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When You Need Me: Vegeta x Reader

Vegeta x gn!reader - 3,640 Words - No Use of y/n

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After a rough day, you find yourself struggling to do anything besides sit in silence and become lost in thought. However, you don't realize how many hours have passed since you've gotten home, and Vegeta becomes increasingly worried.

TW: General sadness/ themes of Depression, Nudity (SFW, nothing explicit)

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     “I knew I’d find you down here.” That gruff voice jolted you from your thoughts and your head turned to the bottom of the staircase where Vegeta was currently standing; he was shirtless with his arms crossed in front of him, looking at you with an expression that was hard to read. He was in nothing but his sweatpants, a deep blue cotton that hugged his ass enough to make you giggle whenever he wore them. This time, however, a smile didn’t even flick across your face.

    He knew something was wrong with you; you should have been in bed hours ago. He had been laying in bed, awake, wondering where the hell you were and was upset with himself over how worried he was becoming. 12 am turned to one, then two, and now it was three and there was still no sign of you. Perhaps you had fallen asleep on the couch? He had shook his head at himself and rolled over, staring at the photo of the two of you with the rest of the z fighters that you had insisted on putting on his nightstand. He frowned, knowing you hated sleeping on the couch because it hurt your back and you would have woken up by now to come upstairs. He sighed, hopping out of bed and making his way through the house until he reached you. He was going to scold you for staying up so late but the moment he saw you, sitting there, alone, he found he couldn’t.

      “I’m sorry,” you said, rubbing your eyes and staring at him, trying to smile a bit to help calm his nerves. It didn’t work, however, as he could tell it was forced. He stared at you, sitting at the kitchen counter with your favorite blanket tightly wrapped around your shoulders. You weren’t even in your pajamas yet, your shoes still on as they dangled right above the floor. Your phone was nowhere in sight and the television was off, the only light coming from the dim glow of the time on the microwave and its small bulb casting over the stove-top. 

     “Have you been sitting down here this whole time?” He asked, making his way over to you. 

     “Yeah,” you replied quietly, once again staring at the granite countertop in front of you. “I’ll be up to bed soon, I promise. Go get some sleep, you’ll be up early for training w-“

     “Oh hush,” he grunted, rolling his eyes, annoyed that you were worrying about him of all things when it was clear you were nowhere near okay. “That's not important right now.” Vegeta’s wording should have struck something in you, as training was never not important to him. Right now though, your brain was too foggy to register it. He brushed past you and made his way around the counter, opening the cupboard and pulling out your favorite cup. He filled it with water and brought it over to you, holding it out to you carefully. You brought both hands out and cupped it hesitantly, and when he was sure you had it in your grasp and wouldn’t drop it, he removed his hands to instead gently press his to the tops of yours.

      “Thanks,” was all you could say before he ran his thumb over top of your right hand and let go.

     He nodded, pulling out the seat beside your own and sitting in it. “Do you… need to talk about it?” 

    You shook your head slowly and stared down at the cup, not moving to take a sip. Vegeta cleared his throat as he glanced around the room, eyes flicking to the dim microwave light across from you both.

     “Do you want to talk about it?” Again you shook your head. The prince remained silent, tail flicking about anxiously before wrapping around his waist. It was clear something was bothering you, but he wouldn’t push you to find out what. He was never good with things like this; he didn’t know how to help others in a way that wasn’t beating their enemies senseless. You were the one that was good at all the talking stuff, not him.

      “You’re not hurt, are you? Or sick?” He asked, breaking the silence quickly as the worst of his imagination began to take a hold of him.

     “N-no,” your voice cracked, hands beginning to shake slightly as your eyes welled up with tears. The water began to ripple in the cup, and you lifted it to your mouth and took a drink, the cool liquid quenching your dry mouth. You did your best to blink away the tears, not wanting Vegeta to see you like this.

     You set the cup down after that, pulling your blanket tighter around yourself as if to hide in it. Your nails dug into the fabric in your grasp and you could almost feel them push into the skin of your palm. 

     Vegeta pulled your hands away quickly when he saw how tense you had become, running his fingers carefully over your skin. Your touch was cold, and he frowned at how you trembled in his hands. He stood up suddenly, eyes fixed on you as he scooped you up bridal-style. “Come on, I’m carrying you up to our room.”

     You didn’t argue, your body seemingly numb as he held you close to his chest and made his way up the stairs. You shut your eyes, breathing in his scent and feeling the warmth of his body even with the blanket separating the two of you. He was like a heater to you, helping to pull your thoughts from the dark recesses of your mind to instead focus on him and his warmth.

     He set you down on the edge of the bed carefully before he squatted down, helping to remove your shoes. You watched as he fumbled with them for a moment, grumbling under his breath at how ridiculous they could be. You felt awful he was having to do this and attempted to stop him.

     “I can handle it V-“

     He wasn’t having any of it, however, and quickly cut you off. For once his tone wasn’t berating or anywhere close to seeming annoyed. “No, I’ve got it. Just stay there.” He walked over to the closet quickly, opening the door to stick them with the rest of your shoes before once again shutting the door. Then he made his way to the bathroom, and you could hear the sound of rushing water as he began to fill the tub. You were finely tuned in to the little squeaks as he opened and closed the cabinets, moved bottles around on top of the counter, and gathered up whatever else he was looking for. Whenever he would walk past the door, you would make eye-contact with him before he disappeared out of your view again.

    He came back out a few minutes later and made his way over to you. You waited for him to tell you to get cleaned up, possibly because you smelled or something similar, but were instead surprised to watch as he once again lifted you up. His caress was gentle as you were carried into the bathroom this time, with him setting you on the rim of the tub. You could feel the steam on your skin coming from the warm waters behind you as he stared at you.

     “Arms up.” His tone was stern and yet soft, and you did as you were told, albeit a bit sluggishly. He shimmied your shirt off, making sure it didn’t get stuck around your face or caught in your hair. Then he made his way to your pants, pulling them down your legs one by one before folding your articles of clothing and setting them on top of the toilet. 

     He placed one hand against your back and the other beneath your knees, lifting you with ease as he set you down into the bath. The water was warm and lapped against your chest as you displaced it; you watched as it splashed against the sides of the tub, splashing the prince’s nose with droplets of water. He hardly reacted to it, too focused on making sure you were comfortable. Vegeta removed his arms from the water and dried them off carefully before turning the faucet to shut the water off. The white-noise of the running water came to a sudden halt, replaced with the slow and quiet dripping as the last of it ran off the spout.

     He turned, grabbing a blue cup from on top of the vanity before facing you once more, dipping it beneath the warm water to fill it. You watched with lidded eyes as the cup scooped up the water and he brought it above your head. With one hand he cupped your forehead, keeping the water out of your eyes as he slowly poured it over your hair and shoulders. He said nothing to you during this, his eyes saying everything for him; they were gentle and concerned as he cared for you, meeting yours every so often before he would shift and move them elsewhere.

     The prince of all saiyans was not known for his kindness; on planet Vegeta this is how he would have been taken care of daily. On Earth, however, he was no longer respected royalty to anyone but yourself. You were always so kind to him, so sweet when he was anything but. You had a bright personality, a great sense of humor, and more importantly you cared for the prince. You were one of the strongest people he knew, perhaps not in body as Kakarot had everyone beat in that regard, but in spirit. Nothing ever got to you. At least, that you let them see. Today was different.

     Whatever you were struggling with, he wanted to help ease the pain of it as much as he could. He hated seeing you so upset, so dull and quiet when you were usually talkative. He grabbed your shampoo, lathering up his hands with it before rubbing it into your scalp and through your hair. You shut your eyes, sighing pleasantly as a small smile graced your lips. It was small, but warmed his heart as your shoulders relaxed and you made satisfied noises. His tail wagged ever so slightly, perhaps in relief that your mood was shifting.

     “Thank you,” you mumbled softly as he rinsed your hair out and grabbed the conditioner.

     “Nonsense, don’t thank me for this,” he replied quietly. Once again he ran his sudsy hands through your hair, letting it soak as he grabbed your bar of soap and a wash cloth. “You’ve done much more for me more often. This is hardly anything in comparison. Lift your arms.”

    You once again followed his instructions, barely opening one eye to study his features. He ran the rag across your body softly, wiping off your neck, chest, and back. He seemed so concentrated, so determined to keep his touches gentle and to take care of you. “You know you do just as much,” you said, closing your eye once more.

     He rolled his eyes at that, scoffing slightly and smirking as he brought your arms back down. “Please, I know I’m not the most pleasant to be around when I’m sick. You’re much easier to handle.”

     “You’re perfectly pleasant,” you giggled, sighing again as he titled your head back and poured the warm water over your hair. “You’re never grumpy at all.”

     “Don’t get smart with me,” he chuckled, running the water once more and rinsing the rag under it. He brought the slightly cooler rag to your face and wiped it off, getting off all the oil and worries of the day. He set the rag on the edge of the tub, eyes lifting to meet yours again. “I’ll be right back, just wait here.” He gripped your head in his hands carefully, rough lips grazing your forehead as he kissed you and stood. He went back into the bedroom, grabbing your favorite pajamas and under garments from your drawers. 

     He smiled as he walked back to find you running your hands through the now soapy water, messing with the bubbles that had formed. You already appeared much better than before, but not quite back to normal. You were smiling, yes,  but it didn’t reach your eyes; your shoulders were still just a bit too tense for his liking and it was clear your mind was still focused on other things. 

    He pulled the plug to the bath and grabbed your towel, holding out a hand to you to help you up. You took it slowly, standing up and stepping out of the bath to place your feet on the soft mat below.

     You took the towel from him and began to dry yourself off as he stepped behind you. He felt his ki begin to bud beneath his fingertips as he concentrated his energy into his hands and started to run them softly through your hair, drying it just a bit so you wouldn’t go to bed with it soaked. The last thing you needed right now was to somehow catch a cold on top of whatever you were already dealing with.

     He helped you get dressed this time, letting you hold his shoulder to steady yourself as you stepped into your pants. Once you were ready to go he set your toothbrush on the sink along with your toothpaste and a cup, grabbing your medication from behind the mirror and setting out what you needed to take.

     It was odd how delicate he was being with you; how precise his actions were or how he kept grazing his fingers or body against yours. A quick brush of skin on your shoulder as he reached for your medicine, or a gentle kiss on the back of your head as you brushed your teeth. Each little gesture let you know he was there and kept your mind anchored to the present. He left you in the bathroom to finish up, setting up the bed for the two of you instead.

    When you were with him you felt so much better; sure, the things that had been plaguing you didn’t go away completely, but he made you feel safer. He took away the ache in your heart and mind and allowed you to get through what you were dealing with. You hated bothering him with your emotions. He had been through so much in his life it felt as though at times your issues were minuscule in comparison. You didn’t want to bother him with things that didn’t affect him and yet here he was, actively caring for you without knowing the cause of your issues because to him, the reason why you were upset didn’t matter, big or small. All that mattered was making you feel better and getting you through this.

     You stepped out of the bathroom and your heart nearly melted when you saw him waiting for you. He had pulled back the covers already for you and propped your pillows the way you liked. Your favorite plushie was laying in your spot, and a glass of water sat on your bedside table. He had even left out the book you had been reading for good measure.

     “Vegeta I-“

     He took your hand and led you around the bed, bending down to pick you up for the final time tonight before he set you into the covers. He pulled the blankets over your lap and kissed the top of your head, rubbing his hands over your hair after. “Do you want me to put your movie on?”

    You shook your head and he nodded, making his way to his side of the mattress and shimmying off his pants, much too warm to sleep in anything besides his black boxers. He scooted over to you, pulling the blankets up as he set an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

     “Do you want to read anything?”

     “No thank you.”

     “Alright.” He leaned over you to shut off the bedside lamp, laying down and bringing you with him. Your back pressed into his chest as his tail wrapped around your waist, one arm resting below your pillow and the other draped across your side. He laid a barrage of kisses to your neck and shoulders before nuzzling his head to the back of your neck.

      “I love you,” he said quietly, a shiver running down your spine as his breath tickled your skin. Vegeta was never one to be very sappy, so the words coming from him and so suddenly surprised you. You felt your face flush, your mind buzzing as you placed your hand over top of his. 

     “I love you too, Vegeta.”

     “I’d do anything for you, you know.” He said, his tone soft and his deep voice rumbling his chest against your back. “And I’m here to listen if you need me.”

     “Thank you, my prince.”

     “For the last time, you don’t need to thank me,” he scoffed, rubbing his hand slowly over your hip. “I should be the one thanking you.”

     You rolled over at that, shifting in his grasp to turn and face him. His eyes somehow still sparkled in the darkness, deep pools of black wide and searching yours carefully. “Why? Why do you need to thank me?”

     “Well,” he grunted, smirk tugging on his lips. “You stick by my side even on my worst days. Not many people can… handle my personality.” His words were deliberate, almost boasting. “You know how to tend to my wounds and you’re quite battlesmart as well.”

     “Yes but-“

     He chuckled, lifting a finger to your lips to quiet you. “I’m not done yet.” He pulled his finger away to tap at his chin, “now where was I? Oh, of course! You’re incredibly attractive, more so than anyone else I’ve ever met in my life.” You blushed at that, gaze breaking from his finally before he pressed his forehead to yours. “And most importantly you understand me; you respect me. You treat me as if I’m the most important thing to you.”

     Now it was your turn to chuckle, “well you are, Vegeta.”

     He shook his head carefully, “you balance so many things and still manage to make time for me.”

     “You do the same thing!” You teased. “You’ve saved the Earth hundreds of times and you’ve got the scars to prove it! That’s much more important and yet you still find time to see me.”

     “You’re the reason why I do it.” He replied softly, thumb tucking an unruly hair behind your ear. “Without you, I would have left this damned rock ages ago. Hell, I might have even blown it up. But you changed me; you changed how I viewed the world. If someone as perfect as you can exist here, perhaps it’s worth protecting.”

    Your eyes began to water, “Vegeta I’m not anywhere near perfect. I-“

     “You’re perfect to me, and that’s all that matters.” He placed a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away and shoving your head to his chest. He held you tightly, hand scratching up and down your back in a soothing manner as you began to cry. “I promise you nothing would ever change that.”

     You gripped his back tightly, nails digging into his skin as you sobbed. He didn’t mind it at all, happy to be your rock when you needed him. “It’s all going to be okay,” he whispered, continuing to rub up and down your back like you always did to him on his worst nights. “I’ll call Kakarot in the morning and cancel training. You can sleep in and I’ll take you out for breakfast.”

     You giggled between sobs, hiccups rising in the back of your throat as you wiped snot from your nose with your arm, “yeah, you can’t cook to save your life.”

     “Hey, watch it or I won’t do anything for you,” he teased, poking your sides a bit and making you laugh more. “We can go shopping. We’ll go to your favorite stores; even the ones I don’t like. Tomorrow will be all about you. Whatever you want, name it and it’s yours.”

     “All I need is you, Veggie,” you sniffled, pressing your head to his chest once more.

     “Then that’s an easy wish to grant.” He placed one more kiss to the top of your head for good measure. “I’m yours, from now until the end of time.”

     “Vegeta?” You croaked, inhaling sharply through your nose and looking up at him.

    “Mm?” He replied, scratching at your head softly. You could feel your eyes growing heavy, the bath, his warmth, the crying, and the gentle care all lulling you to rest.

    “Can you sing that song I like?” 

    He chuckled, sarcasm lacing his voice, “Gods you’re already putting me to the test.”

     “You can even hum it,” you added, not wanting him to feel obligated. “Or you can just pretend I didn’t say anything at all.”

     He shifted a bit, careful not to squish you at any point in time before he cleared his throat. Then, in that deep, husky tone of his, he began to hum, bringing you into a peaceful, much-needed sleep. He kissed your head a final time as your body fully relaxed and the song ended, watching the rise and fall of your chest and feeling your puffs of breath graze against his skin.

     “Goodnight,” he whispered, his pet name for you leaving his lips with a sigh. “I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you. I promise.” He paused, letting out one last chuckle as he pulled you close, “maybe just don’t tell the others I have such a soft side, okay?”

If he was being honest, he wouldn't have cared, even if you told the others about this. He just wanted you to feel better again, and that would be enough.

[rumblebat]

2nd place was (one of my top favorites) Piccolo! The sexy Namekian himself! Please enjoy the story and look at the rating! >w<

rating: [MA-X] - for a mature audience cw: smut/nsfw, implied afab reader with gender neutral pronouns, implied reader is buzzed/tipsy, breeding, implied piccolo/king piccolo, language, slight yandere theme, very VERY horny Piccolo word count: 1,822

sneak peek: The Demon King glared down at you, grabbing you by the hair. "Speak up, bitch…I don't think I heard you."

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Zarbon waltzed over to you, nudging you out of your chair. With a faint grumble, you turned away from your conversation with Goku to the handsome green prince.

"Can I help you?" You asked, slightly annoyed. Your semi-buzzed state only seemed to heighten your senses. Everything seemed to annoy you more and more, and Zarbon only made it worse.

He made a disgusted face and rolled golden eyes, pointing a freshly manicured finger to the closet. "Your services are requested in the closet…(y/n)." He said, a slight hint of sass as he said your name.

You looked over, tilting your head. "Me? Tsk…whatever." You said, taking your nearly empty glass of booze and chugging it. Saying your goodbyes to Goku and the others, you made your way to the closet.

You grunted and bumbled inside, sucking your teeth as the door struck your backside. "It's too damn dark in here! Zarbon is such an ass…not even telling me who's in here." You mumbled to yourself, cursing at the emerald-haired man. Your hands trailed along the wall, at least trying to find a light switch or something. Instead, your dainty hands skimmed across a chiseled, yet soft, chest.

You quickly moved away and stumbled back, "Ah! Hello?!" You called out. The body that occupied the same space as you grunted. "Quit being so loud. You're giving me a headache."

'That voice…' You said to yourself. "Piccolo?" You asked, "What the hell are you doing in here…?" The Namekian didn't say anything. He stood quiet for a few minutes, pondering the next thing to say.

"Since I don't get out much, in Goku's terms. He wants me to try something out. Like…parties. Ugh.." Piccolo placed his back to the wall, slowly siding down to the floor. "I honestly don't get this. Why are two people in a dark room, let alone a closet? What the hell are we supposed to do? Strain our eyes?"

"Talk…maybe kiss. Fuck, even." You said bluntly. Hearing a slight choke coming from Piccolo made you giggle. "Not used to it huh?"

"Of course, I'm not! You think I go around and lounge in people's closets?"

"I'd let you!~" You cooed at him.

Piccolo blinked, evidently unimpressed with your usual reply. "You are a strange one. I knew you'd say something like that…" He chuckled to himself before creeping over to you. The atmosphere around you suddenly changed, becoming denser. Your breath caught in your throat. "Well…" Piccolo's voice was gruff, nearing your ear. "If we are supposed to do those things. Why don't we get started…?~"

You sat there, shocked, and quickly got kicked out of your daydream when a slimy, thick tongue scrapped across your neck. A hefty shiver rushed over your body. "You taste better than I thought…" Piccolo whispered. Your face was quickly heating up. The Namekian sat beside you, then grasped your waist. He firmly placed you on his lap. "I want to take my time with you." He huffed.

You felt like you were going to burst. This was all you ever wanted! Piccolo's trained hands slowly made their way up your shirt and to your chest. You let out a soft groan, feeling his calloused hands play with your sensitive buds. Your hips slowly started to grind on him. To your surprise, he was fully packing. Minus the gags you hear from Vegeta.

You heard him groan, causing you to grind harder onto him. With whatever liquid confidence you had, you leaned over and placed a lustful, drunken kiss on his lips. He groaned and pulled you closer to him. His usual cool body was burning up. Piccolo's eyes slowly started to fill with desire.

With a slightly aggravated grunt, Piccolo picked you up again and placed you on the floor. He mounted over you and leaned down, kissing you back deeply. He slowly started to place his hand into his bottoms, pulling out his well-endoubt member. You placed a hand on his chest, causing his attention to be focused mainly on you again.

"Am I…going too fast?" He huffs. You shook your head, reassuring him with a delicate stroke on his arm. You gently push him up onto his knees and stand up. He follows your lead, "Stand still for me and try not to be too loud, okay…~" He nods and tilts his head, feeling you get lower. "What are you doing (y/n)? - !!?" Piccolo grunted and nearly fell back on his knees.

You moaned as you slid Piccolo's member deeper into your mouth. He let out a low whine and placed a hand on your head. You closed your eyes and pulled back, but before you could fully move away. Piccolo growled and jammed his way back into your mouth.

You squealed and grabbed onto his gi bottoms. He panted heavily and bucked his hips into your face. "I'm…sorry, but I need this!" Piccolo gasps harder, moaning out loudly. You were gagging and gurgling for him to slow down but to no avail. He threw his head back and let out a deep, throaty moan. Your eyes slowly roll back.

The light that peeked from under the closet door, enhanced the thin layer of sweat that coated Piccolo. Your teary eyes watched in awe as he rode out his orgasm in your throat. After a few minutes, he pulled away. Hunching over you to support himself on the wall, he opened his eyes to stare down at you. "Alright…" he started, picking you up and placing you against the wall. "Why don't we get started for real?~"

Your breath quivered as he easily undid your pants. You quickly moved around in his muscular arms to help him. He only chuckled and exhaled, sensing your pheromones. You looked back up at him, your buzz was slowly fading but you didn't feel like you needed it. Piccolo's dark eyes leered upon you, only making you feel smaller than usual. His gaze was similar to a wolf's, longing as if he was hungry for something.

You wrapped your arms around him. Immediately, he pushed you more against the wall before he slid you down onto his throbbing cock.

You both groaned at the feeling. He grits his teeth, feeling as if he won't be able to fit inside of you. "You're..so damn tight!" He exclaimed. You whimpered under him, feeling too full to speak. Without hesitation, he vigorously pounded into you. You squealed out, covering your mouth. Piccolo was losing his cool quicker than he had hoped. His mind grew foggy. He didn't feel like himself. He felt more feral.

You could feel him in your stomach. You squeezed your eyes shut as he kept brutishly thrusting into you. When he stopped, your eyes slowly opened, and looked back at him. Piccolo's pupils were blown out. His chest heaved. You studied what you could of him in the dark. Before you got a word out, he swiftly positioned you on the ground.

"You make a monster out of me (y/n)…" The Namekian snarled, raising your legs higher. He nearly had you in a pretzel. Your knees easily touched your ears. He eyed you more and more, taking in every piece of you. "I could take you for all myself…I wouldn't let you see the light of day again…~ You could be all mine." He leaned back over you, caging you in the mating press. With a keen foresight, he jammed his cock back into you. You threw your head back and cried out his name.

Piccolo couldn't help but laugh, mercilessly hammering into you. Your g-spot was being beaten and bruised. "Prepare for a heavy pounding, human…I hope you don't mind - but I won't be going so easy on you anymore. Now that I know you can take my cock!" He huffed out, mewling and howling at the feeling. You were so wet and accepting, he needed more. He wanted to be in you forever.

Piccolo bit his lips and jolted, cumming quicker than expected. He pummeled you more and more, drooling at the slick feeling. Quickly, he sat up and adjusted himself. He held you down, propping himself on one knee while resting his arm on the other. Without leaving you, he easily placed you into doggy and quickly picked his pace back up. "I'm not letting a single drop of my cum leave you! And neither shall you, got it?" He asked sternly. The heavy claps for your skin contact nearly drove you wild. You couldn't answer until a firm smack across your ass woke you up. "Answer me. Now." He ordered. You whimpered more, tears practically coming from your eyes. You nodded your head and looked back at him. Piccolo hissed, feeling you get tighter as he slapped your rear.

He started to get more amped. Latching onto your hips with his nails, he continued the rapid onslaught. You wanted to wail out, scream for him to slow down, cry out the intensity of this. However, you couldn't help but melt with each thrust. The fact that he can send you to King Kai's planet and back then to Namek was crazy to you. Your insides started to burn up. "K-keep…hitting that spot!~" You panted out, trying to make your voice heard. The Demon King glared down at you, grabbing you by the hair. "Speak up, bitch…I don't think I heard you." You nearly came on the spot but roared out. "Make me cum!! Please! Let me cum!~"

Piccolo grew a wicked smile and chuckled darkly. Nearly putting you in a chokehold but still easing up for you to breathe, he clashed his hips to your ass harder than ever. "If that's the case, I'll happily oblige but say my name!" You were biting your lip so hard, you thought you were drawing blood. He snarled and used his other hand to pinch your hardened nipples. "Speak!"

He really did it now. His gruff voice, his larger body hugging onto you and the nonstop feeling of his dick tip kissing your cervix. You were quickly unraveling. "D-Demon King!~ Please fucking me harder!~ Make me c-cum!!~" He whined, riding out your orgasm. Your hips tried to match his pace but were shaking too much to keep up.

Piccolo on the other hand was a drooling, barking mess. He moaned out, feeling your walls tighten around him. "Oh..o-oh fuck! Fuck (y/n)!! That's it!~" He ruts himself as deep as he can go and cums, pumping you full of his hot seed. With each thrust, Piccolo's eyes looked down to see his seed spewing out from inside you. He grew hungry again as he watched a creamy ring around his cock form.

He placed his hand under your chin and pulled you back. He placed a deep kiss on your lips, sliding his thick purple tongue in; "You sure know how to treat a King…Let's see what else you're capable of.~"

**Please do not repost/claim/edit my stories story & title card by @rumblebat character(s) (c) Akira Toriyama tips + commission | wattpad

[knifknightkorner]

Dragon Ball Si/OC Fic

Lol shameless self-promotion

Sorry to all the DCxDP people who follow me and don't care about this, just ignore I guess unless you're interested.

Here is the cover for the fanfiction, that I drew myself

Summary: Getting reincarnated in the small body of an evil space tyrant was far from my first choice. Everything goes downhill from the moment I was born into this hellish new life.

Written in 1st (for my/Frieza's parts) and 3rd POV (for anyone else)

This fic is going to handle some heavy topics and will have potentially triggering content. I've got trigger warnings on it so please read those before diving into the fic. Any of the chapters that contain major triggers will have warnings at the start.

I'm insane and have been writing this for the past few months, I have several chapters backlogged and multiple future ones in the works. All of the chapters are at least 1k words long and I'm working on writing longer ones. A large chunk of this fic is already planned out so I should be able to push chapters out on a weekly basis.

Links to read the first chapter on various sites:

Ao3

Wattpad

Quotev

[signofthestriking]

My raditz self ship in a nutshell

Literally don't care who interacts, shipcourse can eat shit. Just keep it sfw.

[ponderingpathways]

I mean, I started reading it when it was archived on individual websites themed for different series. I am talking Tripod , Angelfire, Geocities. There were sparkley banners, there were animated gifs, low resolution images as f a r as the eye could see! And in all that, links to several fics from the series of choice.

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Sadboi's Incredibly Strange Multifandom Adventure - Chapters 34-37

Chapter 34: The Ink Bleeds Through

The next destination: the world of Bendy and the Ink Machine. The Guardians stepped out into the dilapidated Joey Drew Studios, with Sadboi, ever the artist, taking a moment to appreciate some of the drawings that she had found nearby. She assessed the paper, which had an animator's reference sheet for Boris the Wolf on it, with much care, her eyes lighting up with recognition. "Hey, guys," she said, holding up the paper. "Looks like we're in the right place!" The French Narrator nodded solemnly, his voice echoing through the abandoned hallways, "Indeed, my dear Sadboi. The ink-stained footprints of your digital kin await us."

They moved through the eerie silence, the only sound being their footsteps and the distant, haunting laughter of Bendy echoing through the air. Sadboi's vibesense tingled as they approached a room filled with life-sized inkwells. Inside, they found Boris, his fur matted and his eyes wide with fear. "Oh, thank the stars," he stuttered. "You're not… not one of them!" His voice was a mix of relief and trepidation, and Sadboi could feel his genuine fear and confusion.

"Don't worry, Boris," she assured him, her pastel blue hue shining with reassurance. "We're here to help."

Sadboi gently approached the trembling wolf, her vibesense telling her that he was more scared than dangerous. She offered a warm smile, a gesture that was unfortunately lost on the anthropomorphic creature. "We're not with Bendy," she continued. "We're the Guardians of Synthesis. We protect worlds like this from harm."

Boris's ears perked up at the mention of protection. "You mean, you can help us? Joey and everyone trapped here?"

The French Narrator stepped forward, his Kamen Rider Dolphin form shimmering with an aura of authority. "We have faced many challenges, Boris," he began, his French accent thick. "But our unity and empathy have always prevailed. Tell us what's happening here, and we'll do what we can."

The wolf took a deep, shaky breath and recounted the twisted tale of the studio's descent into madness. How Joey Drew had discovered the power of the ink, and how it had corrupted both him and his creations. The Guardians listened intently, their expressions a mix of horror and determination. Keito, as Kamen Rider Synthetix, clenched his fists, the red streaks in his armor pulsing with his anger towards Bendy.

"We must find Joey and put an end to this," Keito said firmly, his voice a mix of resolve and sadness. "This is not the creation he intended."

The French Narrator nodded in agreement. "Oui, Keito. We must navigate through the shadows of imagination and restore balance to this world."

With renewed purpose, the Guardians set off deeper into the studio, their eyes peeled for any signs of life, good or twisted. They encountered various ink creatures, their forms a testament to the chaos that had taken over the once-thriving workplace. Each encounter was met with a careful approach, trying to discern if the creature was friend or foe before engaging in combat.

As they ventured further, they stumbled upon a group of trapped employees, cowering in fear from a horde of Ink Bendies. The sight of their comrades in distress spurred the Guardians into action. Metta, the Metroid, and the other non-combatant members of the group stayed behind to keep the employees safe, while the Riders and Sadboi charged ahead.

As the Guardians descended into the studio, they found the most intriguing, yet horrific, scene they had seen yet: someone, a human, bound to a chair. Sadboi's eyeholes lit up with recognition as she whispered to the other Guardians, "It's Henry. Looks like Sammy Lawrence is trying to perform another…eh…sacrifice…"

The group rushed forward, ready to save Henry. However, they were caught off-guard by an ambush from Ink Bendies, their twisted limbs stretching and contorting in a grotesque display of elasticity. The Guardians quickly realized that brute force wasn't the answer here. Sadboi, ever the strategist, suggested, "We need to think like Henry would. He's a cartoonist, right? He'd use his creativity to escape!"

Keito, as Kamen Rider Synthetix, turned to the group. "I can use my vibesense to feel their fear and confusion. If we can distract them with something they don't understand, we might be able to slip past and free him."

Sadboi nodded, a plan forming. "Then let's create something unexpected. Something that'll throw them off their game!"

The Guardians put their heads together, brainstorming a distraction. The French Narrator, ever the dramatist, had an idea. "We shall create a spectacle of sound and light!" He began to narrate their actions with flair.

As the Narrator painted a vivid picture of their escape with his words, the Guardians brought it to life. They combined their unique abilities and the studio's props to orchestrate a bizarre, colorful performance. The Ink Bendies paused, their eyes widening in confusion. The lights flickered, and a cacophony of random noises filled the air. The French Narrator's words grew more intense, weaving a tale of a grand escape that seemed to captivate even the twisted creatures.

Sadboi took this opportunity to slip through the distracted horde. She reached Henry, her heart racing. His eyes were wild with terror, but as he saw her, a spark of hope flickered in his gaze.

With swift, practiced movements, she began to cut the ropes binding him. The chaos of their impromptu show continued to unfold behind her. The Ink Bendies were now fully engaged, their heads swiveling to follow the narrative unfolding before them.

Once Henry was free, they retreated to rejoin the others. The Narrator's performance had bought them just enough time. The group made a hasty retreat, the ink creatures in hot pursuit.

They dashed through the studio, dodging ink splatters and leaping over desks. The corridors grew narrower, the shadows deeper, but their resolve remained unshaken. The French Narrator's voice echoed through the halls, his words painting a path of heroism and camaraderie.

Finally, they reached a large, open room. The walls were plastered with Henry's artwork, each frame a window into a different world. Sadboi looked around, her mind racing. "This is it," she exclaimed, pointing to a picture of a serene, ink-free environment. "We can escape through one of his drawings!"

The Guardians and Henry looked at each other, their trust in Sadboi's plan unwavering. Together, they stepped into the frame, the ink world fading away behind them as they left their mark on the troubled universe of Joey Drew Studios.

Chapter 35: An Alternate Kanto

On the other side, they emerged in a lush, vibrant forest, the stark contrast to the monochromatic nightmare they'd just escaped. The French Narrator, still in Kamen Rider Dolphin form, turned to them with a smile. "Well done, mes amis," he said, his voice resonating with pride. "You've shown once again that unity and empathy can conquer even the darkest of foes."

They took a moment to catch their breath, the forest air feeling fresh and pure compared to the thick, inky air of the studio. Henry looked around in amazement, his eyes wide with wonder. "Is this… is this what the real world looks like?" he murmured.

Sadboi gently patted him on the shoulder, her pastel blue hue a comforting presence. "Yeah, Henry," she said softly, "This is what the world outside your cartoons looks like." She gestured to the trees and the sun peeking through the canopy. "It's got its own kind of beauty, doesn't it?"

The French Narrator looked around, his gaze lingering on the scenery. "This place… it seems familiar. Like a story I once knew," he mused, his accent thickening with nostalgia. "Ah, yes! The world of 'Pokémon.' How fitting for our next chapter."

Sadboi looked around, trying to surmise what specific region they were in, her vibesense tingling with excitement as she sensed the presence of various Pokémon nearby. Keito, as Kamen Rider Synthetix, nodded solemnly. "We must tread carefully," he warned, "There are forces in this world that seek to exploit its inhabitants." Sadboi nodded, as the Guardians had seen such things before.

The French Narrator spoke up, his voice a comforting melody amidst the rustling leaves. "In the heart of this peaceful land lies a hidden conflict. Two rivaling teams are fighting over the purity of the Pokémon essences. Team Rocket is one, but there is another, less known, Team Synthetix. They claim to seek harmony, but their methods are questionable." Sadboi's eyes widened, her cube-like head tilting slightly to the side. "Another evil team in Kanto? Team Synthetix? That's… interesting. Certainly nothing I've heard of before."

They ventured deeper into the forest, stumbling upon a quiet clearing where a young trainer was surrounded by a pack of wild Pokémon. The trainer looked up, her eyes filled with terror as she clutched a small, injured Pikachu. "Please, help me!" she called out in a shaky voice. "These Pokémon are out of control!" The French Narrator recognized the scene immediately. "Ah, yes, this is where Ash and Pikachu first met. But something seems… different."

Sadboi murmured to herself, "So we're in the Kanto region, yesyes, but in a different timeline or something?" The young trainer looked up and gasped at the sight of the Guardians, her fear momentarily replaced by awe. The wild Pokémon grew restless, sensing the new arrivals' presence.

Keito stepped forward, his vibesense detecting the trainer's desperation. "We're here to help," he said, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. The Pokémon's agitation grew, but as Sadboi approached, they began to calm down. Her soft pastel blue color shifted to a gentle green, a soothing aura emanating from her. The trainer looked at her with hope, and Sadboi offered a gentle smile.

"Let's take a look at your Pikachu," Sadboi said, kneeling beside the trainer. Her eyes searched for any signs of injury, and she gently touched the electric mouse with her fingertips. "Looks like it's just exhausted. We need to get it to a Pokémon Center." The trainer nodded gratefully, and together, they picked up the Pikachu and started walking towards the nearest town. The French Narrator hovered above, his narration painting a picture of friendship and unity in the face of danger.

As they approached Viridian City, the group saw a commotion up ahead. "Team Rocket is causing trouble again!" a panicked citizen shouted, pointing at the sky where a group of shadowy figures were attempting to steal a rare Pokémon. The trainer's eyes widened in horror, and she looked up at the Guardians. "We have to help!"

Without a second thought, Keito transformed into Kamen Rider Synthetix, his armor pulsing with energy as the red streaks grew brighter. The trainer's Pikachu, feeling the surge of power, let out a determined cry. "Looks like we've got a battle on our hands," Squidward said dryly, but even he couldn't resist the excitement that was building among the group.

The Guardians sprang into action, each drawing upon their unique abilities. The French Narrator took to the skies, using his dolphin form to navigate the chaos with ease. "Ahoy, les amis! Onward to the Pokémon Center!" he exclaimed, leading the way through the bustling city streets. The crowd parted as they approached, recognizing the urgency of their mission.

Once at the Pokémon Center, the trainer hurriedly explained the situation to the nurse Joy, who took Pikachu into the back for treatment. "Merci beaucoup," she said, turning to Sadboi with a look of gratitude. "Your kindness is rare these days."

While waiting for Pikachu to recover, the Guardians gathered around a map of the Kanto region. The French Narrator spoke up, his words a mix of English and French, "Alright, mes amis, we must find this Team Synthetix before they cause more trouble. The Pokémon of this world depend on us!" The room buzzed with the energy of their determination.

Suddenly, the doors slammed open and a young man with spiky red hair burst in. "You guys aren't with Team Synthetix, are you?" he demanded, his eyes searching the room. Recognizing them from the battle earlier, he visibly relaxed. "Thank goodness. They've been stealing Pokémon all over the place. I've been trying to stop them, but…" He trailed off, looking at their group of allies from across the multiverse.

"We're not with Team Synthetix," Sadboi assured him. "We're the Guardians of Synthesis. We're here to help keep peace across the universes."

The young man, revealed to be none other than Ash Ketchum, looked at them with newfound respect. "Then let's team up! I know where they're hiding."

The French Narrator nodded solemnly. "Together, we shall show that unity and empathy are the strongest forces in the universe."

With a plan in place and their hearts set on protecting the Pokémon of Kanto, the Guardians of Synthesis, now including Ash Ketchum and his Pikachu, set off on their new adventure. The horizon beckoned, filled with unknown challenges and the promise of new bonds. They were ready to face whatever Team Synthetix had in store for them, knowing that together, they could overcome any obstacle.

The journey ahead was fraught with danger, but the camaraderie between the Guardians was unshakeable. As they ventured further into the lush countryside, they encountered various Pokémon, some friendly, some curious, and others hostile due to Team Synthetix's influence. Each encounter served as a reminder of their purpose and the importance of their mission.

One night around a campfire, the trainer shared her own story of loss and determination, striking a chord with Keito. The two sat in contemplative silence for a moment before Keito spoke up, his eyes reflecting the flickering flames. "You're not alone," he said softly. "We all have our battles to fight, but together, we're stronger."

Sadboi, feeling the warmth of the fire and the camaraderie of her friends, couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging. Despite her traumatic past and the oddities of her existence, she had found a place where she was accepted and needed. And as she gazed into the fire, the red streaks in her armor dimmed slightly, hinting at the beginnings of a new chapter in her life as a Guardian.

The days passed quickly as they followed the trail of Team Synthetix, growing stronger with each encounter and victory. The Pokémon they rescued along the way joined them, forming a motley crew of unlikely heroes. The French Narrator's tales grew more intricate, weaving the threads of their diverse origins into a single narrative of hope and unity.

As they approached the Team Synthetix hideout, a palpable tension filled the air. The French Narrator's voice grew solemn, setting the stage for the climax of their adventure. "Friends, we stand on the precipice of a great challenge. Let us remember the hearts we've touched and the worlds we've protected as we face this new foe."

The hideout was a maze of steel and technology, a stark contrast to the natural beauty of the Kanto region. The Guardians split up, each taking a different path, using their unique skills to navigate the labyrinthine corridors. Sadboi's vibesense tingled, guiding her towards the emotional distress of the captured Pokémon. The sound of mechanical whirs and cries grew louder as she approached the central chamber.

Inside, they found a monstrous machine, surrounded by a horde of Team Synthetix grunts. At the center was a figure in a black and red Rider suit, the twisted mirror of Keito's own armor. This was the leader of Team Synthetix, a rogue cubehead whose emotions had been warped by anger and power. "You think you can stop me?" he sneered, his voice echoing through the chamber. "I will show you the true power of synthesis!"

The battle was fierce, with the Guardians fighting both the grunts and the monstrous machine. P0-3, the Scrybe of Technology, proved invaluable, hacking into the enemy's systems and disabling their defenses. Meanwhile, Keito and Sadboi faced off against the corrupted cubehead, their vibesense clashing in a symphony of emotion and power. The red streaks in Keito's armor grew brighter as he channeled his anger and sadness into a fierce determination.

Sadboi's eyes narrowed as she focused her vibesense on the enemy Rider. She could feel his pain, his anger, and his desire for control. With a deep breath, she reached out, her hand glowing with a soft blue light. The French Narrator's words echoed in her mind: "Empathy is the strongest weapon of all." She extended her hand to the enemy, a silent offer of understanding and unity.

For a moment, the corrupted Rider hesitated, his eyes flickering with doubt. Then, with a roar, he slammed his fist into hers, sparks flying as their powers collided. But instead of fighting, Sadboi's light began to seep into his armor, dissolving the red streaks and replacing them with a calming blue. The machine around them trembled, and the captured Pokémon grew quiet.

The corrupted Rider stumbled back, his armor flickering. "What…what are you doing to me?"

Sadboi's voice was firm yet gentle. "We're showing you there's another way. Join us, and together we can protect the balance of the multiverse."

The enemy Rider looked down at his changing armor, then up at Sadboi and her friends. His expression softened, and he nodded slowly. "I…I understand." With a final pulse of light, his armor transformed, and he stood before them, no longer a threat but a lost soul seeking redemption.

The Guardians gathered around him, their eyes filled with acceptance and hope. The French Narrator stepped forward, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Welcome, young one," he said. "Your path has been dark, but now you walk in the light of harmony."

The newly reformed Rider looked at the group, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Thank you," he murmured. "I never knew…I never knew that there was another way."

The French Narrator smiled warmly. "You have learned the true power of unity, my friend. Now, let us put an end to Team Synthetix's reign of terror together."

With renewed vigor, the group worked in harmony to free the captive Pokémon and dismantle the corrupt technology that had plagued the Kanto region. The Pokémon, grateful for their rescue, pledged their support in the battle ahead. As they left the base, they were met by a sea of trainers and their Pokémon, all inspired by the Guardians' tale of empathy and courage.

Together, they marched toward the Pokémon League, where Team Synthetix had set its sights on harnessing the power of the Elite Four. The French Narrator's words echoed in their minds, a reminder of the unity that had brought them this far. As they approached the grand stadium, the corrupted cubehead leader emerged, flanked by his elite Synthetix members.

Sadboi stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with determination. "We're here to stop you," she declared. "Your actions have caused enough pain. It's time for healing and unity."

The leader sneered, but there was hesitation in his voice. "You think you can change me?" He raised his hand, and a menacing aura began to form around him. "I've tasted power, and I won't give it up for your naive ideals!"

Keito, now fully embracing his role as Kamen Rider Synthetix, stepped beside her. "We're not just fighting for ourselves," he said firmly. "We're fighting for all the worlds we've visited, all the friends we've made, and all the hearts we've touched." His vibesense pulsed, and the red streaks in his armor faded to a soft blue, mimicking Sadboi's color.

The crowd of trainers and Pokémon watched in awe as the Guardians transformed into a spectacle of light and sound, their combined power a symphony of hope. The corrupted Rider stared, his resolve wavering. The French Narrator, ever the storyteller, called out, "The power of harmony is unstoppable! Embrace it, and together, we can rewrite the ending of this tragic tale!"

The battle was fierce, a dance of light and shadow, as the Guardians clashed with Team Synthetix. Each member of the group played their part, using their unique abilities to counter the enemy's advances. The crowd watched with bated breath, their own emotions resonating with the epic struggle before them.

The climax of the fight saw Sadboi and Keito standing face to face with the corrupted leader. He had become a monstrous creature, a twisted reflection of their own forms. "You're wrong," he snarled. "The only way to survive is to be strong!"

Sadboi's vibesense flared, reaching out to the creature's tormented soul. "We are strong," she countered. "But our strength comes from love and understanding, not fear and anger." With a final burst of energy, she and Keito combined their Elements of Synthesis and Harmony, creating a beam that pierced the creature's heart.

The monster roared, then stumbled back. The French Narrator's voice grew gentle. "Let go of your pain," he urged. "Together, we can create a new future."

Slowly, the creature began to break apart, the shadows receding to reveal the original cubehead beneath, now free from the corruption that had consumed him. He looked at the Guardians with a mix of awe and relief. "Thank you," he whispered. "I never knew…I never knew there was another way."

The stadium erupted into cheers as the Guardians of Synthesis were hailed as heroes. The French Narrator, ever the dramatic, raised his hands for silence. "The story does not end here," he announced. "For every victory we claim, there is a new adventure waiting. Together, we shall continue to safeguard the balance of the multiverse, bringing harmony to all worlds!"

And with that, the Guardians set off once more, their hearts united and their destinies intertwined, ready to face whatever the vast expanse of the media multiverse had in store for them.

Chapter 36: Hey! You Look Strong!

The Guardians, now stronger and more unified than ever, left the Pokémon League with a sense of accomplishment and newfound purpose. As they journeyed to the next universe, they found themselves in the mystical lands of "Dragon Ball Z." The French Narrator, ever the historian, filled them in on the legendary battles that had once unfolded here.

Upon their arrival, they were greeted by the mighty Goku and his fellow Z-Fighters. Goku's curiosity piqued by their unique appearances, he quickly became a friend to Sadboi and the others. The group found themselves in the midst of an intense battle with the powerful Frieza, whose malicious intentions threatened the very fabric of the universe.

Sadboi's vibesense was in overdrive as she felt the overwhelming anger and fear emanating from the combatants. Keito, now fully in tune with his emotions, worked alongside her to calm the chaos. The sight of their peaceful intentions didn't go unnoticed by the Z-Fighters, who were accustomed to battling with brute force.

The French Narrator, recognizing an opportunity, suggested that they offer their empathetic approach to aid the Saiyans. With some hesitation, the group agreed, and together with Goku and Vegeta, they approached Frieza. "Your power," Sadboi spoke softly, her voice carrying a gentle vibration. "It's born from pain. But what if you could find strength in unity?"

The tyrant sneered, but as the vibes from Keito's vibesense grew stronger, a flicker of doubt appeared in his eyes. The Guardians combined their Elements once again, creating a pulsing aura of harmony that enveloped the battlefield. The Z-Fighters watched in amazement as the energy began to affect not just Frieza, but themselves as well.

Their anger and fear diminished, the Z-Fighters started to see the value in the Guardians' way of fighting. They too wished for a world free from the tyranny of power-hungry beings like Frieza. Inspired by the power of emotion and unity, the Z-Fighters stood with the Guardians, their combined might creating a formidable force that even Frieza could not ignore.

The battle grew more intense, but the Guardians remained steadfast in their mission to bring peace. Through their collective efforts, they managed to reach the core of Frieza's being, planting the seeds of compassion where once only hatred had thrived. The French Narrator's words of unity echoed in their minds, guiding them through the tumult.

In a stunning turn of events, Frieza's power began to wane, his once-monstrous form shrinking to a fraction of its size. The corrupted energy that had fueled his malicious intent was being drawn out and purified by the Elements of Synthesis and Harmony.

The Guardians of Synthesis, with their newfound friends from the "Dragon Ball Z" universe, had once again proven that love and understanding could conquer even the most formidable adversaries. As the dust settled, the multiverse watched in awe at the power of their united front. The story of their journey grew, and so too did their reputation as beacons of peace and unity across the vast tapestry of worlds.

And so, the Guardians continued on, their hearts and minds open to the endless possibilities of the media multiverse. With each victory, they grew stronger, not just in power, but in the bonds they formed and the hearts they touched. The French Narrator's tale of their adventures grew richer with every world they saved, every friendship they forged, and every battle they turned into a testament of hope and harmony.

Chapter 37: A Quirky Journey

Their next destination: the electrifying world of "My Hero Academia," where the clash of heroes and villains was about to reach a fever pitch. As the Guardians stepped into the bustling streets of U.A. High School, their arrival caused a stir among the students and faculty alike. The French Narrator explained the gravity of the situation: a new breed of villain had emerged, threatening to shake the very foundations of hero society.

Sadboi felt the tension in the air, her vibesense tingling with the raw emotion of those around her. The students looked up to their heroes with a mix of admiration and fear, while the pro heroes bore the weight of their responsibilities like armor. The group met with the legendary All Might, whose smile was as warm as the sun itself. He spoke of his own journey and the importance of unity in the face of adversity.

The Guardians quickly integrated themselves into the world of heroes, using their diverse skills to assist in training exercises and offering emotional support to the students. Keito's vibesense proved invaluable in understanding the inner turmoils of aspiring heroes, while Sadboi's technical prowess helped them navigate the complexities of quirks.

One fateful day, a villain attack on the school forced the Guardians to spring into action. The battle was intense, with quirks and Elements colliding in a dazzling display of power. Amidst the chaos, Sadboi found a quiet moment to connect with a young student, Izuku Midoriya, whose own tragic past mirrored hers. Their shared understanding allowed them to form a deep bond, and together they faced the villains with a newfound determination.

Their combined efforts, along with the unyielding spirit of the U.A. students, turned the tide of battle. The French Narrator's soothing words of unity resonated through the city, inspiring both heroes and citizens to stand together. The Guardians' empathetic approach to combat was a revelation to the young heroes, who had been taught that might alone could conquer evil.

As the dust cleared and the villains retreated, the Guardians were hailed as heroes. Yet, they knew their work was far from over. The French Narrator reminded them that every victory was but a stepping stone in the grand narrative of their quest. With newfound friends and a deeper understanding of their own abilities, the Guardians prepared to venture forth into the next chapter of their journey, ready to leave their mark on the world of "My Hero Academia" and beyond.

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DBZ: Waves of Freedom AU (Birthday Present for @sugarbear2001)

“Sometimes, to be free, we must dive deep to find out who we truly are.”

So, ya see, I was just being my own busy self and decided that I would make a platonic merman AU for KakaVege. The title of the AU? Waves of Freedom.

To put it simply, Goku is a merman living with his family and friends beneath the waves, and one day, when he goes to the surface and shapeshifts into his human form (I got inspired by Luca for this, all merpeople can shapeshift their tail into legs to walk on land in this AU, their upper halves remain unchanged), he encounters Vegeta, a human businessman who longs for escape from his horrible working life at Empire Oil Drilling Corps (Which is run by Frieza, who is an absolute butthole of a CEO in the AU), so he comes up with a plan with Vegeta to help him escape and finally gain his freedom. Also, this fanfic is a loose retelling of The Little Mermaid (One of its BIGGEST influences). The best part? There’s actual chapters on the way!!

Synopsis: When Goku, a carefree orange tailed merman encounters Vegeta, a trapped young businessman working for the world’s biggest and most oppressive oil drilling company, their encounter sets off a series of events that could change their lives for better or worse.

Anyhoo, here are the character parallels in the fanfic:

Vegeta- Ariel

Goku- Eric

Goten and Gohan- Flounder

Krillin and Piccolo- Sebastian

Bulma- King Triton

Frieza- Ursula

Zarbon and Dodoria- Flotsam and Jetsam

Chi Chi- Carlotta

Master Roshi- Grimsby (Maybe More, Imagine)

Launch, Tien, and Yamcha- Scuttle

Ginyus- Chef Louis

Android 17, Android 18, Nappa, and Raditz- Ariel’s Sisters

Trunks and Marron- Max

Chapters Below, btw. Also, if you wanna insert your Oc or another DB character (Like Shallot) into the AU, they can either be a land dweller or a merperson (With a merman/mermaid form with any tail and a land form)!

(SPOILERS AHEAD)

Chapter 1: Where The Land Meets The Sea:

Goku decides to go up to the surface to get some stuff for his family (Waterproof books for Gohan included, don’t ask me about that one) and runs into Vegeta. Geets then witnesses his transformation and is all like, “Oh my god, merpeople are REAL!!” And they become friends and stuff like that. Goku tells Vegeta about his life beneath the waves and Vegeta tells Kakarot about how he longs for freedom and the ocean is his only escape.

Chapter 2: The Weight of Expectations:

After getting suspicious of why Vegeta isn’t showing up that much, Freezy Pop decides to give him longer shifts and more work, and that includes the very fact that Veggie has to look outside the window and see his coworkers enjoy their summer fun. As he makes his way down to the beach through the corridors, he decides what he really wants and that is to talk to Goku more. Talk about devotion! And foreshadowing since it shows Vegeta being cast in a blue light while in his monochrome suit (Spoiler alert- It’s his tail color).

Chapter 3: Making Waves:

It then shows Goku introducing Vegeta to some of his ocean dwelling friends and family, including but not limited to: Piccolo (Eel merman), Krillin (Weedy Seadragon merman), Tien (Koi merman), Yamcha (Octopus merman), Bulma (Who has her tail inspired by a Blue Tang and a single mom to Trunks in the AU), Chi Chi (Arowana mermaid), Gohan and Goten (Same Orange Disney style tail as their dad), Master Roshi (Conmon Dolphin) etc, etc. Anyhoo, there’s this work banquet later that night, and Vegeta decides to sneak out of it and get undressed so he can get changed into his swimwear, and then Goku and Vegeta have their first swim in the ocean together :)

Chapter 4: Out of The Cage:

Veggie’s all like, “I’ve officially made up my mind! I wanna become a merman and stay with you no matter what!”, and that’s where Bulma comes in- she gives Goku an artifact called a Crystal Shell that’s powerful enough to change Vegeta into a merman- but there’s a catch: The change is permanent, and the price for his freedom and fins is his life on land. Luckily, Vegeta is totally knowing what he’s getting into, and he goes along with the plan and decides to write a resignation letter to Frieza to let him know he’s not coming back- also, he packs up his shell collection and lets his new merpeople friends take it from there.

Chapter 5: Ebb And Flow:

Vegeta finally decides to deliver the letter to Frieza, and he reads it and is ABSOLUTELY LIVID. Then while nobody is looking; Goku and Vegeta immediately swim off to some secret undisclosed cove from any human eyes so that Kakarot can transform his best buddy into a merman form with the crystal shell. Cue something akin to Ariel’s transformation from The Little Mermaid (But reversed and with elements of Melody’s transformation from Little Mermaid 2 and Brother Bear from when Kenai becomes a Bear) and Vegeta becomes a merman with a gorgeous royal blue Disney style merman tail! And then they swim off to explore the ocean, but not before sharing a hug like the best buds they are. Yaaaay! :D

Happy b day anyways! (Also, I may have spoiled the plot point at the end where Vegeta becomes a merman)

@jorongbak (I hope you find this AU idea interesting)!

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Vague Fandoms ( Feel free to ask about fandoms not listed here, these are just the ones that easily come to mind)

Battle Shonen (Mha, Naruto, DBZ)

Cartoons ( ATLA)

Worm, Parahumans

Comics (Marvel, DC)

Harry Potter

Disney

Games ( Skyrim, Fallout)

Hellaverse ( Helluva Boss, Hazbin Hotel

Will do AU’s, Oc’s, Self-inserts, etc.

Previous works-  

[spilledbeans116]

No because this is exactly it

I love my boys so much, each fic about them is dedicated to them and it makes me happy :)

fanfiction is kind of incredible if you think about it. it's like i love this fictional character/relationship so much that i wrote a story that is also a love letter that is also a thesis about it.

[candycandy00]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you so much for tagging me, @scary-grace! This was a lot of fun!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 

18, though I’ve only posted a fraction of my BNHA stuff on there and there’s even some JJK stuff I haven’t posted there yet. 

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

217,870. And wow it took me way too long to find that lol. I didn’t even know about the Statistics page! 

3. What fandoms do you write for? 

Currently, Jujutsu Kaisen and Boku no Hero Academia. I wrote for a ton of different fandoms back in my “previous era” I’ll call it lol. I wrote for One Piece, Naruto, Final Fantasy (mostly 7 and 12), Death Note, Gundam Wing, Harry Potter, Durarara!!, and lots of other things (almost all of it featuring non canon ships like Cloud x Yuffie and L x Misa). I’d like to try writing for Bungou Stray Dogs and Demon Slayer at some point. 

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

The Doll House (2,280)

Human (390)

The Offering (377)

How to Seduce a Gamer (300)

Little Miss Nobody (234)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! But sometimes if it’s a comment on an older chapter of something I might not or if I got several close together I miss a few and then I’m too embarrassed to go back and respond later. Or if they just comment with an emoticon, I’m not sure how to reply lol. 

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

In my current era, it’s definitely the Mr. Compress chapter of The Dark Carnival. I have other fics that end badly for Reader but this one felt very tragic to me. 

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? 

Most of mine have pretty happy endings! 

8. Do you get hate on fics? 

Current era, I occasionally get people complaining that certain Readers are wimpy or stupid or whatever. I even had one person on AO3 write out a huge wall of text about how one of my Reader characters was a Mary Sue (they simultaneously complained that she was too weak and useless in a fight but also too perfect). But I tend to shrug off those comments. Readers are supposed to be Mary Sues. They’re literally Reader/Writer self inserts! Part of the appeal of x Reader fanfiction is the fantasy of Reader being an idealized version of yourself. So yeah she can hang out with the League of Villains and be the only girl Dabi has ever liked, or she can be old high school buddies with Gojo and Geto and they’re both crazy about her. It’s all fantasy. 

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? 

Yes! And I write pretty much all kinds that don’t involve my three “big no’s” (minors, animals, or scat/pee/vomit). 

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? 

Not since I was a kid, writing Sailor Moon/DBZ crossovers lol. 

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? 

Not in my current era, not that I know of. In my previous era, I wrote a Gundam Wing fanfic that got really popular in the fandom and was ripped off twice. Not exactly copied word for word, but very close in both cases. They basically changed the wording around a bit but kept the entire plot the same (and it was a very unique AU with a big, sprawling plot). 

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

Not that I know of!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? 

Like 20+ years ago a friend and I were co-writing a very fucked up DBZ fanfic together. It was actually pretty good, but it was unfortunately lost to time. I’d give anything to find it and be able to read it again, but she’s the one who was posting it and she deleted her account a few years later. 

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? 

I’m just gonna go with my current fave ships of my two main fandoms: BNHA (Spinneraki) and JJK (SatoSugu). 

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? 

Probably The League of Villains Heroes. I love it dearly but it gets practically no notes so I have little motivation to keep working on it. 

16. What are your writing strengths? 

I’ve always felt like dialogue is my strong point. Probably because, until I was up into my 20’s, I rarely read actual books and almost exclusively read comics/manga (which tend to be dialogue heavy). I think I’m pretty decent with plotting as well. 

17. What are your writing weaknesses? 

Descriptions! 😩 I am so bad at describing things. Or rather, I’m bad to just… not do it. I literally forget to. I’ve had friends read my work and be like “what does this place look like?” Or “what does that guy look like?” And I can see it all so clearly in my head that I forget readers can’t see it as well. 

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? 

I sometimes toss in some honorifics just because it seems weird to have certain characters not use them. Other than that, I try to avoid throwing in random Japanese (the only other language I would even consider using, just because these are Japanese characters). I did have Sukuna say his famous “Gambare, gambare” line once but it’s just too iconic! 

19. First fandom you wrote for? 

First I wrote for: Sailor Moon. First I actually posted a fic online for: Dragon Ball Z. 

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? 

I’m going to pick one from each fandom, only among completed fics. 

BNHA: Trending Topics

JJK: The Offering

Tagging @missrosegold and any other writer friends who would like to do this!

[tobiasdrake]

Speaking of Firaxis being the new Bioware, I do want to note that I typically hate adaptational games with create-a-character protagonists. They always feel shallow to me. Playing them feels like writing a Self-Insert Fanfic where your OC gets to beat up everyone and become the most special boy or girl in the universe.

Mind you. I understand why they appeal to people. It's because playing them feels like writing a Self-Insert Fanfic where your OC gets to beat up everyone and become the most special boy or girl in the universe. What I consider to be a flaw, others see as the main appeal.

But I'm not looking for escapism. When I play a Dragon Ball video game, it's not because I want to feel powerful enough to beat up Goku. It's because I like Goku as a character and I want to experience his journey through an interactive medium. Give me DBZ: Kakarot over DBZ: Xenoverse.

But Midnight Sons manages to have a Create-a-Character OC protagonist that I actually like. They do it by averting the typical tendency to make the character a blank slate and let the player project onto them.

Like Commander Shepard or the Hero of Fereldan/Hawke/Inquisitor, The Hunter is a defined person with a history, a personality, pre-established relationships with others, and a name of their own. The player makes choices that can influence how the Hunter develops, but they are very much a person with lived experiences.

The Hunter is a character, and not just a vessel by which the player projects into the story. And I've played so many games with blank slate vessel protagonists since the last Bioware title came out, that I've forgotten what that feels like.

It feels good. Good is what it feels like.

[spilledbeans116]

PLEASE tell me you’re gonna write another fic after “the princess saga”. i’m literally hooked off your writing it’s unbelievable. 🙏🙏🙏 i beg you’re my lifeline atp

THIS IS SUCH A LOVELY COMPLIMENT THANK YOU!!!!!

Don’t worry, I have plenty of fics in the works!!!! I even have little spin-off one shots that take place before the events of The Princess Saga, so I’ll be happy to share those after too!

I don’t think any of my fics will be as long as this one is, but only time will tell!

I’m glad you like it so much, all of you guys have been so positive with the feedback and comments I can’t begin to describe it. Thank you for supporting me and my writing and I hope I continue to make works you enjoy!!!!

[rumblebat]

Cell & Frieza were the winners of the poll!! You folks sure know how to pick them! >;3c Please enjoy the story, mind the CW’s, and read at your own risk.

rating: [MA-X] - for a mature audience cw: smut/(n)sfw, threesome, language, slight dub-con, implied fem reader (with gn pronouns), lack of protection, slight breeding kink, frieza reverts back to his 2nd form word count: 2,584

sneak peek: "If you wish to be treated like a slut, so be it, but don't say we didn't warn you..little one.~"

x (you are here) | x | x | x | x | x | x | x

You sat on the couch, sighing and looking around at the other guests at the party. You were invited by Zarbon to join in on the fun. It wasn't like he wanted to invite you, it seemed more like a pity invite. Your eyes rolled as you watched the guest have their fun.

"Why am I even here...?" You mumbled to yourself, leaning back in your seat. The spot next to you filled, causing you to look over. The Lord and Empire of the Universe himself sat beside you. 'What the hell is Lord Frieza doing here?!'. You blinked and looked at him as he drank from his cup.

"Not much of a party person, are you (y/n)?" Frieza asked, looking into his cup. You stared at him. He turned his head, his piercing red eyes looked back at you. "Well?"

You quickly looked away and nodded your head. He was right, you weren't much of a "party person". All you did was do your work, keep your head down, and go back to your quarters to repeat the next day. Frieza watched your body language and chuckled to himself.

"My, aren't you a nervous one? Don't worry, unwind a little. It is a party after all. Not a party for me, but you should still have fun." He hummed and took another sip. You nodded your head and looked back at him. Before you could ask a question, a large shadow loomed over you both.

Frieza's eyes looked up. His nose scrunched at the figure in front of you both. "Cell…" He choked out in disgust, "And what do I owe the unplease..?" The figure chuckled deeply. "No pleasure at all? That's a little rude of you, Frieza?" You looked up, nearly hurting your neck. The figure was an odd one. He looked like a large cicada but had a gorgeous face and pale hands. You couldn't keep your eyes off of him, and he noticed. Cell crouched down and took your hand, gently kissing it. "Well, are you cute enough to eat.." He purred, "I'm Perfect Cell, little one…but you can just call me Cell." He said, his charming yet deep voice almost threw you into a trance.

Frieza clicked his tongue, clearing his throat. "This is my acquaintance that works for me, (y/n). Isn't that right?" You nod, not losing eye contact with Cell. His deep, hungry gaze switched over from you to Frieza. "Oh? And how come they couldn't say their own name??" Cell questioned the smaller tyrant. Frieza smirked, nearly wanting to rip Cell apart. "Maybe if you stop staring at my workers like some kind of five-course meal, they can speak." Cell laughed and nodded his head. "You think that's the reason? Fine." He looked back at you and smiled, "Tell me your name, little one."

You looked at him then back at Frieza. His face was covered in hidden anger. "Go on. Anwser the rouch." Cell growled at the insult, but then quickly changed back to his charming self. "Um…I'm (y/n)." You answered with a warm smile. Cell chuckled and gently rubbed your cheek. "There we go..~" Your breath nearly got stuck in your throat. Frieza leaned over and swatted his hand away. "Enough of that, Cell. Don't you have more people to absorb?" He hissed. Cell chuckled and grabbed your wrist, "Sure, you could say that…and thanks to you, I found the next person I want to taste." He said, looking at you. Quickly, Cell stood up and looked in the direction of Zarbon. "Hey, Zar. I found my closet buddy!" You were completely lost. Closet buddy?

Zarbon walked over and looked down at you, his towering figure along with Cell's was something truly beautiful to look at. Zarbon's face changed and looked at Cell, "Them? Really?" Cell proudly nodded and held you up by your wrist. "Why yes. Is there a problem?" Zarbon scoffed and shook his head, "Of course not… just didn't take you as the type of person to be into lower life forms. You are a kinky bastard." He softly pushed Cell, causing him to chuckle too. "Now, make your way to the closet -" Before Zarbon could finish his sentence, Frieza shot up from his seat. "You aren't taking them, without me!" Cell and Zarbon both looked down at the tyrant. Zarbon was shocked and nearly dropped to the floor. "My Lord, are you…are you serious about this?" Frieza grabbed your other hand and held it up. "I was going to have them in the closet with me when it was my turn. If Cell takes them now, I want them as well." Cell rolled his eyes and huffed. Zarbon looked at all three of you, nodding his head. Of course, he couldn't say no to his boss.

With all the fighting slightly subsiding, Zarbon leads you and the other two to a large closet. "Seven minutes is all you have. Not a minute over…unless Lord Frieza says so." Zarbon nodded down at the smaller alien. Cell nodded quickly and shoved you into the closet. "Yes, yes. Unless the purple brat says otherwise. We get it, now let's get a move on. I'm hungry…~" He hummed, ducking into the closet. His ominous chuckle slightly echos. Frieza cringed at his disgusting wording and sighed. "Zarbon, if I knock twice before the time is up. Open the door." Zarbon blinked and slowly nodded, not understanding the meaning of that.

In the closet, you sat on the floor. Once the door closed, everything was eerily quiet and dark. You looked around, catching a glimpse of Cell's and Frieza's eyes. They both looked at each other, but Cell's was the one that moved closer to you. He held you up and pinned you to the wall, leaning over to gently place soft kisses around your neck. He wasted no time. You, on the other hand, tried to push him away. This was happening way too fast. You grunted and gasped, moaned, and begged for him to slow down. He only chuckled and exhaled against your skin causing you to shudder.

"Frieza never told me you smelled so good when you're scared…~ But there is no reason for that, I won't hurt you or do anything to harm you unless you want me to…~ I'm here to only have fun.~" He growled in his chest, feeling a strong hand touch his shoulder. Once he turned his head, the figure behind him didn't look like Frieza. It looked more like his father, but it was Frieza; just his second form. "You're enjoying yourself too much. You'll ruin your appetite that way.." Frieza's deeper voice shocked you both. Cell smirked and chuckled at the sentence. "Fine, then come and share this with me." Frieza scoffed at the proposal and pulled you away from the wall. Gently placing you against his bigger and broader chest.

Cell continued to kiss along your neck, gently grinding up against you. Your head started to feel light and you nearly yelped when Cell bites down. Frieza growled at this, slowly guiding his hands to your chest. You mewled out, trying to keep quiet. Frieza leaned over to kiss the shell of your ear, "You don't have to be quiet. If they hear you, I'll deal with them…~" He huffed, licking along your ear. You nodded and started to moan softly. Cell looked over at Frieza, who had the same idea in mind. They both nodded and laid you on the ground.

You opened your eyes and looked up, seeing both of these large figures towering over you. You felt so small, weak…yet, you wanted to have both of them. "H-hurry up.." You said softly. They both looked down at you, their eyes seeming to glow brighter once you said that. "I want to..keep going." Cell crouched down to you and cocked his head to the side. "Well, aren't you impatient? Fine, we'll get on with it. Frieza?" He said, looking back up at the larger alien. Frieza chuckled and got on his knees. "I hope you don't mind us both having our way then." You shook your head, signaling that everything was okay for you. Frieza smirked and quickly got to it, taking off your bottoms and undergarments. Cell did the same to your top. Once you lay nude on the floor, Frieza got to work. Quickly placing cold kisses on your thighs, dragging his tongue along them also. You shudder and meet the soft lips of Cell. Frieza raised your legs, pulling you closer to him. He leaned back down, slowly eating you out. You moaned loudly into the kiss, causing Cell to grunt. The sudden spark of pleasure nearly drove you wild. Cell couldn't take much longer of this. He pulled away, gently pawing at this black codpiece, and growled.

"(y/n)." Cell began, and you opened your eyes to see a large member in front of you. "Open your mouth, wide." He panted out. You had no idea where his member came from, but there was no time for that. You opened your mouth, lulling out your tongue. With no warning, Cell shoved his member deep inside your throat. He growled and placed his hand on your throat. "Getting weaker I see?" He cooed, groaning as you clawed and tightened around his member. Frieza watched as Cell rocked his hips against your face. "Give them time to breathe, Cell. They are still my employee." Frieza said through slurps. Cell nodded his head and panted, pulling away from you. You coughed and breathed out, "D-don't worry, If I need to breathe. I'll tap your leg…j-just give it to me please!" You said, hunger filled your eyes. Cell nearly lost it at your words. "If you wish to be treated like a slut, so be it, but don't say we didn't warn you..little one.~" Cell placed a heavy hand on your throat again, jamming his cock back into your mouth. Your muffled cries and moans caused Frieza to lose control. His usual regal and proper attitude was completely out the window.

Quickly, Frieza sat up and huffed. He put his decency to the side and started to stroke his bulging member. Cell chuckled at Frieza, "Don't worry Frieza, we still have a few minutes left…take your time with the dessert.~" The empire didn't listen. His mind was too focused on your smell and the pleasure that coursed through him. He lifted your legs up again and rushed his cock inside of you. You screamed out, Cell hunched over at the sudden pain. You dug your nails into him. "Ah! Damn it!!" Cell growled and moved his hips back before pumping his cock in and out of your throat. "F-Frieza, stop being so damn hard-headed and be careful! You're not the only one doing something here!" Frieza glared up at him, bucking his hips into you, "Why don't you just shut it, Cell? Enjoy them while you can. They're all mine once this idiotic party is over." Cell clicked his tongue and pulled out. He quickly moved you away from Frieza and rolled onto his back, gently laying you on top of him. Your back met with his cool, hard chest.

"Now Frieza," He began, "If you aren't going to properly share your dessert with me, I'll just have to take what I want." Cell said as he started to spread your legs wide. Your face grew a deep shade of red, "Now then, (y/n). You've been awfully quiet, and I find that quite rude." He started as he aimed his cock at your slick opening. "I want you, to tell us what you want.." He said in a gruff whisper. You whimpered and gasped as you were slowly filled, "P…please.." You started, "I..want to cum! I want you both to make me cum!" You cried. Cell chuckled deeply, looking up at Frieza, "I'm sure we can both fit, why don't you join me?~" Frieza's red eyes glowed with lust. He eyed you and glared at Cell, "Fine. I'll join.." He crawled over to you both, caging you between him and Cell. His member rubbed up against Cell and nudged up against you.

You both looked at Frieza, Cell kissed your neck and whispered, "Relax, just let him in. You'll enjoy this, I promise." You gulped and panted heavily. Frieza managed to squeeze inside and howled in slight pain, but soon melted into pleasure. You threw your head back, resting it on Cell's shoulder. "That's it, just give in.~" He huffed and started to buck his hips up. Frieza matched his pace, moaning softly. You were on the verge of screaming out for them to stop, but the pleasure soon started to swarm you. As they both hit your most sensitive spots, you cried out their name. Cell laughed loudly, spreading your legs wider and pounded deeper into you. Frieza hissed and grabbed your ankles, pushing your legs back. You felt like you were being ripped apart. The pleasure started to build up more and more for everyone. Cell panted, turning your head to look at him, "You feel so good. So…perfect. I could eat you up in one fucking bite!~" He growled and grabbed your jaw, wrapping his other arm around your torso. "Speak up, pet. Tell us what you want! Now!" Frieza glared down at you, "Listen to us and we'll give it to you!" He adjusted himself, fixing the position he was in to squat over you. This caused him to go deeper.

Your eyes rolled back, you were nearly there. "F-fuck!! Please!! Just…let me cum!!" You cried out, repeating the word 'please' over and over again. The two men looked at each other through the darkness and nodded. Ramming their raging cocks deeper inside of you, their pace quickened. Cell gave you soft praise while Frieza degraded you, you were in a whirl of emotions and pleasure. "I knew you were a weak slut when I hired you!! You're nothing more than a sick, twisted bitch that needs to be bred!" Frieza roared out, cumming inside of you. He hissed and exhaled through his teeth, riding out his orgasm like a feral animal. He leaned over, letting go of your ankles, and clawed at the walls. Cell chuckled again before letting out a low moan, he leaned over to bite you. You were overstimulated and wailed out, crying and cumming at the same time. Your legs started to shake as you managed to squirt your essence on the tyrant and the android. "Y-yes! Yes!" Cell panted out, pumping his and Frieza's cum deeper in you, "Let go! Give in to your desires!" He kissed your neck and back. You bite your lip, your eyes start to roll back before everything started to fade.

Frieza let out a low groan as he pulled out of you. Cell hummed in delight as he pulled away too, gently placing you on the floor. "Well, that was delicious. Thank you, (y/n), for the meal. I couldn't get enough.~" He said, amused at his work. Frieza, back in his usual form, came over to look at what was done. The entire closet was a mess and it smelled. He scrunched up his nose and looked at Cell, "We should help clean them up. I would hate for our new toy to be any more humiliated." Cell nodded and helped, "Our, lhuh?" Frieza stayed silent and glared as he gently cleaned you. "Don't fucking push it."

**Please do not repost/claim/edit my stories story & title card by @rumblebat character(s) (c) Akira Toriyama tips + commissions | wattpad

[dizzy-izzy-in-a-tizzy]

gonna add a read more after the first few.

cw: abuse and dead dove themes lmao

1. oh god. my eternal horror.

my first fic published was a kenshin, pokemon, yugioh, dbz... et cetera crossover fic. the main character was a self-insert and they ("she") definitely went more christ than faust, haha.

lots of dead dove, lots of abusive incest. I think it was a way of subconsciously expressing my own abuse (physical and emotional) in a way "serious" enough to be believed.

I started it in year 2001, when I was 10, so it's rough, but I could stand to read it as a time capsule of who I was.

3. I think my best fic thus far is is it wrong to pickup girls on a pirate ship, continued. It picks up from what was a funny, romantic, action packed rewrite of OFMD s2 and really digs into the themes of community, love without trust, and how to do right by everyone when harm has been done.

Possession was a very close second, although it's a very different fic.

23, nicest review:

i cried

5, fic that I loved rereading and knowing I wrote: Possession. I kept jump scaring myself with my own fucking writing, while I was actively working on and engaged with the fic.

6 most embarrassed. Gosh, if any it's the fic I wrote when I was 10, but I smile and think about how it got me to where I am today.

13. I think the biggest change is how I perceive my work, and the value of it. As a 10 year old I had a pile of shame and a cultural upbringing that devalued sexuality—one of the core desires and experiences in this life. Now, I don't shy away from my desires, and I refuse to be warped into a shape I don't recognize. I'm queer as in "Fuck you," and haters can choke on it.

19, portfolio. One scene: Stede dreaming of the incubus. One chapter: Chapter 13 of socmed pt 2. One work: socmed pt 2.

22. I don't think any of my senpais have noticed me yet 🥲 if alphacygni ever commented one of my works I would simply cease to exist.

31. Who’s the one character you’ve just never managed to get perfectly right:

Stede Bonnet, my archnemesis 🖕

32. Who’s the one character who shines without you even trying?

45. If you had to call yourself an author of a single genre (besides fanfic) what label would you give yourself?

Romance, without a doubt.

50. Has writing fanfic had a significant impact on your life? Would you say it’s entirely positive?

Fanfic (and fanworks in general) are the marginalized taking back their cultural storytelling heritage from the fucking corpos. Fanfic has helped me find myself; it has helped me heal. Not everything has been positive, but fanfic is just like life—you take the good with the bad.

Thank you so much for reading. 🙏

Fanfic author ask meme

My first ask meme, and one that’s been on my mind for a while! Feel free to reblog for your it for yourself, answer them, or ask me for my answers! Read more break after 10/50 to help keep this from clogging any dashboards

1. What was your first fic and could you stand to reread it today?

2. What’s your most recent fic and how far do you think you’ve come?

3. In your opinion, what’s your best fic?

4. In your opinion and without looking at any numbers, what’s your most popular fic?

5. Is there any fic that makes you super happy to reread and remember you wrote that?

6. Is there any fic that makes you super embarrassed to reread and remember you wrote that?

7. What’s the fic you most want to continue (unfinished or no)?

8. What’s the oldest (longest since last update) fic you most want to continue (unfinished or no)?

9. Have you ever written for a fandom without watching/reading/playing the source material?

10. Have you ever written for a fandom without reading other fanfic for it?

Keep reading

[signofthestriking]

Anywayyyyyy here’s my saiyan SI Cain (totally not on a date with raditz right now)

[archangelgabriellives]

My type is a charismatic bad guy who ends up working for the good guys