carnal-lnstinct

[carnal-lnstinct]

✿✿✿

pairing: sesshomaru x human!reader content: established relationship, domestic fluff, humor, slightly ooc sesshomaru: eating human food A/N: I found my old sesshomaru rp blog and got inspired to write this. Also didn't proofread this so fingers crossed.

The soft sound of a crack and annoyed grunt that followed brought your eyes up from your bowl just in time to see two bits of broken chopsticks fall to the floor from his hand. His brows were tense, the squint of golden eyes cursing the flimsy workmanship of tools, all tools by default, made by human hands. His hold was careful, delicate, and precise in maintaining an acceptable grip on the tools, yet a small adjustment between his fingers and clawed digits had snapped through yet another pair of chopsticks. They are perfectly adequate for humble village folk who made do with them, but for a powerful youkai like himself more comfortable with the luxury of those fitted for his hands, these may as well have been twigs pinned by carriage wheels– Exercising restraint or no.

That annoyed look on his face said it all for you and you purse your lips to stifle a soft titter, trying to hold your own food in your mouth while you chewed. Sesshomaru’s stare then finds you, the daiyoukai setting down the bowl of cooked meat from his other hand and letting the remaining pieces of chopsticks fall before him.

He was one whose presence you allied with mastered grace and control, yet witnessing him struggle to even hold human chopsticks in his hands without breaking them forced an amused smile on your face. Endearing him all the more in your graces. You love every chance you get to see that dignified composure break and learn about these tiny flaws of his. Sesshomaru was someone you could describe as nothing less than beautiful perfection in this world, especially compared to the likes of a human like yourself. Without much guidance or thought, you held him on a pedestal but when moments like this happen you learn that even a regal creature like himself could be relatable. His stubbornness to prove himself never failed to expose who he was behind his title and eminence. A man, like any other, who every once in a while deserves a private moment of being his honest self. You just wish it lasted longer, but his pride in his heritage would not allow him to be as such for more than a passing moment.   

It’s not his fault his powerful claws could do such a thing without even trying, it couldn’t be helped. But it’s his determination to dine with his wife in her human village, to try and try again despite a repeat performance of broken pair after broken pair. It spoke highly of the restraint he must truly hold himself to when those same claws brush over your skin and you press yourself into them with complete faith. 

“You find this amusing?” He dryly delivered to your ears only making your smile widen.

“Not at your expense, My Lord.” You uttered in an airy tone with your eyes lowered from him, trying not to allow a laugh to slip. You can feel the sear of his glare and hesitate to make eye contact, only to give yourself time to compose before the urge to laugh takes over. You set down your own bowl and reach for his, gathering a saucy, rare cut of meat. “I can look into having a special pair fashioned for you.” Maybe Master Totosai would help? If you asked nicely, but maybe humble chopsticks fit for a demon would belittle the blacksmith’s skills. It’s not like you can just waltz up to any other demon, let alone make such a trifle of a request. You’ll run it by Jaken to see if he can be of assistance

You let the last bit of juice drip from the helping before lifting it up toward Sesshomaru, looking up at him expectantly. 

“I am not concerned with this.” Sesshomaru answers, composure restored as he ran a hand through his hair, loosely tucking it back behind his ear and tossing the length over his shoulder. He closes his eyes, a quiet sigh falling from his nose and he leans forward with an open mouth gathering the helping from the end of your chopsticks.

“Shall I continue to feed you, then?” You insisted in a lighthearted tease with an arch brow

“...” His brows narrowed as he chewed, keeping his eyes closed as he did. You smiled lovingly.

“It would be no trouble at all.” 

He reopens his eyes and looks at you, glare softened. Safe to assume how you would go about this little chore you encouraged piqued his curiosity. When his mouth stills and throat softly bobs, he answers.

“Do as you like.”

[carnal-lnstinct]

GOHAN ONE-SHOT

  ☆☆ Rating: M / 18+. MINORS DNI.

It was like he was never there. It was like he was gone in thin air.

The mild-mannered soul who is always tempered by a desire to only be the best example of a good and decent man. One who turned away from unnecessary conflict whenever possible and was justly firm when it is required of him. But oh so kind and thoughtful, benevolent almost to a fault. His sickeningly sweet nature could never take away just how adorable he could be, however. It couldn't be helped teasing him for being such a goody two shoes all the time and just how often one would have to force his nose from a book to bring him back to reality. Crazy, to think of him being of the same caliber as Trunks from the future or even harboring traits like Vegeta. And yet the more those glasses come off, the more this sweet image of Gohan grows fuzzy in your head.

It's not just the glasses, the entire mask comes off and that docile man you teased feels like the greatest lie ever told. Only then do you understand what he holds in common with the other saiyans, along with what differentiates him from any other in existence in how well— how frighteningly natural— he was able to hold it within until just the right moment.

Where does he hide this beast that fiercely fucks you with your leftovers still on your bed, spilling over the sheets he so diligently washed with care for its quality and even tucked it perfectly around the mattress? This man who further soiled them with whatever dripped from the brutish, deep strokes into your stretched hole already filled to the brim of his cum. Clenching his jaw with focus, he could only heed his own maddening desire to build up his ecstasy to completion and let his hips snap faster. With a strong hand holding you down in submission at the nape and the other refusing to let your knees sink away under his pressure. Less you were his lover the longer it went on and your drowned-out mind turned you into his perfect little cock sleeve. Finding your voice only with each rough smack of his hips into yours. Your succulent insides had endured enough to sate you for days, yet greedy enough to not turn away another beautiful, numbing shock of pleasure to send your eyes rolling into your head. Trying your best to hold your hips in place for him while your face is in a wet stain of your own drool. You couldn't even warn him of your orgasm coming when it seized you finally, enduring his cock force through each exciting squeeze and driving all your senses into overload.

Gohan spares you no relief from its intensity, his strength on full display making sure you take every pump of his cock as he rocked his hips more closely to yours to make use of the sporadic tightness around him. He released himself so deep against your tendered sweet spots, so fucking nice to take in. He was certain to let your body nurse every drop from his tip and relished the messy sight with a smirk knowing it would all fall out if he pulled out right now. Far gone was the mild bookworm you had to drag by the ear to stomach something more than a third cup of coffee. You couldn't easily fill his cheeks with blush from a wink and chaste flash of skin like you normally could. This Gohan could only see the ease of your useless challenge and pound into you all the same, longer if needed, until your tongue hung out of your mouth and your used body twitched in the hushed afterglow.

But this time, you are given mercy. The pressure on your neck slips away and hole emptied after a discarded piece of clothing was placed under you to catch it all. He eases your hips down, letting you sink in your haze onto the bed. Suddenly, your sweet and caring Gohan resurfaces. Needing to lie beside you and fit you against his athletic body with your back to his chest, feel your lips with his own when you turn in search of more affection, and fully aware of what he put you through to know what was needed now. He reaches over you, saving his glasses from falling off the edge of the bed and placed them over his eyes. You definitely won't be playing keep-away with them again any time soon.

Gohan however comes out of the sweet moment too quickly for your liking, already pouting at the stains your turned-over food was going to make if he can't soak it soon enough.

when it's time, when it's time, when it's time. . . It won't matter. It won't matter. ♥

[carnal-lnstinct]

The Candle Wick Beckons

☆☆ Content: ( demon au. demon!gogeta & demon!vegito x female reader. m/f/m threesome. demon summoning. implied rivalry. oral sex-female & male receiving. rough kissing. rough sex. biting. spanking. double penetration. overstimulation. anal sex. 6k words ) ☆☆ Warning: ( dark theme, soft horror/occult elements, explicit language, manipulation, noncon/dubcon→ consent ) ☆☆ Rating: M / 18+. MINORS DNI ☆☆ A/N: *translation: "arise/awaken" -courtesy of google translate so it's probably inaccurate I am also now slightly less scared of the dark

This all happened so fast, but it finally happened! You could officially call yourself a homeowner and were proud of it to wind up with such a spacious house to fill up. It was in nice enough condition and you didn't waste time moving some essentials in as soon as you could. Traveling back and forth to your former residence took so much of the day away alone, you barely had the strength to move another box from the van afterward.

It was only after you bid your helpers a good night and tried to get comfortable with what you had that it finally sunk in you were going to be alone in this empty house for the night. Worse, the power wasn't going to be connected until tomorrow. You made use of your remaining light getting yourself settled in for a long, quiet night in the dark.

After setting up a little place on the floor with your mattress, sheets, and pillows, you took the time to search the home in hopes of finding something left behind by the previous owner to help you through the night. Scouring one floor after the other, you come across the attic area that was fashioned out to be an extra bedroom. With your phone flashlight guiding you, a glint reflects the light and catches your attention before you turned to leave. A candle holder carelessly left on the floor and to your fortune still holding a long, red candlestick. You quickly swipe it up and thought to go a third time over the room, shining the light under the built-in furniture. To your luck, another holder tucked against the wall underneath the counter and a candle attached as well. It made you work for it, but you were successful in leaving the room with the two extra candles and a bit of dust on your clothing.

Returning to the now darker living room, you pried open one of the boxes and took out a few scented candles of your own to help light the room. Once the lighter was located, you started with your own candles and their familiar scents, placing them throughout the corners of the living room and the visible corners of the hall between the bathroom and the kitchen. Letting your phone rest for the night as well, you switched its flashlight off and used the candles around to see, looking over one of the found candles from the upstairs room. Flicking the lighter on, tiny letters carved into the holder became more detailed and you squint to try and make it out.

"Mez-a-me-ru* Go-ge-ta." You sound out to yourself and felt certain you butchered the words but shrugged it off as you set the flame to the candle's wick. You sat it down to let the flame grow on top and reached for the other to repeat. This one's writing was slightly different, however. Once again bringing the holder closer to the lighter's flame to read: "Mezameru*... Ve-gi-to." These must have belonged to a real candle connoisseur or something to have such pompous names, you imagined. You gave a mocking snort and tilted the black candle over to the flame, making a note to look up the brand tomorrow to get an idea of the value on these unique candle holders.

Finders, keepers and profit.

The way the smoke rose from these candles would imply some sort of incense made into the wax or possibly the wick, but they did not give off any immediate smells. Not that you could notice right away with all the scented candles you already filled the space with. You take each candle holder in your hands and move to place them in their temporary set up for tonight, the red set inside the kitchen, and then down the hall to set the black into the bathroom before returning to your "bed" for tonight. It was still too early for any sleep and there was no power to cook anything right now, so you continued to dig through a few of your boxes for anything else to entertain you and distract from the silence. Adding on to your to-do list for tomorrow to look into playing cards and board games for any future power outages as you did.

Finding the contents useless without a power source, you push the boxes aside and fall back onto the mattress with a sigh. Choosing instead to pass some more time with thoughts on your milestone accomplishment. How the various smells circling the room opened your imagination to all the future sweets you could bake in your own home to give that wholesome feeling. It ended up making you hungrier, the sweetness in the air working with the heat that brought them to life.

A distinct burning smell hits your senses and you sit up on guard, looking towards the candlelit areas for any signs of excessive smoke or large flame but found none. A thump from the kitchen did draw your attention further. Afraid one of the boxes holding your dishes may have tumbled over, you pick up the closest scented candle and follow the path into the kitchen to look around. The burning scent had become stronger, as well. A halfhearted look around the dimly lit kitchen showed no signs of anything falling over, but the smell was definitely coming from that old candle. Fanning the incense-like smoke from your face you move closer to snuff out the wick with a quick breath, however the heavy thud directed your attention away before you could. Your eyes are immediately drawn toward the darkness where you felt the impact on the hardwood floor vibrate from across the room.

Vibrant eyes reflect the soft light, low to the ground and quickly flicking from left to right to you. Your heart pounded, then settled with a heavy sigh once you noticed movement just above it. A tail swaying. "Fuck, just a cat." You laughed to yourself. "I don't know how you got in here, but I'll let you stay for the night if you're good company." You leaned down a little with your free hand opened, inviting the little thing closer. "C'mon, little guy." You encouraged, the eyes lifting at the gesture.

The longer you looked upon the "small" silhouette the more your eyes adjusted to the darkness around it. You started to see a bit more detail, that it was in fact not small like a cat as you presumed, but something large hunched over and the light of its eyes rose higher and higher as it stood. Even across the room, it towered over you leaving you speechless and pumping your heart right back up. It was the large hand that reached back out to you revealed by the candlelight that shook you entirely and you sprinted out of the kitchen with barely a sound on your breath. Distance and concealment were sought in your panic, practically diving into the bathroom and trying to quietly close the door to not be detected.

You tried to wrap your head around what you saw— was it a burglar who had slipped in while you were all moving the boxes, waiting for the right moment, or maybe some shelterless man who made use of the emptied home without the seller's notice? Maybe your mind was playing tricks on you, the first night alone in a new house and all. It was hard trying to catch your breath surrounded by the strong, burning scent of the bathroom candle. It made you panic more. What if your short breaths could be heard through the door or the smell attracted the intruder? You held your hand over your mouth to try to keep from letting your worry slip out in fearful whines, turning your eyes to your candlelit reflection in the bathroom mirror. You left your ears opened to any sounds outside the door, yet your eyes honed in on the mirrored image of the bathroom.

Behind you was a mass of shapeless black forming where you should be seeing the empty towel rack reflected. It looked as if the smoke of the candle was twisting around it, giving the form of a head and shoulders taller than your own. You were frozen.

"You're not the one..." An eerie whisper creeps over your shoulder and into your ear. That's when you see them again, the pair of vibrant eyes that faded into view of the mass, the sharp blue color standing out and lowering to the dancing flame. "But you lit the candle anyway." The mass in the mirror leaned and you can hear a faint jingle, then see the darkness stretch across your shoulder. And you felt it, the heaviness of a warm touch, and you could see the contour of fingers. You let out a shriek from the depth of your chest and tore the bathroom door open to flee. The scented candle in your hand was carelessly abandoned and dropped, the melted wax killing the flame. You made a run toward the remaining candles to reach the front door.

Your path is blocked, the burning smell filling your nose again suddenly and you collide with hot skin and fur brushing your hands. Frantic hands try to fight off the body before you but you are sharply grasped by your arms and lifted off your feet, brought face to face with the intruder from the kitchen. The shine of its blue eyes scrutinizes you behind the long red mane framing its face. More humanlike features are further revealed to you, though the prick of claws in your arms and what you saw in the bathroom said otherwise. It was then you see the eyes flick past your head and its red brow narrowed further. A deep groan hums behind the creature's mouth and you are turned to face the other side of the living room like some lightweight thing.

"Quit your skulking. I already have her." The unnatural dual-tone voice makes you flinch as it passed your ears, your eyes bouncing around the darkened corners until locking on another set of glowing eyes peering around the corner of the hall. The black mass from the bathroom. Its presence stirs up a growl from your captor as it slides further into view with that soft jingle, crossing into the light of the candles and fading into a similar shape to the redheaded creature. Humanoid features with a more reddish fur, a black mane that grew away from its face and down its back with long strands still hanging in front of its eyes. And those glowing blue eyes as if they gave off their own light.

It smirked revealing the sharp canines, earrings jingling as it approached. "Well would you look at that, two candles lit at the same time. That's never happened before." Even their voices sounded the same.

"Mine was lit first." Answered from behind you.

"What does that matter? We're both here now."

"So the claim is mine."

The darker-haired entity moved to close the space between you, eyes glancing you over before going back to its kin. "There are no rules that say that."

"What do you want?!" You spouted in the growing tension, starting up a struggle to get free and out from between them. "I-Is it the house? You can have it! I'll-I'll leave it for you right now!" You declared in your useless thrashing. There is a silence that made you pause and look between them, noting the raised brow in the one before you. You're then set back on your feet, but not quite free of the grasp keeping you in place.

"You summoned us, Namekeeper." Your clutcher insisted, spinning you to face him. "What do you want?"

You tried to keep yourself still but you were terrified and the chill up your spine said to break free and run. Everything you'd just seen left your body shaking and your heart racing in your chest. You kept your head low, catching sight of his long tail swaying as you answered. "I-I didn't." You implored, "I just got here and I-I can leave if you need me to."

"-So you just came into this house to go pyromaniac on every candle you see?" The Darker-haired one spoke up again, glancing around at the scented candles.

"No no, this is my house. I paid for it!" You quickly rebutted, regretted it, and dialed your tone back down. "B-But you can definitely have it back."

"Then you are our 'Candelabra'. The Namekeeper." The red-haired one dictated to you, a clawed finger pokes your forehead tilting your head up to look at him as the dark-haired one wandered over into your line of sight as well.

"You spoke the magic words and lit the way between the realms to you- the candle with our names on it. And..." He paused, further observing you with a light tilt of his head. "—You really have no idea?" Your head lightly shook. Looking between them and taking in their distinct appearance side by side, it finally came to you.

One red, one black. "You're... f-from those old candles...?" You divulged out loud, both astonished and further petrified by what kind of monsters you accidentally let out just trying to comfort yourself in the dark. You start to see why they were abandoned in the attic room but they speak as if it's normal they are summoned from lighting the candles. Expecting you to know. There was little to no history shared about whoever owned this house before you, but it further clicks why it was obtained practically hassle-free. They were nutjobs cavorting with evil spirits! The whole house was probably haunted. Now it was your problem with the hope you would live long enough to get yourself out of it.

"Not a single protection ward in sight." Is pointed out by one of them, the pair scanning over the room before they exchange glances. Smirks rise in a synchronized manner as a common understanding is silently established between them. You clearly have proven that you were out of your element being so unguarded, but the fact of the matter is you summoned them anyways. Whatever it is that governs the conditions they adhere to, they couldn't just leave. As any stubborn or mischievous spirit, they must be removed. Or, a need must be met, and for that, they could not allow you to leave, either.

One who holds the names of demons has the power of everything they are at the break of their lips, the voice that calls them through the veil between the realms. You are The Candelabra now, they are yours. Not one, but two demons ( a moral foul in its own right with the fickle nature of demons ). Their very presence in this reality is tethered to their handler and it is every bit amusing to them you don't even know it. No commands to bring them to heel and no charms to guard your mind, body, or soul against their influence. Plenty before have been driven mad by such raw exposure to the otherworld, there may only be a matter of time before you share that fate.

They could simply do whatever they want now. At least until sunrise.

The black-haired entity's hand comes down on your shoulder as if to be viewed as a playful gesture, making you flinch all the same as he hunched over you. "Naughty human playing with demon seals. Don't you know how dangerous that is?" The utterance of the word "demon" gave your wary heart another jolt, the truth spoken into existence. You summoned demons! No amount of horror movies could prepare you for the real deal.

"Obviously not." The redhead hunched as well with a mischievous cant of his head toward you. "You hold our names and have no idea what that means." The two start to laugh, unsettling you even more at what they could, or would, do to you. A split second of bravery spikes in your body and you snatch away from them, stumbling back a little as you did.

"No! You don't know what it means!" You fuss, voice cracking with fear but with an authoritative tone backing it up. "I-I summoned you, you're supposed to obey me or somethin'! S-So go away! For a thousand years!" It put a stop to their laughing, but now they just looked at you as if you were the odd one. Another exchange of glances and one of them shrugs. Playing along.

"Aww, but we all just got here. Whatever. If you want us gone, then fine. As you wish, Namekeeper.." Red shoulders shrugged under dark locks, the earring demon speaking with a profound, condescending tone. His leer darkens on you. "You say the magic word and we're out of here." The brief instance of relief leaves you. The auburn-furred demon vanished from your sight and you felt the rush of heat along with that smoky smell brush over you, feeling his presence close behind you.

"...What is my name?" He whispered in your ear, the slight sight of red bangs appearing in your peripherals.

Your mouth gaped slightly, bottom lip trembling as if trying to speak whatever danced at the tip of your tongue. You don't remember what you read. Those words are muddled in your mind and of course there are no summoning candles nearby for reference. "Go-...Govito?" Uttered in lackluster confidence and immediate regret.

"Amateur." Followed a snicker. "You're a rude Namekeeper." A black claw traces up the contour of your thigh to your hip. "But with pretty skin."

In what little fight you had left it disappeared at the touch. You felt defeated and lost in how to deal with a situation such as this. Feeling threatened by the red-haired demon's remark, you began to softly cry to yourself. Begging the demon in a voiceless whimper. "Don't tear off my skin, please. Please, don't."

"Why not? It grows back, I hear." More venturous hands hold your hips, claws gathering the fabric of your top and pulling it up to expose more of your skin making you clutch your hands tight in discomfort. Your shirt was raised enough that you could feel the air around your waist and stomach, the weight of your breasts now settling in his large hands. You feel yourself being drawn back, closer to his igneous body. "Never tasted human skin fresh before."

"There's plenty that can be done with human skin, ya know." The other speaks up, closing in on you as well with a tameless leer. Licking his lips, his hands reach out to your exposed skin, caressing the invisible line from your sternum down to your belly button with his thumb. "But you get a little more out of it when it's still warm and flushed with blood." He chuckled with his red tail wagging behind him. The clasp of your bottoms is undone with a persistent claw, tearing the fabric to reveal the lower parts of your body while your breasts are affectionately fondled and squeezed. First through the fabric of your crumpled-up shirt, and then the heated bare hands against your supple, soft skin causing you to try to shake yourself loose from the provocative touching. You started to see your own death play out in your mind, being torn open like a paper bag by white fangs and black claws making you want to fight to live.

Another pair of hands capture your hips and hold you in place, frightful eyes watching the black head lower to your exposed body and give your lower stomach a tasteful lick. His tongue was warmer than the feel of his hands and moved with a mind of its own. Your fear made you certain it was just an act to mark the right place on your body before he gnawed a hole into your flesh and ate what fell out. Your fear prepared you for that, seizing your body up in preparation for unimaginable pain when he draws back.

However, it is your unprotected clit that his mouth closes over, hot tongue carving a line up and down your slit and skillfully lapping over the reactive nerve making your body jump in a mix of stimulation and genuine shock. As a delighted hum vibrates between your legs, your nipples are then suddenly pinched earning a vocal response from you that is further drawn out by the mouth "feeding" on your body.

"Very cute." The Red-haired demon purred behind you, further toying and tugging at your nipples as your hands grabbed onto his in response. His auburn tail slides between your breast, snaking around one to give it a fond squeeze. "I guess you could be a worse Namekeeper. You did tell me I could stay if I was good company. I'll be sure to make a lasting impression on you."

"-W-Wait, no don't do th-ah!" You tried to fuss between the strokes against your sensitive bud and teased tits. Your legs almost caved at their attentiveness, steadying yourself with a heavy hand clutching the dark mane below you. "Wait, wait-please I can't-" Your words were lost in the mewls you tried to contain, willing your body to not fall into pleasure given by these demons.

"What did you expect from us, you summoned demons." He snickered in his chest, his tongue now tasting your nape and shoulder as he continued to snug your breasts in his hold.

Defying them shouldn't be this difficult. This had to be wrong on numerous levels and everything in your morals told you so. Whatever obligation to you they had, you had already convinced yourself they were monsters. Killers, maybe. You reminded yourself over and over they are frightful beasts that no good could come from, clenching that thought in your mind to stay grounded. And like the beasts they are, they mercilessly set your body sensitivity through the roof, dialing up the heat within your core with such ease as if they were trained to do just that. You couldn't allow yourself to fall into the sensation lest you lose something to the candle demons you may never get back. But every natural reaction you struggled to hide made it harder to steel yourself. They worked in tandem against you, forcing your sensitive buttons to cast away your fear. And they were winning.

You are given a moment of relief as the heated mouth left your pussy, ravenous eyes admiring the nectar of his efforts with delight. "Your attitude sure changed. What's the matter, you wanna cum already? Then tell me how deep to stick my tongue inside you. I'll obey that." The earring demon teased, licking the taste of you from his lips. Any objection would be groundless if you did answer, the pitch in your voice would betray you. The other did not let up tending to your breasts and sucking at the skin of your neck. The impatient bulge rubbing at your backside was not subtle either nor did it help you hold onto your rational thoughts. It stirred an anticipation that made you startle yourself.

Your thoughts are occupied with the imagery of their foreign heat filling your walls, knocking your pleading nerves senseless with the intent to hate it. Until you could feel the phantom sensations of your walls caving in around them in ecstasy. Did you actually start to desire this? So weak-willed from your fear that the now less frightful pleasure building throughout your body was the means of survival? They hadn't exactly killed you yet or claimed the desire to do so. The anxious sensation in your chest still wouldn't let you admit it, but the throb between your thighs beckoned shamelessly. Perhaps the hesitation in your lack of words answered for you, it was all they needed to know. And so many tasteful scents from candles lighting the darkness around did set up a mood. Your eyes shy away from them, the tension in your grip relaxing.

You feel your feet being directed further apart and one of your breasts bounces back on its own weight. The deep purring in your skin grew louder in your ear and the prodding at your backside lowers, feeling your wet bloom suddenly open from behind you, the red-haired demon shoving his cock inside you without warning. You keened at the fullness and he holds your waist to steady you as he started pumping into you. Though focused on solely chasing his own pleasure, his other large hand still kneaded at your breast to get a rise out of you. It was too much at once, you buckled at the knees and leaned back into him with a loud moan where his arm wrapped around your waist to secure you against him.

An act that crossed the other demon, your eyes finding a hostile scowl that was directed towards the monster behind you. The black-haired demon let out a deep, gruff rumble from his chest and the two locked eyes over your shoulder. The purring against your skin took on a darker tone.

"I was summoned first." The demon growled to the other from behind you, reiterating their prior back and forth with no slack in thrusting into you. He quickened himself, using the act to stake his claim of being the one to fuck you first. He holds you more possessively making him penetrate deeper and leaving your mouth agape and breathless. It was hardly the time for an argument, but it seems the pair of demons would find a means to. The other certainly didn't see that reason as authority enough but he was the one who got the raw taste of you first.

"Whatever." He grumped reluctantly with a roll of his eyes, licking his lips impatiently. He presumed it would have at least been discussed first, is all. Though he couldn't stay mad about it with this view of you. The harsh bounce from your hips going all the way up to your breasts and the whiny gasps falling over your lips as you stop suppressing your voice. The grip in your hands on his auburn-furred counterpart said so much about your pleasure. He touched your thigh in appreciation of his perspective, rubbing a circle into your skin and eager to feel you around his cock as well. His leer finds your watery eyes as the corner of his mouth stretches into a grin, red tail continuing to swing behind him.

It was definitely overshadowed by the frenzy of emotions they put you through in the beginning, but watching one of them like this made you realize they're very handsome for demons. Despite the wild hair, fur, and other uniquely frightening things about them, they looked like human men who took their rockstar gimmick too seriously. But you couldn't deny their dark aesthetic really brought out the allure of their blue eyes, standing out even in dim candlelight. You don't want to imagine what they go through for such large muscles like these, but they carry them well. They feel amazing wrapped around you, holding you in place to endure the strong snap of hips carrying you into bliss. You could almost completely overlook what they are for the euphoria eating away at your sanity.

You're pulled into his stare and suddenly you crave more than you thought you wanted. Releasing the strong arms of the red-haired candle demon you lean forward to bend your hips and adjust your feet, bracing your hands upon the shoulders of his red counterpart. He doesn't seem to cause a fuss about it, he only moves both his hands to your hips and draws his cock out to realign, thrusting back into your hips with this new angle. It did give him a better view to admire after all, the way your plush asscheeks recoiled off his lower stomach and he wrapped his tail around your thigh instead.

To your welcomed surprise, the black-haired demon greeted you with a heavy kiss, muffling the moans being pumped out of you, and seized your freed breasts in his hands as well. The taste of yourself further drew you in, your hands finding a handful of dark locks and trying to keep on your feet as he kissed your breath away. The pleasure warming up inside you made it hard to remain sober and steady, however. Fortunate for you, you miss the taunting look the demon flexed in his brows to the other over your sudden preferred affection for him, purring into your mouth as he did.

Your mind is elsewhere, emptied of its sense of reasoning in favor of your immediate desires. That, and something else remains inside. When you closed your eyes it felt like the burning aroma of the demons had entered your thoughts and fed you images of the two candles, flashing over and over in a heavy wave. You can feel it, tingling across your tongue and holding your breath captive until you spoke it. Your lips slowly part from his, hovering close.

"Ve-...Vegit-to." Whisked off your panting, eyes opening to the demon before you. A moment of lucidity with the heat leaving your head, your fingers bump his earring as you moved to stroke his cheek. This is Vegito, the black candle. And the red, "Go...geta."

"At your service, Namekeeper." Vegito purrs, licking your lips before taking another hard kiss from you.

"Has a nice ring to it when you say it." Gogeta adds with a smirk and the momentum of his thrusts gets harder. You really are their Namekeeper, then. You suddenly felt weary, knees buckling again under the rough pounding at your hips as your orgasm crept in. Gogeta lowers to his knees and set you down on yours, but doesn't let up. You then find your head in Vegito's lap, mouth filled with his throbbing cock and you accepted it.

You felt a slick coat already around it, as hot as his flesh and tasteless on your tongue. But it tingled once mixed with your saliva and you felt a numbness churn with his thrusts at the back of your throat making it easier to slide his length further past your lips as he propped your head in his hand. That was unexpected, but it made sense when compared to the ease of the other burying his inside your tense hole without a moment to adjust. In spite of their size they just fit, painlessly, like magic. Pumping you from both ends like some plaything they were free to rough up and adding to the ambiance with their raunchy growls as they did. Black claws start to prick the skin of your hips and scratch at your scalp but you could barely feel them as you waited for your orgasm to take you. It felt so close and still so far away. Despite the steady, yet rough thrusts of Gogeta hitting your sweet spot or even you pushing your hips back into him it wouldn't land. Just waves of warmth pulsing with each impact and wetness dripping down from your thighs.

Vegito sensed your desperation in the way your hands kept finding new places to cling in his red fur and watching the way your back arched. Ever the one to instigate mischief, he pulls his cock from your mouth and reaches beneath you, rubbing your swollen clit and giving you the release you wanted. Your insides spasmed around Gogeta's cock so suddenly it made him cum as well, emptying his hot seed into your insides. Vegito snickers rubbing a hand at your twitchy hips and giving your ass a slap.

"Quit being so selfish, you've had your fun already." He's no idiot to know what Gogeta was up to. Even he was only patient for so long. Ignoring the annoyed glare thrown his way, Vegito pulls you off your exhausted knees and up into his lap. "Now that you're all warmed up, it's my turn." Off one cock and in no time onto another, you were barely given the chance to recover yourself before he props your legs over his large forearms and guides your soaking bloom down his length. You whined at the sudden fullness of him, every part between your legs still popping in the sweet ache of such an intense orgasm. It felt like you were still having it. Vegito gently gnawed your chin before pulling your bottom lip with his fangs, coaxing you to kiss him. Powerless, you leaned into it and his tongue beckons for your mouth. Distracting you with its smooth affection once you opened to it before bouncing you up and down the full length of his member.

Your tender insides flexed so deliciously around him, you feel his purrs vibrate against your lips as he muffled every little sound you made. It couldn't be helped to smooth your hands over the skin of his exposed chest, his tail stroking your backside in response.

Gogeta's tail was thumping the floor, now grumping at the lack of your touch and rubbing his cock in his hand as he sat and watched. Possibly biding his time for the chance to play dirty as the other had. There was a reason two demons never get summoned by the same Namekeeper. Though, he has no real idea why. As Vegito stated, it had never happened before. Especially not with their prior Namekeeper. It's not as bad as he thought playing off someone else to have a little fun with humans, however he never expected his first sexual encounter with one to be shared either. Whatever purpose— or mistake— brought them to you set up an unusual dynamic. But it would remain interesting to him. Especially with a vision like you. He may not be the one making you moan now, but your voice and short gasps ring in his ears so hot. He would never stop making you cry out, fisting his swollen cock in his hand more at the thought as he growled to himself.

Without thought, Gogeta crawls toward you, nipping the skin at the back of your shoulders and sucking at the warmth of your touch. He leans more into you, still rubbing down his cock in one hand and filling the other with one of your breasts again. He got your attention as you broke away from your kiss with Vegito and reached behind you to capture the head of red-hair and kiss him instead. You were met with a bruising force in return as if he was trying to devour your mouth. Vegito lets go of your legs allowing you to fall back against Gogeta's chest and held your ass in his hands instead, pulling you into the jerky thrust of his hips into you. Eventually, the ground found your back and your head rested in Gogeta's lap, torso slightly twisted and hands bracing him to swallow his aching cock.

You were being grabbed by so many hands and coiled all over with their tails that it was maddening. They managed to flip and adjust you around so much that they became less abrasive in sharing your body to accommodate all of your pleasures. It felt like only minutes had gone by since your first orgasm, but it had to be hours. Without rest in between you lost track of how many times you actually came, your over-aroused nerves just eager to get to the next one as long as you came when you needed to. Each one is more intense than the last and they still found a means to keep them coming. You eventually wound up pressed between the two demons as they both managed to work their cocks inside your pussy, snug inside chasing the frissons of pleasure. Taking turns between thrusting as deep as they could while the other kept you warm inside. They somehow find a way to turn that into a means to outdo the other, priding themselves on not only making you cum but the other one as well. At least until Gogeta chose to claim your ass after meddling around your puckered hole with his thumb long enough, the two now free to feed their pleasure at their own pace again. Bouncing you off the other. There was a moment you felt like you were dreaming and their back and forth was drowned out in your ears. When you didn't respond to them directly the only way they knew you were still conscious was through the mewls falling off your heavy breaths when Vegito stroked at your clit again, letting you cum for the last time.

You were in and out after, reciprocating kisses where you got them until you just didn't. Floating around in the emptiness of your mind until you came to again.

A banging sound pulled you back into reality and you awoke face-up on your mattress, limbs wrapped around your sheet. The room was brightened with the sunlight from the uncovered windows and all the candles you lit at the earliest of the eve had all gone out. The banging continued and you recognized it coming from the front door and your eyes recognized the empty surroundings as your new house. It must be the movers. When you started to stretch out, your limbs felt so heavy and sore. Slowly turning over to try to get up, the night's memories flooded back into your mind like a lucid dream and your eyes widened. You looked around and found the area was just the way you left it when you first lit all the candles. You remember laying back on the mattress after that. Was that when you fell asleep? You were still dressed in your clothes. Unless you changed? The knocking was making it hard to think. You slugged your way to your feet and made it to the door, shielding your eyes from the light beaming in. Greeted by the movers bringing the rest of your larger items and the electrician to connect the power, you let them in to do their job.

But you felt too tired to deal with all of that right now. You barely made it to the bathroom, using the outside light from the small window to look at yourself in the mirror. You looked exhausted and felt like you could sleep for a week. As a mover calls from down the hall asking your permission to blow out a red candle to move it, your eyes catch the black one. Wick still carrying a flame and looking like the wax never burned down the stick. You stare at it silently, then move over to blow out the flame instructing the movers to do the same.

It was just a dream, right?

[carnal-lnstinct]

To Fly Apart, To Reunite

☆☆ Pairing: Raditz x Female Human Reader ☆☆ Content: au. redeemed and adventure-seeking!raditz and career-driven, former z warrior!reader. fluff. little angst. mutual love / pining. established romantic history. friendly teasing. light hurt / comfort. mostly dialogue. reader able to sense ki and fly. referenced dead frieza ☆☆ Insp: choosing career/individual journey over a relationship ☆☆ A/N: That trope jumped out at me and apparently it was for Raditz ♥ Raditz embraces his freedom as a saiyan while his love walks a separate path.

Yajirobe came through just in time. All the supplies were restocked and his minor patches to the structure had been fixed by the good Doctor Brief. Almost everything was ready to go. Raditz tied the small sack of senzu beans to his belt and started to board his ship to depart again.

"Leaving so soon?" Hits his ears before he could duck his head to climb inside his upgraded pod, a gentle, knowing smile growing on his face before he turned around to see you. Trimmed to the teeth in your professional attire and lightly huffing- did you run here for him? You must have masked your energy to try to surprise him, he thought.

"Yeah." Raditz answered, moving to walk back down the ladder towards you as he placed his hands on his hips. "Finally come to see me off for a change. Guess you decided to take me up on my offer?" He quipped. A hint of a conversation that felt distant from the time between then and now, he could make light of it and it made you smile bigger. You pursed your lips with a soft laugh, tilting your head to look at the spaceship behind him.

You shook your head, "Why, so you can finally crash this old thing with your bad karma while I'm in it? No thanks." You teased in return, the heel of your shoes clinking the pavement as you adjust your stance. You preferred your feet on the ground these days, even as uncomfortable as wearing these shoes after a few hours could get. But that is your life now. "I actually just got off work. Just making sure you're not trying to run out without attempting to say goodbye again."

Raditz gave a subtle, guilty shrug and turned his gaze elsewhere. "Guess that explains your outfit. I thought you had a different uniform or something."

"I got prompted a while ago!" You proudly announced. "Now I gotta wear this boring thing, but they're payin' me well for it." Laughing as you gave a little curtsey.

"Moving up in the ranks. That's good- That's what you wanted, right?" He congratulates you, then mocked how the outfit looks nothing like something you would have worn before. "It looks nice on you."

He didn't overlook your other comment though. Raditz didn't purposely drop back into Earth just to avoid you. It could be assumed from the last few times you both spoke, or attempted to after your agreed separation, that there was no true reason to seek each other out anymore. It was all too complicated and you were both too busy with yourselves for a long time to clean up the ugly bits of it. Perhaps the latter was on purpose. Raditz sought to venture into the stars for his own reasons, liberated from the dead weight he was forced to honor and do his own thing for a change. He wanted to see what the universe had to offer him and he had you to share in the glory of it. Eager to explore his new purpose for life with you. And you didn't. You couldn't.

The Earth is all you have ever known and everything you ever wanted, you found it here. You were fulfilled in every aspect of life you could imagine without leaving this planet. Your family is here, all of your adventures with Goku and the others were here, dangers overcoming you and conquered here, and love... it came from far away and found you here. You have responsibilities that need you now- No more or less than your love for Raditz. He's not an earthling so maybe it all came as trivial little things you refused to let go of. But he understood your sense of duty to remain where you are as you understood his desire to be more than what he is. It is your love and understanding that would not allow either of you to hold the other back.

Forcing this notion that it was now set in stone and could not be changed. Leaning into your choices to suppress the hurt, swallowing your pride, and allowing what will be.

In the end, you both got what you wanted.

"I know where to find you if a goodbye is all you wanted." Raditz spoke up to break the small silence and looked down at you as you wandered around to the side of the ship. "You said it yourself, you're not going anywhere."

"Actually, I am." You addressed casually. You look over to the surprised look on his face and explained further. "-Moving, is all! I'm moving. I found a place closer to work so I'll be moving there soon." Without thought, Raditz moved off the ladder and walked up to you ready to offer his services.

"By yourself? Who's helping you move all your stuff?"

"I got a guy."

"-A guy?!" He shouted and took a handful of his hair looking more worried at you for more answers. You could see every question he wanted to ask in his face and it made you snort. In a way, reassuring..

"You're worrying about the wrong stuff, Raditz. It's a professional moving company- A recommendation, even. I would never..." You caught your words and cleared your throat, pursing your lips again before nervously laughing it off. "Um, I'm just-... Not familiar with the people coming, but I trust Krillin's word."

Ah, then he has embarrassed himself. You catch the tinge of color in his face before he rights his posture and turns away to hide it. "R-Right, of course! That's good then!"

"Thank you." You giggled. It fell silent again and you figured you best not cling to avoid saying anything embarrassing yourself. "Well, I won't keep you. It was good to see you again, Raditz."

"-Wait." Raditz spun around, halting you in your steps. He reaches into the lining of his chestplate and pulls out a string, you immediately recognize it as a broken hair tie. Your brow furrows and you sigh.

"Another one? Seriously?"

"It wasn't my fault this time, it snapped in battle." He pointed out, watching as you swung your purse out in front of you and dug inside it. You wrap a ribbon around your finger and motion for him to follow you, walking up the inclined ladder of the space pod just enough that you could stand higher than he did. Raditz turned his back to you and started to gather up his hair. Once his larger hands held it all in place, you stretched the ribbon around, knotting it once and wrapping it again until you could secure the ends under. You smoothed his hair back with your hands and added a hair tie to held hold his ponytail in place.

"Here's an extra one, don't lose it." You dug out another one and reached over his shoulder for his hand to take it. Impossible for his larger fingers to not stroke yours as he did and they are still as rough as you remembered. You can only imagine what kind of trouble they find out there. Raditz's touch finds you again, resting on top of your other hand and surprising you when you realized it lingered on his shoulder a moment too long. Softly breathing, you pull away and move to sit on the ladder.

"Don't-... Try to keep out of situations you can't handle out there." You fiddled with your fingers in your lap, staring down. "If the Frieza Force really is still the problem you say they are, I know you can handle it. But ya know...Super Saiyan or not, don't get-"

"Now who's worrying." He interrupted you with a teasing grin. He won't pretend to know how you know what he's doing off-world, but he's sure the nosiest of Brief scientists has something to do with it.

"I mean it." You pushed, clutching your hands in your lap and looking up at the long ponytail before you. "I do worry, still. If anything was to happen to you... I don't know... If I can handle it, you know? You're out there all alone while we're all here on Earth. By the time we can do anything about it-" Raditz turns around to you as you wiped your face and sighed deeply. "We don't know what else is out there."

"Hm...Well then, that's enough for me." He turns his gaze up to the changing scenery, the deep orange sky shifting to shades of purple and blue. Earth, too, just as peaceful as he remembers it. "It's where I want to be. More like where I'm needed right now, really." Raditz turns back to you, tail swaying calmly behind him as he places his hand on your shoulder and leans over closer. "Just because Frieza's dead doesn't mean his influence and the scum still loyal to him are not a big deal. Someone's gotta clean them up. If anything out there is worse than that, then I'll have the tactical advantage over it on its own turf." He reassured, tilting your head up to look at him.

There was more than enough standing forces on Earth to deal with anything that slips by, including Kakarot and Vegeta, so he could handle the rest. The known threat to the universe.

"Wait a minute- are you thinking little of me again? I'll have you know my power has exceeded beating the crap out of Frieza's pathetic leftover minions." Raditz playfully jeered you, flexing his other arm to show off for you. You couldn't help but laugh, reaching to hold the bulging muscle in both your hands.

"I can tell." You agreed. Jealous that saiyans could do the bare minimum and maintain such a marvelous physique, but even improve little by little from it too. Something out there is keeping him in shape. To tease further, you poked a finger into the side of his armor. "You even look a little chubbier since I last saw you. My little Raditz is still growing. I'd up the gravity in there if I were you."

"Hey!" Flashing his temper as he swatted your hand away, making you burst out laughing harder.

"Kidding! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" You pleaded through your unflattering laughter trying to calm yourself. Leaning against him as you did so. "It's just... you've really grown. I'm proud of you, Raditz. Proud that we seem to be right where we want to be. We're alright."

"Yeah...we are." He smiles, taking hold of your hand. That grip made you want to spill your whole heart, but you clutched it all inside tight. Something in his lingering gaze set your nerves at ease. And yet, you are tempted to live in the comfort of the past again. 'I miss you', you wanted to say, 'I want to take it back'. You wanted to feel his lips without asking just like before.

Instead, you pull yourself away and slide off the side of the ladder onto your feet. "Well, I've embarrassed myself for the day. I better let you go. I do have to get ready for work tomorrow." You quickly step away from the ship, just enough to not be completely in the way when it takes off.

Raditz, clutching his empty hands, floats back up to the ladder and returns to the threshold of the ship. He looks back over his shoulder toward you. "You know I'll be back when it's all over!" He shouts.

"I know!" You called back, smiling warmly. "I'll be waiting! We will be seeing each other again soon." You waved him off. "Kick some ass in the meantime."

Raditz smiles over his shoulder and ducks into his pod. "You too."

[carnal-lnstinct]

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 “𝐼 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢”.

Summary: A series of short one-shots inspired by this prompt, 1-35. I am not going to write all the prompts and I will not be writing them in order, but based off inspiration. To fuel my “horny on main” I may focus mainly on writing for Goku but there may be a few with other characters. Not all fics will be suitable for all ages. Minors should not interact with prompts rated mature/18+.

Completed Prompts:  2 / 4 / 7 / 16 / 19 / 20 / 21 / 34

7. As a thank you

Pairing: Vegeta x Human Reader Rating: E Warning: NA

Keep reading

[carnal-lnstinct]

I feel like I’m bothering you 😂 but I definitely need some Goku x Reader 🍋/smut !

im always a slut for goku smut uwu ♥ of course im gonna indulge the handsome carrot man

Pairing: Goku x Female Reader ( Requested By @bea-winchester ) Rating: M / 18+. MINORS DNI Warning: ( explicit language, fluff, ambiguous established relationship, outdoor sex, half-clothed ) A/N: listen listen listen...I know what it seems like 👀 but technically they are all alone and technically on his own farming property. It doesn't count!

"Goku wait!"

The saiyan clutched his hands back and froze as you cried out, turning to look your way when you suddenly grasped his wrists away from the food you brought him. "What's wrong, (Y/n)? Why can't I eat it yet?" He asks. How quickly you stopped him both surprised him and left a discouraging pout on his face being denied the food he had been waiting for all afternoon.

"Your hands are all dirty." You pointed out, showing the clumps of dirt in his nails and dusty marks around his fingers from tending to the field of vegetables. There was no denying he didn't work diligently today with such healthy-looking crops and even dirtier hands to show for it. "You don't wanna be eating the dirt, too. Here, hold still just a bit longer." You instruct, taking your water bottle in one hand and using your teeth to pop it open, proceeding to pour the cool water into his palms and across his knuckles. You then used one of the cloth napkins you brought to wipe away the dirt smudges and leftover water from his rough hands. Even trying to dig the dirt out from his blunt nails.

As he watched, Goku felt a little guilty that you used your drinking water to clean him up. You must have done so much already for him today: making all this food, packing it all up and bringing it out to the fields by yourself for him so he can get a bite to eat on a quick break, and then laying out a large blanket to spread out all the food for him. And now this. You're always looking out for him like this, it seems. 'We're supposed to take care of each other' you remind him every chance you get, yet it feels like all these little things you do were more than anything he's done for you. Except for maybe saving the Earth, and the universe, all those times he stepped up. He hoped he wasn't being a burden on you when it came to things like this, but just like now you just decisively jump at the chance to help him. Goku doesn't have a specific way of showing how much he loves you like you do, he just believes you already know. But he kinda wishes he did now.

His eyes lifted from your meticulous scrubbing of his hands to the focused stare on your face, how determined you were to not leave a single bit of dirt behind. You looked like you didn't even care about wasting your water, just that his hands were dirt-free and safe to eat with. With a wooed smile on his face, he can't help but think how hopeless he would be if you didn't take care of him like this so well, love him as honestly and deeply as you do. He doesn't want to give life to the thoughts of what a mess he would be without you here with him, nor the glimpses of what that was like while he was in Other World or away training for so long. How quickly he grew to miss you and filled his mind with thoughts of you to help the time fly by. He's gotten a mouthful from others about being more responsible for himself to realize just how much he relied on your considerate and loving little acts. Maybe he can show you how much he loves you.

With a satisfied smile of your own, you patted his cleaned hands and gestured to the spread of food. "Alright, s'all yours. Have at it!" You beamed at him and his chest swelled with joy.

"Thanks, (Y/n)." Goku happily showed his gratitude with his smile. Instead of diving into the food as expected, his hands cup your face pulling you into a romantic kiss. You could have foreseen maybe a small peck on your cheek before he eagerly went in for the food but this was a much nicer show of gratitude. The way his sensual touch lingered on your lips and how he pulled your body closer to his own to lead you to lay on your back further surprised you. He switched so suddenly from wanting to eat it was a little startling, but not unwelcomed. Your pleasant voice vibrating against his lips and legs finding each side of his hips in return for his affection contradicted your hands edging his face from yours to allow yourself to speak.

"Goku, Wh—What about your food?" You asked with a fragile moan, succumbing to his lips once again as he kissed your cheek and trailed down your jaw to your neck. "You wanna do this now?" And here of all places!

"It's not goin' anywhere." He answers in a heated tone, burying his face down the opening of your shirt to kiss at your exposed cleavage. Once your hands in his hair give him permission to continue, he eagerly loosens the scarf at his neck and shakes off his jacket, then pulls at your top as well. Stretching the fabric close to its limit to expose more of your warm cleavage to kiss into.

A thought crosses your mind, instantly dispelling the worked-up enchantment on you as a more dreadful sensation bursts in your chest. "A-Are you?" You inquired with a more concerned voice, hands forcefully pushing against him to try to scoot yourself from beneath him. "Is that why you're suddenly like this? Are you planning on leaving again?"

Goku holds himself up over you with a bright-eyed blink, finding your eyes firmly searching him for signs of truth to your words. No such thing was happening, not to his knowledge anyway. Though your history together would lead you to worry about that, he realizes. His current actions align almost perfectly with the last time he had you beneath him, over seven years ago. "I'm not goin' anywhere either, (Y/n)." Ending his words with a reassuring smile and his large hand stroking your cheek. "I promise." The Saiyan sits back on his heels and rubs at the back of his neck somewhat ashamed at coming on you so hard like that. "Sorry... I felt lucky to have someone as great as you are, is all. Caring about me the way you do. I didn't mean to get carried away, just wanted thanking you for all you do for me to be a bit special." He tittered with a flush of pink in his cheeks.

Oh, Goku.

And it has been some time since the last you were alone like this to express that side of your bond to each other. Now you felt just as embarrassed for worrying like that. But it gave light to some things you never really got to address between you, unsettled, painful feelings and a lot of words left unsaid in favor of the here and now where everything was normal again. Certainly you could just... savor his sincere truth and allow this "normal" reality to go on for a little longer.

You sit yourself up enough to lean forward and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your face into his exposed neck. "No...I'm sorry." Drawing yourself closer, you lifted your lips to his ear and softly urged him. "I want you to, Goku. Please?" A trail of your sultry kisses planted across his cheek to his lips. "Please..."

A request like that couldn't be ignored, and of course he wasn't going to deny you satisfaction if he wanted it, too. Goku leans contentedly into your embrace as you pulled him back on top of you, deepening your kiss with his weight pressing down on you. He continued from where he left off, only this time shoving your top to your chin to expose your breasts to the elements around you. Both his hands filled with each cup and kneaded the supple skin against his rough palms.

Goku wasted no time inciting pleasure through your entire body starting with your breasts. It didn't take long before his mouth tended to each erect nipple. He consciously tugged one between his lips the more you writhed then did the same to the other to undo you more. He relished the sound of your voice breaking through your restraint to keep it inside. Even out like this, you were all alone. Nothing but the trees, the grass, and the sun to hear your whines. No need to keep quiet.

You felt some relief from the heat inside you when he lifted from your chest and pulled your bottoms down to your knees only to push your legs to your chest and lick at your freshly wet and exposed slit. He wetted you up further using his tongue to teasingly curls around your clit and spread what leaked out from you with more earnest laps between your folds, finally getting that shameless moan from you as you arched your spine. You tried your best not to pull too much on the blanket beneath you lest you knock over the assortment of food beside you, grasping for whatever sturdy thing your hand could find that would allow you to move your hips against his mouth for more.

Before you knew it, your half-dressed legs were draped over his shoulder and his freed cock sank into you making your breath hitch, pushing through the eager flutter of your inner walls already squeezing around him. You're tighter than he remembers, but it's so good—Goku wraps a bare arm around your legs to secure them against his chest and shoulder while his other hand lifted your hips just enough to better accept his size. These slow rolls of his hips met with the impatient jerk of your own wasn't good for your adjustment, but you were so ready to feel your heat burst around him. His name leaving your lips with such urgency collapsed his restraint, the saiyan leaning forward into you and thrusting his hips against your needy pace.

Goku licks his lips as your body starts to bounce off his own with more vigorous thrusts, watching the way your breasts spring from the momentum. His hand pulls you into each jerk of his own hips making you tremble at how easy his cock knocked at your deepest part. He lets go of you just long enough to make quick work of one of your shoes so he could slide one of your legs free from your bottoms, taking in the beautiful sight of you from your gaping, gasping mouth down to where your body swallowed his cock with your legs spread apart.

You couldn't have been more exposed to your surroundings, but it only further excited you with him. The enthusiasm behind his hips pounding into yours carried your voice across the fields surrounding you, Goku's own heated moans tailing yours in volume. He eventually crawls forward to lie on top of you and holds you so close, burying his face into your neck and leaving you breathless with his uneven thrusts.

"I-I love you so much, (Y/n)." He panted against your skin. With a grateful smile, you secure your arms around him in return, your fingers gripping at his black tank top and spread legs rocking around him.

[carnal-lnstinct]

Title: Lightweights ☆☆ Pairing: Broly (DBS) x Female Reader ☆☆ Word Count: 2k ☆☆ Contents: ( M/18+. Minors DNI, established relationship, fluff, possessive behavior, consensual drunk sex ) ☆☆ Warning: ( explicit language, mentions of alcohol ) ☆☆ A/N: This was originally for smutember "Take Charge" day, I forgot about this one prepping for SOTS. So I came back to it because it is Broly and I love him and I don't need any other reason ♥

"Thanks for helping us get home." You expressed with a toothy smile, genuinely grateful for the necessary escort. There was no way you were able to get yourself home or your plus one, but at the expense of a free buffet, an open bar, and getting together with everyone you knew for some carefree fun, the consequences were all worth going all out. There was no reason to miss out on attending a party hosted by Hercule. For a beloved con man, he sure knows how to treat his party guests, but you suspected the majority of them being much stronger than he was had something to do with it.

Holding onto the threshold to steady yourself and wrapping up the chatty recap of the night with your driver, a large hand reaches out from the darkness behind you gripping the side of the threshold as well, great strength testing its support. A hulking figure emerges into the moonlight, leaning his weight against your backside. His brows are tense above his stare at your driver gives a cranky impression, contradicting his otherwise relaxed demeanor.

"Thank you...for your help." Broly thanked them as well, steadying his drunken sway with your body and relaxing his chin at the top of your head. You giggled under his closeness trying not to fall forward with him, all the while his glare never letting up from your driver making them uncomfortable. Broly feels you've been talking to this man for too long, leaving him to stumble his way around in the dark without you only to come back for the light and find you distracted by this other being. No, no— it's he who needed you now. Broly's arm comes around your waist and guides your backward footing inside with him so the door could close. You managed to get out a final "thank you and goodbye" before the door shut at least. You pry yourself from Broly to lock the door and from muscle memory manage to find the light switch to reveal your home.

The both of you were stumbling but successfully made your way to the living room where Broly sinks into his favorite chair. You proceed into the kitchen to get some much-desired water. Before letting yourself get too comfortable in one room, you manage to get your shoes off leaving them where they fell for your morning self to retrieve, and headed out the kitchen with three bottles of water.

Slugging your way by the chair, you paused to look over Broly, checking to make sure he was okay from how he slumped over into his own lap with a relaxed sigh. "Hey, you may be better off in bed this time." You suggested to him, carefully placing two of the water bottles beside him.

"No," He insisted, lifting from his hunched posture and clawing his shirt up his back to pull over his head. "Here..." Broly turns to look over his shoulder at you, just in time for your hand to mess with his naturally touseled hair. You can't say you didn't try to warn him. He scrunches his face as a disgruntled hum leaves him and he sways away from your hand to hold his head. You recognize the display when he leans his head back against the chair and smile teasingly at him.

"Are you suuure?" You coo adoringly, invitingly even, placing your own water bottle against his head to help soothe him. He leaned into the cool touch with closed eyes, taking in the comforts of the relief and your attention on him since he felt like crap at the moment. You didn't think he drank as much as you did. In fact, he couldn't have had more than just a few— you ordered his drinks for him. While you took advantage of the free drinks to experiment with combinations of flavors and test your own tolerance for fun, you were sure to keep his simple as you knew he had a wariness for new foods and drinks. Maybe a single shot and top-shelf tequila cocktails weren't the best places to start for a first time, but you rarely see a saiyan consume too much of anything they can't walk off. Broly continues to surprise you with how different he is from the saiyans you knew for years. You started to feel bad for him, looking at his flushed face and tense brow but he was still holding it together very well.

"Aww, my tough guy." You leaned over and kissed the back of his hand where it pushed up his bangs and blocked his forehead. "It'll pass." You held out your water bottle in front of him and broke the seal, removing his hand from his forehead and placing the open bottle in his hand. "Drink up."

The first sip was gentle, almost hesitant to ingest another thing and testing the coldness against his mouth before the rest disappeared from the bottle in a matter of seconds. To get the last drop, the bottle itself folded in his large with a loud crinkling. Already he is starting to feel somewhat better. You brush his forehead and ease back to stand up, his hand grabbing your wrist before you could walk away. A firm and urging enough hold to literally pull you around the chair and into his lap. Quick enough to make your own drunken head spin for a moment, planting your hands against his warm chest to right yourself up.

"Stay here with me." He earnestly invited.

"I was just goin' to get some more water." You managed to laugh out, surprised by his persistence to keep you close.

"Stay." Broly murmured with tense brows again and you feel the crushed water bottle against your back as he pulls you in closer. He feels compelled to keep you close to him and less abash about it, whether that was driven by how awful he feels or not. He is normally more careful of you, only hesitating with you when wrought with worry of not doing something right or doing too much and of course being certain to keep his internal state in line. But he really didn't want you to disappear into your room for the night and in your state, you're really not against conceding to his urgency to keep you close.

You're delighted by his assertions, a side of him you've rarely seen outside of watching him train now viewed so seductively. There is an ironic attraction in witnessing glimpses of something that could easily make you submit, and a beauty of it choosing to surrender instead. This was certainly a look into the former.

He will take care of you too if it meant you would stay with him. Broly takes one of the water bottles off his side and opens it up for you. Not waiting for you to take it, but pressing the nozzle to your lips and letting the chilled water pour into your mouth. You could only balance it on your lips to carefully swallow it down. Cold and refreshing. You tilt your head back and he tilts the bottle higher to let it flow, spilling over the corner of your lips and causing you to grasp each side of the bottle with your hands. You're certainly not matching his record time, but willing to take as much of it as you could before pushing the unfinished bottle away with a replenished sigh.

This feels familiar; feeding you more than you can handle and watching you accept the challenge anyways as he has done to you so many times before. But this isn't that. And yet, you wipe your mouth with your tongue and with your hand scrapped the droplets back up your neck to slurp them. Just like you always do.

"You look like you want to eat me." You point out his unwavering stare with a gentle chuckle, placing your hands back on his chest and leaning forward. "Do you want me like I want you right now?" The water bottle started to crackle in his tense hand and you can feel the other up your back, crushed bottle slipped from his hand in favor of your curves instead.

"You want... me?"

Your nails on his scars and inebriated eyes dim further with lust, you bite your bottom lip as a last-ditch effort to contain yourself but your desires are quick to rise and possess your vulnerable state. "Real bad..." Uttered in a soft whine. You stole a kiss and indulged the selfishness, letting your body lead you where it wanted to be and opting to guide the venture into satisfaction as the norm. You are answered in kind and suddenly overpowered by large arms cozying you in closer and Broly's mouth wanting to steal the cold remnants on your tongue.

Affirming Broly's desire, you were not going to leave him tonight.

Every attempt of yours to drive this further is perceived and stolen by his own lead: clothing purposefully shed by his hands, pillows and water bottles carelessly cast to the floor so he could lie back and fit your legs at each side of him. All you could do was hold on, adjust where he placed you, and anticipate. The forwardness and haste of his actions, and pauses in between to kiss you a little deeper, a little more when you pulled on his shoulders wrapped you in knots around his finger. Practically suffering with his body between your thighs and trying to work up friction against the growing wetness.

The more his hands found your skin, the harder it was to be heedful of his restraint. That impulse that had already wooed you. Broly pulls your hip up against his lower stomach, acting on muscle memory and hot instinct to drag his rough finger along your glistening slit. He lifts your ass with his other hand and coats his finger in back-and-forth motions to allow it to slip inside you. Digging to spread and excite, kindling the joy of giving you pleasure and you wiggling against the thickness of his touch. You're thankful to be so involved with a fast and grateful learner. But this was tedious and not what you wanted now— to simply jump into it is what your body cried out for.

You sit yourself up enough to reach behind you to feel around for his lap and position his cock behind you. He looks up at you with a husk in his breath and looks into your eyes as if he could see your thoughts, withdrawing his finger and letting you settle into the spread from the pulsing head. Bravely sinking further down with eager rolls in your hips to find the perfect angle to let more of his swelling length inside. Mixing his heat with your own until you couldn't take anymore. It was enough to thrill your roused nerves to hold on tight and tease your buttons. Perhaps the alcohol coursing in your system was making it all the more easier to drive yourself to cum. You take what you could with heated breaths, riding his cock from your knees with one hand rubbing at your clit and the other balanced on his chest.

A blessed sight, Broly licking at his lips with an affectionate groan and supporting your arm with his other hand caressing your cheek. It was all to keep from forcing himself beyond your limits, though you did get a jerk or two from his hips kissing against the deeper corners of pleasure. Something he's used to, but you've never just stuck him inside you without the foreplay you encouraged so much. A flow of pleasure that came so fast, a corrupting taste of action he would want more of. Broly's head felt full and fuzzy from drunken wonder and instant gratification. All that was left to do was cum. He was relaxed by the rock of your body in his lap and looking up at your motions through his bangs.

His vision wanes and he closes his eyes pulling your chest down to his to blindly kiss you, wanting more of you to indulge with his arms wrapped around your upper back. You adjust your knees to sink a little further with a deep whine against his lips and drag your hips into the coils of pleasure built up inside, filling your hands with his face to kiss him more.

The eagerness of his lips ebbed away, as did his firm hold on your body. It suddenly felt quiet and you lift up to look upon his flushed face, listening to the soft breaths falling out of his parted lips and drawing your hips still. He couldn't be...

"Broly?" You speak up, then again more firmly. "Broly." You gently pat his face in your hand only to feel the weight of his head sink against the cushioned arm of the chair. You pursed your lips in a mix of feelings. Mostly disappointed, but amused. Trying not to break out into a laugh right in his face that even with a hard-on, you had effectively, regrettably, put the drunk saiyan to sleep. There was a lot to take in about that, but you did have quite an eventful evening. And it's not like you could be angry at such a peaceful expression. Truly a man who had yet to know how to hold his liquor. You slide your hands from his face and rub at his scarred chest letting your insides release his cock. Getting comfortable on his chest as well. You were quite frustrated, but you knew he would make it up to you.

[carnal-lnstinct]

Halloween event | October 2025

Requests open until September 2025 or until 8 requests are reached.

All content will be +18, NO MINORS!

This is my Halloween event! Welcome to all!

I grew tired of doing kinktober, simply because I wanted to focus on more spooky things instead of just kink, so this is what I'm doing for this year’s halloween! I'm opening requests from now on, you can submit your request until September 2025, or until 8 requests are reached.

Why open requests so early, you say? I need time to complete all requests that I will receive.

Keep in mind that I still have a lot of responsibilities in real life, and might not make it in time with your request! If I haven’t completed the request until December, consider it deleted. 

I look forward to see what ideas you guys have!

RULES

I will only write requests for characters listed below.

I will only write requests for the kinks and themes listed below.

I will only accept one character per request (aka no threesomes or orgies).

My writing will be limited to 1.5k-2k words, otherwise I won’t be able to complete all requests. 

You can be as creative and detailed in your request as you want! Keep in mind that if your request is vague (for example, “yandere!character” with no other detail) I will be creating the plot myself to suit my taste.

Please clarify if you want the request to include smut or not (especially if you pick a theme but not a kink).

AUs and Canon compliant requests are both welcome!

Requests should have some spooky or halloweeny theme going on, so if you only submit a request with a particular kink and no detail about the plot, I will make it spooky.

Spooky doesn’t necessarily mean gore, but something as simple as watching a horror movie or dressing up is enough, so you can request that as well. 

You can basically request anything you want as long as there’s something halloweeny in it!

KINKS/SMUT CONTENT

Noncon/Dubcon

Age Difference 

Voyeurism

Bondage

BDSM

Size Difference

Monsterfucking

Sensory Deprivation

Dirty talk

Impact Play

Praise

Overstimulation

Anal sex

Mirror sex

Pegging

Body Worship

Somnophilia

Public sex

THEME CONTENT

Yandere

Gore/blood

Werewolf AU

Vampire AU

Demon AU

Witch AU

Angst

Psychological horror

Death

(Any kind of monsterfucking)

Things I WILL NOT Write:

Daddy Kink 

Incest

Underaged sex

Scat

Vore

Necrophilia

CHARACTERS AVAILABLE

DBZ: Goku | Vegeta | Raditz | Broly (DBS) | Gogeta | Vegito | Turles

Bleach: Kenpachi Zaraki | Renji Abarai | Shinji Hirako | Grimmjow | Retsu Unohana

Jujutsu Kaisen: Suguru Geto | Ryomen Sukuna | Toji Fushiguro

Naruto: Jiraiya 

(You can inquire about other characters I haven’t listed, but please keep in mind I might decline; but there’s also a chance I forgot to list certain characters I would write for lmao)

REQUESTS WILL BE LISTED HERE ONCE ACCEPTED:

UltraInstinct!Goku (Noncon)

Vegeta (Public sex, fwb, mirror sex)

Broly (body worship)

Raditz (overstimulation, size difference, BDSM)

[carnal-lnstinct]

Seven seconds till the end.

Time enough for you. Perhaps.

But what will you do with it? Let's see.

[carnal-lnstinct]

something so devastating about men who are huge and cruel and intimidating just melting over themselves because they are so in love with you. whatever

[carnal-lnstinct]

[carnal-lnstinct]

[carnal-lnstinct]

extra cream

[carnal-lnstinct]

Me reading my WIP and wishing I had someone to nerd out over it with.

[carnal-lnstinct]

i know you're strong enough to do this on your own

[carnal-lnstinct]

I also like when a man who's bigger than you gently grabs your wrists and leads them to his waist to hug him and he just engulfs you in a bear hug and putting almost his whole entire body weight on you

[carnal-lnstinct]

Big and strong but he’s ‘yes ma’am coded’ f*cking come here I just wanna stroke ur hair