#mainly because of the want carnally part

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This might be in poor taste

But……….

[malereadermaniac]

Exploring ~ Rodrick Heffley x Male Reader

Getting it on with the local emo Top!Rodrick x Bottom!Reader word count: 610 Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

Imagine weekly makeouts with Rodrick

Him coming over to your house to "do homework" and instead spending the whole Saturday with you in his lap, his tongue playing with yours as his hands rest on your hips

The two of you aren't dating or anything! You're just... exploring your sexualitites - it's perfectly natural as 18/19 year olds!

Kissing slowly becoming not enough to satiate the carnal desires Rodrick feels for you, soft grinding starting to come adjacent to the many hour-long, weekly makeout sessions

The rocker just can't get enough if the sounds you make as he rubs his hard dick against yours through his jeans. And you fucking love the low grunts Rodrick makes in your mouth as he kisses you or in your ear, along with a sexy groan of your name

Eventually, the two of you decided to take your sexual affairs to a new level - your parents had left you the house for two days and Rodrick's dick had hardened almost immediately when he found out

Your poor bed could barely fit the two of you, but you made it work

Rodrick above you, his muscles on full display as he slowly fucked into you turned you on to the max - he promised to go slow and he did, but mainly because he didn't want to cum in 5 seconds!

Your moans are what pushed the rocker over the edge. Your sweet and sexy sounds, along with your tight, warm walls, made the man shoot his load instantly

And from the way Rodrick panted and moaned above you, to the way he held onto your waist his his sexy, masculine, nail-painted and ring-adorned hands, jesus christ you came right away!

Over time, the two of you became more experienced; sex would last longer than the 15 minutes it took your first time, and you would both go for multiple rounds

You found out that Rodrick loves to have you suck his dick, look down at you as you cry from how huge his cock is, his pubes stuffing your nose as he softly caresses your cheek

The rocker had also become a huge fan of eating you out, after you taught him exactly how you like it, the man can't get enough of you! And the man has tricks too! He fingers your prostate to high heaven while eating you out and makes you cum within seconds!

All that to say that Rodrick's shape had pretty much indented into not only your ass but your bed - your parents were convinced that you two were dating from how often the man slept at yours!

But that doesn't mean you two don't mess about at Rodrick's house as well!

His Christian parents just make it a little harder to do so, that's why you pretend to be a part of his band

His parents don't know that Rodrick and you do it in his van every Sunday (lol)

Loud rock music playing from a radio to drown out the pornographic sounds that might escape the violently rocking van

It's safe to say the two of you have become addicted to one another; from your scents to your bodies to your voices, you fucking love all of Rodrick and he fucking loves all of you

So it wasn't much of a shocker when Rodrick randomly asked you to be his boyfriend one day, dick balls deep inside of you

You short-circuited and blue-balled him as punishment for making such a special moment so gross!

But later that day, you two made up and out, the night finishing with your typical make-out sesh and as boyfriend and boyfriend!

[cherryredstars]

HIII!! just wanna preface that i LOVE your blog and your fics are my fav!! ilysm

So i have a general fic idea abt which is mainly js a bunch of different aspects i want mushed up into one fic but imagine virgin!miguel and semi-experienced!reader, and this involves his underrated wristussy, so like reader is super horny and ALSO mixing sub!miguel and this fic where miguel has a lot…of yk, so basically virginsub!miguel with his wristussy, lots of cum, and a reader with a mission.

sorry ik this is literally a mash up of 20 different things and fics and it might not make any sense but ik your mind can create great things! thank you so much and ily! ❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x gn!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Penetrative Sex, Creampie, Loss of Virginity, Sub!Miguel

A/N: Thank you so much, lovie! Enjoy!!

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You would have never guessed.

To think the Miguel O'Hara had even less experience than you did was extremely surprising, yet completely satisfactory. It made you feel powerful, like you were slightly better than him. It fed something carnal in your brain, unlocking a hungry beast that was thirsting for more.

It made it easy to get Miguel under you, straddling his naked waist and teasing the tip of his twitchy, swollen cock with your warm hole. Having his breath seize in his throat as his hips tried to push up into you, seeking that undeniable pleasure that his body knew lay just between your parted legs. Something so close yet so painfully far away. It made you chuckle, seeing this big, strong man melt into a desperate mess under you with the slightest touch. All because his poor cock has never been choked by someone's warm walls before.

It's fascinating to watch, to study every jump of muscle as your hole parts to take him in. How his eyes roll and a look of desperate pain washes over his face as you take inch by inch of his cock until he's balls deep. Observing the way he whines at your moan as his cock twitches inside of you as the thick length tries to mold you to the shape of him. It's so delicious, especially when that's all it takes to break the poor hero.

You laugh meanly when you start moving, giddy when he starts to chase after your hole with no pattern. Sloppy, need-driven thrusts that don't completely align with your movements and make him whimper for more. Words escaping him until the only thing grounding him is the saturated image of him messily pumping his spent into your tight opening. Having it fill you so well that it ends up dripping around his dick and staining his balls. It has him drooling and pawing blindly at your skin.

It makes you puff at the stupid mutt under you, your hands grabbing his until you force them above his head. He tries to fight you- quite pathetically- as his mind screams at him to touch your skin in any place he can reach. You grunt as you have to readjust your hands, your thumb catching on an almost hollow spot just above the bone of his wrist. It catches you by surprised when he makes a tortured noise, body arching and lifting you up with him slightly. He makes the noise again when you're forced to tighten your grip on his wrists to keep you from falling off, your thumb pressing into the dented spot of his wrist.

Confused, you swipe your thumb over the area, understanding clicking in your brain when he whines and tries to twist away from you. A slow smirk covers your lips as you lean down to his ear, grinding your hips against him and ever so slowly swiping at the sensitive area.

"Miggy," You coo in a saccharine voice, "Are you okay? You seem flustered, baby."

Miguel pants, eyes lidded and his mind barely registering the words coming from your mouth. You chuckle, shaking your head in amusement before leaning back and taking one of his wrists with you. Your hips continue to buck against Miguel, letting his cock drag against your walls as your free hand comes to grip his chin. His eyes lock on your face, his lips parted in an attempt to get air into his lungs and let his pleasure escape in pitchy noises. You smile sweetly at him, bringing his wrist to your mouth and placing a small kiss to the small hole. Miguel lets out a noise that vaguely resembles a plea, and you hum against his skin in acknowledgement.

His eyes waver before focusing on your lips, eyes shiny with lust as he drowsily blinks. Your lips part slightly, your warm breath hitting his skin and causing his hips to buck up in anticipation. Your tongue pokes out, the tip of the muscle landing right beside the hollow, causing him to whine. You can't help the smile on your face as you give his cock a hard grind before pressing your tongue against his sensitive wrist.

Miguel's eyes roll back in seconds, a choked noise parting from his lips as his body quivers violently. You gasp as you feel him release inside of you, warmth rushing inside of you to the point that your lower half feels heavy. You desperately try to help him ride out the pleasure, moving your hips fast against him until your body gives out with it's own release. You slump into Miguel with a moan, your breath tickling his sweaty skin as you both calm down.

You can feel something warm and sticky beginning to slicken your thighs, but you simply sigh in content as you still hold Miguel's wrist to your mouth and give the hollow slow kitten licks. You giggle when you hear Miguel's breath hitch, his cock slowly chubbing up inside of you again.

You would never oppose a second round.

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A Little Goes A Long Way! Buggy (OPLA)

SMUT! A week has passed since a drunken encounter between you and your captain occurred and he's all you have on your mind, little do you know your captain feels the same way. Buggy x Reader (Female)

Part 2

Y/N

It had been a week since you'd gotten drunk with the crew after a successful raid that came with a lot of treasure. It had been a week since you drunkenly told your captain that you wanted him to fuck you and that you craved him, and the captain followed through fucking you beneath the deck. It had been a week since he left dark hickeys on your inner thighs, chest and neck that had only started to fade recently. It had been a week since your last interaction, and you weren't sure if he regretted that night because his orders came from other crew members.

There was one thing you were sure of and that was that you couldn't get him off your mind. He was like a drug and you were addicted. Maybe you'd been at sea too long and needed a release. You would fool around when you docked in a port with random guys, but the captain made those guys seem like boys and sex wouldn't be the same unless it was with him.

You weren't the only female crew member, but you'd been around the longest. Of course, Buggy had screwed them, and they had stories to tell that only piqued your interest. Alvida was the only one who didn't have an interest in him that way. The other crew were more feminine than you, but you could draw an eye or two, choosing to make men come to you and not the other way around. But here you were debating going to Buggy and begging for round two.

'y/n can you do me a favour?' Alvida asks, popping her head around the kitchen door.

You stop chopping vegetables and face her smiling, the two of you got along really well since she joined, 'Anything for you Alvida.'

She winks at you, 'I was asked to gather intel on our next target from a guy in town. Can you deliver it to the captain please, I'm going back into town.'

she slaps some documents down on a barrel and you roll your eyes, 'Of course, go get laid.'

She blows you a kiss, 'See you tomorrow beautiful, don't do anything I wouldn't do.'

You laugh at her antics as she vanishes. You finish chopping the vegetables before picking up the documents. It looked like you had an excuse to see Buggy, you just weren't sure what was going to happen.

BUGGY

Running a ship was hard work. Yes, we had a success last week but now we need to move on to the next target. Alvida should have something for me, though I wasn't quite sure where the damn woman was. Working also got my mind off y/n of all people. They'd been on the crew for a couple of years, mainly helping in the kitchen and showing impressive knife skills in shows. They put up with my rants, and flirting and took punishments like a champ. I never once pursued them, unlike other female crew members out of respect. So imagine my surprise when a week ago when they were drunk they came up to me and said they wanted to fuck and had been thinking about me for a while.

I'm a man and gave into my carnal desires, taking y/n in the shadows, pounding into them as they begged for more. I left marks all over their body, and they were beautiful in the light of day when they weren't covered. But for a week now I'd been ignoring them, assuming that once sober they had regrets.

'Captain can I come in?' y/n calls out, knocking on the door.

Well, this would be interesting. I take a deep breath, 'come in.'

y/n walks in smiling, they are always a happy person, and this makes it hard to read them, 'Alvida's a little busy and asked me to deliver this intel.'

y/n puts the folder on the desk but doesn't immediately leave. I sit back in my chair and smirk, 'something else on your mind?'

y/n closes their eyes and takes a deep breath before pointing an accusing finger my way, 'I'm all over the place and it's your fault.'

My smirk reaches my ears and I chuckle, 'Mmm, it's not all on me, you know y/n,' I say teasingly, 'I was minding my own business having a couple of drinks when you came onto me. Been thinking about me all week have you?'

y/n opens their eyes and a blush gives them away. I detach a hand and use it to pull them towards me, forcing them onto my lap which they straddle without any further prompting.

I unbutton their shorts and slip my fingers inside, shocked to find them not wearing any underwear, 'dirty girl.'

y/n bites their lip, 'I need to do laundry, this wasn't planned.'

I nod along, mischief in my eyes, 'You didn't lock the door. Do you want someone to walk in on us?'

This wasn't my first rodeo, I knew exactly where to touch, rub, pinch and how much pressure to apply to the clit to get certain responses. y/n was putty in my hands whimpering and trying to keep control, but this was my fight to win.

I lick my lips, 'answer me. Do you want to get caught with your captain? Do you want the crew to think you're another whore for my dick?'

y/n's whimpers were enough to get me hard, but they still kept eye contact which was hot, '...maybe...right now...I want you inside me...'

I don't give any warning before I move away from the clit and thrust two fingers inside their tight warm cunt, 'BUGGY!' they squeal loudly, and squirm on my lap.

'Tell me what you want,' I whisper, voice low, and y/n shudders beneath me.

'...faster...please...' they beg and a moan slips out.

I add a third finger and quicken the pace. Beads of sweat form on y/n's forehead as they come undone around me. y/n bucks their hips and grinds against me, 'FUCK!' I exclaim as y/n starts fucking themselves on my fingers matching my pace.

if anyone walked past my quarters right now all they'd hear were y/n's moans, 'You really are a dirty girl. So desperate and needy, I should have fucked you sooner,' I laugh.

With one more forceful thrust from me y/n cums on my fingers still inside them. They breathe heavily coming down from their high, the blissful look in their eyes turning me on even more, '...fuck...Buggy...'

I remove my slick fingers and bring them to my lips, licking them clean, 'so sweet. I didn't have to do much, you fucked yourself and it was hot.'

y/n's face turns a darker shade of red before they bury it in my chest in embarrassment at their slutty actions. I can't contain my laughter as I hold them against me and kiss the top of their head, 'next time I'm going to watch you finger fuck yourself y/n. You're captain's dirty girl now.

[yeowangies]

Want You

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PAIRING: Vegeta/Reader RATING: Explicit CONTENTS: Explicit sexual content, loss of virginity. WARNINGS: A little questionable behaviour on both parts, mainly Vegeta, but nothing too intense (I guess). WORDCOUNT: 7215

Summary:

Vegeta looked bewildered when you kissed him, and stunned when you touched him a little lower than usual. You would have associated the blush on his face to his shyness, but now you’re starting to think he isn’t just shy around women. And his kiss had felt… inexperienced. 

No way. Vegeta is a virgin. 

Notes:

Tumblr found out about virgin!Vegeta, a lot of great fic authors gave their takes, and now it's my turn. Can yall believe this fic was initially 4k words?

I kinda mixed this with Yandere!Vegeta but it's very light, it's just a little questionable but nothing too heavy lmao. This fic technically takes place in the three year gap but I don't think I made the Vegeta during that time period justice, so...

Songs that inspired me: LOL and I Got Love, both by Taeyeon.

@dreadsuitsamus @carnal-lnstinct (and thank you for helping me with a few ideas @vegeta-bananabluish)

Vegeta being Bulma’s new houseguest caught your attention from the very first moment. You don’t judge her at all, but she used to be terrified of the Saiyans when they arrived, first Raditz, then Nappa and Vegeta, so you didn’t expect her to invite one of them to stay over at her house. It also surprised you that he voluntarily stayed. 

Most of the time, he spends his day training in the gravity room Bulma had built, so you rarely even see him when you go to stay at her house. But when he stops his training and actually steps out in public to eat, or for whatever reason, you cannot help but stare a little too long. Are all Saiyans this attractive? Goku certainly is, and so was his brother and even Nappa. But Vegeta has a different kind of charm, like it would hurt to even touch him with his palpable ‘rough around the edges’ attitude. 

It amuses you to no end to watch Bulma tease Vegeta whenever you’re around, because that’s when his walls come down a little. He looks so incredibly flustered when he hears a comment that’s remotely suggestive. Who would have thought that such a regal, proud man would seem like such a prude? Bulma wasn’t even being her most vulgar self most of the time, that would have surely scared him off forever.

You can’t help but want to tease him a little as well whenever you see him, just to see his reaction. And you try to do it, one time when you’re in the kitchen and he just happens to walk in, obviously looking for food to replenish his energy after his training. 

“Hey, Vegeta.” You singsong as soon as you see him. Vegeta only grunts, not even looking your way as he heads towards the fridge. “Whatcha doing?”

“Don’t you have eyes?” He retorts with spite.

“Are you gonna keep training after this?” You ask, ignoring the rudeness in his tone.

“Obviously.”

“You should relax a little.” Vegeta looks at you then for a brief second before carrying an insane amount of food to the table. He doesn’t actually reply, so you go on. “Your body needs to recover, especially after training as hard as you do.”

He starts eating without acknowledging your words, and you pout angrily. It’s not the first time he ignores you, so you let it go, focusing on watching him eat instead. Being a Saiyan, he eats as if he had been starving for weeks, though he does it with slightly better manners than Goku. It still entertains you enough to watch him gulp down entire plates as if it’s nothing. 

“Why do you keep staring at me, woman?!” Vegeta suddenly yells, startling you. 

“Well, I… You eat as if you haven’t eaten in ten years, and it’s funny…” You offer him a small smile, but he only scoffs in response. “Besides, you’re really handsome too.”

Vegeta visibly tenses, and the tip of his ears get red instantly. You smile, delighted by his instant reaction to such a small, innocent comment. 

“Your race is so distasteful, I can’t stand it.” He mutters mostly to himself, but you heard him loud and clear, and it only makes you giggle. He seems ready to insult you directly when you do it, but he winces suddenly, and you know it’s not because of you. 

“Are you okay? Are you hurt somewhere?” 

When you stand from your seat and approach Vegeta, reaching your hands towards his shoulder, the place where he seems to be hurting, he slaps your hands away. 

“Don’t touch me.” 

“Vegeta, if you’re hurt, you should really take it easy-”

“What the fuck do you know? If I don’t train, your mudball of a planet is doomed.” He spits before swallowing down the rest of his food in one go. “I don’t need your help.”

You glare at him, but when he hurriedly walks out the kitchen, you let him go.

The next time you see him, he is, for the umpteenth time, resting in one of Bulma’s medical rooms. 

“I told you you should take it easy.” You say when you walk into his room. Vegeta groans when he sees you, obviously not too pleased to hear an ‘I told you so’. “I brought you dinner, by the way.”

You leave the capsule full of food by the nightstand; it is easier to carry an insane amount of food that way. Vegeta doesn’t even look at you when you take a seat by his bed, and he looks nervous that you’re even there, for whatever reason.

“I’m supposed to check on your bandages, you know.”

“I don’t need your help, woman.” You roll your eyes, sitting on the bed this time and startling Vegeta, making him sit up abruptly. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

“I’m gonna change your bandages, idiot!”

“Don’t you dare-”

You’re not really paying attention to his words as you lean over his body, removing the sheets down to his thighs as you reach for the bandages on his torso. Before you can even touch him, his hands wrap around your wrist, tightly, making you wince. 

“I told you not to touch me!”

“Why are you so stubborn?! I need to check your injuries!”

His hold on your arms gets even stronger, and you whine loudly, because it’s starting to actually hurt. Vegeta lets you go, to your surprise, but he doesn’t look any less sorry for hurting you. 

“I’m just trying to help you, Vegeta.” 

You glare at him, and he returns the same look as he locks eyes with you. You attempt to reach for his bandages on his chest again, and he lets you this time, remaining silent as you get rid of the old material and replace it with new bandages. His eyes are fixed on your every move, and it feels like he’s burning holes right through you. 

The next few days, when you check up on Vegeta again, he doesn’t protest when it’s time to change his dressings. What you do notice is his cheeks getting a little pink when your fingers linger a little too long on his abdomen. Your touch is not exactly accidental; you had been ogling him way too much before this incident, and now you could touch him. It’s not like you’re touching anywhere private anyway, so you let your fingertips drag a little down his stomach before pulling away. 

“I know what you’re doing, woman.” Vegeta suddenly says as you finish wrapping up his bandages. 

“Helping you heal?” You remark, snarky.

“Crossing dangerous lines with your hands.”

“Oh?” You smile knowingly, leaning a bit closer to his face.

You’re playing with fire, you know it quite well, especially because this guy could literally obliterate you in a second. But the red color on his cheeks encourage you, especially as he keeps getting redder the more you lean towards him. 

“Should I stop?” You ask him in a low voice, one of your hands slowly trailing down his abdomen. 

Vegeta actually looks frightened, with eyes opened wide when he slaps your hand away, but he doesn’t actually speak. You know you must look surprised yourself that he had pushed you away like that (and harder than you expected him too), but he hasn’t actually told you to stop. 

Your hand reaches for the sheet covering his lap this time, carefully just in case he slaps it away again, which you would take as a definite sign to stop. He doesn’t move at all when you slowly drag the sheet down, and when you look down, you finally understand why he’s so flustered this time. 

He has an erection. Simply because you have touched him. 

It must be obvious how startled you look to find his hard-on straining his boxers, especially because Vegeta pulls at the sheets to cover himself after a moment. You stop him, putting your hand over his as you lock eyes with him again. He’s still very red, but if anything he also looks a little ashamed. It works well for you that he hasn’t tried to kill you yet; but now that you’ve seen this, you can’t deny that you want to have a little taste.

Trying to ease him into the plan you have in mind, you lean closer once again, stopping when your face is only an inch away from his. He doesn’t push you away or even move. Closing the space between you, you press your lips to his in a small, innocent kiss. Vegeta keeps staring at you when you pull away, still taken aback, but no longer ashamed. There’s some kind of dark glint in his eyes that speaks a thousand words about how interested he is in your attention. 

With a sudden hand on the back of your neck, he suddenly pulls you in for another kiss. A hungry, more urgent kiss, albeit a bit sloppy, as he just glides his lips over yours. You cup his cheek, humming when you slip your tongue inside his mouth, pleased when he mimics your moves. 

Breaking the kiss, you pull away a little, giggling when Vegeta leans in again, expecting more. You rest your hands on his hips, slowly trailing them towards the hem of his underwear. 

“I can help you relax, if you want.” You whisper, sliding your fingers down the fabric of his boxers. 

“What a lewd woman you are…” Vegeta replies, his eyes just as intensely fixed on you as they have been the entire time before he captures your lips in another searing kiss, which you return just as hungrily. 

Pushing down his underwear, you reach for his dick. His body tenses when you wrap your hand around it, and you make a surprised noise against his lips. You should have known how big he is with an attitude like that. You take your time stroking him without pulling away from his lips, delighted when he grunts into your mouth. 

As you start pumping him, you pull away, licking your lips as you take in the sight of your hand wrapped around his length. Your fingers don’t even touch from how thick he is. You don’t want to waste any more time, so you shift on the bed to better position yourself before leaning down.

Vegeta practically screams when you wrap your lips around the head of his cock, and for a second you think you actually hurt him if it isn’t for the way his hips jerk upwards. Encouraged by the groans that leave his lips when you swirl your tongue around the tip, you slowly take more of him in, your lips descending around his length as you run your tongue on the underside. He grunts and gasps with every glide of your lips over his dick, and you’re so thrilled to actually hear those noises coming from Vegeta of all people, you can’t help but moan around him. His hips keep snapping into your mouth the more you take him, until finally the tip grazes your throat. 

You try to hold him in place for a second before pulling back, letting him enjoy the wet warmth of your mouth, but his hips keep moving, seeking more friction. You try to speed up, bobbing your head up and down, pressing your tongue against his cock as you move. Vegeta curses under his breath constantly, in between groans, and when he gets louder, you know he’s about to come. Way faster than you expected, actually. 

The head nudges the back of your throat as you eagerly suck, and that’s all it takes for him to come, his dick throbbing in your mouth as he spurts cum down your throat, forcing you to swallow. You do so, a little annoyed he hasn’t actually warned you, but you let him ride out his peak, his dick pumping into you until he suddenly stops. 

Pulling away, you clear your throat, trying not to cough as you straighten up. Vegeta is still blushing, though you know it’s from the strain of your ministrations rather than shyness. His eyes are unfocused, half-lidded, and sweat is adorning his forehead. Your chest swells with pride; you have reduced the Prince of all Saiyans to this flustered mess. 

“Get out.” 

Vegeta’s voice startles you, especially because he’s telling you to leave. You frown, opening your mouth to tell him that after what you’ve done, he should treat you nicely, but he speaks again. 

“Get. Out.”

“You’re such a fucking jerk!” You manage after a minute of staring at each other angrily before getting off his bed and practically sprinting towards the door. 

You feel a little humiliated as you walk away from his room as fast as you can. Your blowjob must have been good by how fast he came, you would have thought he would be nice afterwards. Return the favor, even.

Freezing on your spot in the middle of the hall, you gasp. 

Vegeta looked bewildered when you kissed him, and stunned when you touched him a little lower than usual. You would have associated the blush on his face to his shyness, but now you’re starting to think he isn’t just shy around women. And his kiss had felt… inexperienced. 

No way. Vegeta is a virgin. 

The more you realize that’s surely the case, the more embarrassed you feel. If you had known that before, you would have been a little more delicate about it, though you doubt Vegeta would have wanted to admit he’s in fact a virgin. Moreover, if you confront him about it now, he still probably won’t admit it. You consider apologizing for coming off so strongly, but you don’t want him to get mad at you for implying he’s inexperienced. But why else would he have told you to get out like that, too?

You’re more convinced about it when a couple of days go by and you don’t even see Vegeta. At all. He hasn’t even healed yet, but he’s nowhere to be found inside the house, at least not when you go over to check on him. And the gravity room is turned on, you can hear the vibrating sounds it produces. You would smack him if you could, but you’re pretty sure he’s avoiding you.

To your amusement, he walks by the kitchen when you’re there one time, and he freezes the moment you lock eyes with him. For a second, you assume he’s going to flee, but he walks in, doing his best to ignore your presence. It’s both insulting yet hilarious; he seems like a teenager who’s trying very hard to ignore his crush. You’re not sure he has a crush on you, but he sure acts like he’s incredibly embarrassed about it. 

Your embarrassment and need to apologize fade away pretty quickly with this attitude he has now. 

“Are you gonna ignore me the whole time?” You ask him as he sits by the table to eat. He doesn’t reply. “After I gave you the best blowjob of your life?”

You laugh when he sputters, spitting all the food he had in his mouth. 

“You little vulgar woman!” He retorts, face red from both choking on food and from embarrassment. 

“Oh, shut up, you liked it.”

“I-I- How dare you?!”

“How dare I? After you kicked me out of your room like that?”

“I don’t need to explain myself to a human like you.”

“I suppose you don’t,” You stand up from your seat, a little more angry than you’d like to admit. “But I would assume a prince would be a little more considerate, especially because I wouldn’t mind doing more things like that in the future.”

Vegeta gapes at you as you walk out the kitchen. 

His attitude towards you doesn’t seem to change, he still avoids you whenever you’re at Capsule Corp. And you’re pissed, initially, but as days go by, you simply get used to the idea that he probably didn’t even want what you did to him in that room. Maybe he doesn’t even like you enough. You feel insulted, but you can’t blame him. 

You were expecting more, though, so you do feel a little disappointed. 

You run into Vegeta occasionally, mostly when you’re in the kitchen, and he keeps ignoring you, but you can feel his eyes on you as you move around. Neither of you speak to each other, and you’re getting used to the silence. But his eyes feel like they are burning holes right through you. And the more you get used to that feeling of being constantly watched, you start to feel like that in other moments throughout the day. Like when you’re in Bulma’s garden, or in her lab, helping her with whatever she needs. 

It starts to get a little uncomfortable when you feel it as you walk back to your own house. 

You aren’t sure if what you’re sensing is Vegeta’s eyes on you, but it certainly feels that way; after all, you don’t feel ki like the rest of your friends do. But if this is him you’re feeling nearby, then what the fuck is he doing? 

“Vegeta,” You call for him one day when he walks by the living room in Capsule Corp. He stops in his tracks and looks at you without uttering a single word. “Are you stalking me?”

He freezes in his spot, and he looks at you with wide eyes. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Really? Because I feel your eyes on me wherever I go.” Vegeta frowns, his fists clenching on his side. “If it’s not you, then I guess I have another stalker.”

“Stupid woman…” He mutters, and you roll your eyes. 

“Vegeta, as a woman, I know when someone is following me.”

“What does gender have to do with that?!”

“It’s gonna take a while to explain.” You thinned your lips, looking him over. He looks slightly embarrassed, and you have to remind yourself that he’s an alien. You’re not sure why he would follow you around like that, or if this attitude has anything to do with misogyny. But you’re going to have to drag this out of him, especially if you want to know why. “Vegeta, I’m not mad at you, but… I just wanna know.”

He doesn’t reply, averting his eyes towards the nearest wall. You sigh. Maybe you are a little annoyed. 

“Fine. Whenever you wanna talk, I’m sure you can find me.” You tell him, passing by him as you walk out the room. 

You don’t think he would want to talk to you at all, at least not any time soon. So you’re surprised that night, when you’re about to walk into your own house to hear his voice right behind you, calling your name. You yell instinctively, startled, and turn around to slap your attacker, only to find yourself face to face with Vegeta. 

“Relax, woman, it’s me.” He says, with a little amusement in his voice. Your hand has actually collided with his face, but he seems unfazed. 

“Fuck, why did you scare me like that?! And what is your face made of?!” Your hand tingles; it feels as if you had hit a rock. 

Vegeta chuckles when you hold your hand tightly to your chest. It makes your heart flutter to actually see him entertained by something, even if that something is you being in pain. 

“Are you going to walk in?” He asks after a moment of silence. 

You nod wordlessly, opening your front door before walking in with Vegeta trailing behind you. Your place is not nearly as huge as Bulma’s home, but it’s enough space for you, the living room and kitchen being more than enough for you to feel comfortable if you want to have people over.

“Your house is small.” Vegeta comments.

“More like, Bulma’s place is enormous.” You scoff. Leaving your bag on the couch, you turn to face him, trying not to show that you’re a little mad at his attitude. “Well? Have you or have you not been following me around these last few days?”

His shoulders tense visibly as his gaze connects with yours. 

“I have been… following you.”

“Why?!”

Vegeta crosses his arms in front of his chest, but he doesn’t look as arrogant when he does it as he normally would; he actually looks wary. 

“Isn’t that what human women like?” He asks with a slight edge on his voice.

“...What?” You stare at him, confused, as he turns his gaze towards the side, his cheeks flushing a light pink. You’re not exactly sure what he means, so you don’t even know how you should react. 

“I’ve been watching those things you humans have on TV.” He says after a while, still avoiding your eyes. 

“Huh?”

“You heard me!” 

“I… I still don’t understand…”

Vegeta growls, brows furrowed and shoulders tensing even more as his eyes finally lock with yours.

“Human females like to be followed around, don’t they?! That’s what the TV showed!”

“I… Hold on, you’ve been following me because you think I like that?!”

Vegeta nods, and you look at him, bewildered and surprised, and a lot of other emotions at once. He has been following because he thought you like that. You have to briefly wonder what kind of shows he's been watching to get to that conclusion, but you also wonder why he would do something that he thought you might like to begin with. 

“Ok, we have a lot to unpack here.” You say, taking a seat by the kitchen table. “I don’t know what you’ve been watching, but… women don’t like stalkers, okay?”

“Then why-”

“I can’t explain the entire human history to you right now, but trust me on this, okay?”

Vegeta looks at you, confused and with his brow still furrowed, but doesn’t argue. You try to organize your thoughts before speaking again. 

“I wasn’t trying to hide my presence when I followed you.” He says, interrupting your thinking process. “That’s why you could feel I was watching you.”

“...Why?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Maybe to you, but I need you to say it. Especially after you stalked me for days.”

Vegeta groans, fidgeting in his spot and looking around the room to avoid your eyes. 

“I was trying to court you…” His gaze finally meets yours, and you smile.

“Wow, did you like the blowjob I gave you that much?”

“You-you indecent little-”

You snicker when his entire face turns red for the umpteenth time. Half the time you have seen Vegeta, his face seems to be permanently red, and it’s all thanks to you. 

“Vegeta, I told you that if you were nice to me, we could have done something like that again.”

“That-that’s what I was trying to do!”

“Oh…” You can’t help the smile slowly growing on your lips. “So, that was courting for you?”

He nods again, his eyes gauging your demeanor. 

“How do Saiyans court, normally?” When Vegeta looks at you with a knowing gleam in his eyes, you scoff. “Oh, don’t tell me you fight people you wanna have sex with.”

“That’s exactly what we do.”

“I see, I guess that’s why you looked so terrified when I got close to you.”

“You silly woman, I was not terrified of you!”

You snicker when he yells at you, obviously nervous about the tone of this conversation. 

“Then what was it?”

“I had no idea human females were so… forward.”

“Is that bad?”

“...No.” Vegeta seems genuine when he answers, so you don’t question him anymore. “Do you do those kinds of activities with other men?”

“What? No, of course not!” When he keeps staring at you, you feel the need to clarify. “I mean, only with the ones I like…?”

When Vegeta smirks, you feel your face heat up. If how much you were attracted to him wasn’t obvious before, it is now. As if you going down on him wasn’t enough of a sign. You stare at him as he approaches you, freezing on the spot as he leans down and puts his hands on the top rail of your chair, effectively caging you there. You wait for him to get even closer, to kiss you even, but he remains unmoved, his eyes fixed on your face.

“I don’t get it,” You start, licking your lips as you take a quick glance at his. “If fighting is how you pursue someone, then…”

“The fight isn’t always physical.”

“Oh…” You smile, slowly putting your hands on his shoulders. “I should argue harder, then?”

“I do like it when you argue with me.” He says, smirking.

Vegeta kisses you decidedly on the lips, one of his hands reaching for your cheek to cup your face. It surprises you that he would kiss you first, but he did say he has watched some TV shows, and the way his lips are gliding over yours seem enough proof that he had even been paying attention to this as well. This is softer and more sensual than the frantic kisses you exchanged the first time, and it warms your heart that he’s kissing you like this. 

“Vegeta,” You whisper, pulling away to catch your breath. “Is this the first time you’re doing something like this?”

His eyes are dark, but as those words left your lips, he seems annoyed. You confirm it when he suddenly pulls away. 

“Wait,” You grab his arm to keep him in place. “There’s nothing wrong with that! But…”

“But what?” He growls.

“I would have done things differently?”

He keeps his gaze focused on you, and as seconds pass by, you’re pretty sure he’s going to leave. 

“Do you want me, Vegeta?” He doesn’t reply, but he doesn’t pull away from your touch either. Sliding your hand up his arm, you gently stroke his bicep, trying to be as comforting as you can. “I want you. I meant it when I said I want to do this with you.”

You trail your hand down his abdomen, stopping at the hem of his pants to emphasize your point. 

“Tell me you want me… and I’ll show you some things.” 

Vegeta eyes you intensely before he abruptly grabs both of your hands to pull you upwards, making you yelp as you stand up. 

“I want you, you insufferable brat.”

You chuckle quietly as he leans in to capture your lips in a fiery, heated kiss. The more you kiss, the more unabashed he becomes about exploring your mouth and your body, his hands letting go of yours to wrap themselves around your waist. You hum contently, sneaking your arms around his shoulders and kissing him back just as hungrily. 

In a matter of seconds, you feel his erection pressed insistently to your stomach, almost begging for attention. You step backwards a little, his grip on your body not letting you move much, but he seems to understand your reasoning. You guide him as best you can to your room without breaking the kiss, until the back of your knees touch your bed. 

Vegeta pulls away first, practically pushing you down on the mattress as he stares down at you like a predator. You’re not entirely sure how much Vegeta knows about sex, and by the way he reacted before, you’re not going to test your luck and ask him now, not when you’re so close to being able to freely touch and please him. But he’s staring at you like he’s expecting something, so you open your mouth to nicely ask him if he knows what comes next, but he talks first.

“Use your mouth, like you did before.”

“Excuse me?” You quirk an eyebrow, staring at him incredulously. 

“You heard me.” Vegeta says, looking as arrogant as ever. 

“What’s the magic word?” You singsong, grinning widely. When he looks at you, confused, you clarify. “If you say ‘please’, I’ll do it.”

He growls quietly, seemingly considering not even doing it, but to your amusement, he does.

“Please.” He mutters quietly, momentarily glaring at you.

You keep smiling as you reach for his hand, gesturing for him to sit down on the bed next to you. When he does, you kiss him, tugging at his shirt to get it off him, only breaking the kiss when he pulls it up his arms. 

It’s your intention to take things a little slow as compared to that first time, especially knowing that Vegeta is inexperienced when it comes to intimacy. You can show him how nice it is when foreplay is done right, so you aim to please, one of your hands sneaking towards the front of his pants to stroke him. He grunts, hips jerking into your touch as you trail your lips down his neck.

Vegeta is more impatient than you expect, as he suddenly slaps your hand away to pull down his skin tight pants. His dick bounces when he pushes down his underwear, and your conviction wavers; foreplay is important and all, but you want him in your mouth again. You wrap your hand around it, stroking it gently as you lick up his neck, softly nipping at his jaw, pleased to hear him groan when you do it. 

One of his hands finds your shirt, pulling it swiftly off you, leaving you in your bra and pants. He stares at you as you stand up before sinking to the floor right in between his legs, moving your hands over his thighs. He shudders, his eyes threatening to close the closer you get to his erection. He groans loudly when you dart out your tongue and run it up his length before flicking it over the tip. Thrilled by his reaction, you smile cheekily at him before wrapping your lips around the head of his cock. 

Vegeta is loud as you move your mouth and tongue over his dick, just as loud as he was the first time, and it sets fire to your insides knowing that you’re the one making him do all those wonderful noises. It takes you a couple of moves to get him to fully fit inside your mouth, but when the tip hits the back of your throat, he growls almost desperately. One of his hands finds your head, fingers threading through your hair and pushing you down for a moment before he lets you go. You don’t complain, only pulling back before bobbing your head up and down. You write a mental note to remind him not to push you too hard. 

When his hips start snapping with urgency, and his groans get even louder, you recognize that he’s close to an orgasm. Keeping things slow, sliding your lips back towards the tip, you consider pulling away altogether. If he comes now, you’re going to have to wait for your turn. You don’t get to decide when he suddenly thrusts into your mouth, once again the tip grazing your throat, and he comes, gasping and spilling his load, making you swallow. 

You pull away with a wet pop once his hips stop moving, steading yourself with your hands on his thighs. The sight of Vegeta post orgasm is truly something to behold; he’s panting and looking at you almost enamored, which you understand, considering this is only the second time he’s received a blowjob. 

As soon as you stand up to get on the bed, his hands are on your hips, pulling down your pants and underwear in one move. You yelp as he basically throws you on the bed, crawling on top of you less than a second later. He’s staring at you carefully, taking in the sight of your body, and you take the opportunity to do the same. You can’t believe the fact that this man, currently naked on top of you, is going to be intimate for the first time in his life with you. His body looks like it’s been sculpted by Michelangelo himself, with skin surprisingly soft, you notice as you run your hands down his chest, despite his many scars. Surely he must have had plenty of chances to be with whoever he wanted in the past. Though it suddenly dwells on you that he might not even have had the chance, being under the control of a space tyrant and all. 

Pushing your thoughts away, you notice Vegeta is staring at your chest, your bra the only piece of clothing still on your body. You move to take it off just as his hand reaches for one of your breasts, groping it gently once you’re fully naked. You choke back a gasp when his thumb brushes your nipple experimentally. 

“Do you like that?” He asks, genuinely curious. 

“Yeah…”

Vegeta hums in acknowledgement, once again running his finger over your nipple with a little more pressure. You don’t try to hide your moan this time, arching into his touch when he squeezed your flesh. His hand trails lower then, skimming down your waist and hip, caressing your body until he reaches your thigh. You have spreaded your legs a little to accommodate him when he got on top of you, so he could clearly see your entrance.

Sitting back, his hands spread your legs even more, exposing more of your sex to him, and you have to fight the urge to cover your face. You don’t mind that he looks at you, but this feels scrutinizing the more he stares. He swipes his thumb over your slit, making you flinch when he grazes your clit. He repeats the same action, this time with his eyes lingering on your face as he moves his finger over your sensitive skin, and you gasp when he touches your clit again. 

Smirking as if he has found the secret to immortality, Vegeta runs two fingers up and down your entrance before pressing his thumb to your clit, purposely rubbing it. You can’t help the sounds spilling from your lips as he stimulates you with obvious intent, gripping the sheets tightly to anchor yourself. Your hips stutter when he suddenly presses two fingers, slowly sliding them inside you as you moan loudly. Despite his smug look, he’s handling you with extreme care, carefully gliding his fingers in and out of you. 

For someone who was obviously naive when it comes to intimacy, it sure seems like he knows what he’s doing, especially when he presses his thumb to your clit again, moving it in time with the digits inside you. You only wish he would kiss you, but he looks content, staring down at you with dark hungry eyes as he pleasures you. 

You’re not sure if Vegeta can read your mind, but he leans down, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss before pressing his lips down your neck. When he nibbles your jaw, you realize he is imitating what you did to him earlier. 

You frown, a little confused, when you hear him taking a deep breath against the skin of your neck.

“Did you just sniff me?” You ask, moaning at the end when his fingers curl inside you. 

“You smell pleasant.” Vegeta murmured into your ear.

“It-it’s the perfume…”

“No, it’s not that artificial scent you put on. You smell pleasant.”

You’re left speechless when his fingers start moving faster inside you. You mewl, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close, and you gasp, surprised, when you notice his dick poking your stomach. You weren’t paying attention so you don’t know when he got his renewed erection, but you’re eager to have him inside you now that he’s available. 

“Vegeta…” You moan, holding onto him tighter as he mouths at your neck. “Stop teasing me…”

“Aren’t you enjoying yourself?” He chuckles against your skin. 

“I- Yes, but… I’m ready for you, ah!”

He turns to the side to kiss your lips, swallowing down all your noises as his tongue slides into your mouth. You hum, clinging to him desperately as his fingers keep touching you just right, getting you closer and closer to edge. 

“Vegeta!” You call for him again as your legs start twitching. “If you don’t stop… I’m gonna…”

Pulling away from you, Vegeta watches your face carefully as he keeps up his moves, his digits curling and stroking your insides insistently. You moan, throwing your head back and digging your nails into his shoulders. Your hips move against his hand, seeking more of him as you feel warmth suddenly spreading inside you. You come with a shaky moan, your body trembling underneath him as your mind turns blank. 

As you come down from your high, his fingers slide out of you, and you watch him bring them close to his face. You gasp in horror and embarrassment when he licks your release off his digits, and he stares at you with a smile, obviously amused at your reaction. You don’t dare to say anything, and you’re glad his only response to your surprise is a smirk. 

Vegeta shifts, sitting back to position himself better in between your legs as he guides his cock to your entrance. You put your hands on his shoulders, bracing yourself when you feel the head nudging your skin.

“Slow…” You instruct him, looking down at his impressive length so close to your core. He is big, and you’re not sure if you can handle someone with that size who also happens to be an alien with superhuman strength (who also happens to be a mass murderer, but you don’t want to go there). 

“I will not hurt you.” Vegeta says, glancing at you. His voice is flat, but the look he gives you is comforting enough to know that his words are genuine. 

A strangled groan escapes his lips when he pushes inside you, and if you didn’t know any better, you would assume he’s being tortured. You hiss, the stretch feeling too much at once, and he isn’t even fully sheathed yet. He remains still for a moment before moving again, pushing more inside you. 

“Fuck…” Vegeta grunts, holding onto you so tightly you know there’s gonna be marks on your skin. “You’re so tight…”

Once he’s up to the hilt, you gasp, closing your eyes tightly. You have never felt this full before, and it aches, muscles you have never been aware of stretching to accommodate his cock. He remains surprisingly still as both of you get used to the sensation. It surprises you how considerate he’s being at the moment; he must want to relieve himself, but he’s looking at you, obviously noticing that you’re not fully comfortable yet, so he stays still. 

You reach for him, with a hand on the back of his neck to bring him down for a needy kiss. He grunts into your mouth, kissing you back rather shallowly as you hold him close. Your body soon relaxes, and you tighten your legs around his waist, letting him know that you’re ready for him to move. He pulls away enough to watch as his cock slides out of you before thrusting back in slowly. You moan when the tip hits inside you, filling you up to the hilt once more, and his dark eyes fix on your face, checking your reaction to ensure he hasn’t hurt you. 

Vegeta keeps a surprisingly slow pace, carefully gliding in and out of you, handling you with such care, you would have never thought he’s one of the most powerful beings on the planet. It’s fine at first, you’re also getting used to his cock and the stretch, after a while you need more. 

“Vegeta, you can go a little faster…” You say, locking eyes with him.

He looks at you with curiosity when you move one of your legs to prop it up his shoulder. He seems impressed by your flexibility (though you know being on a bed is what helps), and he smirks in response, one of his hands holding tightly onto your thigh. 

You whimper loudly when he starts thrusting into you with newfound vigor. You know he must be holding back his strength, but damn if it feels like he can already snap you in half with the pace he’s currently setting. The bed is creaking insistently with every move of his hips, the headboard hitting the wall up to the point you think it might break. But you really don’t care if the bed splits in half, or if the wall comes down; all you care about is Vegeta and his wonderful cock currently ramming into you as a tight familiar warmth starts blooming in your lower abdomen again. 

For a long moment, you forget that this is actually Vegeta’s first time, especially with how good it feels to have him inside you. But his body starts to shudder, and with a couple of powerful thrusts that makes pleasure run through your veins, he comes. You get to see his face, fully contorted in bliss, brows furrowed and mouth hanging open as his cock pulses inside you, filling you up to the brim and making you moan. He growls as he pumps into you, riding out his orgasm before he finally comes to a stop. 

He leans over you, burying his face in your neck, panting as he comes down from his peak. Your legs shiver slightly, feeling the weight of his body on top of you and twitching in response; you didn’t get to come this time and it feels a little uncomfortable, but you’re not mad. You take his effort into consideration, and he did make you come before, so you’re content. 

When you run your hands up and down his back soothingly, you feel his muscles tense after a moment. 

“You didn’t finish.” Vegeta says, pulling back to look at your face. 

“...I didn’t, but that’s ok. It’s not always necessary-”

He pulls away from you altogether with an angry grunt, making you hiss when his dick slips out, and for a second you think he might even leave. It startles you when you feel he’s rubbing himself against your lower lips, grazing your clit and making your legs shudder. 

“Are you telling me human men don’t care if their partner finishes?” Vegeta asks, almost annoyed. 

“Well… some of them don’t…” 

“Then what’s the point?”

“Um…” It’s getting harder to think as he keeps stroking himself against you, a few quiet noises escaping you as you try to find the words to speak. “Intimacy, I guess…?”

Vegeta tuts, and you gasp when you feel his cock nudging your entrance in what surely must be a record time. You look down to see for yourself, and you’re still stunned he got hard again, just minutes after he had come. Saiyan stamina sure is something insane. 

“To be clear,” Vegeta starts as he slowly eases himself inside you again. “You will always finish when you’re with me.”

His words sound almost like a threat, but every thought effectively leaves your brain once he’s fully inside you, and you stutter a moan when he starts moving, that heat in your stomach steadily growing back up and turning your brain into jelly. 

[one-vivid-judgment]

ASDFGHJKL! Thanks for doing that last ask! I still feel ashamed but I'm in need of part 2: what if it's the guys (Sawashiro, Takabe, Yamai, Tomizawa, Ebina) who walked in on their s/o touching herself and moaning their names? (>/////<) Many thanks!

Listen, I have so many requests but I'm back on this series so soon because IT'S HOT OKAY 😭😭 Yamai and Tomi specifically, I need you carnally. Y'all are valid as fuck, I know I've said this before but I wanted to remind you anyway.

Jo Sawashiro

Sawashiro didn’t expect to one day be leaving the yakuza, much less with only one eye left. He also didn’t expect you to manage to talk him into going to an actual doctor to check his wounds—but oh well, he likes headstrong women, so really, that’s only another point in your favor.

With his constant hospital visits though, that means Jo sometimes isn’t home for hours at a time. It doesn’t surprise you; his wounds were severe, Ebina really fucked him up and you hope the bastard rots. In any case, him leaving you alone for so long means that, sometimes, you get needy when he’s not around. Meaning that, since he’ll probably be tired when he comes back, you need to take care of yourself. You wouldn’t want Jo to overexert himself just to make you come, after all.

It’s when you’re lying in bed, having fished your old vibrator from the nightstand and slamming it inside, moaning shamelessly and all but screaming Jo’s name so loud the neighbors surely heard you. You peek at the doorway upon hearing something like a floorboard creaking under someone’s weight—and see, it’s not common to see Jo Sawashiro completely speechless, but you may have found just the way.

“Fuck, would you... I can help you with that—Let me help you with that.”

Mamoru Takabe

You knew Takabe was dedicated to his job when you started dating him. In fact, that’s kinda what attracted you to him at first: devoted, attentive man like him? You didn’t stand a chance. But, as it were, that trait of his can also be a flaw sometimes; mainly, when Takabe stays at Seiryu HQ way past midnight to get work done or help his boys with whatever business they are up to. Thankfully, that doesn’t happen too often. When it does though, Takabe’s absence is very noticeable.

Tonight is one of those nights where Takabe stays at HQ till the wee hours and comes home late. Of course it had to be today, when you’ve been horny out of your mind since you woke up. A quickie in the morning wouldn’t have solved that, you know it wouldn’t have, that’s why you didn’t ask for one before he left. You kind of regret that when the clock strikes twelve and Mamoru still isn’t home. Well, time for plan B: taking matters into your own hands.

You leave the bedroom door wide open, in case Takabe comes home. Might as well give him a show—you haven’t had sex in how long now? All because of his stupid job... But now it’s not the time for that. Now it’s time to let your imagination run wild, maybe think about everything you know Takabe would do to you if he were home—scenarios that might come true sooner rather than later, you realize when his name spills from your lips and you hear someone chuckling from the other side of the room.

“I’ve neglected you lately, haven’t I? I’m sorry, that was rude of me. Let me make it up to you, yeah?”

Yutaka Yamai

Yamai is a lot of things. A selfish lover is definitely not one of those. You can have the highest sex drive in the world and he’ll be more than happy to give you what you want. He gets a kick out of indulging you, in a way. Still, he’s the leader of his own syndicate; he can’t just let his guys run amok, can he? There’s got to be some order. Meaning he can’t always indulge you, even if he wants to.

Today has been a long day. Work fucking sucked, the food sucked, everything sucked and all you need is Yamai to fuck your brains out until you don’t know your name anymore. Which fucking sucks again, since he’s been dragged into some other mess on the other side of town and God knows when he’ll come back. The pillow still kinda smells like him though...

Humping the pillow is not usually your go to, but fuck, does it smell like Yamai. Just as cold as he is, too. No wonder you start moaning his name sooner rather than later. You can almost picture him just standing there, watching in amusement as you desperately breathe in his scent straight from the pillow you’re humping—maybe because he is there. Standing there, watching in amusement as you desperately breathe in his scent straight from the pillow you’re humping.

“Well, shit, ain’t you a pretty sight. You don’t mind if I stay and watch the rest of the show, do you?”

Eric Tomizawa

Tomi is a taxi driver. Meaning that, again, he’s out and about more than he’d probably like. You understand though—a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do to put food on the table. He wants a family, after all, and money’s not gonna materialize out of thin air, is it? Oh, and also, when he comes home with all the pent up stress, he fucks you hard, says the filthiest shit, too.

Honestly though, he’s given you way too much material to fantasize about when you are all alone. Like that one time he went off about how he’d keep you as his personal cockwarmer during work hours, pushing your head down as far as it’d go and making you choke on his cock. And yeah, the thought sounds hotter than it has any right to be—and it’s all Tomi’s fault for getting those ideas into your head, cause now you’re all hot and bothered and he’s not there to do anything about it.

So, you’re going at it, one of Tomi’s shirts that you’ve fished from the closet pressed to your nose and so so close. And you moan his name, and that’s when you hear something drop and stop. And poor Tomi looks so flustered, so confused but also so into what he sees, you kinda want to jump him and eat him right up.

“Oooh shit. You can’t—You can’t do this to me, I’m not that strong, I... God, you’re so fucking wet. Did I do that?”

Masataka Ebina

Ebina does what he wants, when he wants. If you want to have sex while he’s busy at the office, he’ll skip out of work for an hour or two to go take care of you. If you are his girl, he’s spoiling you rotten, with gifts and with actions.

Thing is, you do find it amusing to be bratty every once in a while. He doesn’t like disobedience, and if you are, he’ll teach you a proper lesson. That’s what makes it so much fun to tease him. You don’t have to masturbate if you’re with him, but you still do—mostly because you want him to catch you and punish you. It’s all very deliberate, really.

He knows how much of a brat you are. That’s why it doesn’t faze him when he finds the bedroom door wide open, your legs spread wide in the bed, naked and moaning his name like your life depends on it. Which, maybe it does—he’ll have to bend you over his knee first.

“Whoever would’ve guessed my darling was such a slut. Was waiting five minutes really too much for you? Desperate little whore...”

[loderlied]

thingies about gortash from a big post i deleted but still wanted to keep somewhere

challenges in relationships?

considering the fact that i believe that gortash never cared for making genuine “friends” or staying in a relationship that wasn’t entirely manipulative and a tool to further his goals, this is a hard one for him. this is gonna be awful but i’d say the biggest challenge for him would be enduring spending his precious time with lesser creatures. i’ve said this before as a joke (‘allophobic gortash’ lol) but i think he has an especially low opinion of people like jannath who let themselves be used by him to sate their carnal lust. i have this sentence of his in my head ‘i do not concern myself with the perversions of lesser filth’ that describes his feelings on this pretty well. he still goes through with it of course, as he’d do anything if he deems it necessary, but i’d say that this is his biggest challenge in those relationships—so yeah how does he overcome it? his ambition lol. he sees what use someone could be to him and he will use them until they aren’t needed anymore.

do they believe in love at first sight? does physical attraction play a part?

i think from my “what zeke and i experience is greater than those foolish emotions these inferiors experience and cannot be described as love or hate or with any language created by mortals” posts you can tell that gortash has a very detached view of love. it’s not something that he experiences. maybe something like ‘love at first sight’ does exist for the cattle, but he does not concern himself with the concept any further. utterly beneath him. as for the second part of the question, i don't think gortash is 'attracted' to anyone, especially physical appearance wise, so no.

views on his own body

gortash views his body in very peculiar way i’d say. actual beauty standards don’t mean shit to him. like, said this before, but i don’t think all those posters of him in the game look different because he is vain and insecure about his advanced age, he’s just aware of the general public more likely leaning towards someone who’s 20, 30 years younger than he is. again, he will do what’s necessary and so on, but he’s not a fan of it by any means. if anything, he’s proud of his age, the signs of decades of long, hard work for the city. he views his body as it is as mainly another tool in his arsenal to use. (which is also why the only ‘problem’ he has with aging is a general decline of health, though he will do everything to prevent that as much as possible) but also. i think according to him the ‘correct’ way to look at his body is as if you’d look at something like an ancient religious mural. endless reverence rooted in endless fear of the divine. (and of course the only one who ever really does meet these expectations is zeke, if unwillingly :/)

[ark-bile]

Could you perhaps tell us more about the way your creepypasta au works, like maybe more facts about Tim and Brian. Don’t feel pressured too tho ((love your art btw <3))

Its mainly divided into a bunch of cults;

- The Slenderman Cult: Toby, Tim, and Brian, (as well as Kate but shes not very active right now) are in this cult. Toby is currently in Russia and has been caught by Tim and Brian and is now being taught a lesson by them to not disobey slendies orders. Toby doesnt like to follow rules because he finds them boring, thats why he often goes rogue. Tim has split personalities, his main (real) personality is Tim Wright, and his second is Masky. Masky is a cult fanatic, he worships Slenderman and is very loyal to him, he’d beat someone up for saying anything negative about him. Hoodie is more of a middle ground type of guy, he only follows orders because of the benefits he gets in the end, such as being able to explore his hobbies (which is mainly guns and hiking), as well as not get killed lol. Kate is rlly just a merchandiser for the cult, she supplies her own faction in America, but has recently gone missing. The boys are currently in Russia, and are gonna return in a month.

As for the creepypasta’s like EJ, Jeff and others of the sort, they fall under the “miscellaneous” category. Sure, EJ is in a cult of his own, but he is the only guy in it. He’s 34, but died at 23 and he still looks the same age as he did back then — implying that he is immortal. Jeff is currently 22, he’s very young and has been on the run from authorise since he was 17. He recently got out of his psychosis episode, and is being hunted down by Liu. Jeff assumes Liu just wants to kill him, so he runs away the closer he gets… when really Liu just wants his brother to get help before he falls into another psychotic episode.

Liu isn’t a creepypasta, he’s just a normal human that’s been privately investigating his brother for 4 years in hopes of one day catching him and bringing him back home.

Helen, Jane, Clocky and Seedeater are a part of Zalgo’s cult. Zalgo is basically SCP-001 (The Scarlet King) but, like more edgy. Zalgo is currently in a deep slumber, and is prophesied to wake on Judgement Day. They are sworn enemies of SlenderMan’s cult, because while Slenderman is a physical embodiment of hatred and human carnal desire, he is also selfish in the way that he consumes all souls and flesh for himself. Zalgo, does it for a bigger cause, but that is not yet revealed why. Chernobog is somewhat the same, but since his cult is very small, he is undetected.

Laughing Jack, Candy Pop and his sister, and Jason the Toymaker, are all from a different world; the Clown world, where they are born and sent to earth as “angels”, and return if their mission succeeds. However, these guys had failed their mission, and gone rogue. For that reason, they are permanently banished from their home. Clowns from this world are able to make their own pocket dimensions and can’t die in the human realm.

The Rake, he’s just a creature that no one knows the origin of, nor do they know its purpose. He haunts Toby, and has often teared Toby to shreds for no reason, that is why Toby fears him so much. The Rake is a creature that all cults remain wary of… except for EJ. For some reason, the Rake isnt hostile with EJ. There’s no reason why, or at least, its not known why.

THAT’S ALL! Thanks so much for reading this far, I hope it made sense! If you have any questions, I’ll add it into this post and answer it for you with tag! Mwah, cya.

[dyvimwhitehart]

bat for the wizblr game! :3

send me an npc and i'll describe my wizard's relationship with them!

BAT!!!!! OH HOW I LOVE YOU BAT

with amber: the bat and amber are twins to me. older brother and sister core. they're both broody, believe they work better alone, and have heavily-armored hearts of gold that beat strong for those around them they care about (mellori, mainly). that being said, they do not trust each other at all in the beginning, and it takes amber a very long time to come around to having him "on the team." she was close to doing so after medulla's defeat, but then bat's 'betrayal' sets things back a lot... to the point where she only works with him on neumia because she must. him leaving hurts her, though she moves past it quickly.

it isn't until their time on mandalla towards the end of empyrea as a whole that they start to rib each other good-naturedly. they have a very tough conversation as she helps restore his shadow essence about morality, what they hope to accomplish, and more. it's during this that amber reveals how she acquired shadow magic, and they're vulnerable with each other for the first time.

most of their relationship development happens after arc 3 ends. both he and her have very complex feelings about spider and raven, respectively, as important figures in their lives. they find a lot of comfort in each other because of this. amber confides in him more than anyone else about the burden of being bartleby's scion and the impact shadow magic has on her wellbeing. in return, she helps bat work through his identity outside of being spider's son. they are in near constant contact throughout arc 4.

they co-sibling the hell out of mellori together. the three of them are very tight-knit- and bat and amber are the closest thing the other really has to family.

with genevieve: dear god. these two want each other carnally and are going to make it literally everyone else's problem. they are terribly smitten and, for all of empyrea, are so fucking angry about it. from the first moment they're in each other's vicinity, there is tension of all kinds, and they are consistently at each other's throats throughout sepidious in a way that makes the rest of the party raise their eyebrows HIGH. moments of genuine concern are immediately followed by them trading barbs.

that being said, bat's 'betrayal' rocks genevieve, and sends her on a warpath throughout the beginning of empyrea part 2. she will just not stop bringing him up/badmouthing him to the rest of the group in a way that shows she is clearly hurting. when he's captured by the nimbari and presented to the crowd, she takes no joy in it, and the hostility between them dissipates notably as they fight dynt.

when they reunite in the chaos jungle, all of that tension comes to a head. we can all make an educated guess about what happens inside the cave as they restore bat's essence. for the rest of empyrea, they operate as a well-oiled machine, never quite saying what they want to say to one another / addressing their feelings beyond just attraction.

they don't see each other for a while after saving spider and raven. eventually, they quietly find each other in the arcanum, and spend a few days together. sometimes, they talk for hours. sometimes, they just sit in silence. but eventually, they come to the conclusion that they want to try and be together officially, not caring about distance or genevieve's role as scion.

she misses him horribly during arc 4. to others, they're an intimidating unit. around one another, in between antagonizing one another, they melt.

(i also want to add genevieve is half-qhat so they are... bat man and qhat woman...)

[mrsreginagold]

Fic: It Takes One To Know One

Fandom: ReGenesis

Pairing: David Sandström x Mayko Tran (Dayko)

Rating: PG13

Spoilers: Takes place during season two. Canon-divergent.

Summary: Mayko notices something different about David one quiet afternoon in the lab. 

Author’s note:  This is mainly a result of wanting to put David in glasses because a certain someone looks very good in them.  The most difficult part was writing the subject of their conversation since I am not naturally inclined to science, therefore I kept details rather vague.

It Takes One To Know One

                  The atmosphere at NorBAC was remarkably calm. Granted: it was a summer afternoon, in the middle of the week, and while there was always plenty to occupy the staff who worked there, lazy days could still occur. 

                  It was due to this that Mayko Tran refused to hurry through her current assignment.

                  Of course, that didn’t stop her boss, David Sandström, from loudly yelling out her name as a signal that he wanted her attention on something. Even after all the years they had known each other and being used to his mercurial temperament, she still jumped at the boom of his voice. 

                  With a beleaguered sound, she left her computer running the program that she had been meddling around with and headed up the stairs to the second level, where his office was located. 

                  It was never unusual to find the head scientist for the company seated behind his desk, reading, however there was something markedly different about him that prompted her to halt in her tracks. 

                  She swallowed, her heart catapulting a few times over in her chest. There was no denying that her former professor was an incredibly handsome man. In fact – he tended to flaunt it with his constantly undone collars and jeans that seemed to hug in all the right areas. 

                  What made David particularly irresistible on this day was the fact that he was wearing his glasses. 

                  Memories came flooding in of their brief time together when she was his student. There had been such a forbidden thrill to sneaking out of her college dorm to meet up with him – first for coffee or research sessions, and then eventually for something far more carnal. 

                  Unable to resist, Mayko stared, noting how the oval frames were perched symmetrically on the bridge of his nose. One would assume that the lenses would dull the brilliant blue shade of his eyes, but instead they seemed incredibly vibrant. 

                  It certainly didn’t help matters that he had chosen an aquamarine button down, which he left open liberally at the throat so the hair that peeked over his clavicle was visible to her gaze. 

                  God dammit Sandström. 

                  She cleared her throat to announce her presence, prompting her employer to look up from whatever published paper had consumed his attention. “You bellowed?”

                  “Hey,” he placed the file he was perusing to the side and stood up, slipping his hands into his pockets, and adopting a casual stance. “I wanted to get your eyes on something I thought was, well…really fucking weird,” his naturally deep tone tended to jump down an octave when he was perplexed. 

                  She crossed her arms over her chest and quirked a brow. “That’s your professional opinion? That something is weird?”

                  He rolled his eyes at the playful jab and grabbed a specific paper to clarify his point. “Take a look at these test results and see for yourself.”

                  “Fine,” she pursed her lips, still annoyed but unable to bring herself to fully be mad at him. She walked over to his side and snatched the data from his hands so she could survey it properly. 

                  Her brow immediately furrowed. “What exactly am I looking at?”

                  “Owen’s blood.” He sidled closer. “And before you ask, yes I had Carlos and Bob do this test several times over with different samples.”

                  “But this is impossible,” she inhaled shakily. “David do you know what this could mean?” She turned her head at the same time that he did, her pulse spiraling due to both his proximity and the shock of the information.

                  Despite the severity of what it meant; it was obvious that he was holding back a proud smile. She couldn’t exactly blame him, as it wasn’t the first unique discovery that the lab had made in the past few years.

                  They stared at each other for a few moments, saying nothing, until the excitement finally got the better of him and he suddenly gathered her into a bear hug. 

                  Mayko squealed in surprise at the abrupt behavior, but it was so easy to give in to the temptation of David’s warmth. It wasn’t long before she was reveling in it and breathing in deeply to fully appreciate the spice-laden scent of his cologne.

                  “I take that as soon as it goes through some extra quality checks that you’re going to publish this?” 

                  “Absolutely, it means we can pinpoint addiction to genes and help people like Owen in the future,” he pulled back, framing her face between his hands gently. “It’ll do a lot of good in the future, May.”

                  Her features softened at the use of the nickname. “It’s been a while since you called me that; it’s also been a while since you wore these,” she tapped at the frame of his spectacles. “Did you forget to order more contacts again?”

                  “No…” his hands slid down to hold her by the shoulders, and there was guilt in his tone that suggested it was exactly what had happened.

                  She shook her head in amusement. “You’re a horrible liar. Thing is, though, I always thought they suited you.”

                  “Oh?” now there was marked interest in his perceptive gaze, along with a hint of mischief. “Was that part of the attraction back in the day?”

                  “You’re well aware of how good-looking you are, David Sandström.” She admonished, her fingers twisting into his shirt sleeves since he was making no move to let her go, and frankly she wasn’t about to let him if he did. “Don’t play coy with me.”

                  “I’m not, but it’s been ages since we flirted, and I didn’t want to assume –

                  She cut him off by dragging him forward, her mouth meeting his.

                  While she had startled him, it was quickly made evident that he felt the same way as she did, his arms circling securely around her as the embrace deepened. 

                  Delighted by how eagerly he began to respond, she nipped and teased at his lips, tracing invitingly with her tongue until he accepted, and she was allowed to delve in and explore.

                  In a way: it was as if no time had passed. Kissing David felt as natural as it had in the days when she was his fling, but there was the added benefit of it being right this time around. There was no reason to lament or worry about the future – it was bright and open and becoming clearer by the minute that he wished her to be part of his. 

                  He was the first to part for air, a dazzling grin blossoming over his striking features. “Does this mean that when I invite you to my place tonight for a private dinner, you’ll accept?”

                  “You’re incorrigible. But yes, it’s a date.”

                  His reply was to kiss her again, more passionately than before, and she gladly returned the much-appreciated affection. 

The End

[gravehags]

ngl i get a bit of a kick outta thinking about ghoul bicycle reader's whole Thing happening a bit after some of the curator reader stuff (because i'm not Entirely sure how she'd feel about the ghoulettes wanting to know natalie in a carnal way (i know there was the whole talk about it being purely about the sex, but still)), and like.

i know imperator respects natalie's decision to not have a child, but i cant help but picture her also ending up at least a little exasperated that it's bicycle reader who's into the idea of getting knocked up, considering, yknow, ghoul x human fertility comparability is probably not on the high side (but man have i Thought about ghoul kits a not insignificant amount)

i mean in my head the ghoul bicycle series and curator reader series are happening in two different universes mainly because i do plan on having copia have relations with beatrice/ghoul bicycle reader at some point as a part of some uhhh pack bonding and natalie does not share heh. but if they were in the same timeline omg sister imperator would be so fucking pissed lmfao satan picked the wrong girlie

[toomanyfandomsneverenoughtime]

Thanks for the tag @joestarling 💖

1. How many fics do you have on AO3? 85, including none Mat fics.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 203,323

3. What fandoms do you write for? Mainly Mat fandoms but in the past, I wrote some DC (mainly Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, etc.)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Cats and Birds Never Did Play Well Together - DC - Jay/Tim - 770 kudos The Carnality of Twist-It - BBC Ghosts - The Captain/Thomas - 349 kudos On Loan - DC - Dick/Slade, Dick/Jason - 314 kudos Catching Up With My Eyes Wide Shut - BBC Ghosts - The Captain/Julian/Thomas - 214 kudos Don't Knock It Until You've Tried It - BBC Ghosts - Julian/Thomas - 140 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments? It depends on the comment and the commentor. I know I can get away with not replying to every comment from some people, they know I love and appreciate everything they say but if it's someone I don't know, I will tend to reply in the hopes that they'll read more of my things!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Possibly Ariel's Parting Gift, simply because it ends in pretty much the same way that YMATA does with some added angst.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I don't know, maybe Fanny Five Ways, it ends pretty well for Fanny?

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not directly, though I know that there's some hate on the previously mentioned fic on Twitter 🙃

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yep, it's all I write, usually at least elements at BDSM or kink, very rarely soft.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I do write crossovers but mainly Mat characters with Mat characters from different universes. I guess the craziest ones that I write are when I have Mat himself with Thomas and Julian and I guess that's a tad far fetched but it was fun to write and hopefully fun to read!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of but myself and @joestarling seem to readily influence each other with fic ideas and universes and it's wonderful &lt;3

12. Have you ever cowritten a fic before? I did when I was much younger but my "cowriting", I wrote one chapter and they wrote another and we didn't really input into each others chapters because I don't like criticism 🤣

13. What's your all time favourite ship? Ariel/Chris

14. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will? To be honest, I always end up coming up with ideas for further chapters of most of the fics that I write but there's no way that I'll finish them or even start them in some cases.

15. What are your writing strengths? Honestly, I don't know really. I can tell you what I like in my own fics and it's my own style of writing? I know I like this because I read a writer whose writing felt very similar to mine and I found it so easy and so enjoyable to read.

16. What are your writing weaknesses? Self-doubt, needing very precise conditions to be able to write, laziness when it comes to editing, and much, much more.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? What I'd normally do is just write the dialogue in English, in Italics and make it clear that it's a different language, that's what I did for writing Russian in an unpublished fic.

18. First fandom you wrote for? Back to the Future, it's still out there, just not on my AO3 account.

19. Favourite fic you've written? My personal favourite is my recent Ariel/Tentacle fic because I've wanted to write it for a while and I could write it in the exact way that it existed in my brain?

(Not tagging because I don't really know anyone else that writes fic - but if you see this and you want to do it, feel free to and tag me in your answers!)

[gluion]

my sweetest moni 🫶🏻🤍 fill ya gurl in with sunwoo’s you infuriate me & changmin’s everything you do is beautiful 🥰

(ps i will get to your changmin fic real soon jajdjejd work has been busy lately but trust that i will have a long ass review cs i know that im already gonna love it loads 🤧)

MY LOVELY ALLY!!!! i will for sure fill you in with all the details! and please do not even WORRY about it!! take all the time you need <3 i only want you to read it when you're in the mood for it <3

of desires and rivalries (you infuriate me) ➵ kim sunwoo

this is an enemies-to-lovers fic where you and sunwoo are part of the same esports team. in this fic, i am planning to explore the misogyny present in esports because its something I'm very vocal about!! but for this fic, the whole premise focuses on sunwoo and you being the top players representing your team. although you two have never played with each other (since you hate each other's guts), the team decides to have you play together for the upcoming valorant champions tour (going through qualifiers you know all that!) so while you two are forced to play together while still being on each other's nerves, the lines blur from whether you hate him or you have this carnal desire for him (might start off as suggestive but hopefully i can branch out into some smut oops!)

of paint buckets and charcoal (everything you do is beautiful) ➵ ji changmin

this is something that i still need to refine!! but it is heavily based on this one tweet found below!

mainly, it is going to be artist!changmin x writer!reader where you have a deal to work together (he designs the covers of the book you're writing, maybe even illustrate some things you need to be illustrated for the book) and over the time you work together, you start to notice some details of his work that feels oddly familiar to one of your favorite artists you liked growing up. that's all i'm going to say for now but this is a definite oneshot at least :DD pure fluff

i hope everyone looks forward to them and my upcoming jacob fic <3

[scotttrismegistus7]

THE WORLD POWER PLAYERS, ELECTIONS, AND TRUMP: Q STRIKES AGAIN IN AN ELECTION WHERE TRUMP IS RUNNING, AND SOME NEW INFORMATION FROM MY SPIRIT GUIDES AND THE SPIRIT WORLD FOR THE WORLD POWER PLAYERS

YOU KNOW, THEY SAY TRUMP HAS A LOT OF SUPPORT FROM RUSSIAN OLIGARCHS. I HAVE A SOFT SPOT FOR RUSSIA, BUT I CAN'T SET MY OWN ROOF ON FIRE EITHER WHILE I'M STILL LIVING HERE. MAYBE SOME OF THE PEOPLE OUT THERE WITH THE RESOURCES TO GET THROUGH IT MIGHT BE WILLING TO SET THE ROOF ON FIRE, BUT AGAIN IT HAS TO BE QUESTIONED WHY THEY WOULD WANT TRUMP TO BE ELECTED. I'M SURE IT WOULD BE GREAT FOR THEM, BUT IT WOULD POTENTIALLY DO A LOT OF DAMAGE HERE THAT WOULD HAVE A POTENTIALLY DIRECT DISTRUCTIVE IMPACT ON ME AND OTHERS IN SIMILAR CIRCUMSTANCES.

THE INFORMATION AND PROPAGANDA THEY ARE USING, THOUGH, IS TOP NOTCH! GOOD JOB. IT'S SPUN TO ACCOMPLISH WHAT THEY WANT IT TO, BUT AT THE SAME TIME IT'S BASED OFF OF THINGS THAT HAVE SOME FOUNDATION IN REALITY. OCCULT REALITY AT THAT, WHICH IS WHERE I COME IN. IT IS A PRETTY GOOD WAY TO DO IT. IT'S SO WELL DISGUISED, THEY CAN RELEASE THE INFORMATION WITHOUT MAKING THEMSELVES TARGETS.

WISH I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF SOMETHING LIKE THAT, AND NOW BACK TO THE BLOG...

THERE'S SO MANY USES FOR THE WORD ILLUMINATI, BUT AT ITS HEART IT'S AN ITALIAN WORD, AND THE ILLUMINATI HAS BEEN IDENTIFIED AS A JESUITS AND POTENTIAL CRIME FAMILIES THAT BACK THEM.

I OFTEN STATE THE FACT THAT I HAVE GERMAN NAZI SOLDIERS IN THE PERFECT BLACK THAT ACT AS GUIDES, SPIRIT GUIDES IF YOU WILL, FOR ME. THEY REALLY HELPED ME TO GET THROUGH SOME VERY DIFFICULT THINGS, AND WE ACTUALLY HAVE A DEAL IN PLACE TO HELP COMPLETE THE OCCULT WORK THEY STARTED.

THEY TOLD ME I SHOULD LAY DOWN A NAME IN THIS POST TO IDENTIFY MYSELF TO THE ORGANIZATION AND ORGANIZATION'S WE ARE ATTEMPTING TO HELP FROM A SHAMANIC OCCULT LEVEL AND PERSPECTIVE. THE GALEN ORG VRIL-YA ORGANIZATIONS. MY SPIRIT GUIDES SAID TO MAKE THIS POST FOR THEM AS A MESSAGE THAT I HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN ABLE TO OPEN AND MASTER THE BLACK CUBE, AND THAT I CAN INDEED SUPERIMPOSE IT ON ALL THE DENSITIES UP TO THE 7TH FROM A POSITION IN THE THIRD DENSITY OR BELOW. IN OTHER WORDS, TO CROSS THE OCTAVE LINE BETWEEN THE MASCULINE AND FEMININE OCTAVES ISN'T REALLY AN OPTION FOR FIFTH DENSITY ENTITIES AND ABOVE IMMORTALIZED AND PRESERVED FOREVER IN THE FIRST DENSITY, WE ARE MAINLY LIMITED TO THE FIRST THREE DENSITIES WHICH ARE THE DIVINE FEMININE DENSITIES, THE UNDERWORLDS IF YOU WILL. HOWEVER, HAVING DECIPHERED AND UNLOCKED THE OCCULT FORMULAS THAT ALLOW THE CUBE TO BE OPENED AND THE DRAGON TO BE FREED, WITHIN OUR DENSITIES WE NOW HAVE COMPLETE CONTROL, AND THAT IS REGARDLESS OF EVEN A 7TH DENSITY ENTITY COMING HERE AND TRYING TO THROW THEIR WEIGHT AROUND. ANY ENTITY FROM ANY DENSITY THAT COMES INTO THE THRONE WORLD OF ISIS AND THE DIVINE FEMININE REALMS WILL NOW BE FULLY SUBJECT TO OUR CONTROL, BECAUSE I CAN SUPERIMPOSE THE BLACK CUBE THROUGHOUT ALL SEVEN DENSITIES WITHIN OUR OWN, I HAVE UNLOCKED AND ATTAINED THE POWER OF THE FULL BAR IMPLODED STAR. IT ESSENTIALLY EQUATES TO THE FULL ATTAINMENT OF SOMETHING ALONG THE LINES OF THE EYE OF MORDOR, AS COMPARED TO THE EYE OF FLUFFY BUNNY SPARKLES OF THE WHITE LIGHTERS. THE SERPENT-DRAGON POWER IS THE OCCULT POWER OVER ALL REALMS MATERIAL AND CARNAL.

FOR THE DARK LUCIFERIAN TRADITIONS THAT WOULD MEAN THE COMPLETE SUCCESS OF THE LUCIFERIAN PLAN, AND I'M SPEAKING TO THE SHADOW GOVERNMENT AND THE LEAGUE OF SHADOWS OF THE UNDERWORLD THAT HAS BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT FOR A VERY LONG TIME.

FOR THE LAYMAN, IT MEANS THAT THE PROBLEM THE JINN IBLIS WAS HAVING WITH THE HUMANS TRYING TO TAKE THE THRONE FROM HIM IN HIS OWN KINGDOM HAS COME TO AN END. ALL HUMANS, OR ANY BEINGS FOR THAT MATTER, WITH ANY PARTS OF THEMSELVES WITHIN THE FIRST THREE DENSITIES ARE NOW FULLY SUBJECT TO THE RULING AUTHORITIES HERE, IN THIS EXAMPLE BEING IBLIS.

HOW DOES THAT RELATE TO GERMANY AND GERMANS YOU ASK? I'M GLAD YOU DID, BECAUSE IT IS THE FULL ATTAINMENT OF THE POWERS OF THE BLACK SUN. THAT IS THE POWER OF WOTAN IN THE HANDS OF HEL. THE TREACHEROUS FRAUD AGAINST GOD THAT HAS COME FULL CIRCLE AND IN THE BIG PICTURE IS SEEN TO BE PART OF A NATURAL CIRCUIT.

THAT IS THE RESTORATION OF THE JEWEL TO LUCIFER'S CROWN, AND AN ABSOLUTE VICTORY FOR THE BLACK PYRAMID AND THE DARK ONES OF OLD, THE ANCIENT OF DAYS, THE ANCIENT ONES.

WITH THE DEAL IN PLACE BETWEEN ME AND THE GERMAN MEMBERS OF THE BLACK SUN AND THE UNDERWORLD IN THE PERFECT BLACK ALREADY, AS ERESHKIGAL'S NEW HUSBAND, SHE HAS GIVEN ME THE SCEPTER AND THE TITLE OF NERGAL, AND THE DEAL IN PLACE WILL ENSURE THAT THE GERMANS, ESPECIALLY THE ONES WITH INTENTIONAL INVOLVEMENT IN HELPING THE BLACK SUN AND THE UNDERWORLD PAST OR PRESENT, THEIR AUTHORITY WILL BE UPHELD AND STRENGTHENED AS THE POLE SHIFT BRINGS US INTO COSMIC WINTER AND THE ENERGIES CHANGE FOR THIS SEASON TO BEING DOMINATED BY THOSE OF THE UNDERWORLD AND THE DIVINE FEMININE REALMS OF THE THRONE WORLD OF ISIS.

LET THE WATER BEARER POUR OUT HER WARES, LET THE GOAT FISH SWIM, AND LET THE UNDERWORLD BY THE BLACK CUBE REIGN SUPREME.

AS A SORCERER, AS I MENTIONED IN PREVIOUS POSTS, IN ORDER TO GET THIS LEVEL OF ATTAINMENT THAT WILL BE INVALUABLE TO THE GERMANS, I HAD TO GIVE UP MY ENTIRE SELF AND MY ENTIRE LIFE, AND I HAD TO BE SPIRITUALLY TORN DOWN AND REBUILT WITH A NEWLY CONSTITUTED SOUL IN THE MIDDLE OF A LIFE IN PROGRESS, WHICH HAS STOPPED ME FROM BEING ABLE TO ADEQUATELY PURSUE MATERIAL ENDEAVORS. ANY AID IN THESE AREAS THAT COULD BE GIVEN TO ME TO MAKE MY LIFE BETTER AND GIVE ME A BETTER QUALITY OF LIFE WOULD BE GREATLY APPRECIATED. EITHER WAY, THE WORK IS DONE AND VICTORY IS ASSURED.

UNTIL NEXT TIME MY LOVELIES, KEEP DARING TO DREAM! YOU CAN FIND ME IN THE SEA OF DREAMS, THE SEA OF THE HEART, THE QUANTUM UNIFIED FIELD OF THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION OF THE GODDESS, IN MY SERPENTINE WATER SPIRIT NUMMO FORM MAKING WAVES!

LONG LIVE THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION AND THE COSMIC EGG OF THE GODDESS, LONG LIVE THE GREAT REPTILIAN SSS QUEEN ISIS, LONG LIVE DIVINE CHRONOS, LONG LIVE THE DIVINE FEMININE EMPIRE OF THE BLACK SUN, AND ALL THE INHABITANTS THEREOF!

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[grazer-razor]

i realized something.

something profound.

you know how sometimes couples’ relationships will end because of various reasons? to get a good look at what i’m talking about, here’s this rage comic(yes, those are dated, but for today’s purposes, we will pretend they are relevant).

there’s also the shiny pidgey greentext, in which a girlfriend was going through a rough time while a dude found a shiny pidgey, and he was like “yeah, but look, i got a shiny pidgey!”, and the GF smashed his GBA. and that roughly covers it.

now, these are just two examples of how relationships can go down dark paths. but i’m here to say that i finally figured out how couples’ relationships break up so easily!

it’s not because they’re conceived out of pure love. it’s because they’re conceived out of pleasure-love.

we live in a society where the concept of love has been degraded from being something beautiful to just another avenue for sexual gratification. many people don’t conceive relationships out of things like personality(internal beauty) or shared beliefs- they would much rather conceive them out of things like more carnal things, like looks.

so if you shouldn’t have a girlfriend for pleasure, what should you have them for? that’s a tough one, but if i had to guess, it would probably be a healthy combination of looks, an actually good and wholesome personality, and shared beliefs. most of all, you need to be loving the right way- there is a difference between agape and eros.

the funny part is that i actually prayed to god that i would find a girlfriend(it was the first time i prayed for it while going through my prayer list), and he seems to have shared this nugget of wisdom with me. i now see that i was mainly desiring for a girlfriend for pleasure purposes(namely having a simple love interest, that, although not as blatant as wanting to straight-up copulate with her, is still pretty selfish).

yes, i will still be making MG’s- as said before, it’s not wrong to make attractive characters(although this is a huge responsibility to bear- doing it too much can mess with your desires). i will just be examining my desires to have a GF more closely, that’s all.

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

half past five high - chapter 2 (lies upon lies)

Mingyu x fem!reader, Joshua x fem!reader

Genre: smut, a bit of fluff 

Warnings: rough sex, unprotected sex (stay safe), creampies, overstimulation, hair pulling, manhandling, degradation, cheating, lying (again)

Word count: ~2.5k (I think)

Summary: The little secret affair of Mingyu and reader continues...in her house, right under Joshua’s nose.

Author’s note: Chapter 2 is here and it’s even smuttier than the first one - enjoy ;)

Taglist: @delicatewerewolfsoul @aliceu @husbandhoshi @wonwoosthetic @berrryshortcake @boowanie @mangogyu @billboard-singer @gaebestie @jaeyux @aurumness  @chwebychew

It’s been two weeks since you came back to Korea and you’ve barely seen Joshua in these fourteen days - again.

It felt as if these days had passed in a blur, but at the same time, excruciatingly slowly. Even the last minute flight you had taken from Paris was like a distant memory stored in the back of your brain.

He has been insanely busy, trying to set up his first ever exhibition and the preparations have been time and energy consuming before comprehension. Of course, you were happy for him, because all of his hard work has finally paid off, but shopping around Seoul and socializing is still not enough to cover the sentimental void of his absence - although ‘socializing’ isn’t exactly the correct word to put it.

Fucking around with Mingyu has definitely taken your mind away from your worries. That is, if you have any sanity left after getting railed into next week every time you meet up with him. Ever since your little sexcapade on the plane home, his Mustang parked in the gate of your penthouse in Seongbuk-dong has become a frequent occurrence and you gotta thank for choosing the specific spot, hidden in the mountains - mainly for the view, but nowadays, privacy has never been more important.

Part of you felt guilty for cheating on Joshua and acting lovey-dovey whenever you are with him, all while you’re sleeping with Mingyu, sometimes in fancy hotel rooms, sometimes in the same bed you share with your boyfriend. 

But fuck, you would be lying if you said that Mingyu wasn’t sex on legs, proving it every single time you met.

It’s like he had memorized your sweet spots the first time he fucked you on that damned last minute flight and he never misses a chance to abuse them in every way possible. His tongue greedily tasting your skin, lips mapping out your body, his fingers leaving a symphony of red and purple blotches on your skin. Your brain simply cannot comprehend how effortlessly Mingyu can make you cum with his mouth, hands and cock alike, satisfying all of your carnal needs. 

But that’s as far as he can go. 

You’re lying on the bed, the pristine silk sheets soiled from your juices and Mingyu’s cum running down freely from your puffy, spent hole again. You have half of a sane mind to get up on your elbows and see your lover talking on the phone, presumably with his manager. He spots you and puts his finger over his lips in a shushing motion, making you frown. Ever the workaholic, you roll your eyes.

“When is the opening?...Next week, huh? That’s pretty convenient. Okay, I’ll call you back once I check my schedule again. Congrats again, bro. See ya”, he ends the call and puts his phone over his discarded t-shirt, turning his attention to you. 

“Are you done now?”, you sigh and Mingyu scoffs lightly, approaching the edge of the bed with slow steps in all of his naked glory. He climbs on top of you, caging you between his muscular frame and the mattress, hungrily licking his lips. “Sweetheart… don’t get greedy when I’m working”, he says with a sweet voice, but you can recognize the stern undertone. “Attending another opening, Gyu? What is it this time?”, you ask him and your voice wavers a bit as you feel his cock resting on your still drenched slit. “A friend of mine is opening his own club next week in Gangnam and he wants me to attend the event”, Mingyu replies, grinding his hips on you slowly and chuckling at your neediness, “You know…For exposure and stuff”, he adds and attaches his lips on the base of your neck, sloppily sucking on the spot. “A-As if you don’t like going to c-clubs”, you whine, “Gossip magazines are all about your club escapades -fuck!”, you’re cut off mid-sentence as Mingyu slides his cock in your cunt again, knocking the air out of your lungs. “You’re one to talk, princess - sipping on high end champagne at luxury lounges isn’t quite far off from my way of entertainment”, he retorts and wraps his large hand around your throat, pressing the sides softly. He laughs once he feels your cunt tighten around his shaft and notices how your eyes flutter from the incoming pleasure you’re experiencing. 

“We’re similar in more ways than one, my dear Y/N”, he trails wet kisses from your neck to your jawline, his cock completely still inside you. “I just happen to be a lil’ bit more fucked up than you”, he whispers in your ear and bucks his hips into you, a loud gasp escaping your lips. He props himself on his hands and starts ramming his cock in your cunt again, just like he did ten minutes ago, still hard from watching his own cum dripping from you. 

“F-Fuck! F-Feels so good, Gyu!”, you whine underneath him, your tits bouncing with every thrust he delivers. “First on the plane back home and now on the bed you share with your pretty little photographer? Talk about an upgrade, princess”, Mingyu sneers and the sound of your phone ringing on your nightstand cuts through the sexual atmosphere. He stretches his arm and picks the device in his hand, an impish grin on his lips. “Speak of the devil”, he shows you the screen and your eyes widen with horror when you see Joshua’s name on it.

“Mingyu, pull out-”, “Answer it, Y/N”, “But-”, “I said. Answer the fucking phone”, he lowers his tone and you pick it up, your heart hammering against your ribcage.

“H-Hey Shua”, “Put it on speaker”, Mingyu mouths and you press the speaker option on your screen. “Hey babe, what’s up?”, the sweet voice of your boyfriend echoes in the room, “A-All good, baby. W-What about you? Is everything r-ready for the exhibition?”, you ask with the most normal tone you can muster. “Yes, finally, thank God - hey, are you okay? You sound like you’re panting”, he asks with a worried tone and you bite your bottom lip hard from guilt and embarrassment. “Answer his question, baby”, Mingyu leans down to whisper in your ear teasingly. “I’m okay, Joshie! I’m w-watching a new workout routine video!”, you blatantly lie and your lips are parted in a silent scream as Mingyu changes his pace to painstakingly slow yet full thrusts, your mind spinning from the curves and ridges of his cock rubbing deliciously against your tight walls.

“Take it easy, champion. I don’t want you to be tired later”, Joshua chuckles from the other end of the call. “Y-You got something planned for us?”, “Can’t tell you much, but you should dress up nicely, sweetheart~”, “When will you be h-home?”, you suppress a moan while keeping up with the conversation, Mingyu getting more pissed with each passing second. “I’ll be home in an hour. Better be ready by then, baby”, “Okay, baby. See you then”, you end the call in a haste and you let out a ragged breath, hoping you were persuasive enough to deceive your boyfriend. 

“I’m sorry - ah!”, you whine pathetically as Mingyu pulls out and manhandles you into all fours, pressing your head in the mattress as he slams his cock back in your cunt, ramming it at a rather brutal pace. “You really are a greedy little bitch, huh? Arranging a stupid date with your stupid little boyfriend all while your slutty cunt is filled with my cock”, he grits his teeth, nails digging in the skin of your waist, “Maybe I should dump all of my cum in your hole again, make you keep it inside your cunt as you get ready for your little date. How does that sound, sweetheart?”, he grips your hair and pulls your head back. “Please cum in me, Gyu, please!”, you sob loudly, thighs visibly trembling. “Cumming already, babygirl? Go on then, cum on my cock like the whore you are, make us both cum”, he growls and you scream his name when your orgasm hits you, squirting unstoppably with each of his thrust. “That’s it, baby, show how much of a cockdrunk whore you are, squirt more for me”, he chuckles darkly as he keeps thrusting his cock inside you, spurting his cum and painting your walls white once more. “T-Too much, Gyu, it’s t-too much!”, you sob from overstimulation and Mingyu pulls out, making you gasp from the loss between your legs. 

“W-What the fuck!”, you curse at him, feeling too weak to turn around and get up from the bed. “Don’t curse at me, sweetheart, you know you don’t have much time left either way”, Mingyu scoffs as he gets dressed, “Besides, you don’t really want your little prince to see us together, right?”, “You have a point there”, you huff and try to get up, but your legs are still too wobbly. “Easy now, princess”, Mingyu strides towards you and wraps his arms around your midriff to keep you from falling on the floor. “Here you go again…”, you mutter through gritted teeth, but Mingyu cuts you off with a searing kiss that lasts merely a few seconds and he pulls away once he makes sure you can stand on your own two feet. “I’d love to stay more, but you need to get ready for your date”, he punctuates the last word with a rather bitter tone and puts on his sunglasses, his hand on the door. “Oh and you better change those sheets, baby. We don’t want to show dear Joshie the mess you made, right?”, he adds and bids you farewell with his lips puckered in the shape of a flying kiss, closing the door behind him. 

“So much for acting like a gentleman….”, you roll your eyes and the roaring engine of Mingyu’s Mustang catches your attention, watching as the sleek black vehicle disappears from the gate of the penthouse, hoping he’ll make it in Seoul before crossing paths with Joshua. Speaking of which, you now have approximately forty minutes to change the ruined sheets, clean yourself up and get ready before your boyfriend is home to pick you up.

You decide to hop into the shower and get cleaned up, the mess between your legs proving too much to handle. The water cascading on your naked body soothes you immediately and you bring your hand between your legs, gasping at the amount of cum that dribbles on the tiled floor. “Gosh, that man..”, you half moan and slip two fingers inside, pumping them steadily to push all of his cum out and clean yourself good, but you can’t help but moan even louder, your digits gaining speed and Mingyu’s name slipping past your lips like a mantra as you cum for the fourth time today, your body slumping against the wet wall. 

It takes you a few seconds to realize that you need to get out of the shower as soon as possible and you hastily pour some shower gel on your body, rubbing it all over to remove your sweat (and cum), washing your hair afterwards and turning off the water as soon as the foam from your head and body is washed away. You check the time on your phone and you have approximately twenty five minutes left to dress up and cover up any trace of Mingyu left behind. You completely remove the soiled bed sheets and toss them into the hamper, hastily putting new ones on the mattress, not caring about the forming wrinkles of the fabric.

“Closet, closet…”, you anxiously mutter and run towards your closet, opening it to search through the myriad of clothes. You take a peek at the built-in mirror and your eyes wander on your reflection, red and purple blotches littered across your skin. Thank God they can be covered, you think and opt for a black, long sleeve turtleneck dress that rests a bit above your knees. You put on a fresh set of underwear and slip into your dress, checking the time again - 6:45. Joshua was merely a few minutes away from home and your hair was still wet, no makeup, shoes or any other accessory on. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”, you squeal in a state of panic as you rummage through your drawers to find a bag and a few jewelry to put on, along with a pair of strappy stiletto heels.

You run back and forth in the bedroom and bathroom, your mind turned into that cartoonish, black scribble, completely missing Joshua parking his car right outside the entrance of your penthouse (blame it on the soundless engine). You’re hurriedly blow-drying your hair and the sound of the hairdryer is completely cancelling any other sound around you, including the door clicking shut. 

“Still not ready?”, Joshua stands on the doorframe of the bathroom and you yelp, the hairdryer almost falling from your hands. “Fuck- you scared me!”, you whine and unplug the device, picking up the hairbrush, in an attempt to tidy up your hair. “I didn’t mean to, but I thought I told you to be ready when I get home”, he raises an eyebrow playfully and you gulp from embarrassment, the gears in our brain turning rapidly in order to find a believable lie. 

“I got carried away with that work out program and got into the bathroom kinda late...”, you explain with the most stable voice you can muster, all while smoothing down your hair and working on your makeup. “You do realize you look perfect, don’t you?”, Joshua chuckles. “I just wanna be fit, okay?”, you retort while applying foundation. “I know, angel, I know. I just want you to... not lose yourself”, “What do you mean, Josh?”, “I mean that working 24/7 as an influencer could have a... not so positive impact on your mental state, since there’s a lot of toxicity going around social media”,  he chooses his words carefully. “Awww Joshie”, you feel your heart melt at his heartfelt words and you can’t help but give him a tight hug, “I know how much you care about me, but you really don’t have to worry, okay?”, you pull away and press a soft kiss on his lips.

“I hope you’re done with your makeup, because we’re really going to miss that reservation”, Joshua laughs, “Just let me put some mascara and lipstick on at least!”, you whine and slap the aformentioned makeup products on and take your purse with you, looping your arm around Joshua’s, his hand resting on the small of your back as you exit your house, making your way towards the car.

You had missed these moments with your boyfriend - playful banter, sharing a nice meal, exchanging kisses and encouraging, honest words of love.

You missed those moments.

Yet why were you still lying to him about your secret affair with Mingyu?