... I just established a connection, I guess. I texted him this morning and he replied immediately. I think he will crumble very soon."

“I bet…”

Isabelle and Alec can't help but giggle at Jace's offended attitude until the moment is totally ruined. In fact, Maryse strides into the room followed by a girl, and stops on a sort of small platform, so that everyone can see and listen to her. Not that anyone at the Institute would dream of ignoring Maryse Lightwood.

"Attention everyone. Today, we are welcoming a new Shadowhunter at the New York Institute. I am glad to introduce our new recruit, Clarissa Fairchild to you. She is from Idris and is going to live here, on a permanent basis so I hope you all make her feel at home here. Clarissa, those at that table over there are my sons and my daughter; they will take care to show you around the Institute and answer your questions. Now please go and have your breakfast with them."

"Yes, Ma'am. Thank you."

The woman looks intently at her puzzled children from where she stands, as they stay frozen at the table and stare curiously at the new fellow Shadowhunter as she approaches them. Alec meets his mother’s eyes for a moment and gets the silent message she is sending him.

Don’t screw this up, Alec.

Ok, then. Another assignment for them. Taking care of the new boot. The girl must be someone important, otherwise, their mother wouldn’t be so bothered with her set-up at the Institute.

Well, perfect. Now in addition to the crazy mission they have already been assigned, now they also have to babysit this young girl, who is walking toward them with her chin up and a warm smile on her pretty face.

Isabelle stands up as soon as she gets to their table.

“Hi, Clarissa, I’m Isabelle, Izzie. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I hope you will be fine here. I mean, of course, you will. I’ll help you settle down, you know? And I’ll be happy to show you around… Have you already been to the Op Room or the training room, the library, the laboratory, my laboratory, or even the weapon room?”

The girl seems a little taken aback by the other girl’s loquacity, but then she smiles gratefully.

“Thanks, Isab… Izzie. You can call me Clary and no, I arrived about half an hour ago and I have only been to my room to drop off my bags and then I was escorted to the Head’s office, I mean your father’s office… until your mother dragged me here.”

“I know. She is a lot. But you’ll get used to it. Anyway, shall we go then? Oh, I was almost forgetting about them. These are my brothers. Alec and Jace. Boys? Say hello to Clary.”

“Hello, Clary.” They say obediently and perfectly in unison, looking even more puzzled than Clary.

“Hey, guys. Nice to meet you. I must say you both made quite the name for yourself back in Alicante. I guess I’ll see you later?”

Alec limits to nod his head, wondering what exactly is Clary referring to, while Jace must have run into some kind of malfunction since he seemingly can’t speak properly anymore.

“Of course. I mean, yes. We’ll be here. Not here, here. But you know. Around. I guess. So, ok, see you later, Clary. And… Welcome to New York? I suppose?”

Alec turns his head to look at his suddenly overly self-conscious brother with wide and surprised eyes. It's rare to see Jace reduced to a stuttering mess, especially when talking to a girl, but that's what is happening before him and Alec can't muffle a soft giggle.

When the two girls walk away at a brisk pace, Alec throws a meaningful look at Jace, with one of his eyebrows perfectly arched. He doesn’t even need to comment on Jace’s ridiculous demeanor to make him snap.

“What??” God, Jace is so fed up and Alec almost feels pity for him. Almost.

“I haven’t said anything, Jace.” Alec replies with a low, condescending voice. “But you’d really better get a grip on yourself and cool down, you know that? Anyway, I bet Clarissa Fairchild can kick your ass too.”

Jace flips him off and takes another sip of his coffee while Alec just can’t stop giggling.

He just can’t.

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PAIRING: Raditz/Reader RATING: Mature CONTENTS: Canon Divergence AU, Explicit Sexual Content, Romance, Mention of Pregnancy, Some fluff. WORDCOUNT: 4459

Summary:

Raditz would have never thought he would be sleeping next to a woman, the same woman, for years.

Notes:

I've been too lazy to upload this, I'm sorry. All chapters are on AO3 already!

Daylight was filtering through the window, and birds were singing right outside. It was peaceful, and while Raditz usually didn’t like peaceful, that early morning was certainly nice.

It was barely 7am, but he was awake, God knows why. You were sleeping right beside him, snoring faintly with your head resting on his arm. He snorted, it was a funny sight. He would have never thought he would be sleeping next to a woman, the same woman, for years. When he told you you were his mate a long time ago, you told him that wasn’t what they called it on Earth. ‘Girlfriend’ was the word you offered, with another alternative like ‘partner’ if he didn’t like that word, and even ‘lover’ if he was feeling romantic. He rarely used those, though.

Everything had been quiet and strangely calm the last year since Kakarot died. Raditz wasn’t used to it, he didn’t exactly know what to do with his free time, especially after Vegeta had sworn to never fight again. That had been bizarre, but he supposed he understood his reasons. He grew to like his brother, and his family, after all they have been through. Gohan was a nice kid, he was even kind to him, his kidnapper almost 7 years ago. And Goten was cute, he couldn’t deny it; he was the split image of his brother and his father.

Raditz turned to look at you. He really couldn’t believe it sometimes, that he would settle down on Earth. Sneaking his arm from underneath you, he removed the sheets, throwing them at the edge of the bed. Careful not to wake you, he sat up and leaned over your belly.

“Hello there, little guy. Or girl. Whatever you are.” He paused, looking at you to check if you were still sleeping. “Your mother told me I had to speak to you, even though you are probably tiny and I doubt you can even hear me or understand what I’m saying. I don’t know if I’m good at this, either.”

He looked at you again. Still sleeping. He supposed he could take the opportunity to say anything.

“It’s a shame you won’t get to meet your uncle. But your cousins are nice. Your aunt is nice too I guess, though she yells a lot. And your mother… She's right about a lot of things, but don’t tell her I said that… You’re gonna have a nice life here, and I will train you when you grow up a bit… I can’t wait to meet you, actually.”

He stopped when he noticed you shifting, and when he looked up at you, you were awake, knowingly grinning down at him.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” Raditz grunted, slumping back right beside you.

“You were talking to the baby.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“Why are you embarrassed?” You snickered quietly, scooting closer to him. “I encouraged you to do it. Supposedly it’s the size of a tangerine now, so I don’t think it understands you, though.”

He ran a hand down his face, trying to hide the embarrassment he felt. You hummed, amused, wrapping an arm around his waist, remaining silent for a few moments before speaking again.

“I hope it’s a girl. We will find out the next time we go to the doctor.” He grunted in acknowledgement. “What do you want it to be?”

“I don’t care, but… a girl would be nice.”

“Imagine if she has your wild hair.”

He snorted.

“I hope she looks like you if it’s a girl.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You’re beautiful.”

You smiled, nuzzling his neck.

“Paternity is really hitting you hard, huh?”

“I had always told you I found you attractive.”

“Yeah, you call me hot, sexy, and I think you even used the word alluring a few times. But rarely ‘beautiful’.”

“Don’t all those words mean that?”

“Not exactly. I like your compliments either way.”

“They’re true. I enjoy being with you.” He slid his hand down your back, tightening his grip on your waist.

When you looked up to smile at him, he kissed you, slow and sweet.

“We really should make the most of this time before the baby is born.” You sighed when Raditz trailed his lips down your jaw. “We won’t have much time afterwards.”

He pulled away to look at you, frowning.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that the baby will take up a lot of our time.”

“Why? It’s a baby.”

“Yeah, and babies cry, eat, poop and sleep. And we gotta do all those things with it, and when the baby sleeps, I’m supposed to be asleep too. That’s the first lesson.”

“Why just you?” He asked, confused.

“Well you too I guess. But a baby is hard work, we’re gonna be tired the first few months, we probably won’t have time to have sex.”

“Hold up.” He stopped you, suddenly alarmed. “How many days are we talking about?”

“Days?” You snorted. “After I give birth, it’s gonna take a month or two for my body to heal.”

“What?”

“And after that… I don’t know, maybe one or two months more until we get used to the baby’s schedule.”

Raditz looked at you, flabbergasted.

“We won’t have sex for four months?!”

For some ridiculous reason, you didn’t seem nearly as upset about that as he was. You even looked calm, so he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Are you fucking with me?”

“No. I just knew this before we even got pregnant.”

“And you still wanted to go through with this?!”

“Yes.” You snickered.

“Damn it. This baby better be the most powerful being in the entire universe.”

You kept giggling as Raditz resumed trailing kisses down your neck, slowly sliding a hand underneath your shirt.

“You know, my mom is kinda mad that I’m pregnant and single.” You commented casually, humming when he nibbled the skin under your ear.

“You’re not single, though.”

“I mean, technically no. But I’m not married.”

Somehow, this conversation seemed like a trap. He hadn’t been in any relationship before, but he interacted enough with Chichi and Bulma, and even you, to know that the direction where this was heading was tricky.

“You told me you didn’t care about that.” Raditz said after a while, pulling away a little to look at your face.

“I don’t.” You smiled sweetly. “After everything we went through, I don’t care about whether or not we are married. Goku was married to Chichi for like ten years, and yet he spent over a year apart from her and Gohan after the battle in Namek, with no explanation, and even now he chose to stay dead. Vegeta was not married to Bulma when she was pregnant, and he left her alone anyway during that time.”

He waited for you to go on, trying to grasp what you were trying to say.

“What I mean is, I don’t care if we’re married, it doesn’t mean anything. I just want you to stay here with me now.”

Raditz considered your words carefully. He remembered vividly that his father always left to go on missions, leaving his mother alone with him, even when she was pregnant with Kakarot, it wasn’t a big deal for him and he left anyway. His mother was pissed that last time because he was gone for months, and he missed his brother’s birth. He supposed that was the nature of the Saiyans, especially with how Kakarot and Vegeta had acted, but apparently that wasn’t good parenting for humans.

Looking into your eyes, he replied after a moment.

“I’ll stay.”

“You better.” You smiled widely.

He kissed you again, pulling you flush against him.

You made out slowly and sensually, Raditz running his hands up and down your sides, until you finally pulled away to take off your shirt, leaving you in just your panties. He moved to lie on top of you, but with a hand on his chest, you pushed him back against the mattress. He quirked an eyebrow at you as you sat up, and he smirked when you grinned and wiggled your eyebrows.

From where you were sitting, you got on your knees and leaned over towards his lap, sliding your hands towards his underwear. It was probably an awkward position for you, but Raditz had a privileged view of your behind at the same time he could also watch you blow him, so he wasn’t going to complain. He sighed when you planted small kisses on the skin of his stomach, just above the waistband of his boxers, and his cock throbbed in anticipation. Hooking your fingers underneath the fabric, you pulled his underwear down his thighs and his erection bounced free.

Raditz could see your face only partially from the side, that was the disadvantage of that position. You pulled your hair back as best as you could before wrapping your hand around his dick, taking your time stroking him, eliciting a quiet groan from his lips. When you darted your tongue and licked slowly at the head, he groaned again, louder this time.

“Fuck…” He cursed just as you took the head in your mouth. “You were always good at that…”

You hummed in approval, and Raditz ran a hand over your hair, removing the strands falling on your face. He kept his eyes on you as you licked on the side, from the base all the way up before wrapping your lips around the head again.

No matter how many times you had done that, he couldn’t take his eyes away from you every time. You were so good, you made sucking him off look effortlessly sexy, and your warm mouth felt like heaven each time you took him in.

He wished he could see your face, but he knew he was being greedy, it’s not like he hadn’t seen you looking right into his eyes as you blew him on other occasions. And looking at your ass from the side, this wasn’t so bad either.

Reaching out, Raditz pulled down your panties right below your butt before running his hand over your hips and down your cheeks. You moaned around him and jumped slightly when he slid his fingers right in between, softly touching your rear entrance and trailing lower over your folds all the way down to your clit. You didn’t pull away from him, still moving your head back and forth on his cock, and he kneaded your ass in appreciation.

His touch was light when Raditz ran his fingers over your entrance again, but when you took him deeper into your mouth, the tip of his dick stroking the back of your throat, he let out a guttural growl, and decided to stop teasing you. Licking his index and middle finger, he ran them over your folds before gently sliding them inside you.

He didn’t even know why he had licked his fingers.

“You are so wet already.” He panted heavily. “Does sucking my cock turn you on that much?”

You moaned around him in response, sliding his dick all the way in until he hit the back of your throat again, and holding it in place for a few seconds. Raditz let out a low groan, his hips jerking upwards just as you pulled back. He pumped his fingers inside you before pulling them out and rubbing your clit, paying you back for your skills. Your toes curled and your body shivered at that, and you drew back for a moment to moan loudly, your hand stroking his cock instead.

Raditz was mentally debating whether or not to come in your mouth, and when you went back to wrapping your lips around his dick and bobbing your head up and down, he was so close to simply letting you do as you pleased. But his fingers were inside you again, plunging in and out, and he just knew he had to have you, he had to bury his cock in your tight warmth.

He pulled out his fingers, caressing your clit softly for good measure, before he grabbed a handful of your ass to squeeze it. You hummed contently around him, and pulled away with a loud pop when he suddenly tugged at your arm.

“Come here, babe.” Raditz said with a smize, knowing well what it did to you when he called you that.

As you took off your underwear completely, he popped his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them, tasting you. You watched him intensely while he did it, and he was proud to see a faint blush on your cheeks.

“You always taste good.” He commented as you straddled him.

“I want to say you’re a pervert,” You tossed your panties at his face playfully, but he caught them just before they hit him. “But I kinda like that about you.”

He smelled your panties before tossing them aside, and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I guess we are both perverts.”

Raditz pulled you down on top of him and kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing him back fervently. He ran his hands all over your skin, from your back and all the way down to your hips and butt, stroking your flesh, wrapping his tail around your waist tightly.

“You’re so fucking hot,” He murmurred against your lips, wrapping his arms around you again to keep you close. “I want you so bad.”

You smiled into the kiss before pulling away.

“You have me.”

He smirked as you sat up a bit, running your hands from his shoulders and down his chest, feeling his hardened skin. There was a faint scar from when he fought against Goku and Piccolo on his torso, and you traced a finger over it before sliding your hands lower. Raditz glanced at you carefully and grasped his cock before you did, pumping it in his hand just as you positioned yourself above it.

When you slowly sank into him, you both moaned in unison. You leaned down to kiss him, and he kissed you back softly, humming when you started rolling your hips. Raditz let you set the rhythm however you wanted, resting his hands on your hips and keeping his tail around your waist.

His breath hitched when you shifted slightly and lifted your hips before slowly sinking back down. You moaned against his lips as you set the pace, steady and unhurried. Raditz ran his hands everywhere he could reach, from your chest, over your back and down your hips, squeezing your butt when he settled his hands there. You kept making small noises, and he swallowed every one of them, kissing you urgently.

“Talk to me.” You whispered, looking at him in the eye. “I love it when you talk to me…”

“I know.” He replied with a smug smile, and you chuckled quietly. “All I can think about is that you are going to kill me if you don’t speed up.”

You laughed breathily and kissed him gently, still keeping the same slow rhythm you had set.

“You are torturing me on purpose.” He gripped your hips tightly for a minute as his hips jerked upwards, making you moan loudly. “You always do that.”

Raditz started meeting your hips halfway, thrusting up just as you ground down, but he tried to keep up with the pace you had set, as torturous as it was for him.

“I enjoy you more this way.” You said in between moans and kisses.

“You’re evil.” With a smirk on his lips, he gripped your ass a little more roughly than usual, digging his fingers into your flesh and making you cry out, before letting you go. “You’re so wet and tight, and you do this to me…”

You took mercy on him at last and you pulled away, bracing your hands on the mattress, and lifted your hips before pushing down on him rapidly. Raditz groaned, squeezing your hips as you finally started riding him more eagerly.

“Fuck yes, baby, keep doing that…” He grunted, fixing his eyes on his cock disappearing in between your thighs, getting lost in the sensation of being wrapped inside your warmth. He slid his hands upwards towards your bouncing breasts, massaging them as his gaze moved towards your face. “You’re fucking amazing…”

You bit your lip, staring down at him before leaning in to kiss him. You kept that speed, dropping your hips swiftly onto his cock. Raditz thrust upwards every time, his hands once again settling on your ass and squeezing it more gently then. He kissed you back hungrily, running his tongue over your lips as you moaned into his mouth.

It was like he couldn’t get enough of you, and while mostly he would let you do as you pleased (he liked whatever you did to him, that was basically what got him under your spell), he was dying to take control.

Holding you close to him, Raditz sat up without breaking away from your lips. You made a little surprised noise and wrapped your arms around his shoulders when he got on his knees to turn around. He placed you carefully on your back on the bed, nibbling your lips before pulling away and sitting in between your thighs.

He would have to be more mindful than before now that you were carrying his child.

“Don’t worry,” You said, almost as if reading his mind. It shouldn’t even be a surprise that you would guess what he was thinking about, and he smiled down at you. “The baby will be fine. As long as you don’t punch me in the stomach or something.”

“When have I ever done something like that?” He rolled his eyes.

“I’m just saying, you don’t have to hold back.”

That look in your eyes, they were implicitly begging Raditz to be rough. He knew you well enough.

Hooking your legs over his elbows just as his tail wrapped around your thigh, he didn’t waste time and thrust into you with deliberate force, making you scream. He started pounding into you ruthlessly, leaning down to mouth at your neck, nibbling and sucking the skin there.

“You take me so fucking well,” Raditz groaned against your ear, reveling in the moans coming from your lips. “Fuck, I would do anything for you…”

You whimpered loudly, sneaking your hands into his hair and tugging lightly at the roots. His hips bucked into you harshly, and a purr slipped from the back of his throat.

“My pussy was made for you.” You breathed into his ear, once again pulling at his hair, a little harder this time.

His hips faltered again, and a guttural growl slipped from his lips.

It had been a long time since Raditz realized you knew too much about his weaknesses, and back when you were just starting to have sex regularly, he would knowingly let you touch him however you wanted; at some point he was even testing himself. And he hadn’t regretted anything ever since, your touch only bringing him pleasure every single time. Not to mention that you had started talking dirty back to him, and that simply set his body on fire.

As a reward, he slammed into you almost violently, and your body shivered underneath him.

“Everything about you is made for me.” He grunted, licking your neck before pulling away to kiss your lips.

You let go of his hair then, sliding your hands down to cup his face briefly before running them down his body and settling in his hips.

Once again, Raditz wasn’t expecting you to graze your fingers over his tail, just where it met his lower back. And he certainly wasn’t expecting you to tug on it. He should have, you didn’t do it as often, but only when you wanted to spur him on.

“Fuck,” He groaned against you lips, his hips jerking forward roughly. “Are you trying to make me come?”

“I’m gonna come soon,” You panted, once again pressing your fingers over that same spot, his rhythm turning uneven. “Keep fucking me…”

Raditz grunted when you softened your touch on his tail, relieved that he could make this last at least a little longer. But only for so long, both of you were on the verge of your climax, and he knew your body as if it was his own.

Focusing on you and the sensation you were giving him, he started ramming into you without mercy, his cock sliding in and out at a deliciously brutal pace. His nerves were ablaze, and he groaned into your neck, marveling in the cries coming from your lips. His tail tightened its grip on your thigh, almost as if scared you were going to slip away.

The headboard was rattling wildly against the wall and the bed was creaking loudly; the room was filled with the obvious sounds of skin slapping against skin, mixed in with your moans and his groans. Your pleasant smell was invading his nostrils, and Raditz inhaled deeply, getting lost in all his senses and the feeling of having your body pressed against his and his cock pumping in and out of your wet warmth.

He was going to come, and he intended for you to come with him. Letting go of one of your legs, he slipped his hand in between your bodies and stroked your clit intensely. You stammered a cry, digging your fingers into his skin.

“I’m so fucking happy you’re mine,” He whispered hoarsely against your ear, licking the skin of your jaw. “Only mine.”

When Raditz felt you clenched around him as you reached your climax, he bit your neck. The moan that left your lips was music to his ears, and when you pulled at his tail once again, he knew he was about to stumble over the edge.

With a growl, he came inside you, his cock pulsing as he filled you up with his load. His body shuddered as his hips jerked a couple of times, riding his orgasm. He came so much, with such intensity, that cum spilled from inside you, dripping onto the sheets.

You let go of his tail then just as Raditz let go of your leg, and he pressed his lips against yours. It was just that, lips pressing against lips, pulling away to gasp for air before kissing again.

“I’ve been yours since the very first time…” You whispered very quietly, wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders.

Raditz smiled into the kiss, squeezing you in his arms before pulling out, groaning at the sudden lack of warmth, and moving to lay beside you. He pulled you closer and kissed you again, and you hummed contently against his lips. You made out lazily, basking in the afterglow, and you ran your hands through his hair, eliciting a faint purr from him.

“You haven’t been this romantic since that time you got really drunk…” You commented after a while, nuzzling his neck.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said, feigning ignorance.

Of course he knew what you were talking about, he remembered it vividly, even if it was almost four years ago.

“Your mouth is like heaven and I do not deserve it, I see the universe when I come inside you-”

“I don’t remember-”

“I worship your body with my lips like you are God-”

“Enough!” He practically yelled, blushing deeply, making you giggle. In his drunken state, Raditz couldn’t control the words coming from his mouth then, and surviving Namek had him feeling incredibly grateful to be alive and to have been able to return to you, and the words simply slipped out from his lips that night as soon as he started undressing you. Why you remembered his exact words were beyond him. “You were drunk too, how do you even remember…”

“I wasn’t as drunk as you were. And that was the most romantic thing someone ever said to me.” You planted a kiss on his neck, and he groaned, embarrassed. “And today is a close second, even if it wasn’t nearly as cheesy as that time.”

His fingers pinched your waist in an attempt to stop the direction of the conversation, and it worked when you squeaked, slapping his chest playfully.

That day was also the day Vegeta decided to stay on Earth, and he also remembered his reaction when he met you that same day…

“What?” You asked when Raditz started chuckling.

“That was the time you and Vegeta met for the first time.”

“Oh…” You remembered that moment as well, and couldn’t help but snicker.

“He sure was surprised when he first heard your voice.”

“His entire face looked like a tomato.”

You both laughed at the memory. He really should have made you take a photo.

“Does Bulma know why he reacted like that?”

“Of course, I told her before she even got involved with him.”

Raditz hummed in acknowledgment, still chuckling.

Nuzzling in closer, you stayed quiet for a while, and he figured you probably fell asleep. Just when he was starting to doze off, you spoke again.

“How do you feel about going for a pizza?”

He opened his eyes, confused, and checked the clock by the nightstand.

“It’s 8 in the morning…”

“You can fly somewhere where it’s not 8 in the morning.”

“Is this how it’s gonna be from now on?” He asked, looking at you like you were crazy.

“I mean, the baby is hungry, and I sure as fuck am hungry. Pregnant women already have cravings, but I bet the Saiyan baby in me is probably making me more hungry than I would normally be.”

“Fuck…” Sighing loudly, Raditz mentally prepared himself to get up.

“Buy five pizzas.”

“Five pizzas?!”

“Yeah, I assume you want to eat too.”

He grumbled, begrudgingly sitting up and running his fingers through his hair as he looked around the room for his boxers.

“Thank you, I love you.” You cooed.

His heart fluttered at your words, and he was glad he wasn’t facing you at the moment, or you would have seen the blush on his face.

Raditz had already told you he loved you a couple of times in the past, and while at times he was dying to tell you over and over again (like that day he was drunk), he still had an image to maintain. As stupid as he felt about it at times. Like right then, when he was going to look for food at 8 in the morning just because you asked. The love he felt for you was explicit.

“Whatever.” He replied, running a hand down his face to hide his smile.

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