#Trunk Shot

[loosethreadsofyoursoul]

one thing about an eric kripke show is there’s going to be a trunk shot ft. jensen ackles

[thebeautyofspn]

10x05 Fan Fiction

[deen-djarin]

Suds n’ Trunks

Summary: Joel ordered a car washing service…bikini car washing service.

Tags: 18+, No Outbreak!Joel, Cheeky Flirty!Reader, Porn with a sprinkle of plot, Daddy kink, Choking, Joel is a menace and so is reader, Oral (m & f receiving), Unprotected P-in-V, Consensual Creampie

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The sun shone on the perfect suburban streets of Austin, Texas. So hot you could fry an egg if you wanted to. You rolled your windows down, driving down a neighborhood you’re not familiar with, and pulled up at the house that sits in the cul de sac, a dirty- no filthy ford pickup truck parked on its driveway.

This must be the place.

A sigh fell from your lips as you hopped off your car with your supplies in hand; a bucket, sponge, microfiber rag, and various soaps for different parts of the car. The heat was even worse after you’ve left the comfort of your air conditioned car, but the thought of being out of your clothes and soaked in suds and the cool water excites you.

Once you’ve discovered this lucrative market of bored, horny, lonely middle aged suburban guys— eager to see a show, and maybe get their car cleaned as well, you start to do this gig every summer. The money is good plus these guys tip generously.

Your service by its core is nothing but a mobile car wash, but the carwash is being done by you, clad in a skimpy bikini. c’mon, who wouldn’t want that right?

When you scored your first customer, you became a spectacle for the neighborhood. Your client shamelessly pulls out a lawn chair, having a grand ol’ time “enjoying the sun” as you wash their car. Neighbors walking out their houses mowing their already perfectly trimmed lawn, walking their dogs, cats, and some approached your client for a neighborly talk they probably haven’t had in months.

You’ve gotten the whole neighborhood out of their house basically, then your client list doubles with those people coming over to you and asking to do theirs next. Some cars don't even need washing, but you do them anyway with a smile knowing you’re gonna eat good that night.

Ever since then you decided to do this gig every summer, cheekily naming your little business “Suds ‘n Trunks”.

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You ring the doorbell of the Miller’s residence and step back. You could hear a soft grumble from behind the door before it opened and reveal a scruffy, middle aged, handsome man. your eyes scans him quickly, his hair tousled, his shoulders broad, big arms, big hands, Jesus Christ you want to just-

“Can I help you?”

His gruff, deep, Texan drawl snaps you out of your trance and brings you back to reality.

“Uhm yes, Mr. Miller? you called for a car wash?” You asked him with a sweet voice you come to learn that older men love, it always works like a charm, making them tip you a fat wad of cash— these men just craved attention from a pretty girl, and you’re happy to give that to them.

“Oh..yeah you could uh, it's that one right there,” he motioned to the dirty pickup truck. You give him a smile and nodded, “okay, i’ll go on and get started then.” Joel nodded and shut the door immediately.

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A red Ford bronco sat on his driveway, absolutely covered in filth. You usually don't deal with this much grime, dust, and mud. Granted, most cars you’ve washed barely need a wash, the clients just wanted to see you wet and covered in suds, which you couldn’t really blame them.

You took a breath and started to step out of your tanktop and shorts, revealing the red matching bikini you’re wearing underneath and started to go to work.

—

Joel was exhausted after doing several construction projects back to back yesterday, from dawn to the ungodly hours of the night resulting in his beloved truck — Shirley— looking like it had been dragged in the mud…literally.

Joel likes to take care of his things, Shirley is no exception. His free time on the weekends is often spent on his truck in the garage, polishing her to perfection. But after all the hard work he did, just the thought of washing her made his back groan in protest.

So he got the number of your services from his coworkers after they commented on the state of Shirley, a smirk planted on their faces and they kept snickering which Joel found odd, but he was too fed up and exhausted to think twice on booking your services.

Joel grunts as he settles on his couch, his cold bottle of beer in one hand, the tv remote on the other. He kicked his feet up on the coffee table, and turned on the TV.

It's finally his time for him to take his hard-earned relaxation time. which should be easy, but he could hear the annoying sputtering sound of his neighbor’s lawnmower.

That thing needs more oil. He thought to himself as he took a sip of his beer.

Then another sound of a lawnmower sounded from the other side of the house, even more annoying than the first.

What the fuck? Why are they all mowin’ the lawn at the same time? at this hour? he thought.

Then comes the obnoxious yapping of Mr. Thompson's french bulldog and chihuahua.

What the hell is goin’ on? it's a whole ruckus out there.

He groaned, frustrated that the whole neighborhood seems to be against his well deserved relaxing time. He grumbled as he strides towards his window, drawing up the blinds to see what the fuck is going on out there.

His eyes nearly bulged out, blush quickly crept up his neck to his cheeks, and his cock twitching in his pants instantly at the sight.

You, bend over in the hood of his car, wet, covered in suds, in a fucking bikini. He tried to look away, he really did, but the way your hips sways, your ass jiggled, as you scrubbed hard with the caked on mud on his truck— it was hypnotizing.

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“What the hell are ya doin’?”

The sight of Joel's furrowed brow as he stared at you in your revealing outfit was a mix of disapproval and desire. Your sweet smile remained as you answered his question, "Mr. Miller! I'm just washing your car."

His gaze roamed over you, making you shiver with anticipation. "In that?" He grunted, clearly torn between his disgust and arousal. "Well, yes… It's part of my service."

The man stood silent for a moment, his confusion palpable. "Part of your service?"

"Uhm, yeah... It's a bikini car wash service… You didn't know?" you tilted your head, confused.

Joel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "How the hell was I supposed to know?"

"The name is Suds 'n' Trunks," you reminded him softly.

"I know what it's called!" he huffed, clearly frustrated.

Unsure of how to proceed, you hesitated. "So, uhm, you want me to just dress up and go or—"

"No, finish your job," he grumbled, still irritated. Your eyes trailed down to the growing tent in his jeans, confirming the source of his conflicting emotions.

You hid your smirk and purred, "Yes, sir," before returning to your task. The knowledge that you had such a potent effect on him only fueled your desire to please him.

—

Your back is even more curved now, ass sticking up more than they should as you washed the side of his truck, knowing Joel is looking– watching you like a hawk while he sits on the porch, a beer in his hand and a cigarette on the other. you turned your head over your shoulder just to give him a small smile, which he returned with his jaw clenching.

You bask under his gaze, your body tingling, giving him the best show you’ve ever given. you squatted as you started to clean the lower part of the truck, your ass jiggle with every hard scrub you give.

The tension between the two of you is palpable, leaving Joel frustrated, he knows damn well you’re taunting him. He’s torn between wanting to yell at you for acting so unprofessional and embarrassing him in front of the watchful eyes of his nosy neighbors— or fucking you against the truck for payback.

He sits there watching you, contemplating on what to do. You gave him another cheeky look over your shoulder and that was it, his last resolve snapped, fuck it.

—

“Careful with her,” he said lowly as he approached you.

You turned your head, batting your eyelashes, “Hm?”

“You’re goin’ too hard on her, just painted that part,” he murmured as he got closer, just right behind you.

“But the mud is really caked on this part,” you told him and went back to scrubbing.

“A-ah, hey,” he tutted and leaned down behind you, his large palms sitting atop of yours “Gentle…easy does it,” he murmured, his hot breath fanned against your ear.

You had to bite your lip to suppress a moan as you felt his hardness pressed against your thigh. Your hand following his movements, “There we go…there we go, good girl,” he murmured and you swore every part of your body shivered.

“This is gonna take longer to finish, sir,” you murmured, your voice a mere whisper as you turned your head to him.

“I know…but you’re gonna get a bigger reward out of it, how’s that sound hm?” he muttered to your ear before abruptly pulling away from you and sitting back on the porch.

your breath hitched, heartbeat skipping, and the heat between your legs grew hotter. You turned your head towards him to see him sitting back at his porch, his head nodded at you to continue your work, a small smirk curved his lips.

—

You’re halfway done with the truck when his neighbor starts to approach you, a middle aged guy you came to learn named Michael. He’s been clearly hitting on you, and trying to get a closer look on what you’re doing. which usually doesn’t bother you but you could practically feel Joel's watchful eyes boring into your back.

“So you do this for a living?” he asked as he stood a few feet away from you, “It's just a summer gig i do,” you replied with a small smile, keeping the response light.

"Sweet, it's nice seeing a young, beautiful, hard-working woman," he chuckled. Your jaw tensed for a moment before you forced a tight-lipped smile.

"Can you do my car next? It's pretty dirty too," he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows. You felt a flush of annoyance, but your eyes met Joel's, who glared disapprovingly from his porch.

"Well, uh..." you hesitated, glancing back at Joel. He shook his head, a clear indication that he didn't want you to entertain Michael's advances. "Sorry, Michael. I'm booked for today... I gotta go somewhere after this."

Michael sighed, "Aw, just my luck," he lamented. "I'll ask Joel for your number, huh? I'll book you as soon as you're free." You chuckled, "Yeah, you go do that."

Michael made his way over to Joel, asking for your number. Joel nodded, but with a grunt, he gave Michael the wrong number. A smirk played on your lips as you returned to your work.

—

After what feels like forever you finally finished with the last drag of your microfiber rag. You let out a sigh and turned around to Joel sauntering his way. “All done Mr. Miller,” you purred.

He looked at his truck, all clean and shiny. A satisfied smirk graced his face, “you did a good job” he praised. “Good enough to get that reward?” you murmured with your head tilted innocently. Joel let out a small chuckle “Mmhm... come on inside and i’ll get it sorted for you, pretty girl.”

Your eyes gleamed with lust and you bit your lip in anticipation as he led you inside his house. The wind hits your wet body, the coolness leaves your nipples even harder, your body tingling with need.

By the time the two of you were inside, Joel’s body was taut, like a spring ready to burst. He couldn’t hold it in anymore, his large palms grab a hold of your wet body and pinned you against his door, you let out a surprised whimper at his sudden actions.

“Been a good girl for me huh? Takin’ care of my truck,” he murmured as he leaned down and his lips grazed your jaw to the skin under your ear. “Been naughty too haven’t you? Tauntin’ me with this sweet ass of yours,” he grabbed your ass and gave it a hard squeeze making you let out a small moan, he pulled you closer, his hard cock pressing against your wet bikini bottoms.

You couldn’t help but grind your hips against him, needy and desperate for friction, eliciting a small moan from you and a groan from him. “What do you have to say about that huh? Pretty girl?,” he muttered and nibbled on your earlobe, “I’m sorry sir” you panted softly.

“Yeah? Doesn’t seem to be that sorry,” he chuckled lowly, his voice gravely and his accent was thicker than before “Think I would have to punish you… you thought it was funny huh? Makin’ me hard as a rock with those fucking neighbors watchin’?” he growled to your ear and slapped your ass, you whimpered and jolted forwards.

“I’m sorry sir..please don't punish me,” you whined and bit your lip. “You’re sorry huh? Go on, pretty thing, show me how sorry you are,” he murmured. You didn't need to be told twice, you fell to your knees, eyes wide as you looked up to his face, hands deftly undoing his belt and jeans and pulling it down along with his boxers.

Your mouth salivated just from the sight of his cock springing free, thick, veiny, and throbbing, just how you thought it would be. He gave you a nod to tell you ‘go on’, you leaned down and darted your tongue out, tasting the heady taste of his precum. He groaned and tossed his head back, hand tangling in your hair and pulled you in, you hummed and finally wrapped your mouth around his girth with a small whimper. Your jaw straining to accommodate him, tongue moving with practiced ease as you sink down deeper, taking in more of him.

“Fuck yeah..good fuckin’ girl…thats it,” he muttered and started to guide your head the way he wanted, you thrive with his praises, taking in him as deep as you could. Gagging and sputtering here and there but you didn't stop at all in search of his approval and satisfaction, you didn’t want to stop. The room was filled with the sound of his grunts and heavy breaths, along with the obscene sounds from you and your muffled whimpers.

Joel nearly came when he saw you starting to snake your hand between your legs, “Naughty fuckin’ slut, touchin’ yourself huh?” he groaned and started to thrust into your mouth, holding your head in place. “You want me to take care of that? Hm?” he growled and you whined as an answer. Suddenly he abruptly pulled you away from his cock, “get on the fuckin’ couch,” he muttered, you scrambled off the floor and quickly gotten on the nearby couch, “on your hands and knees, sweetheart,” he commanded and you did as he said, bending over, facing the backrest of the couch.

He stood behind you and pushed you legs wider, your head craned over your shoulder to look at him with your needy expression, bottom lip between your teeth. He gripped your chin and he leaned down, finally crashing his lips to yours. He was rough, didn’t even hesitate on pushing his tongue into your mouth, tongue dominating yours, making you whine and push your hips back, desperate, begging for him.

His kiss left you panting as he pulled away, he trailed kisses down your back, biting on the knot that holds your bikini top together and pulling on it and letting it unravel, his hand started to grope your tits, playing, pinching, pulling on your sensitive nipples. “Mr. Miller,” you panted “please..”

“Use your word, Baby, what do you need?” he murmured to the crook of your neck. You whimpered and kept moving your hips, “anything- please- your finger, mouth- anything, i need you,” you rambled desperately. Joel chuckled darkly, his large fingers playing with the knots of your bikini bottoms, “needy little thing,” he murmured before pulling on the knots and unraveling the red wet fabric, making it fall to the couch.

Joel practically growled at the sight before him, you, bent over with your ass high in the air, naked, your pussy dripping and ready for him. “Look at you..” he murmured and leaned down, groping your ass and pushing it apart to reveal more of you. “Mmh..” he grumbles before leaning down and placing a broad lick on your cunt. “Oh- god- Mr- mmhngh! Mr. Miller” you whined and pushed your hips more to his face. Joel groaned and started to really eat you out, his large palms splayed on your ass, face completely buried in your drooling pussy. “It's Joel, sweetheart,” he chuckled as he pulled away from your cunt for a second, “I wanna hear ya moan my name.”

“Joel..” you breathed, getting used to the feel of his name on your lips. Joel started to flick his tongue rapidly on your clit, making your eyes roll back and moan out his name, “fuck- ahh! Joel!” He grunted in response, “yeah that’s it, moan my name…mmhhh good fuckin’ girl.”

You were falling apart already at the hands of his tongue, moving on your pussy with practiced ease. Joel relished the sounds of your moans, and the sweet and tangy taste of your cunt. He groaned and started to push his thick fingers to your entrance, “Joel! Ahnghh! F-fuck! mmhngh!!” you cried out, he grunted and pulled away from your pussy for a second, “That’s it baby, you’re gonna cum hm? Gonna be a good girl an cum on my face?” he muttered and curled his digits to hit that heavenly spot within you, you whined in response, barely able to come up with words but nodded with your eyes closed in pleasure. “Good girl, c’mon, come on my face” he panted and started double his efforts, his tongue flicking on your sensitive clit, slurping all your juices, whilst his fingers kept hitting that sweet spot over and over again.

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, you back arched and your eyes rolled back, you swore you saw stars. His name kept falling from your lips in between moans and whimpers which he responded with praises.

“good girl, that’s it”

“you’re so pretty when you cum for me”

“tastes so good baby, there you go..”

He peppered kisses across your shoulders and back as he waited for you to come down from your high. “joel..” you panted and kept pushing your hips back to grind against his throbbing cock, eliciting a groan from his lips, “yeah? you want my cock, pretty girl?” he muttered and rutted his hips against you, his cock sliding against your cunt. “yes- please joel- please-“ you let out a loud moan when he suddenly pushed his cock into your core.

“fuuuck” he groaned as he pushed himself in “fuck- shit, baby you’re so fuckin’ tight,” he panted and gripped your hips tight. “joel! oh- f-fuck hhngh!” you whimpered and gripped the back of the couch. Joel pulled back until his cock is almost fully slipped back, you whined at the loss of his stretch, then he slammed back in. “Fuck! Oh- f-fuuckk! Joeel!!” you cried out, “Yeah baby that’s it- shit- yeah take it baby, take it” he growled to your ear and wrapped your hair on his hand and yanked it back. Your head tilted back at the force and he crashed his lips to yours again, swalowing all your moans and whimpers as he fucked you with a relentless pace.

“J-joel” you warned between pants, “Yeah i know baby- fuck- yeah i can feel it,” he groaned and panted “c’mon baby give it to me, cum on my cock, c’mon” he murmured and went faster. The sound of his skin smacking against yours gets louder and louder, the couch groaned and creaked in protest. You could barely utter any coherent words at this point, just slurring his name and how good it feels between moans and pants.

Your back arched and trembles as you cry out his name like a prayer. Joel slowed down for a second, letting you ride out the orgasm, “there you go…hmm there you go” he muttered soothingly, his hips rocking deliberately, slowly. “You can take more, sweetheart?” he murmured to your ear, you couldn’t help but nod. ”Good girl,” he praised to your ear and kissed your jaw before his arm wrapped around your waist, the other around your chest and pulled you up until his chest pressed against your back. He resumed his hard relentless thrusts, his hand on your chest groping and playing with your hard nipples. you felt like floating at this point, just taking everything he gave you like a good girl.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He growled to your ear, you could barely talk just letting out sounds of pleasure, he spanked your ass hard and you gasped out a moan, “Yours! Hahngh! All yours!” you whined, Joel gripped your neck and pulled you closer to him “Who?” he demanded, you panted and choked out, “Yours daddy!” bingo.

He growled and bent you over again, his hand still tight on your neck, choking you just right. “Yeah that’s right, such a good girl for daddy,” he muttered and pounded into you. You kept choking out moans, calling him daddy over and over. He shifted his position, propping one leg on the couch to get a different angle, deeper, and it allowed him to reach that spot within you. “Oh my g- aahhngh!! daddy!! right there, oh fuck- fuck me right there!!” you cried out. He grunted and let out a dark chuckle, “there sweetheart?” he taunted as he thrusted extra hard aiming at that spot again. “yes!! yes- yes please- please i- daddy please” you rambled, begging for him, his cock has reduced you to nothing but desperate and needy. “well since you asked so nicely,” he said coyly before hitting that spot over and over again.

You felt you’re gonna shatter yet again in any second, a ticking time bomb set on your lower belly. “D-daddy i’m- hah- i’m-” you could barely finish your choked out sentence. “Yeah? Gonna cum again for daddy?” he panted to your ear, all you could do was nodded and give a whimper of confirmation. He chuckled darkly and his hand snaked down to rub your clit with fervor while his hips kept pounding to your ass, “Go on then, come for me, come for daddy,” he muttered to your ear.

Your vision blurred and you saw white. It feels like you’re barely conscious, your third orgasm hits you even harder than the last. You didn’t noticed whats happening until joel groaned, “Fuck yeah you’re squirtin’ on me baby- good girl- hhnngh good fuckin’ girl.” Your thighs trembled, wet with your release, red from his thrusts.

He finally let go of your neck and you gasped out for much needed air, his thrusts started to stutter. “Where do you want it?” he panted to your ear, “Inside, inside daddy, please,” you begged and started to move your hips to meet his. Joel couldn’t hold back any longer, 1, 2, 3 hard thrusts later and he came completely undone inside you. “Fuuuckk!! Fuck yeah- oh shit baby” he moaned, “fuck! makin’ me cum so much, pretty girl…oh yeah good fuckin’ girl,” he panted to your ear.

After his hips stilled, he pulled out of you, making you whine and clench around nothing, pushing his hot sticky seed out of you.

He chuckled and whispered to your ear, “look at you…all messy n’ dirty,” he cooed. “You cleaned my truck now it's time for me to clean you,” he murmured before peppering kisses down your spine yet again.

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author’s note: THIS WAS MY FIRST FIC EVER AHSHSHEH so forgive me if its shitty or the grammar is horrible bc english is my 2nd language:3 ALSO i have never written smut before heheheh, your feedback is greatly appreciated!! thank you for reading this horny piece of literature!!

[musingsofom]

I love these juicy shades! Need to get more of these citrus undies!

[strange-anni]

This is Hopper, Powell and Callahan discovering the beartrap (among other things) in Jonathans car after he and Nancy got caught by the police

Notice how the camera angle is slightly off. Like it is not shot from the center. It's almost like we are looking up as someone who might be in the trunk

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Obsessed with how u draw Erik's dumptruck thighs. Shocked that man can pull any clothes over those chicken drumsticks

these compliments are getting more and more colorful thank you so much my friend i do my best

[shannonsketches]

like why did they change where Vegeta was when Cell announced the cell games in the anime

why did they make this vegeta starting shit with yamcha instead of chillin in the lab with his family? why did they take Bulma out of the lab? Why'd they say she was Out while Dr Brief was repairing 16? Why did they change Bulma working on advanced robotics to running in late with her baby?

it's the same scene except: - Bulma's actively at work being a scientist - Vegeta's not being rude to her (or anyone else!) - Vegeta waits for Trunks instead of leaving the room - Cell interrupted the airwaves, which means Trunks and Vegeta were just hanging out with Bulma and Dr B while they were working

Those are all Great Character Details!! That the anime rails against!!

[psych-caps]

Everything can be a John Mulaney reference if you try hard enough

[eusuntgratie]

Post a pic of TZP that changed the trajectory of your life

oh lord... A pic? ONE? *sweats*

i can't get into it. the whole shoot. every single morsel of content. tzp in a stetson, vintage wrangler shirt, levis, and luccheses? i barely made it out with my life. this shoot was for me personally and i will simply NEVER get over it. i'm a southern girl. i already loved him. i fuckin got MARRIED in lucchese boots. gtfo. i can't. i'm hyperventilating gonna go lie on the floor about it. if i gotta pick one photo from this shoot its this one. his tits. his FACE. the stubble. that fucking necklace in the notch of his throat. also his pit hair. im feral. at this point the next time i see a black stetson live and in person i will have a spontaneous orgasm. i'm fine. this is fine.

[40viewscollection]

"Trou noir", tronc de platane

Dany ERDOCIO

[thebeautyofspn]

8x23 Sacrifice

[fandom-trash-xl]

FRIEZA VS TRUNKS IN THE SPARKING ZERO OPENING MOVIE - PART 2

[justalitlecreacher]

Post-Shawn takes a shot in the Dark idea where someone asks Shawn how he got out of the trunk the first time and Shawn casually explains that at the ripe old age of eleven, Henry taught him how to break out of a car trunk by locking him in one

Like there are three options for how this scene plays out

Shawn spouts some bs about the spirits helping him

Shawn tells the truth and no one believes him b/c they know Henry can be intense at times, but surely he knows where to draw the line

Shawn tells the truth and everyone believes him/ suddenly realizes why he is like *that*

[sexystudwrestler]

Low blow to the balls, hell yeah..

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

unpopular opinion perhaps but the bathtub scene in AHDN mostly makes me cringe

[thevelria]

The Dating App (Adult Trunks x Reader x Vegeta)

Have you ever wonder how Vegeta would act on a dating app? Well I did...and wrote a story about it. Enjoy the chaos~

Trunks was walking to the living with a huge grin on his face, he wanted to do something to cheer his father up. Since Bulma left and divorced him, Vegeta was only a shadow of himself, and didn't really care about anything. Trunks was terrified of the thought of his father becoming a maniac killer again since there was no one who could have held him back anymore.

-Dad?! -he called out for Vegeta, but no answer was heard -DAD?! -he yelled.

-What son?! -Vegeta hissed at him from the kitchen.

-I have something for you!

-Did you not see my phone? -Vegeta asked, as he didn’t even hear his son.

-It’s in my hand -Trunks giggled- Come to the living room, I want to show you something.

-Why on Earth do you… -Vegeta was raging.

-Just come here dad, please -Trunks took a deep breath, rolling his eyes.

Vegeta stormed in, anger burning in his eyes.

-SO?! -he crossed his arms before his chest.

-Come, sit down -he petted the spot next to him.

-Oh for fuck’s sake -Vegeta pulled a face, but throwing himself down on the sofa.

-I downloaded the Dating App to your phone -he bit his lips nervously. Trunks knew exactly how his father would react, but he also was sure it was going to help him distract himself from the terrible feeling of being alone.

-Huh? -Vegeta widened his eyes, as his blood started to boil.

-Hey! -Trunks interrupted him before he could burst out in anger- I think you need to start meeting women. Mom left so long ago and you need someone to share your life with.

-And why do you think I need any woman? -he raised his eyebrows.

-Dad… -Trunks cracked a half smile- Just give it a chance. You need to move on, just like mom did. Since she got married with Yamcha…

-Uhh… -Vegeta pinched the bridge of his nose- Don’t even start…Yamcha. I still can’t believe she chose that weak, useless human over ME. Like he’s not even a saiyan for God’s sake. It’s like choosing rotted sausage over a juicy steak.

Trunks chuckled slightly, his father and his examples…hilarious.

-Well this app will help you to find someone. I’m sure of it! You can talk to anyone, go on dates etc. Let me show you -he unblocked Vegeta’s phone.

-How do you know my password? -he gasped.

-Seriously, dad? Your password is Kakarot_is_a_Clown…like everywhere -he bursted out in a laughter seeing his father clenching his jaw defeated.

-So… -Trunks opened the app, showing the screen to Vegeta- Here at bottom you can see icons, which lead you to different parts of the app. You can upload pictures of yourself, write things about you etc, I filled it for you. 

-You did what?

-This other one is the message box, it will pop up, if someone texted you. And this is the matchmaking area… -Trunks kept talking, totally ignoring his father’s stare. 

-The what? -Vegeta furrowed his eyebrows.

-Uhm…it’s where you can check pictures and short introductions about people, then decide if you are interested or not. Let’s try it okay? 

Vegeta nodded slightly, still thinking it was full of shit.

-How about this girl? -Trunks asked- She looks pretty.

-Meh… -Vegeta rolled his eyes.

The next 10 minutes was about Vegeta huffing and rolling his eyes, so finally Trunks gave up.

-Okay, maybe later you can try it again and see if you find anyone who you are interested in, okay? 

-I won’t -he shrugged.

***

As the night came Vegeta was getting ready for bed. After he took a hot shower he headed back to his bedroom with only a towel around his waist. Drying his hair with another towel he sat down at the edge of the bed, when his phone buzzed.

-What the heck? -he looked surprised, reaching for the device. After unlocking it he saw a notification came from the Dating App. 

-It says I have an unread message?! -he raised one of his eyebrows- Okay, remember Vegeta, remember…how did Trunks say it? Click here? -he tried his best and smirked as the unread message popped on the screen.

-Man, I’m so  amazing -he hummed to himself, but then he started to read the text and his eyes widened bigger and bigger second by second, forming a terrified look at the end of the message.

“Hey Vegeta!

You look just my type. Damn you are so hot and fine. I would give my life for you letting me lick those abs of yours. God, how much I want you to fuck me…fuck me hard daddy!

Wanna meet?”

-What the actual fuck? -Vegeta hissed, tossing the phone away on the bed- That’s just sick!

Getting a boxers on in front of the wardrobe he was still shaking his head in disbelief. After crawling into bed, he sighed deeply, reaching for his phone again.

-Okay…just a quick peek -he said.

2 hours later he caught himself scrolling the pictures, looking at the girls the app offered him. His eyelids started to close, feeling really sleepy.

-Just one more -he yawned big, stretching his neck left and right. 

As soon as he swiped to the next person his eyes popped open.

-Dear Lord -he whispered as staring at a girl with a beautiful face, perfectly curved body, kind smile -She…she is beautiful -he gulped, tapping the match option immediately. 

***

I was laying in the bed, playing some games on my phone. Okay I was playing Candy Crush, but hey I was an expert… When a notification popped on my screen, making me surprised. 

-Hmm…it seems someone tried to match with me -I yawned a bit, opening the app.

Scrolling through the unholy messages I received from horny ass men made me roll my eyes. Then I clicked to see the matchmaking icon.

-Vegeta… -I’ve read his name out loud- Well let’s see who you are…Vegeta -I smiled, clicking on his profile. My jaw dropped, seeing a spiky, black haired man with a pretty much perfectly toned body.

-Holy shit! -I rubbed my eyelids- Nah…it must be a scam or something. There is no way in hell that a man looking like that is on a dating app -I shook my head, rolling my eyes. But I started to check his profile anyway.

First I was scrolling through the 2 pictures he had. The first one was his profile picture, him being shirtless,wearing bandages around his arms, leaning against the kitchen counter, one hand holding an apple, the other hand grabbing the edge of the counter.

The second one was him standing in a yard or something, looking kinda pissed off, his arms crossed before his chest. Next to him there was a taller guy, also freaking pumped, smiling awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

-This must be a joke -I took a deep breath, reading the introduction section below.

“Hello, my name is Vegeta. I like training and would love to meet a woman who can keep up with me.”

-Well, not much to know about him according to this…Maybe I should match him and -I shook my head- Nah, Y/N don’t be stupid…

But I matched him anyway. 

***

Vegeta’s phone buzzed, notification popping on the screen.

-What the… -he reached for his phone on the nightstand, but then it hit him hard- Oh it might be the girl… 

His smirked was wide and arrogant, when he saw that I matched him.

-Huh, so predictable…any woman can resist the Prince of the Saiyans -he clicked his tongue- Okay, what should I write…something smooth, but straight -he pressed his lips tight, concentrating on the task.

“Hello Y/N,

Thank you for accepting my match request. You are beautiful. We should date!”

-That’s perfect -he sent the message, sighing proudly.

***

-Oh -I laughed out loud, reading his message- Well it seems, he wants to skip the bullshitting part.

“Maybe we should text a little bit, before we date.” -I sent him a reply.

“Unnecessary. Choose a place, I will take you out for breakfast tomorrow morning” -he said.

“Uhh..I will probably hate myself for this, but okay. Do you know the place “Henry’s”? Meet there at 8”

“I know. Okay! See you there.”

***

The next morning I felt kinda nervous, I wanted to look cute, but didn’t want to push it too hard. After an hour of trying to find an outfit I gave up and just threw something on. 

On my way to the restaurant I kept repeating the conversation we had last night.

-He acted so… -I furrowed my eyebrows- I don’t know. Cold? Confident? Arrogant? Yeah these three at the same time. 

Vegeta was already in front of the building, waiting for me to arrive. He was wearing tight black jeans and a kinda loose dark blue shirt.

-Holy shit -I widened my eyes, when I noticed him- Dear Lord, he looks hot as hell -I blinked fast.

-Good morning -I smiled walking up to him.

-Morning, woman -he blushed slightly.

-Uhm, my name is Y/N -I didn’t like him calling me ‘woman’.

-I’m Vegeta -he turned away, heading into the building.

Raising my brow in surprise I followed him inside. -It’s going to be interesting…or probably awkward -I thought to myself.

-What do you want to eat? -he looked at me strictly.

-Uhm, uhm…let me check.

-Tch… -he rolled his eyes.

-Sorry, it won’t take long, I swear -I smiled embarrassed.

-Waiter! -he snapped his fingers arrogantly.

After we ordered, I was hesitating to start a conversation. Vegeta was sitting in front of me, arms crossed, looking…annoyed?!

-So -I took a deep breath- Why did you match me? You seem clearly annoyed by my present -I smiled kindly, even if I knew my words were sharp as a blade.

-You are beautiful, I liked you -he hummed with so much easiness in his voice it made my jaw drop.

-Oh -I blinked in discomfort.

-What about you? -he raised an eyebrow.

-Well, you…you looked hot and handsome. 

Vegeta smirked and slightly nodded, seemingly I fed his ego well enough. During the breakfast he stayed silent and I didn’t bother to say anything either. We’ve been sitting there in silence and it was getting awkward.

-Please split the receipt -I smiled at the waiter.

-If you dare to do it I will break your arm -Vegeta hissed- I’m the man, I’m gonna pay for your food, woman -he glared at me deadly.

-There’s no need to be a rude prick -I snapped at him- You know what? Thanks for this lovely breakfast, I need to go now -I stood up and rushed out of the restaurant.

-Hmm…I like her -Vegeta smiled widely.

***

Later that day:

Laying on bed, staring at the ceiling I felt so angry.

-That arrogant bastard -I hissed out loud- Who the hell does he think he is? Acting like…I don’t know a king or a prince. Pff…asshole. I knew, I so knew it was too good to be true -I rolled my eyes, when my phone buzzed.

A new message and a new notification was waiting for me to check. 

Message:

Vegeta

“Hey, 

I really did have fun today with you. Wanna do it again?”

-The fuck is wrong with this man? -I raised my eyebrow- This is how he describes having fun -I giggled. It was so absurd I couldn’t believe it.

“Well, I don’t think it would be a good idea. You seemed clearly annoyed by me. Why do you want to meet me again at all?”

“Tch…you seem to be a strong woman. I like it. Wanna go for a drink?”

“Like right now?”

“Yeah, why not? Give me your address, I’m gonna pick you up.”

“There’s no way in hell I will give my address. Where do you want to meet?”

“God…okay. Jimmy’s bar?”

“Ok, I’ll be there in an hour.”

“OK.”

Sighing deeply, while knowing it’s the worst I could do…accepting his invitation…again. But there was something in this man, which made me curious. 

-Let’s give it another try -I shook my head slightly.

As I was about to put my phone down I noticed the matchmaking notification, so I clicked it.

-Trunks Briefs -I wrinkled my forehead, reading out loud the name of the man- Well let’s check you Trunks, shall we? 

I opened his profile and my eyes widened instantly. Lavender hair, ocean blue eyes, muscled body, soft, baby face.

-Damn you… -I chuckled- What the heck? Two hot men in two days? Is this some kind of parody? 

I accepted the request, then started to get ready to meet Vegeta.

***

-You look pretty -Vegeta cracked a half smile, greeting me in front of the bar.

-As you look fine yourself -I smiled as well.

-Shall we? -he pointed in the direction of the door.

-Sure -I wrinkled my forehead- He is…nice. What the fuck? -I thought to myself.

-So, Y/N -he sat down next to me- Tell me more about you. I would really like to get to know you.

-Sorry for asking this, but who are you? And where’s that arrogant guy I met in the morning? -I laughed out loud, making him blush. 

He looked way too cute and I felt sorry for him being embarrassed.

-Sorry -I smiled at him softly- I didn’t mean to. It’s just weird, you know? I mean…

-I understand -he nodded. 

We’ve been talking for hours, drinking cocktail after cocktail I felt a bit dizzy.

-Uh, I think I shouldn’t drink anymore, otherwise I’m going to be wasted -I giggled. 

-Do you want to call it a night? 

-Probably, yes -I took a deep breath.

-Alright, I’ll walk you home. I don’t want you to wander around the town alone. It can be dangerous.

-You are so sweet -I slapped my palm on my mouth, I didn’t want to say it out loud.

-Haha, thanks -he smirked- You are quite cute too.

Walking next to him on the street I struggled to clear my vision. I definitely drank more than I should have. After I almost fell on my nose, he grabbed me, twirling one of hands around my waist, keeping me balanced. 

-I’m sorry. It’s so embarrassing -I mumbled, standing in front of my door. The next thing was Vegeta pressing his lips against mine. My eyes widened, but I kissed him back almost immediately. Throwing my hands around his neck, deepening the kiss.

-Good night, woman -he broke the kiss, smirking at me.

-Good…night!

***

The next morning was a struggle, I was so hungover I wanted to die. I grabbed my phone to check if Vegeta messaged me. Well he didn’t. Just like in the next 4 days. At first I made up excuses for him, but after he refused to even respond to my text I knew what was about to happen. I was way too awkward and he ghosted me. That’s it that’s the thing…

After 4 days I checked my other messages as well, seeing I have an unread message from Trunks. He texted me the night I went out with Vegeta and I totally forgot about him. 

“Hey,

Nice to meet you, I’m Trunks. It made me really happy, you matched me. I would love to get to know you better, if it’s okay for you, too. Have a lovely day,

Trunks”

-Cute… -I smiled widely, starting to type a response.

“Hello, 

Nice to meet you Trunks, I’m Y/N. You seem like a nice guy, so why not, let’s get to know each other better.”

The next few days went by texting Trunks and talking with him for hours. Every time I got a message from him I felt excited more and more. Actually I started to fall for him even if I didn’t meet him in person yet. 

“So, I was wondering…if you would be free this Saturday night.” -texted Trunks.

“Let me check my calendar…okay, I’m free.”

“Haha, I like that you are funny. Would you like to go out with me? Like a date?”

“Of course. That would be nice”

***

I was feeling nervous, waiting in front of a club we agreed to meet at.

-Good evening, beautiful -Trunks smiled, holding his hand out.

-Good evening -I blushed in an instant, wanted to accept the offered hand, when he gently grabbed it and kissed the back of my hand- Let’s get inside, shall we? -he winked at me.

We walked to a free table, he helped the jacket off of me, just as pulling the chair for me.

-Such a gentleman -I giggled.

-Well, a beautiful lady like you deserves to be treated the best.

-Smooth -I shook my head smiling.

After hours of talking, he told me how bad he feels for his father. Since his mother left him and married another guy, his father is a different person. Trunks talked about him being on a date and even though he had fun and liked the woman, he decided to shut it down. 

-I’m sorry, Y/N -he faked a smile- I didn’t intend to ruin the mood -he scratched the back of his neck- Wanna dance? 

-Sure thing -I nodded slightly.

Oh man…his body pressing against mine, I could have felt his muscles through his shirt. It was getting more intense minute by minute. As our body was moving in sync, he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. Rough but still gentle kiss we shared and it sent shivers down my spine. 

-You might think I’m crazy -he broke the kiss- But I think I’m starting to fall for you, Y/N. You are just everything I was looking for -he blushed.

-I feel the same Trunks -I pulled him in another passionate kiss. 

Even if I wanted more from the night I collected myself. He didn’t say anything about coming up and I was strong enough not to offer it either. I really wanted this to work out well. 

***

3 months later:

We’ve been dating for 3 months now and everything seemed just perfect. Trunks was in my apartment, just like always in the last few weeks. We were watching TV, me resting my head in his lap, when he turned to me with a serious look on his face.

-Y/N -he took a deep breath.

-What’s wrong? -I looked confused.

-I want to introduce you to my father. What we have is getting more serious and… -he blushed hard, trying to find the words.

-Sure, honey. I would gladly meet your father. After all the things you told me about him, it will be nice to see him in person -I caressed his thigh softly.

-Tomorrow? Lunch maybe? -he scratched the back of his head.

-Ok for me -I giggled. I found it super sweet how embarrassed he felt. 

***

Standing hand in hand in front of the door of the house I started to feel a bit nervous. What if his dad wouldn’t like me? Oh man, he must like me!

The door shut open and my eyes popped wide, when I noticed Vegeta.

-Vegeta? -I blinked fast in confusion.

-Y/N? -he gasped as well.

-Wait! Do you guys know each other? -Trunks furrowed his eyebrows.

-Well…uhm -I tried to find the right words to describe him that his father fucking ghosted me several months before.

But Trunks was a smart guy, he collected the pieces together really fast.

-Wait a damn minute. She was the one you dated? -Trunks looked shocked at his father.

-Maybe -Vegeta smiled in total discomfort. 

I imaginary facepalmed myself like 100 times in a second. 

-I can’t believe this shit -I thought to myself- It’s not fair, just not fair!

-Trunks, I think I should go home -I let go of his hand and was about to leave. 

-I know this is awkward -Vegeta sighed- I’m sorry for that but please don’t punish my son for me being an asshole to you before.

-Well it’s up to him -I turned to Trunks- Do you still want this?

-I’m going to be honest it’s the most fucked up situation I’ve been in so far, but I’m sure after a decent amount of time it will be a funny story to share. Don’t you think? -he smiled awkwardly, guiding me inside.