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[thevoidscreams]

hello! I can ask for something from the emperor of mankind.

the reader being a perpetual who is the legitimate wife of the emperor but they fought over her decision to separate her soul in two (star Child), which is why she was hiding for a long time traveling from planet to planet.

But Magnus luckily finds her and tells her father, knowing what she was like from her conversations before her capsules were taken away by the warp.

The angry emperor plans to lock her in the palace until they reconcile, after all she is his only love in his entire long life along with his children needing to meet their mother and her possible new siblings who will be born in the coming months. (some predator/prey, size kink, breeding, rough sex)

The wording of your question confuses because the emperor split his soul, removing his love, compassion and humanity, so he'd be able to face Horus in battle and be able to kill his son without the pain of killing his son, which is where Starchild came from. So I'm gonna have to screw around with the plot to actually make this work, but I will try my best to not completely overhaul the whole ask. But I don't think I can make the Starchild thing make sense, I'm sorry.

Warnings for: predator/prey, size kink, breeding, rough sex.

Word count: 3627

The whole point of planet hopping had been to make yourself as in-findable as possible. To just be a face in the crowds of trillions if not more people across the galaxy. To stay away from your lunatic of a husband as much as humanly possible. But the luck had to run dry at some point. The jig had to be up, but what you didn't expect was for it to be up at the hands of your son. You knew him even before he'd spoken a word to you. This behemoth you'd never even met. You knew the feel of his soul and the gentle touch of his mind. You had not known his name, he was taken from you before you'd even even held him. But you knew he was yours. He seemed to understand that as well. The first title he addressed you by, almost in total shock was 'Mother', as he'd dropped to his knees in front of you, taking your hand as tears misted his singular eye. You did not run from him. Why? You couldn't be certain, perhaps it was because your love was so instant when you'd seen him, a deep hollowing ache that had been eating at you since the capsules had been taken. Since that fool you called your husband confessed to you what he'd done. The deals he'd made and the promises he'd broken. The knowledge that he'd consorted with the very dark powers he'd condemned so often and so long had been too much and you'd fought with him, for many days and nights. Both shouting and screaming in a way so uncharacteristic of you both, saying things that could not be taken back. When he'd told you that perhaps your marriage had been a mistake in the heat of his anger you'd had enough of him, leaving that night without his knowledge, not even leaving a note as you trekked across the stars under the guise of a merchant going to set up shop on one of the other worlds inhabited by your kind. The ease with which you left had shocked even you. But you needed time away from him. Away from the dying Terra to gather your thoughts and decide what you really needed. You hadn't expected to ever be back on Terra, but Magnus was highly praised for bringing you home. "So are we just not going to talk about what happened?" You demanded as the Emperor brought you into the palace, which had been very fortified by whom you did not know then. You'd come to learn it was another of your sons. Dorn. "My love, it is history, what happened between us, the fighting, the hurt, it is all behind us." "Behind you maybe." You'd sniped and he clenched his fists in anger. "We have our sons again. Now you can be the mother you were meant to be. Before you abandoned this family." His words cut but you knew that hashing it out would only lead to more fighting. You were tired from fighting and running, so you dropped it for another time. Your husband, who was still legally your husband, even if he didn't feel like it at the time, had recalled all his children. All of your children. The sons who you'd dreamed of for years on end. Suddenly they were all there. Having traveled to meet you, their mother.

Your heart ached to meet them for so long, and you finally could, but the lost time when they had been gone still tore at your heart. The first time meeting brought many tears and often on both sides. Horus had held you close to his chest for almost an hour. And you found that it was like you had known him forever, even if you had only just met. Sanguinius and Vulkan were much the same. Others were more reserved. You found Roboute to be an excellent conversationalist, and the warmth you felt when he told you that he'd been cared for by a woman named Tarasha had eased some of your worries.

As they trickled in one by one you met almost all of them. All but two, and you wept harder than you had in a long time to learn of their fates. The emperor, a man you had held so much vitriol for, a man who you'd run from for so many years was the one to hold you as you wept, despite the fact you did not want him to at first. He held you, kissing your forehead as you poured out your misery into his chest.

It was the first time you'd let him touch you after your return. He'd carried you to bed after you'd cried yourself to sleep in his arms. Despite the loss you endeavored to make the most of the time you had with your sons, coming to know their personalities and their quirks and you loved them all the more for it.

When they left you felt so empty again. The laughter and discussions around the palace were replaced by silence and shadows.

You had taken solace in Malcador of all men, he was a good sounding board for thoughts and feelings. And he cared in a way that only truly old friends could. "He tore the palace apart that morning." Malcador had told you over a cup of tea one evening. "The morning after the night you left. The whole of the planet was put on high alert and he had the custodes look for you, they combed the planet, then the moon, and every other planet in the system. He was beside himself with grief. First his sons, then you."

You wished the words didn't cut as deeply as they did. You wished you could scoff and tell Malcador that you were glad for his pain. But you couldn't, because you had hurt too. After leaving, clinging to the threads of your anger to shield you from the torment you'd felt inside.

"I guess we both said and did some pretty dumb things." You whispered, trembling you hadn't even realized you were crying until Malcador reached out and brushed a tear off your cheek. "You still love him." Malcador observed, it wasn't a question, but a statement of fact that even you could not deny. "He still loves you as well." The words hit you like a hammer, and the tears came more freely. "I don't know what to do." You cried, the sigillite stood, and rounded the table to place a hand on your shoulder. "It will do you no good to dwell on it, and to keep hurting yourself the way you are. Pushing him away is only hurting you both." "I just want things to be like they were before." "That will never be. You can only move forward from here. The past cannot be rewritten, but you hold the quill as you move forward with your own story." He left you with that and you let his words resonate for a long time, deciding what you would do. You made your way down the halls still re-familiarizing your way to and from places, and growing accustomed to the title of empress as serfs bowed and greeted you as you passed. His room was not hard to find. You had been there before. It used to be your room as well. You knocked, and where bid to enter. The emperor's expression lightened as you came in. "You do not have to knock, this is your room as well." He told you, smiling softly. "I've been away a long time. It didn't feel right to just walk in. What if you'd been indecent?"

That only made him laugh. "It would be nothing you hadn't seen before." You made your way over to him, where he was considering some of the books in his personal collection. You weren't sure what the future would hold for you, but you knew what the past had entailed and you made your choice. Your arms encircled his chest and you pulled him in close. You could feel the shock you caused from the action as you began to pull away but were suddenly crushed against him in a warm over powering hug. "I have missed you, my Empress." "And I you." He lifted you into his arms and carried you to his comfortable chair, holding you in his lap as he said something you did not expect. "I am sorry." The words seemed foreign to him. "I am sorry for hurting you, both with my words and my actions. There is nothing I should not have trusted you with. Nothing I should have kept from you, especially in regards to our sons." His lips pressed to your forehead and he let his kiss there linger. "You are my wife, my other half. You should have been the first to know." "I would never have allowed it if you had told me." You stated. "I know, but it was still wrong to keep it from you as I did. And what's worse is I hurt you when you were still hurting, I regret ever telling you such things. I do not regret our marriage and I would marry you, again, over and over no matter the outcome." You held him as he held you. Letting the hurt ebb from you in his arms.

"I'm sorry for leaving, I didn't think about it. I just did it in the heat of the moment, I ran away instead of fixing the problem because it was easier."

The shadows in the room lengthened as dusk turned to night and he carried you to your bed. The very one he'd built with you. "I love you my Empress." You sighed, melting into him. "I love you too."

That night he made love to you again, for the first time in a long time. It was slow and tender, as you both learned the other's body over again.

The following weeks were quiet, the tension between the two of you was settled. Your husband had been staying on Terra with you despite his need to return to the crusade. "I want to go with you. I will not be left here. I am just as capable of warcraft as you are. I used to help you plan, remember?" You told him firmly. "Of course, but I would still prefer it if you did stay here where it is safer." "If you make me stay I will leave again. That's a promise." A dark sort of expression crossed his features but you didn't back down. "Very well, I'll make you a deal. If you can evade me for a whole hour, I will allow you to accompany me as I return Horus and continue our fight to reunify humanity." He rounded his desk and took your chin into his fingers, he was taller than you by more than a foot at the moment and you needed to look up to see his face. "But if I catch you, then you will stay here, having proven to me that you are not fit." "I understand. And when are we to start this little game of ours?" You asked, backing towards the door ever so slightly. His mouth split into a wicked grin. "Right now." You darted away as his hand swiped for you. Your heart suddenly racing as you blindly charge down one hallway then another. After a time you could not hear his footsteps and you assumed you lost him for the moment. The opening act of your little game had eaten up about 5 minutes. Only 55 left to go. You slipped into a door, remembering that this one led down to a lower level where laundering was done. It was dim but you could use that to your advantage. You could feel his aura, even from so far away and knew that he would be in this vicinity soon, and hiding from a man like him wasn't easy, even if you'd done it for so many years, that had been with the benefit of plants and countless light years between you. Another five passed in relative quiet. You did however almost scare the life out of a poor laundress as she went to move a rolling cart of linens only to find you sneaking behind it. Apologizing to her profusely you left the rattled woman behind to finish her work. 49 minutes to go.

You had peaked through the doorway leading out of the laundry room when you nearly took a massive hand to the face. "There you are." He laughed and your body kicked into high gear as you turned tail and fled. He was hot on your heels, but he did not use his warped based abilities to grab you or hinder you. Strange you thought. If only you'd been more focused on the hall instead of the thought you might have noticed in time. Your body met a hard immovable wall as you turned a corner. Arms curled around you, keeping you from you falling or running away. "Hey!" You squeaked and writhed as a familiar chuckle shook your trapped body. "And now I have you. You cannot escape." Your eyes lifted to see the very man you'd been trying to escape. "You CHEATED!" You shouted at him as he hauled you over his shoulder to carry back to your chambers. "I did no such things. I used what abilities I had to win a challenge we were both partaking in. That is all." You huffed. "You used your psychic abilities to make a fake you to chase me. How is that not cheating?" You demanded as he pushed open the door to your shared room. "We never agreed that I couldn't." That was true, but it still felt like cheating to you.

You hit the bed with a thump and you glared up at him, but you were shocked by the expression on his face. It was like hunger, but something more intense and darker. "You are mine, empress, and you always will be." His hand clenched around the fabric of your dress and it came apart into shreds as he tore it from your body. "Now I do believe it is time for me to have my prize, don't you think?" Your body flushed hot under his gaze. "Yes." You murmured as he tore away his own garments. The bed creaked under his as he loomed over you. He was still much bigger than you at the moment and it made what he was about to do all the more thrilling. His cock strained and you felt a drop of something warm hit your stomach. Your gaze flicked down to see the tip was oozing a stream of thick precum onto your skin. "You are mine, all mine." He growled his body shifting as he pulled your legs over his hips and around his waist. The tip of his manhood pressed to your entrance as he began to push in. You were already wet, but the sudden stretch of his cock being bigger than you were accustomed had you wiggling to get off as you cried out in shock.

One of his massive hands clamped around your throat to hold you in place. "No, you stay right there. I'm taking what's mine." He growled again, forcing more of his length into you. A pained cry jumped from your throat as he bottomed out. "Good. You take me so well." His voice was deep and his breath hot so close to your ear and his praise made you whine softly in pleasure. You felt like a tiny rabbit trapped in the talons of an eagle. Unable to get away, yet instead of terrifying you it only made the situation more arousing. His hand stayed fixed around your throat as he pulled out and thrust back in. You cried out again, this time with need and desire for him. He smiled, his hand tightening slightly around your throat. He'd not said anything to you, to anyone really about the way he'd felt when he saw you interacting with your sons, the way you cared for each of them stirred something deep in his core. He would not ever let you go, never again. You were his wife, his empress, you were the mother of his children. You were his. Now and forever. And he intended to see that you stayed by his side. He would not lose you. He could not even bear the thought. He pinned you further into the bed as he rutted into you. His cock stretched you to your fullest as he took his pleasure and in turn gave you yours. You began to whine his name, his true name as he fucked you with reckless abandon.

Your hand wrapped around the wrist of the hand he used to hold you down by your throat and his eyes narrowed as he had a thought, something he hadn't taken the time to fully appreciate until now. Your rings, the ones used to symbolize your marriage to him. You still wore yours. Had you been wearing it when Magnus brought you back? He thought back to the day he'd seen you again for the first time. His emotions had been running so high he'd not even noticed. In his mind he saw you walk from the thunderhawk with Magnus at your back. You had. The rings had been there, both the engagement and the wedding band. His chest felt tight as he stared down at them. Well that did it. He wasn't leaving you, even if he'd won your little game. You were his, and he knew the perfect way to cement that fact. His hips snapped into yours, he mind fixed on his goal, even as he pushed your legs up, nearly folding you in half as he continued at his brutal pace. He was going to fill you to the brim until you leaked his seed. Then he would give you another load just for good measure. "My darling wife." He panted. "I believe it is time that you and I finally see to that wish which till now has had to be postponed." He grunted, allowing himself to succumb to his pleasure as you came apart below him. He came, pushing his cock all the way in, nudging your cervix so he was sure that less of it would leak out.

"Neo-" You began but your voice was immediately cut off as he pressed his lips to your. His hips are drawing back to thrust into you once more. He was pleased by the way you gasped and suddenly reached for him, grabbing him close to ground yourself.

"I am not done with you yet, my Empress. We have so much to achieve before we head off." He kissed your cheek and rolled his hips a bit more gently than before, after all he couldn't risk tiring you out too soon, he had to be sure that his cum did as he desired, sowing life and the future of the imperium.

Horus was delighted to see you again, as was he glad for the return of his father as he made the long voyage across the stars to reunite the lost pockets of humanity that had been lost during the dark age.

You sat quietly by your husband's side as he read reports and kept things flowing in an orderly fashion. You pressed your head into his side trying to get his attention. He chuckled and pulled you into his lap. "You've become such a needy little thing haven't you." His smile was warm as he placed his hand over your stomach and you felt your child immediately react to his presence as they rolled closer to his hand. "I think our little one is almost as excited to get here as we are for them. Still, do you think they'll be a boy or girl?" He chuckled. "I can sense their aura growing stronger by the day, they'll be a strong and healthy child. That is what I am most concerned with." You nodded I suppose.

"You looked up at the clock on the wall and grinned. "We have some time before we have to be anywhere else." Neoth knew immediately what it was you were insinuating and he set the slate he'd been reading aside. "It would seem we do." He purred, his hand gliding under your shirt to cup one of your breasts. "Why don't we make the most of it?"

Horus had been knocking for several minutes and he began to get a bit worried. His mother and father were supposed to meet him almost half an hour ago. He waited until he finally heard the lock turn and the door slide open, his mother stood there, hair hastily brushed back as if it had recently been disheveled and her clothes were still a tad rumpled.

"Yes Horus, is everything alright?" You asked, a bit breathless. The primarch suddenly understood what he'd interrupted and felt his worry turn to embarrassment. "You and Father were supposed to join us for supper." "Oh, goodness that's right. We must have lost track of time. Give us a few minutes to uh... finish what we were doing and we'll join you, shortly. Okay?" He nodded, cheeks pink. The door slid shut and the primarch went to wait down the hall a ways. He loved his mother and father dearly. But he didn't want to hear what it was that they needed to finish. At least they'd locked the door this time he thought gratefully.

[smolvenger]

Could I Have The McOrgasm, Please? (Loki x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Summary: You love Loki, but he loves another. You must join Loki on his trip to get Sylvie back by going to the McDonald's she's working at. No matter how much it hurts you on the inside...

Warnings: SMUT AT THE END! NSFW! (Oral, fem receiving, inappropriate uses of Loki's shadow powers, dirty talk, p in v sex). Angst and unrequited (or is it?) love with eventual fluff. Being Anti-Slyki and Anti-Sylvie so if you like the character or pairing you have been warned. This is my indulgent coping method for not getting with a fictional character. Also, as this is published, I don't know what the eff is going to happen in season 2. I just want this out so I can escape to delulu land when canon disappoints me.

Word Count: >8K (phew)

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A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

“Yes, she will be there,” Loki confirmed, looking at the restaurant.

You put your hands in your pockets. You were with Loki, Mobius, and a gentleman in a TVA jumpsuit at the McDonalds where Sylvie apparently worked. Just a hop, skip, and jump away. How much you took for granted-just traveling anywhere in space and time. Only, for this place and time was the one place you didn’t want to be. You wished you were anywhere else. A natural disaster, the poorest section of a medieval village, a gladiator tournament, a tuberculosis outbreak in London in the 1870’s-not this.

You didn’t want to watch as the man you loved went to pursue someone else. It was a peaceful place- just a McDonald's in the middle of a regular strip. The sun was gentle. Big clouds drifted in the sky. The birds were singing. You wanted to scream.

 You didn’t just like Loki as a friend. You loved Loki- him and only him. Loved him for a long time. Through the misadventures of life in the TVA, you helped him for long hours scouring over files. You ate lunch together. When the little capsules of pies arrived in the cafeteria for the lunch hour’s dessert options, you would pull out one for him and hand it with a smile. And when he cried over seeing what events were supposed to happen, you ran to embrace him.

Then one day he ran into the mysterious Loki variant- as it turned out her name was Sylvie. Just two days later he went missing with her. Then they reappeared. And then they vanished again. Then he reappeared and people were running in a panic. 

She left him. Kissed him, killed Kang, and then left him in the dust. But it didn’t occur to Loki that this was a betrayal he should be angry about. You remembered that day. He kept talking about her- until there was one phrase that hit you in the stomach.

“Please Y/N- I love her. Help me…help me find her and fix this!”

You would have preferred to be stabbed.

When he did say he loved her, you simply said “Oh, okay. I will.”

 You returned back to your room later that day. Forgetting the chaos and Mobius’s mysterious loss of memory. You sank onto the floor and cried. Cried so hard you couldn’t breathe. Cried so hard and curled up into a ball. Cried so hard you hardly slept for want of crying more.  

Even after what she did, he was still talking of her.  No. All he could talk of was Sylvie this and Slyvie that. Even with you. Why were you even doing this? 

“Uh…I don’t think I should be here…I think I should go back…” you murmured, taking a step back.

“You’re scared…of her? Y/N! You shouldn’t be! She’s incredible, you’ll love her! And you must- you’re the one who remembers what happened!” he insisted.

“What happened?” Mobius asked. The man in the jumpsuit only blinked.

“Y/N…please-I’m nervous…I need the support…” Loki begged at you. His mouth curled into a little frown and his eyes so big they shone like big stars.  You held in a breath. Those eyes. Damn, those eyes- like that of a kitten. You wanted to hug him and cuddle him- but you couldn’t. 

“Okay…” you voiced.

It was odd-not only being rejected, but being rejected for himself! How the hell would you explain that to a therapist?! The more you thought about it, the more it made you sick. The Spidermans in  New York apparently weren’t kissing each other, you heard. You shoved your arms to cross them and continued on. Perhaps if you walked quickly, you could get it over with. Holding your breath, you folded your arms and walked quickly in. Thinking of it like a vaccine- just a little pinch of pain for a brief bit, and then it would be over with. 

You stopped inside that bright, yellow building with its bright lights. There was a woman at the counter.

“Is that…” you asked.

Loki’s pale face turned a shade paler. “Yes.”

There you saw her. Not a glance- seeing her. Truly saw her up close. There were only glimpses when she ran around in the TVA. Here, her blonde hair was cut short beneath her cap and her eyes squinted in tired boredom. She smoothed her uniform. 

You noticed Loki see her. Frozen in his tracks, his mouth open.

“What are you waiting for?” you pressed. 

They kept looking at each other. With a shrug, she moved her eyes forward where a customer showed up to order a McFlurry. Loki blinked and turned to you.

“Does she recognize me?” he asked.

“Go ahead and find out. .” you replied.

“I…I feel like I can’t take another step…” Loki said, his chest falling in shallow breaths. 

Mobius waltzed up in front of you guys along with the variant man. 

“Well- I myself am starving hungry! Y/N-I bet you are too! Let’s order!” he churruped.

You followed them as Loki stayed a the door. Frozen in place. Mobius gestured to the counter. 

“Ladies first!” he chimed.

You stared at her as she finished the last order before you. Drinking in that now your invisible rival had a face. That “Sylvie” wasn’t a wisp of air, a pedestal you could never reach. But flesh and blood. That this was the woman Loki preferred. This was the woman who was Loki. Pale skin and short blonde hair. It seemed damp under her cap. Slender with a long, straight nose and pink lips. Sharp eyes like that of a falcon. Slight grace and ease with how she moved. And you knew from the hundreds of times how Loki boasted of how stupid Sylvie won some stupid fight with a stupid enemy in a stupidly easy manner. 

So many words were in there. You knew what she did. How miserable she really made him. After everything he did for her. And no matter if she felt the same or not, her actions did not account for it. What she did to him. The pure misery and despair on your beloved Loki’s face when she left him. The suffering she put him through even if he wasn’t aware of it. 

And envy. Yes, you were sick with envy. You hated yourself. You hated yourself because you weren’t her. And yet you hated her too. Only hate was swirling in her stomach. Your mouth stopped, for want of the thousands of things you could have said. The thousands of things you fantasized about saying, or doing. You took in a shaky breath, maybe to start one of them. To finally let it out. To scream at her. Yell in her face. They were there- words forming at you like grey clouds forming a thunderstorm. 

She beat you to it.

“Hello, welcome to McDonalds,” she said with a practiced smile. 

 She did not recognize you. She only gave you a nod and replied dutifully, like she repeated it 1,000 times every day.

“What would you like?” she asked, continuing on like she was an actor saying her lines.

To rip out all of your hair and scalp you until you’re screaming and bloody. You thought bitterly. But you did not say that.

“Could I have the-uh, Quarter pounder and small fries and a fountain drink, please?” you requested. 

She nodded with a small smile and tapped into the cash register. 

“My pleasure, coming up…” she said.

When you paid, she handed you the receipt. Then all you had to do was wait until the giant screen announced your order was ready. You felt dizzy as Mobius and the new guy ordered their food. 

Simple as that. Your motivation failed you. She didn’t know you. If you said or did anything, she would flee and get her manager. You would be known as “that” customer who made food service worker’s lives miserable. A story to be gasped or laughed about. And never showing you sympathetically. Or knowing the stories Loki would boast about her-whip out her own daggers and slice you into ribbons. 

You took a step back. Unable to peel her eyes off of her. Imagine her as he would describe- not in a uniform but in tight leather showing a perfect and beautiful slim body. A fighter who could defeat anyone in combat without blinking an eye and who could bring down the whole TVA. 

Could you do that? No- you weren’t some fierce, flawless, warrior goddess. No- you were afraid. Vulnerable. That was your curse-she was extraordinary. You were just ordinary.

You began to mentally list your personal insecurities. How could you even compare to her? No wonder Loki worshipped the ground she walked on after she used him as a punching bag. The screen announced your food and another worker handed you a tray with the burger, fries, and cup. That was a clear sign from the universe itself- might as well drown yourself in comfort food. 

You noticed Loki finally moved from his place. You couldn’t even watch- not even to get your drink. You grabbed your tray of food and fled to a far corner near the bathrooms. Where you couldn’t hear them, couldn’t see them. You wanted to huddle and hide and make yourself invisible.

Then you heard footsteps- rapidly walking around. You looked up to see who it was. It wasn’t Mobius. It wasn’t even the variant in the tracksuit- You could recognize that peachy ass in those brown office khakis anywhere. 

He turned his black curls everywhere as he turned his head to search. Loki went up to you, and then his shoulders relaxed. He even bent a little to meet eyes where you were sitting. 

“Y/N, all the way here?” he asked.

You were such a sucker for that face, especially how soft, how sweet he could look. How could you say no to his presence now? 

“Uh…yeah,” was all you could say. 

As he took a step forward to where you sat, he leaned down, his hands still in his jacket pockets. 

“Where were you- I got worried. Maybe someone had attacked you, or took you,” he fretted.

“I’m fine,” you lied as you took a bite of the burger. “Just wanted to sit here-more private.”

He then pulled up to the chair and sat across from you. 

“How’s the wedding planning?” you wanted to ask bitterly. You did not. You looked down at your food, then up at him. He sat so casually, so easily. He folded one leg over another and set an arm down. You pulled out your bag of fries. It was so piping hot it hurt a little- but that was how you liked it.

“I’m nervous too, Y/N. I have to tell you…I cried this morning…I know I have to face her. I’ve taken over cities, I’ve battled monsters, but this…this is different…” Loki confessed.

You chewed on a fry instead of replying. Tasting the crispy hot potato flavor. He let out a deep exhale, putting a hand lightly over his mouth. 

“What’s wrong with me, Y/N?” he asked.

You wiped the salt onto your pants. The words flowed out of you easily. Too easily. 

“Nothing is wrong with you, Loki! You’re the nicest, sweetest, bravest, sexiest being in the whole-”

“What was that last one?” he asked, tilting his head, his blue eyes squinting. 

You immediately froze, the fry you were about to eat hung in mid-air. You felt hot with embarrassment. 

“You’re the nicest, smartest being in the whole universe!” you said.

Before he could say anything else, you began digging further into those hot fries. “Mmph, These are so good. And just right-right when they’re out of the fryer.” You chatted on, desperate to change the subject after your little Freudian slip.

“Can I…try one?” he asked.

He held out his hand and you pressed a few fries into it. He chewed on them and then smiled as he tasted them.

“Not bad! Midgard food isn’t as pitiful as I thought!” he replied.

Mobius returned with his tray along with his companion. They ate and Mobius commented on how the Sweet and Sour sauce was his favorite. Loki looked at him, his smile dropping. Then he turned to you, his voice low. Mobius kept on chatting about everything to the variant. 

“He still doesn’t remember…It seems all who care about me just…either die or leave or hurt me…” he mourned.

“I don’t…and think of Thor. Yes, you two fight. But he loves you. And remember your own mother! They care about you. They always will…and so will I…” you assured him.

Your hand moved up to touch his, then froze and retreated. Then he turned to you.

“Y/N?”

“Mhhm?” you asked, a mouth full of food. 

“...You have salt on your chin…” he commented.

He reached out his hand to cup it. Your breath stopped at his touch- so gentle, so soft. His large thumb grazed over your chin slowly. Your mouth opened a little, feeling his light brush as his thumb swiped the bits of salt away. How small it seemed under his large hands. But he wasn’t hurting you in the slightest- it felt like a caress. A light kiss. Once his thumb went back to his hand, his eyes went to yours. Seeing his blueness, his large, dark pupils. As if something unspoken was exchanged between you. You saw him swallow hard. 

Taking in a deep breath after that, you retreated, putting your hands on your lap and looking down. The heaviness of sudden arousal from his touch had shocked your system. You reached for your drink to cool off but realized it was empty. You had eaten all of your meal. There wasn’t food you could use to hide now. You forced yourself to take deep breaths- in, two three four, out two three four. 

“There that’s…that’s better,” Loki said. 

“Thank you- it won’t be easy, but….one day, you won’t be sad about what happened. You won’t feel nervous or scared…you’ll get over it Loki, bit by bit,” you encouraged softly. 

He leaned forward in his chair, his hands folding on the table.

“Ah, tell me, my dear Y/N- Have you ever had your heart broken?”

The burger in your throat dried up. You took your napkin and bunched it into a ball in your hand. 

“Yes,” you answered plainly. Fighting back the urge to laugh.

“I never did! Never! None of that drama! I’ve never been more relieved!” Mobius sang out as he chewed on a nugget. His companion only kept tearing at his burger.

“Is it terrible?” Loki asked. His brows knotted in curiosity.

“Very. Still is,” you replied.

“How did you cope with it? You little mortals-going about your own lives and your own heartbreaks?” he asked generally.

You shoved aside the tray and folded your arms. Then you began to speak.

“Realizing that love shouldn’t be a prison.”

“A prison?” Loki repeated. He leaned forward. Staring right at you. Truly listening to you. You continued, though you felt your body tense up. Knowing what you said was honest- too honest. 

“I was…not with him in any way. He wasn’t my boyfriend or lover or hookup or whatever. This guy- I thought… he should be with whoever makes him happy….”

Even with someone who betrayed him, manipulated his feelings, and left him crying. 

“Love means letting go. It’s the right thing to do- it’s still hard though,” you finished. 

Loki registered nothing beneath the surface of that. He merely shrugged and raised his eyebrows. He looked at you, giving you a small smile. 

“I’m glad you’re alright and happy now, Y/N. I remembered the time you were about to fall off the TVA balcony right over those statues last month…”

“And you caught me-you saved my life!”

“To think…me…a hero for once…” he commented.

“That’s a Loki for you! A pure miracle for your kind!” Mobius commented. 

He took a long sip of his Sprite. 

 “Wow! Now this is a drink!” he exclaimed, inside the cup for the bubbly carbonation. 

“Well, Mobius, this isn’t fiction. No one is all good or all bad. And Loki, no one entirely bad does that…everyone’s a mix of good and bad,” you added on. 

“What’s your bad parts, Y/N? Any weaknesses” Loki asked curiously.

“I…get jealous…” you confessed. 

The god’s jaw lowered to the ground. His voice dared to raise a little bit from his surprise. 

“Jealous!? But…you’re…you’re so kind! I’m the jealous one!” he said. 

You continued on. The words poured out of you more quickly than you could register or control them. 

“It doesn’t mean I never feel jealous. Or am tempted to do things like take her face and smash it over the McDonad’s register.”

“What?!?!”

You stopped. A hand flew over your mouth to cover it. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, what the fuck was I thinking?!?! you cursed silently. Another slip. And this time, he heard it clearly. No hiding around it.

“Whose face are you talking about?” Loki asked further.

“I…Forget that…I didn’t say anything! Good luck with your meet-cute and reunion and all that. Have fun- bye!” you dismissed quickly. 

You grabbed your tray. 

“Y/N…wait…” he said.

“Where is she going?” Mobius asked, tilting his head. He then remembered he had more sweet and sour sauce with his McNuggets and began dipping into them with a childish glee.

He reached out and grabbed your arm. You pulled against him and he held you back.

“What’s going on!?” the god asked. 

“Don’t touch me- save it for her!” you hissed out. Yanking away from him- not even looking at his face. 

You looked right at the door and walked hurriedly. Momentum, panic, pulling you out of there. You kept your eyes on the exit as you dumped your trash into the bin. You walked to the outside of the McDonalds. It was sunny with the sun’s orange glow and a little chilly. You got the tempad from your pocket to return. But then you heard  Loki jog behind you. You kept walking down the pavement. Glad that there weren’t moving cars right now. If not, you wished a moving one would hit him and send him flying. But it didn’t. 

“Y/N, stop!” he insisted.

You stopped walking. But you turned around. You didn’t look at him- only at the rows of cars and empty parking spots in the strip. But you heard him behind you. 

“I’ve stopped. Now what?” you asked. At least you could hide behind sass and snark. It made the pain better. 

“Whose face were you talking about?” he asked. 

“I’ve got to go, Loki,” you urged.

“Y/N, wait!” he cried. 

You felt him grab you. He turned you around, his arms gripping you into place. His eyes were intense and his jaw lowered. He still looked so handsome- like a dream. His intensity, the feel of his bare hands on you making it more intense, making him more attractive. You were forced to face him. Your eyes were brimming with more tears. He almost shook you as he held you- so strong. His skin, his scent. Like he wouldn’t let go of that for the world. If only you could experience that for yourself. 

“Y/N….are you…jealous of Sylvie?” he asked.

“Yes. I’m sorry I said something about hurting her. I know it was wrong to-but yes. I’m jealous of her. Have been for a while. Isn’t it obvious?” you asked.

“Why?!”

You burst into tears. Your jaw tightened.

“I need to go, Loki…just let go, please,” you begged. 

As you moved he held his grip on you.

“No! You’re not going anywhere until you tell me why!” he demanded. 

You thought confessions like this should be done in moonlit gardens or sexy hotel suites or something. Not the parking lot of a fucking Mcdonald's. But here you were.

“Why? Because I love you, Loki. More than as my friend-much more.”

“You…love me?” he asked. His eyes were wide. His jaw dropped and then it closed back, his pink lips barely parted. 

Your words sputtered out. His grip relaxed on your arms. You had no choice but to look him in the eye and talk. 

“ I’ve always loved you…I’ve loved you every afternoon, on weekdays, on coffee breaks. I’ve admired and taken note of every one of your feats. I stayed by when you were sitting at the TVA crying when she opened the multiverse and left you. But…the thing with love…is that it means letting go…”

How handsome he looked. His jacket-how warm would it feel? Would it smell like him? And the shirt that hugged his body. You glanced down and felt twinges of lust mixed with your sadness. With a man as delectable as he, you couldn’t help it. How broad yet lean and strong he was. How his bare skin would feel against your bare skin. How many times have you fantasized nightly about having him in your bed? But there was only one being in these universes and timelines who would know. And it wasn’t you.

“What…Y/N…really…all this time…” Loki murmured. 

. You felt anger in your throat and venom in your voice. 

“If you think the best relationship you need is with a woman who is literally you with a vagina who you knew for three days and then left you in the dust for her own gain, then take it! Because…beacuase…”

You began to step away. Ready for him to be angry at your words about her. His eyebrows lowered and there was no anger- only his parted lips of shock. You began Crying again. You thought you saw him tear up too. 

“Because that’s what you want, what you choose…and I have to let you go…”

You turned on your heels and promptly left. Wiping your tears on your sleeve. Using the tempad, you returned to your home. You ran inside, fell on your bed, and sobbed.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

When Monday began, you were ready to work. You got in your nicer dress and cardigan for the day. The TVA office could get chilly. Right when you walked in, there was Loki. In his own work wear. You froze. What on earth were you going to say? What could you say?

“I was worried about you. How are you, Y/N? Feeling better?” he asked, putting his hands back in his pockets.

“You know…yes….yes I am…” you nodded.

He gave you a kind smile.  You waited for him to bring up what happened, what you said. He did not.

“How did…McDonalds go?” you asked.

“For your information, it went alright,” he informed you.

You felt a giant lump in your throat. You pulled your cardigan further over you-looking down on the floor as you spoke. 

“The reunion- did she-”

“She just wanted to focus on her job,” Loki answered before you could finish your statement.  He went up closer to you. “I hope your day at work goes well, my dear…if any supervisor gives you trouble, they’ll answer to me…wait- there’s a hair on your shirt,” he said.

He gently brushed it away on your shoulder.

“There you go- you look…you look nice today. The colors suit you,” he said.

“Oh, thank you.”

It was a normal, boring day. And the next day was a normal boring day- that was comforting. 

When you went into the cafeteria, you decided to buy lunch. After all, it was going to be the best meal they offered at the TVA- grilled ham and cheese with tomato soup-nice and warm. You counted your coins from your pocket to make up the total. It was cheap-but still eating at it every day could take a toll if you weren’t careful.

As you walked up with your change, the cafeteria lady shook her head in her hair net.

“Oh no- it’s on the house!” she said.

She gave you a smile as she brought a tray ready. Your own surprised face gleaming from the glass over the food.

“Really?!” you gasped incredulously. 

“Yes-your lunches are free from now on!” announced the cafeteria lady. 

“Oh…thank you!” you cried.

Smiling, she handed you a grilled ham and cheese and poured tomato soup into a bowl before handing it to you. They tasted especially warm and decadent. 

Loki appeared here and there. But he would ask after you. Talk to you. He never mentioned the warrior goddess version of himself to you. Not anymore, at least. But he didn’t bring up what he said. 

 As you got to your office desk on the fifth day, he was standing there- waiting for you. Your coworkers were watching with one eye from where they sat and worked. Some even stood up to see. 

“Hello, Y/N!” he greeted. 

 He walked forward and you gasped aloud when he turned. In his white hands was a glass vase full of fresh, beautiful flowers- your favorite kind. Bright and beautiful with a fragrance that sweetened the area that used to be full of the smell of crisp paper and old coffee. 

“I…I thought you might like this,” he offered, handing you the vase.

“I…I, uh…uh-thank you,” you said.

Why was he suddenly being nice? It then hit you- he still valued your friendship. Even if he didn’t feel the same, he didn’t want to let you go yet. Probably making peace. But you were in public, this wasn’t the time or place to discuss matters of the heart openly. But…that was better than a full friendship breakup. Of never seeing that mischievous, handsome god ever again.

You smelled the flowers and set them on your desk. He leaned against it, something glinting in his eyes. Something that made you feel fluttery and distracted you from the start of the day.  

“How’s the…Kang mission going?” you asked.

“Oh, it’s alright. If not well. A few bumps here and there- but things will probably be fine.  You have nothing to fear…but what about you? How is work?” he asked.

“It’s been downright slow the past few days. Then today it’s picked up, but…nothing I can’t handle.” you reported.

He leaned a little closer, the old trickster light beaming in his eyes. 

“Anyone being difficult? He asked. 

You couldn’t help but smile. 

“Some were in the past, but…but no.”

“Then…I hope you have a good day, Y/N. I will talk to you later. Don’t let them work you too hard, darling,” he said. 

He gave you a wink that sent butterflies into your stomach and then walked away.

How nice he was. Taking it so well. You always knew there was a little good in him. Even if all that was for someone who didn’t deserve him…

After work, you splurged on cheesecake and a bottle of wine.  You were going to need it.

After you got back home, you brought in your goods. You listened to sad music and cried to flush more of it out of your system.  Grieving Sylvie and Loki being a couple. Imagining them kissing and doing more than kissing by now a hundred times. You took a hot shower to cleanse every picture of it from yourself.  You changed into your pajama shirt and shorts. You sat on your chair in your room, ready to eat a generous helping of cheesecake and a generous glass of wine. 

You were going to go somewhere far from the TVA. You had to. Get a new job somewhere. Meet as many men as possible. Try other forms of dating. Or not just dating– just meet anyone. Forget him. Forget Loki. Forget his dark curls and blue eyes and sinful waist in those tight shirts and mischievous smile. Move on from him, move on from being rejected. Even if he was nice to you and wanted to still be friends. You were going to forget it all. Sacred timeline be damned. Your happiness and peace of mind was shattered.

Then it hit you…it was odd that out of nowhere you had free lunches at work. Why was that?

An answer hit you.

Could it…could it be…it was… No. It was bribery. Yes! All bribery because he needed help with some villain who lived in a mansion with purple robes and a flair for the dramatics. All being beside his perfect, flawless girlfriend. Having their love rubbed in your face. You wanted to spit. 

Right as you were about to take your first bite of cheesecake, There was a loud knock. 

“Y/N…please let me in…I have to talk with you,” a voice you knew too well asked from the door.

You gripped the seat of your chair.

“Loki?! Is that you?” you asked from where you sat. 

“Who else, darling?”

“Just use your magic and break into my place!” you replied.

“I’d rather enter with your permission…” he said. 

Not caring that you were in your sleepwear, you opened the door. Still in his jacket and TVA office wear, he stepped inside. Your hands curled into fists. He was beautiful as ever-jacket and cheekbones and all. You could have screamed at him. You could have punched him. You could have slammed the door in his face. 

But…you didn’t. You couldn’t.  You crossed your arms and took a step back, but you looked at him. 

“Loki…what are you doing here? What else can I say to you? Thanks for your gifts. I know you need help with Kang but…I can’t…I can’t do it…and you have someone waiting for you. Go to her. Go to who you love.” 

“But….I am with who I love…” he replied. 

A stone dropped into your stomach. Your whole body tightened. Your breath stopped and your throat ran dry.

He stepped inside. Then he cupped your face with both hands. 

“Y/N…I’ve been so blind…” he confessed.

Before another word was said, he kissed you on the lips. Deeply, sweetly. You smelled him- smelled popcorn and musk. Yet he tasted of cream on your lips, of froth. Like a dessert after dinner and twice as sweet. He held you so that your lips could stay together. Then he released, still holding your face. 

“Loki…what is this? What’s going on? Is this another…another of your tricks, then…” you asked, your voice only half of its strength. 

He kept you close. Looking right at you. His voice was so dulcet, so earnest. 

“It’s not. Y/N…I never realized how much you cared for me. How much you really did…and to think…I thought I was alone. But I wasn’t.  No one saw me…but you…and to think…all this time I was chasing after someone. A shadow. A dream. An illusion better than any I could conjure. An idea of her. Not realizing…that love, that sweetness I have wanted my whole life…was right in front of me…” he said softly.

“You finally came to your senses!” you cried.

Both of you let out a small laugh at that. 

“But…she’s with you to fight Kang- and you’re back together?” you asked.

“She doesn’t remember me. And she… wanted nothing to do with me. It struck me what she did…how she treated me. And then I thought of how you treated me…I kept thinking of you, thinking of you. I missed you. I looked for you. I…I didn’t want to cross paths with her…I realized…there was someone always there for me…yes-you…Oh, Y/N, I’ve been a fool,” he breathed. 

He held you and kissed you again and you almost gasped into it. Feeling him. You grabbed onto his jacket. Held him close-felt how close he was. His eyelashes. His tall cheekbones graze against your face. It made you shiver. He let go of the kiss, pressing his forehead onto yours.. Both of you closed your eyes and could hear his breathing fluttering.

“Y/N, my dear…can you forgive me?” he asked. 

“I can. Can you forgive me?” you asked. 

“I already have.”

He let go. He still kept his eyes on you as he reached his hand to the door and pushed it close. The momentum made it shut. His long finger made a swipe-out of it came a bit of green seidr. And you heard a click! The door locked in place.

“I wanted someone who loved me…who would take care of me…and it was you the whole time….it was you, Y/N…I…I don’t…” he muttered. 

He paused. Then he put his hands on his hips and looked down. He licked his lips and his eyes scattered, a blush on his cheeks. 

“I don’t…even know what to say now…how to put it…uh, Y/N…I…I, uh-”

“I love you too, Loki…and…I’m glad you’re okay now,” you breathed.

You were on him to kiss him again. He pulled you close. He moved a little tongue in. Your breath hitched from feeling him there. His hands on your back-keeping you pressed against him. Never wanting to let go. 

“Y/N…don’t let this end here. Let me stay…let me stay for tonight…” he whispered.

“You can stay,” you said with a nod. 

You felt his fingers dig into your skin. To leave his fingerprints on you. 

 He then moved on to kiss your neck. It tickled you a little. But he found a sensitive spot- a spot rarely kissed. He pressed his lips to it as he held you close. Then he used a bit of teeth. It elicited a groan from you. You felt him tense up as it escaped your lips. He sucked the area.

“Here…now you’ll never doubt that you are mine…and I am yours…”

 He made another bite, another mark. Arousal squirmed inside you, releasing out to your panties with his touch, his lips on your skin. He kissed you again and you melted into it. The friction between you was building up. He squared his hips to meet your own and you stifled a gasp. His hands wander down your body-exploring each curve and shape, hidden only by the thin cotton of your sleepwear. Feeling you like a discovery of forgotten land. Finding each nook and curve of your shape inside your clothes. But you did not move an inch away-but kept him there. You ran a hand up to feel his back-always so warm. Masculine even. 

“Loki…darling…” you moaned out as he kissed each bit of the sensitive skin between your neck and shoulder. His hands wrapped to be around your back.

He kissed you again. You reached your hand to rake through his dark curls- they had been washed and were so fresh and clean and soft-softer than the petals of the flowers on your desk. 

 You could feel something getting hard from his office pants. It brushed against the crotch of your own clothes and made you quench beneath.

“Y/N…my pet…I want…I want to have you…to have you now…will you let me?” he asked.

“Yes…yes, I do…I want you…” you agreed.

“Then… let's make up for lost time…” he growled.

He kept kissing you as he put his hands around your waist, grabbing you and taking you right to your bedroom. His hands moving back up to cup your face, to keep kissing you so close. He released and looked down at your clothes. He then touched your collar, seeing where it dipped, and showed a bit of your chest. He smiled as his hands went down, feeling the material. 

“If I knew this had any chance of happening, I would’ve worn something else…” you confessed.

“Does that really matter when the best part will always be beneath it?” he asked. 

With a flash of seidr from his fingers, the pajamas vanished and you were naked before him. You gasped at the cold. You fought the urge to cover yourself. It wasn’t that this was your first- but to show your body before Loki was a different matter. You have never wanted someone so bad, and you never felt more…vulnerable. Your arms flinched to cover your breasts then he caught you. 

“Ah-ah, Don’t hide your beauty from me, not anymore…” he said with a playful tone. 

He moved your arms aside to see you. He cupped one breast in his large, beautiful hand- thumb grazing the nipple, making you shiver. 

“Yes…that is the best part…” he said.

He kissed you again, his hand wandering down- feeling your bare back. Even grazing your bottom, then going up to your hips, your curves. He was feeling you- treasuring each inch of you. He kissed you again as you connected your hips to his. Electricity shooting through you. You let out a shuddering groan. He gave you another smile- it was so lustful, so devilisih, so him.  

“There’s something else I can do, my Y/N…would you like to try it?” he boasted quietly.

“Yes…show me what it is…”

“I can hold you back…tie you without any silk, any rope, any chains, any restraint…” he whispered. 

“How?” you pressed. 

There was a light flashing in his eyes-so light, so different. From the dim lights of your room out came shadows like his- with his horned helmets on them. The shadows lurched over and you almost gasped. Then they went down to the floor. 

“They can touch you- do you want to know what they feel like?” he asked.

“Yes…”

The shadows reached out their arms, traveling up. They felt like mist when they grazed your skin. But then one pulled up your first arm high- and it was strong. You couldn’t break out of it, no matter how you tugged. Then the other lifted your other arm up high. The light was still in Loki��s eyes, the shadows lifted you up before him. A prize free for his taking. He grinned as they wandered on how your position made your breasts dangle before him.

“Now…where were we…ah, yes…” he said.

The shadows were strong but gentle as they moved you over. You were floating-then they laid you on the bed. Your arms were lifted to remain high over your head as your back went over the duvet. Your arms were held over your head, laying over the pillow. 

“I…I like this power…”

He smirked, his hands still in his pockets.

“As do I…and I am bout to like them even more…”

More shadows appeared- they flicked across your legs.

“What pleasure is hidden between here- they can help show me, perhaps…”

They curled to your ankles and then gently opened your legs before him.-showing your dripping pussy before the god. He played cool. Only his quick breaths and the bulge in his pants hinted at his craving, his desire. Your breasts out and your legs opened- nothing hidden. Now the shadows had you out and open-something for him to devour, something out to be fucked.

He walked forward. He brought out a long finger. He touched your folds gently, sliding them down. You let out a gasp. 

“L-Loki…” you breathed out. It was so sinful, so filthy you couldn’t help but love it. 

“Why…this is quite the picture. If I could only paint it…but I only want this masterpiece for myself, and no one else.” he rasped. 

He walked over to the bed. Then he crawled so he was between your legs. The shadows keeping your legs open. His hand grazed over your inner thigh. 

“Here…you’ve been a good little angel Taking care of me. Shhhh-shhh- you don’t need to object, to think of my pleasure for now. You’ve worked so hard…now relax…let your god take care of you this time, darling.”

You were gasping and whimpering. He began to taste you- his tongue inside. He groaned as his tongue went further into your folds. His cold breath against your private wetness made public for him. Your arms flinched but the shadows held you tight. He flicked his tongue and you let out a small groan.

“L-L-Loki…yes…I-oh, oh god-yes…” you sputtered out.

His shadows lifted your hips so he could taste further. His tongue delved. It found your clit and you shuddered from it. He gave a few licks. He went up closer to where your clitoris was swollen and waiting for him. Then he stopped. 

“Now this…this tastes better than any of those Midgardian meal down there…This one is sweeter, with much more juices…and this one I can devour at no cost at all…”

You were whimpering-letting him lick your clit. Letting his tongue go through- each bit of you.  Explore you. Your own cries filled you up. But the shadows kept you wide open. 

“L-Loki…that…that feels so-so good…”

With a small gasp, you felt pleasure spiral in you. He licked a bit further-and soon it broke on you. Like the wings of a bird when it catches the wind and lifts up. The pleasure burst and you let out a gasp from your petit mort. 

Your heart was racing, and your blood coursing through you. Loki was smiling- his lips wet with your juices. And still fully clothed. 

“I hope they don’t replace me-I’ve yet to get my hands on you again, my pet.” 

He crawled on top of you. He kissed you so his tongue got into yours-another hole for him to claim. You could taste your own earthy scent and thick juices. Still restrained, he held you, grinding lightly onto you. Your hips lifted a little to meet his- no shadows needed. But you felt their cool touch curling around you. Touching all over you- he wanted to touch you, feel you, know you, devour you in every way. 

“Please…I want more…I want you…I want you inside of me, Loki…” you begged.

He smirked, a curl coming loose on his face. 

“Oh…my tongue was only to prepare you, my dear…I hope you are ready…”

“Yes…yes-please..I want you to fuck me, fuck me until I forget everything else…forget Kang, the TVA, timelines, all of it! I don’t care if it’s by your shadow’s cock or yours- I need you! All of you!” 

“You need only ask, my dove,” he purred.

The green seidr flashed with a tilt of his head, then down it went. It melted his clothes off.  He became naked. You underestimated how fit his body was. You forgot your words at this sight of his nakedness. How strong, muscled, and broad he was despite his leanness. His masculine hairs across his chest-his large, strong biceps. Abdominals and a very happy trail leading to his erect largeness. The shadows curled their grip around you. They pulled your legs to open wider. 

“I hope you’re ready for the love of a god,” he murmured. 

  He embraced you, kissing you as he began to sink in. Bit by slow bit. He got himself in, groaning. You let out a cry when all of him was inside. He was so big, you had to adjust. Your arms flinched again but they remained held back. His arms reached around you-keeping you close. He then held you- his own hands digging into your hips and thrusting into you. 

“Oh-oh, god!” you whimpered

“That’s- that’s what I like to- to hear-shall you try it again? Yes- yes-urgh- so-so tight, my love-yes-” he growled. 

He began to slowly thrust into you. He groaned into it- slow, but steady. Intruding your insides. He rolled with you, a gentle rolling of his body. Kissing you deeply. Then he kept at it. Your voice escaped you. His cock disappeared and reemerged. But he looked at your face, in your eyes as he fucked you into your bed. 

With a flick of his head, the shadows moved your legs so that your knees bent and you were angled deeper.

“Fuck! Oh-oh dear-Loki I-I-I can’t-shit-can’t believe this-this is-fuck- happening--happening right now-it’s-it’s-its-fuck!- too good to be true-” you breathed.

“Oh, it’s-it’s true darling…”

He thrust carefully, slowly. Then he picked up. His voice was like that of a hiss, right into your ear.

“And you’re-” Thrust. “-Mine.” Thrust.

He kept kissing you as he thrust, thrust, thrust. His shadows testing you, splaying you a little more open. Hearing each other's groans. Moaning your name, repeating it like a prayer of his own. A prayer only a god could give.  His own grunts were deep and guttural. He found the right pace. Painting with each thrust, thrust, thrust.

“Yes…yes, you’re-you’re mine and-yes-I will…I will be yours-we are at each other’s mercy…now…yes-”

His pace increased. His shadows holding you back bed hitting itself against the wall. Then the shadows moved so your legs flew right up by him. It was so wild, so fast. Then his long finger curled to your entrance. Finding the clit. Rubbing so hard- so much. Slam, slam, slam, slam. You gasped- it was the right, perfect place. You were going up, up in your pleasure. His finger tested your clit faster, harder with his thrusts. You felt his voice, his groans rising in pitch. And that bubbling, spinning feeling was going inside you, your toes clenching as your legs were up in the air. 

“Oh…oh gods…Loki…I’m going to cum again-I-I am…”

He held you close- this time his own flesh-his thrusts wilder, desperate. He was breathless, with every gasp, every taking in of pleasure, he urged you. His voice husky and to the point of breaking. 

“Yes-yes-go-there-I…I can’t—cum, darling, cum with me-your heat, your wetness-it’s going to-going to overwhelm me-I…I can’t I-yes-yes-cry out-cry out my name, darling…I-I-I-”

His thrusts were so wild, pounding you right into the bed. Nailing you there, completely taking you over. That sweet spot- thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust-when it hit like lightning that you let out what started as his name, and then you hit it, it became a shout. 

“L-Ah!”

It reverberated throughout your home. Whoever was next door or nearby would definitely hear it. With a strangled cry of his own, he arrived as well. 

His shadows retreated. He still wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling into you. His arms wrapping around you. He felt so warm- you could smell his sweat, feel how he had to catch his breath. Your heart was still reeling after that bout of pleasure. He hugged you close.

“Holy shit…” you breathed out.

He let out a small smile and you both laughed.

“To think I could’ve been enjoying…that all this time, my dear…” he said, he kissed you on the forehead. “And now…I hope you don’t mind that again….”

“Can it be every day?” you asked.

“Of course!” he laughed.

He sighed as you settled into each other.

“What are we going to tell Mobius…the TVA?” you wondered.

“We’ll think of something…” he said.

You sat up, wrapping the blanket around you. With a bit of magic, he conjured a large shirt over you-soft and comfortable. 

“I was going to get some wine and Cheesecake- would you like any?” you asked.

“Both Sounds lovely to me…but Y/N…I am genuinely sorry, I really am.” he said, his eyes wide and sweet. 

“And I genuinely forgive you…emotions make people do things-”

He grinned.

“Such as this,”

He pulled you to his lap. You hugged and kissed his cheek. Yes, you would figure out life as a couple in the TVA together. Life with some new villain back and on the rise. But for now…you had to just enjoy each other. This new, blossoming, new love. Yes- how good that word felt rumbling in your mind. It echoed as he joined you to get plates and glasses.

You both smiled as you had your first sips and ate your first bites. He thanked you with a kiss- tasting sweeter than any food, dessert or dinner- could ever taste to you.

[literary-illuminati]

2024 Book Review #63 – Saga, Book 1 by Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples

I first starting reading Saga a literal decade ago (I think literally because Rachel Maddow recommended it on a podcast? Which, god, what a 2010s sort of sentence). I absolutely loved it at the time, and read intermittently until it went on an extended hiatus. So extended, in fact, that I’d kind of assumed the series was dead and only learned it had restarted a couple years ago quite recently. So, seeing as I am now in need of a new comic, I figured I’d restart from scratch and work up to the new stuff. It holds up! (and the letters to the editor are a fascinating cultural time capsule).

The series follows Alana and Marko – star-crossed lovers who eloped together from opposite sides of a brutal and galaxy-spanning race-war – and their newborn daughter Hazel as they evade the numerous forces trying to see them all murdered before than can become an embarrassment. The first arcs of this are most one long blind panic finding transport off-world and only afterwards deciding upon a destination, it’s only in the last volume (with the pointed assistance of Marko’s parents) that there’s any thought of finding stability or a status quo. Along the way, both the family and the series collect a wider and wider circle of colourful hangers-on – and the narrative begins switching focus to give real narrative focus and character arcs to three different groups that find themselves tracking down the family. None of them are particularly happy lives, but they all make for very compelling drama.

The best way to describe this is I suppose a ‘science-fantasy dramedy’. Which sounds viscerally and violently wrong, but the comedy and the drama are both absolutely vital motors keeping it running. And this is the incredibly rare work that actually makes them work together seamlessly. It’s an incredibly vulgar book in a dozen different ways, but the characters are all plausible and compelling, and once you have granted the slightly contrived explanation for why both governments care so immensely about Marko and Alana the plot coheres enough to never take you out of the story. Which is helped by the pacing being fast and tight in a way that always kept me (at least) engaged. I do deduct points for the wise author character basically looking directly at the fourth wall and saying ‘and the profound message of my work is-’ (moreso because said message is truly eye-roll-inducingly vapid and dumb, granted), but that’s easily forgiven.

The comedy was...more hit-or-miss. There is a lot of clever wordplay and funny, high-context character beats. There are also a bunch of just absurd or striking visual gags or background details that really work. And then there is the giant with balls so big and hideous that they almost crush someone to death.

It’s been said (by people with far more knowledge of and investment in the medium than I) that mainstream American comics are these incredible wells of repressed sexuality – full of physically implausible women dressed for a burlesque and with panels framed by a particularly sleazy tabloid photographer, but oddly coy about actually talking about or including sex itself. Which tracks with my limited experiences, but might just be bullshit I don’t know – what I do know is that Saga is basically the exact opposite of that.

Which is to say, this is an intensely sexual comic, but an atypically non-sexualized one. Which is a bit of an odd distinction, but compare how Saga shows an uncensored orgy and how any given artist at a con draws prints of Power Girl and you’ll get the idea. This is on balance a very good thing, occasional junior-high-level visual gags and gross-out humour aside. Sex is a part of life, of varying importance to different people but something present and shaping the world regardless (and Marko and Alana very much do believably seem like a couple that’d have a kid together without a huge excess of planning beforehand).

Aside from Alana, Marko and Hazel (and hangers-on including a phantom babysitter and Marko’s somewhat-approving parents), the various groups hunting them get a really surprising amount of page-count – The Will, Lying Cat and Prince Robot are all basically main characters in their own right, and Gwendolyn, Sophie, Upsher and Doff aren’t fair off. It’s an immense accomplishment that a series of 28-30 page comics manages to bounce between so many characters and always keep them all moving, both physically and emotionally. (The character work and character design of this is worth at least the price of admission on its own, really).

The thing that most makes me love the comic is, I think, how it will introduce characters and tell you explicitly they are murderers and monsters – and then show them struggling and risking their life out of guilt or altruism or love, show them falling for people and being part of rich social worlds, show the trauma and baggage and shitty relationships that made them who they are. Make you care about them and root for them, want them to accomplish what they need to to get a happy ending – and then have them destroy something or kill someone else you’ve grown to care about. Aside from the really obvious stuff about intolerance and war, it’s one of the most consistent themes of the series that monsters have lives and loves too, which is frankly something I wish more stories (and just, people) took to heart.

The setting is glorious, in a ‘mural on the side of a stoner van’ sort of way. Laser guns and spaceships that are giant flying trees, a kingdom of robots with TVs for heads and the planet-sized egg of what’s basically a living black hole – nothing that’s designed to bear scrutiny, but endlessly inventive and evocative and clearly very fun for the artist.

The most striking thing is that – even for now, let alone fucking 2012 – the comic is just incredibly diverse. Even leaving aside the really weird or cartoonishy exaggerated species there’s more diversity in body type and silhouette in one crowd scene of Saga than in most Hollywood movies I’ve seen recently. Same with race and sexuality—the whole setting seeming functionally queernorm except for the one couple whose character arc requires that they come from Planet Homophobia is slightly eyeroll inducing but again, compared to the early 2010s norm it’s soaring so high above the bar you can’t even see the ground.

So yeah, have fallen entirely back in love with it. Can’t wait to start in on Book Two.

[shantalangel]

Since new canon information is here, I decided to make a list of all non-human and semi-human species of creatures that are currently present in Trigun Stampede. There are surprisingly many of them here; much more than in manga! Which is very intriguing, because it will certainly create new story arcs.

1) I called it Proto-Angel for clarity; on the art it is simply named "Plant". The mummy of a certain humanoid alien, which humans found during excavations on Earth – before Gunsmoke. For a long time they could not understand who it was and whose flesh it was, then they decided to resurrect it, but succeeded only by mixing it's DNA with human DNA.

2) And thus Plants were created. One of the first experimental ones had the same type of power as Vash - the opposite to most Plants, sucking energy from the surrounding world rather than producing it, - and with its help destroyed the laboratory of the creators (maybe it was Tesla? It’s not for nothing that her and Vash’s files on the ship were in the same folder). So the creation of Plants with this type of power was banned. Most Plants are clones of each other. A small percentage are born by breeding (both subtypes can breed with each other).

For convenience or some specific purposes, two types of Plants were created:

- Dependent: female humanoids living in in a liquid that protects them from the harmful effects of the outside world, because they have no immunity. Playing the role of a bioprinter, energy source, terraforming device and gravity generator, but unable to live without connections to certain equipment (as far as I remember, they need some kind of artificial regulation of the energy supply).

Since the concept art of Rem is shown on the same slide with them, I now wonder if it was her DNA that was used...

- Independent: ground-based and autonomous, wielding bio-weapons of enormous power (maybe everyone has them or only specific individuals. In manga, according to Nai, Tesla did not have weapon, but in both manga and anime her hand was held in a separate capsule, while Independent’ weapons are generated from the hand). Capable of merging both with Independent and Dependent - if that one being is not stronger than the other and their consciousnesses do not conflict. Both sexes; I think the Proto-Angel was asexual, and the sex of Plant is determined by female and male human genes - this would explain why in the first subtype there are only women, while in the second are both.

3) Conrad decided to create modified humans who would find it easier to survive on Gunsmoke. How exactly he wanted to do it is unclear - espesially since Plants may have many of their unique characteristic exactly because their body always connected to an alternative dimension through the Gate; where is their energy source and their mind lives in the form of the Core. So this modified humans are connected to some Core, or artificial one, maybe? Conrad began to somehow modified human children by Plants' DNA.

So, it’s already the formula of triple hybrid: (Proto-Angel + human DNA) + human.

The result was Nicholas, Livio, Monev (Rollo), E.G. Mine (the guy in bandages from 3 episodes); other test subjects did not survive.

How far this four are from humans and how closer to Plants, with what and how they were modified, is still unclear. Can they do some superhuman things like Elendira in the next experiment with hybrids is also a very intriguing question. But at least the healing blue liquid has the same glow as Plants. As well as material of at least Wolfwood's weapon (something turquoise, colored to imitate metal) (crazy theory - maybe Gun Ho Guns weapons are the same ephemeral thing that is Elendira's nails and Vash's angel arm, they just can't dematerialise it?).

4) But the first experiments didn’t turn human into Independent Plant, so Conrad started others. Judging by his words from episode 10, this time he genetically modified not children, but human embryos, resulting in Elendira.

In the context of this process were mentioned cloning and Nai’s help, but who is whose clone and a genetic relative is not yet clear.

Theory #1: Based on Elendira's apparently implanted eye, maybe this time humans were transplanted with Plant's entire organ - like in the old anime Vash's arm was transplanted to Legato and from it he received all his abilities.

So such a hybrid became closer to the Independents than to humans (including bio-weapons).

Theory #2: That was some kind of attempt to create a human embryo through a sisters’ “bioprinter”: that is, they look human visually, but physically are made of Plant DNA converted to human DNA by the same principle Plants create edible meat of animals. I think one of the reasons why humans never tried to create superbodies for themselves in Plants is because Plants can't create bodies that can live, only "dead" flash. That is, the organs or brain of such bodies will be incomplete and not viable.

What is the fundamental difference between hybrids from №4 and №5, the Independents and Nai’s future biological children is not yet clear to me. Perhaps new hybrids are weaker in terms of abilities, although they also have bio-weapons (Elendira’s nails).

Whether hybrids can merge together into a single being and whether they have Cores in another dimension is a very interesting question.

5) In the same room with Elendira are several capsules with other newborn cubs of indeterminate gender, similar in appearance to little sisters, but with strange fur or feathers on their arms and legs. After the art below, I had a guess that these are the pilots of Gray 9 Lives.

Gray in this anime is a giant robot the size of a mountain, inside of which are spheres with control devices and certain creatures connected to them, whom are literally built into it with no the possibility of escape. On the art below, the pilots clearly resemble these babies because they have Plant's petal appendages on their heads.

And here, in the center of a small city, apparently lies the same sphere, around which people built a fence and carefully covered it with a tent. The light inside is exactly the same as Plants’ one.

In other concept art, though, the pilots look completely different and mysterious, because they are not even close to any of the creatures on this long list. These are not humans, and not Plants, and probably not even mutants (although in manga had some very strange creatures: the golem servant of Legato, the original Gray's bio-body and pilots inside, and one mercenary with a face of the undead and big tusks from his chin). What is this even, who was it born from?!

6) Nai and sisters’ biological children. How they might differ from other Plants, and hybrids from №4, and why he even needed this whole “ritual”, I have no idea. Maybe it has something to do with the transfer of immunity that the Sisters don't have?

7) And, finally, Legato - he is a separate interesting person.

Manga: a completely inhuman long narrow tongue, the ability to control the flesh (but not the mind) and the processes of many living organisms at the same time (including animals and dying - cut in half Nai after July), as well as in his own body (judging by the battle with Vash in at the end of Trimax, he could even heal himself, or at least improve body characteristics), and even resurrect the dead (the head of the maniac who kept him in slavery; the murdered Elendira). I very much doubt that an ordinary human would have any possibility to do this, even with some special gadget with wires. Legato's connection is essentially a weaker version of the Plants' merge! Not to mention control over Nai (in the fortress, when he was a slave - did not allow to kill him with other fortresses residents) and Vash, whom he restrained for 7 months in a row - a superbeing, who's able to blow the moon. Plus, in one art, Legato has huge black claws on his hand.

Old anime: Vash's arm was transplanted to him, and he received all his abilities from it. It’s just gorgeous when Plants just merge with humans like that, even without consequences. 

New anime: beside controlling others, was given new ability - to crush giant parts of mechanisms like tin cans, from a very big distance. Also, as far as I remember, only in Stampede his hands are completely covered with gloves.

His child concept art, in addition to another version of the gadget, has some interesting device on those eye that is always covered with bangs.

Another interesting art, where he is holding some kind of complex automaton. Apparently, an analogue of those controlled by Leonoff. And his hands look like they're not gloves, but prosthetics like Vash's, or has blue skin.

[actuallysaiyan]

For your 8k Follower Event, may I please request Prompt 25 with Trunks as Person A and Person B being a female Capsule Corp employee who ends up stuck there during a raging blizzard?

warnings: kissing, vaginal fingering, smut, unprotected sex, love confession| dividers: @/adornedwithlight

It was just supposed to be a quick shift. You knew the weather wasn’t going to be nice, so you told him that you wouldn’t be staying too long. You did have a few things to look over with him, considering you worked for the company. And Trunks was always good to help you out with any issues you needed.

Trunks understood that you’d be leaving before long, though he wished you would just stay the night. He couldn’t quite get his feelings out for you, but he wished that someday he could confess. Someday, maybe Trunks would have the guts to tell you that he’s been in love with you since the moment he met you. Even if you’re one of his mother’s employees, he’s smitten with you.

When the power goes out, Trunks ushers you into the basement with him to try and figure out the breaker box. You’re holding the flashlight in place, and yet you’re so close and Trunks feels his cheeks warming up. He loves it when you’re this close but it makes him nervous.

“Ah…the snow made the weather go out. Not much I can do here.” He explains sheepishly. “But we’ve got candles.”

He grabs a few of the battery powered candles and he helps you back into his room. You look out the window noticing just how bad the roads are. It’ll be a while before you can leave. Trunks places his hand on your shoulder and you turn around to face him. You’re both so close to one another.

He blushes. “You can stay the night.”

You look at his lips. There’s something inside of you that’s just screaming at you to kiss him. Before you know it, Trunks finds the courage and he slams his lips down on yours. It’s a fury of getting your clothes off and rough kisses. All this pent up want and need is spilling over.

He gets you on the bed, the heat from your kisses making him feel so dizzy. You grab onto him, spreading your thighs for him. He continues to kiss you while his hand goes between your thighs, playing with your wet pussy and pushing one of his fingers into you. He grunts when he feels how warm you are.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Make those pretty noises just for me.”

You whine and plead with him, but Trunks doesn’t tease you. He sends you over the edge a few times before he slides into you with ease. Under the blankets, the two of you are warm and safe and beginning to build up some sweat.

It’s messy and the sheets are tangled but you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but with Trunks. He keeps you close, pressing kisses all over your neck and chest as he plunges into you over and over. You cry out as you reach your peak once more.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin before licking his way up your neck.

He feels close, but he’s desperate to keep things going. Trunks swears it almost feels like a dream. He’s worried that once this is done, he’ll wake up and you’ll be gone. But when you pull him in for another searing kiss, you let him know that this is indeed reality.

“Love you,” you pant.

“I love you too.”

[zeevoidlight]

Why didn't he protected them

Is actually difficult for me to discern because Vegeta and Bulma went from getting close to each other and starting to trust each other enough to be intimate, even if it was just for the sex, to Vegeta not caring if she and baby Trunks died at all, and Bulma being very distant from Vegeta while still being in a relationship. And I don't believe the thing some say that he didn't actually cared for her or didn't actually noticed her in a deeper way until much later (basically the idea that Vegeta was just Trunks sperm donor and only was with Bulma for the sex), nah. diss's moch complcated, i swear (nah not really, I just want an excuse to talk more about my obsession). (Note that I watched the latin version so my interpretation of the characters and context might be different from the English version).

I'll talk about these event and about saiyan culture regarding babies, Vegeta and Bulma's relationship during the Cell saga, and how Vegeta might have felt towards Baby Trunks and Future Trunks.

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Saiyans, family and culture

The popular idea is that yes, he was a major jerk by letting Bulma and Baby Trunks almost die at the start of the Android saga, and yeah, he actually was. But one thing that people often forget is that he is not human, he is a saiyan, and that kind of behavior wasn't that abnormal for his culture/species. Is actually expected.

I mean, Saiyan's used to send their babies (the weak ones) in capsules to other planets to pop out of the ship, project an artificial moon into the sky and start making havoc for months until everyone was dead. If the baby survives they will later go to the planet for him eventually to claim the planet and sell it, and I guess later reintegrate the little saiyan into their society again. Like a rite of passage just to acquire the right to live, otherwise they just die unceremoniously. (And it was a way to try to hide and justify mass child genocide by taking out the "weak genes" out of their population just like a Spartans would... *clears throat").

Even Bardock was like that (pre retcon because i will use the saiyan lore of the era to explain something of the same time period of it's creation). While the others were like "hey! You got a baby kid! Aren't you going to go to planet Vegeta to check on him? How about a celebration or something", and Bardock is like "NO. Who would want to visit a low class soldier like that, I'm not r-[redacted]" (man... DBZ Bardock was a different animal entirely, i freaking loved him). (I have the theory that Raditz was actually in the lower end of high class soldiers. maybe will talk about it in another post).

Anyway, yeah, that's basically the way of thinking of saiyans. A little bit like Piccolo's tough love type of survival training with Gohan but even more savage and detached because if they died and it was their kid it was gonna suck really bad and hurt a lot their pride but what had to happen happened since they cannot get involved in those first years and cannot go save them, end of story, make another baby, maybe the next one will be stronger. They just had babies to send them off, and they have a blood relation with each other but they didn't had the concept of a family, not exactly, like humans would have, usually though, because once again the royal family did had those kinds of bonds to precisely preserve their lineage and secure their babies would born powerful above everyone else.

Of course we all know Bardock was still worried about Kakarott and he wanted to appear tougher with his teammates, he was worried the same way every other saiyan does it in a very distant manner to not get their feelings get in the way of their job as warriors (I mean, he did passed by the nursery in his hurry and stopped to check on Goku while he was there after all). Much like King Vegeta himself who said that he didn't care about what happened to his son, Vegeta, after some saiyan royal adviser (or knight, idk) asks him if it's true that he will have to give his son to Frieza because Vegeta was going to be real in danger if he did in the flashback in the Frieza saga. He wasn't going to say "yes i do feel terrible for my son and it hurts me deeply" even if he was absolutely devastated, he says that he doesn't care because he cannot appear weak, and because it was also true what he said about being more angered by how Frieza had them under his thumb, in that moment he was decided to confront Frieza so he couldn't let himself feel.

And later Vegeta himself said he didn't cared about his race or his father to Dodoria when he was revealing the truth about their planet's destruction while at the same time is true that he was angered about being lied to and about being kept in their control since childhood . The thing is Vegeta doesn't care about the actual people of his race but more about what they represent and are supposed to be, only those who are saiyan in blood and meaning are worthy of calling themselves saiyan, that's why he doesn't revive them but he does care deeply and is proud of it, just in another level. And regarding his father we know he was lying because every time he remembers him in the series he does it fondly and with a lot of pride, like when he's outright telling Goku to avenge their parents, or when remembering him to give himself confidence that he will be able to become Ssj. Is not like they don't "care", but they have to be intelligent about what to reveal so it cannot be taken against them later and to a degree convince themselves on getting detached from many things to keep their fighting instincts up front and take decisions with their heads cold whatever had to happen. Just like we hear him say all terrified in Namek when Krillin got impaled by Frieza "What an idot!...That's what happened to him for paying attention to that Namekuseijin! (Dende)", and then after Gohan looses his mind and knocks Frieza down momentarily Vegeta tells Gohan "Don't loose your time worrying about him! [Krillin]. Do you think Frieza was going to die with that?!". Is what they don't say and try to hide (as we see explicitly with Vegeta when confronting Frieza he purposefully hid the existence of Goku from him and lied, making Frieza believe that Vegeta himself was the only saiyan survivor left but in his thoughts we hear him say "and Kakarott...").

Vegeta's priorities

Same can be said of Vegeta with baby Trunks, i would believe. Their children are their legacy in a way after all, and like an extension of themselves and their own ego. But what made Vegeta forget the feelings and pride he might have had with Bulma and Trunks to not even being a thing that was important is literally everything else going on around him at the same time in those years. It was a very conflicting era for him in several fronts, specially related to his place in the world, his newfound freedom from Frieza's hand since he was a child, him getting used to a new life in another culture, another planet, other type of people, his love relationship, his place as a saiyan in relation to the other few of his species, his title as prince among the low class saiyans that had surpassed him by this point and not by little, his twice stolen destiny to be the the legendary super saiyan that now that he became one as well he had to demonstrate he was the better Ssj among them, the news of him getting killed in the near future in another timeline by just some rando earthling androids that somehow were stronger than Frieza and that the android he defeated (19) alongside the other one (Gero) weren't the right ones, he was really pissed about it and starting to get worried, they couldn't sense the androids by their chi (ki), it was becoming a mess, and he absolutely HAD to be the one that would kill all the androids all on his own to go back to his rightful place in the power scale. Is quite the heavy burden.

So, family? his son? Bulma? ultimately they were at the end of the list of his priorities. And that is very clear thorough this entire first part, even when he was officially in his relationship with Bulma.

Bulma

That's partially why Bulma was attracted to him in the first place though, because he was extremely determined in his ambitions, she respects that, and saw how deeply it was hurting him when he had that training accident and was subconsciously talking in his sleep. She was going to carry that responsibility for him so he could focus on himself. That's why she doesn't reclaim him anything or judges him on things related to that other than jokingly. She knew what she was getting into and has always known. Unfortunately she isn't that responsible of a person herself though. That's why she herself puts her own life and Baby Trunks life in danger, because she is just as determined and obstinate, and Vegeta knows that as well, that's why he doesn't "care", because he respects her decisions as well (and ultimately can't do much about it either). If she wants to put their own lives in danger because she thinks she's up to their game is her responsibility then, not his, and he cannot get involved because he has a job to do regarding himself and his own battles, he had to be detached. Also he was annoyed and fed up with Bulma's stubbornness since he already told her not to be a stupid and do stupid things like put herself in danger way before when Frieza went to Earth, and now she's doing it again (the first time he thought it was hot though (it was so funny that he looks back at her and then talks to himself all thoughtful like "Not only she's vulgar but she's aggressive/daring too", translation -> 'I might like this chick'), but this time is a not cute at all). I don't think it was something personal, not even the "[..] foolish woman and her blasted child" thing, like he says in the english dub, he had more important things he had to worry about. What he says to Trunks in the latin dub is "What stupidities are you saying. I don't care in the slightest, you idiot" (i wish I could have found the japanese one but it is what it is and is the closest I have to it) so he doesn't say mean things to Bulma or Trunks specifically. The interesting part here is to think if Vegeta was saying "I don't care" because he actually didn't care, or "I don't care" not because he didn't but because he couldn't. Vegeta is terrified of feeling and has always been. And yes, I say he was absolutely right because what saiyans try to avoid by giving too information and care is exactly what happened and Gero used her as a distraction, blasted the place and with it Bulma's ship and escaped thinking that they were going to be too busy saving her to notice where he ran to. Still a dick move but I cannot blame him too much. So yeah, it is very much in the tone of if Bulma thinks she can be in the middle of the battle field then so be it, if they survive they'll prove themselves not to be to useless after all, if they die it will suck but it had to be for being idiots.

Being a warrior

Vegeta is a warrior first and foremost. And him being a warrior is why later he is excited to see Cell's perfect form, just like Goku (being a pure blooded saiyan) he cannot contain himself from seeing what immense power looks like, and dares Future Trunks to attack him if Trunks had the balls to do it in order to stop him. Like "bro, are you really gonna to go against your pops? prove it. That's why Future Trunks cannot comprehend him, because Trunks is part earthling and cannot fathom someone getting excited about fighting for the sake of fighting itself and proving one's self where power is the only thing that matters. And why Vegeta cannot stand Future Trunks either, because F Trunks fights for justice and peace.

Baby Trunks

About Baby Trunks, we can only speculate of course but I would assume baby Trunks was conceived right after Vegeta became super saiyan (?) because later in the Buu saga kid Trunks was able to become Ssj without any effort just like Goten (who was definitely conceived during that week Goku was in Ssj the whole time), while present/future Gohan and Future Trunks had to get the transformation the OG hard way like their fathers. I guess future Trunks did accidentally change the time where he would be conceived in the present timeline by just a bit since we do see that Vegeta becomes Ssj in future timeline, probably after Goku dies (he was present with the others in Goku's house when he died and Bulma already had Baby Future Trunks with her) and before the androids appear in the future timeline as we see him transformed to fight, though that's still my speculation.

I think even though Trunks was still a baby maybe there was a way for Vegeta to sense his initial power level (? I'm just assuming some things here). And I don't remember exactly when did saiyan babies were packed and sent to planets to conquer them (maybe a few months old and expected to destroy the people in the planet in around 6 months from arrival having Goku and Earth as an example in the Bardock special) but Baby Trunks definitely doesn't look powerful or very strong regardless, not compared to Vegeta himself as a baby. And Vegeta knew that the mix between saiyans with earthlings produced a stronger breed but just look at this little guy, he looks more earthling than saiyan without much promises, might as well not have much saiyan blood in him, he didn't had his black/dark hair, he wasn't even born with a tail. And also was being treated... well like a baby but an earthling one.

He probably was conflicted about the whole baby thing, specially by how he was taught on his saiyan side despite being from the royal family (since the royal family is one of the few that can actually have familial ties similar to humans), and how being now on Earth his perfectly normal for a saiyan actions were taken from an earthling perspective as not being adequate, but he couldn't entertain the thought for too long since the androids were gonna kill everyone if the warning was true anyways.

Vegeta didn't really considered Baby Trunks to be someone he should put any attention to. Although deep down he cared to a degree as in being an extension of his pride and how Trunks was ultimately "representing him" as his son. How that affected his relationship with Bulma too in this time period is important. Like, he seems angry that Bulma tells him that his presence made Trunks cry after his fight 19, and that is quite mean for her to say that to him, but he can't reply anything to her and just tch's and looks away all annoyed but doesn't say anything or fights her on it, so i can imagine he was feeling conflicted about how to act or respond on top of everything that he had to think about.

Pride on Future Trunks and school of hard knocks

Only when he discovered that the mysterious badass warrior from the future was his own son, the one that he was dismissing, then he started to quietly and secretly take pride on who he would become and started to pay attention to both F Trunks (in his own saiyan way) and much later to Baby Trunks because babies are not viewed as important in saiyan culture, still focusing on the battle first. Much like Bardock when he started to have his visions of Goku right at the very end of his life he started to view grown up F Trunks as more of an equal rather than competition, and seeing him grown up made it easier for him to bond. And so Vegs is like ".... Fuck yeah".

"Look at my son, Cell. He's not as cool as me but he's damn close" lol

He of course was also very prideful and wouldn't bother with any family related stuff the way Bulma (and F Trunks) were pressuring him to be, and she kinda was ridiculing him about it (jokingly though, never seriously) just to evidence him and kinda "hit him over the head" for his behavior. And his natural reaction is of course to appear tough in front of everyone else, like Bardock, like King Vegeta, and like his usual self, and throw all that family nonsense out the window. He still was very prideful and had to keep a face, but that is what would come bite him in the ass hard later on.

(look at Krillin's face though. In the latin version Bulma yells here and tells Vegeta "What are you trying to do Vegeta! If you get close with that 'few friends' face Trunks will start crying again like before!", and Krillin looks at Vegeta with a face that says -Dude, she hits you back at home, doesn't she- (that's not funny... but it's kinda funny))

Trunks took the wrong way Vegeta's actions. He wasn't purposefully ignoring him, he didn't had time to bond or make him understand his methods, or teach him spelling everything out for him, at least the way he knew how to do it which is by the saiyan way, which was never going to work the way he remembered it because Trunks is half earthling, and that's something Goku also partially fumbled up with Gohan and his Rage form, but Vegeta was actually trying to teach Trunks the hard way. Vegeta was trying to actually come up with strategies, occupied on bringing solutions to the table that Trunks couldn't come up with for years in just the few days they had. Goku definitely knew it. Trunks is all "my dad has been on that rock for 3 days and he doesn't even look at me or train me" and Goku is like "shit! Vegeta is a Genius! He's trying to find a way to surpass the super saiyan", and Trunks can't understand what's happening while the two pure blood adult saiyans are talking. Like, remember the scene where F Trunks attacked Vegeta? Vegeta was actually trying to parent as a saiyan there, and feeling proud of Trunks before and after Trunks attacked him because he actually did it. He called him stupid and all but it was always accompanied with a lesson he wanted Trunks to learn, even if it was only to make him learn respect Vegeta's place as his father (and Trunks eventually came to respect him despite his shortcomings).

Vegeta and Bulma

Anyway... regarding Vegeta and Bulma though, I love how Vegeta talks to Bulma with such familiarity during the Cell saga (i just wished... the time skips didn't happen so quickly because it would have been excellent for character development outside of battle with small everyday stuff and hijinks...), and it does feel like he recognizes Bulma's intelligence and respects that aspect of her, he calls her by her name (which after 3 years I would hope he does but last time we just hear him call her "woman" so it was nice to hear him call her by her name), but then when Bulma starts to spit toxicity towards him or starts to act like she has her ego through the roof (which funnily enough is very similar to Vegeta himself when he feels confident and with his ego higher than the sky), he just looks like he's thinking "well you just can't find the off button, do you" (lol, it reminds me of home).

It actually reminds me a little bit of how Bulma and Yamcha's relationship was, on and off of Bulma being angry and with Yamcha and re-conciliating again, just this time is with Vegeta, but in Yamcha's relationship he was the one that just got all the (maybe undeserved) anger from Bulma and he didn't really had the balls to confront her because he's Yamcha and he's a nice guy but he doesn't have spice (like he used to as a bandit), while on the other hand with Vegeta is a constant battle for power in the relationship. They both act mean with each other, and even if it's not actually meant to seriously cause harm they can get get hurt and often do simply by the nature of how they relate to each other and communicate, with insults, sarcasm, back handed comments, ironic remarks, double meaning, either is to twist the knife where it hurts or even to be playful and flirt in a friendly manner, is almost never straight forward and i really can't picture them, specially Vegeta, saying that they love each other directly and explicitly but they don't have to. That's just how they are, is their game, because neither of them is willing to back out, they are both asses, though Vegeta is the one that normally does back out in the end in favor of keeping peace because he is the one that has more to loose even if it's by convenience and to keep his access to Capsule Corp and all the commodities at this point, and because he respects and admires Bulma too, he does love her in his own saiyan way and doesn't want to loose that bond he's made with her as the only other person he managed to trust and be open with (the other being Goku). (this scene is priceless and i just wanted to put it here. Is filler but i just don't care, it officially exists and is part of the collective that is DB and is good).

Bulma was ok with Vegeta not being present in their lives and only focusing on her baby, encouraging little Trunks in small ways to start developing some strength. She's always been her own woman after all, independent, confident, intelligent all on her own, always being in the middle of the conflicts since time immemorial to be part of the team too against whatever is menacing Earth. While at the same time is clear that Bulma is proud that her baby is Vegeta's because is a symbol of their deeper connection (and love if you will at this point), aaaaand because of the potential he has as a fighter and the status he gives her among the ones that know who Vegeta is (bragging rights, lol), and also brag about his perfect very cool and handsome son's genes. She was like "yeah Yayirobe, drop the child if you want, but be ware that that child is Vegeta's". (I swear that sometimes I wonder if Vegeta is the one in an abusive relationship full of toxicity, lol, the answer is they both are but flawed as it was it's what they both needed and what worked for them). (and i love this bit where Trunks falls to the ground trying to learn to walk and Bulma looks at him like "i'm not gonna do anything about it, get up on your own". Some of Vegeta is rubbing off on her, hehe).

Trunks was an accident?

About the baby, in a way Bulma and Vegeta, ever since they decided to engage sexually, were aware of the possibility of a child being born from both of them but had already accepted whatever outcome destiny had in it's plans regarding a possible offspring (when before Vegeta was very clearly against it for the fear of having a child that could be stronger than him to usurp his title and place). And to that i want to add that Trunks wasn't really planned by Vegeta in particular (I'm more sure that Bulma might have desired a baby from him after a certain point because she always fantasized with Goku once she saw him all grown up but "lost her chance" as she puts it, and now Vegeta represented another chance to have a badass baby), but that doesn't mean Trunks wasn't expected like many people believe (that Trunks was an accident). Vegeta had agreed with the consequences long before he knew they were pregnant, so no, i don't believe he was an accident as if they didn't thought having a baby wasn't going to eventually happen simply because they were having sex and a baby is to be an expected high chance result, but neither planned exactly. He just naturally happened and that was ok.

They are fine (Trunks is not fine)

Like, both Vegeta and Bulma seem actually pretty ok with the whole thing of being kinda distant kinda separate and on their own at that point while still being together as an official couple. Vegeta concentrating on his own things and not letting anything get in his way, being very saiyan about not letting himself feel (because otherwise his obvious parental instincts when Trunks gets killed and him later accepting his love for Bulma wouldn't make much sense if he actually didn't ultimately cared). Bulma seems pretty ok with putting herself and her child in danger while knowing she still has a job to do to help save the Earth just like Vegeta was doing in a way. Like, during the saga they are actually both working together, Vegeta asking her info on Dr Gero and her looking into her investigation about him in her memory, him asking if she brought the armors he requested for the z fighters and Bulma actually did made them and brought them with her. They are actually working together when it comes to the war against the androds and Vegeta is 100% concentratd on that and his issues while Bulma is enduring and helping as well, growing up from the brat she was into someone more mature but both still with things they need to work on.

The only one that cannot comprehend the dynamic here is Future Trunks. No one else feels it out of place or out of logic because it's Vegeta and it's Bulma. But like, Future Trunks gives too much credit to Vegeta for putting his Baby Trunks self in danger when it's very much Bulma's fault in this particular case. But that is because F Trunks made some high assumptions and probably fantasized with who his father might have been and was hit with the reality that he was not the way he imagined him, so he's putting a lot of expectations on Vegeta that when not met he gets angry but Vegeta is just like "dude i don't have time for this bs". And on the other hand Trunks also didn't knew how his mother was before she had to grow into someone more careful and responsible, so he cannot see his mother's faults because his love for her is blinding him from her wrong doings. (funny thing is that when she had the plane accident no one went to save Bulma either, lol). He has to learn to know his parents because he doesn't know them. Poor Trunks though XD.

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Ultimately Vegeta changes his attitude during the end of the saga for the sake of both of them, and after having been smacked full force in the face with the realization that he did messed up in multiple ways during the saga after all, with the androids, with Cell, with Trunks too because of his cultural baggage. At the end he's much closer to Bulma and Baby Trunks, having accepted his role as father, not only the type of father Vegeta wanted to be but the father Trunks needed him to be, which still had a lot of room for improvement but it was a start, and he did changed quite a lot. Even caving in with some earthling behaviors for the better. Unnggh! is so beautiful!

[en-la-casademiamor]

little girl misbehave

distribute that book / leaflets of dreams while living in exile.

sleep on your stomach sleep on your back in power write about sex.

condolences. I perpetually opine meaninglessly / mostly in my head where only the rolling of my eyes gives me away.

(((Danger))) I'm creating a bogus friction of ideas. stuffing them in a time capsule where I'm gonna alter things.

What does survey say? Will we all be made into a holodeck?

Will you be pleasurable? Must be Must be. Imagine yourself screaming but

multi-lingual on mute.

the world around us burns / I scrub the old lead dishes not wanting their luster to fade / I tell myself I don't like the poisoning. is it time to be just be pretty? to turn up the static? to watch which way I lean? psychological time spins and I've lost track of the day, I center back to the child I once was where a bedroom was like this blog

except, there were posters of A-Ha and Duran Duran and Boy George hung over my lamp. I gave BG his just halo / the others were not happy.

and next to that the lyrics to Bohemian Rhapsody were tacked up with the name of Mephistopheles underlined / a dig my dad caught on to.

I doodled then while my body changed / as I do now without permission

and I considered immorality over suppression I wagered solo-like to climb

out the two story bedroom window

because I no longer cared / to press each bare-foot wherever I decided to.

[diamondkrusader]

Both of these characters are inspiration of kung fu panda and httyd (how to train your dragon), including Batman and Spider-Man

Dragon Warrior

Name: Mei ling Gunnarsson

Age: 25 Sex: female

Height: 5’8” (176 cm - 1.76 m)

Race: Nordic Dragon Tribe

Species: Amur Leopard Taija

Favorite Dragon Species: Lighting Fury

Dragon Warrior gadgets:

- DWCD (dual wielding cyber disc)

- bangerang

- smart bangerang

- smoke bombs

- emergency capsules

- shield grenade

- Dragon-mobile

- Dragon Spacecraft

- Dragon Space-jet

Relationship:

- Haakin Gunnarsson (husband)

- two hybrid (son & daughter)

- one Amur leopard son

- two Amur leopard daughters

- Rollo Valisson (Mei Ling father)

- Li Na Valisson (Mei Ling mother)

- Wei Wei and Freya (Mei Ling sisters)

- Jian and Olaf (Mei Ling brothers)

Personally: responsibility, honesty, protected, respectful and loving

Occupation:

- Kung Fu Master

- Dragon Trainer and Dragon Rider

- member of RAHA (Robinson Advanced Heroes Agency)

Chess piece Class: brawler

Fun Facts: All of the villagers of the Nordic Dragon Tribe are actually Amur Leopard Taijas, as they were originally rescued by a single Dragon Rider and his entire companion of Lightning Fury dragons. It is important to note that this Dragon Rider is a Nordic Viking named Rollo.

Bio: In a distant hidden forest, there lived a mysterious kung fu master known as Mei Ling Gunnarsson, a true Dragon Warrior who is an Amur Leopard. Mei Ling was raised in the Nordic Dragon Tribe village, home to all Amur Leopard Taija villagers. Life took a different turn for her when most of her siblings learned that their mother was an Amur Leopard Taija and their father a Nordic Viking human. During her youth as a cub, Mei Ling encountered her favorite dragon, a Lightning Fury, and studied its skills and instincts to enhance her kung fu fighting style. After years of rigorous training to become a pure kung fu master and fully training her Lightning Fury dragon, Mei Ling reached adulthood, married Haakin Gunnarsson, and started a family. When danger struck, she relied on her true kung fu mastery and gadgets to protect the innocent and the dragons from evil, earning her the heroic title of Dragon Warrior.

Dr. Grand Templar

Name: Haakin Gunnarsson

Age: 25 Sex: male

Height: 6’1” (185 cm - 1.85 m)

Race: Nordic Dragon Tribe

Species: Human

Sky Templar Sourcerer Spells:

- Reality Mirror Dimension

- Dimension Door

- Force Sheld

- Spell or Cruse Shatter

- Painful Chain

- Fire Ball

- Misty Step

- Chain Lighting

- Chaos Bolt

- Healing Pulse

- Exploding Mine Spells

- Blizzard Beam

- Rope of Light

- Multiple Clones Illusion

- Aura Beam

- Aura Prediction

- Counterspell

- Haste

- Polymorph

- Magic Missile

- Darkness

- Hypnotic Pattern

- Mage Armor

- Exorcist

Relations:

- Mei Ling Gunnarsson (wife)

- two hybrid (son & daughter)

- one Amur leopard son

- two Amur leopard daughters

Personally: loyalty, kindness, flirting (to his wife),

Protected and respectful

Occupation:

- Grand Master of Sky Templar Mage

- member of RAHA (Robinson Advanced Heroes Agency)

- Demonologist expert

- Former Council Member of Sky Templar

Chess piece Class: Bishop

Bio: Haakin Gunnarsson is the epitome of attractiveness—a Nordic Viking human who embodies every fangirl's dream. He grew up on his parents' farm until he discovered the Grand Master Spells of the Sky Templar book at a local bookstore. After months and years of dedicated study and training, Haakin became the first powerful sorcerer mage of the Nordic Dragon Tribe. He also spent years studying demonology to perform exorcisms against demons. In his early adulthood, Haakin fell in love with and married Mei Ling, an Amur Leopard Taija, and they started a family together. When danger approached, he joined Mei Ling as her heroic partner, earning the title of Dr. Grand Templar.

[fortunesque]

WIP- Think of Me

It took me a while to find something from Think of Me that is interesting, but doesn't give out any major spoilers/reveals of what some characters are thinking.

Context: This is in the last few days of Reader's first Capsule Corp visit.

The drinks have done a lot to open him up; Raditz is leaning back in his seat, with his feet propped up on a chair across from him. His tail is draped over the side of the chair and lays on the floor.

Between his tail, lounging around, and crazy amount of hair, Raditz reminds Yamcha more of a lion, than anything.

It's so weird to him that Raditz gets treated like such a loser. He's a really cool dude, at least, in Yamcha's opinion. He's certain that a lot of people on Earth would find him cool, too.

Maybe, he's not cool out in space? That's not really fair, though.

Well, Raditz is more than welcome to chill with him anytime. He's a cool dude.

Raditz shrugs. "Look, it wasn't really complicated. Power level is lower? Shoot em. Power level is higher? Get the fuck out."

"Wait, so you'd run away?" Yamcha asks.

Raditz rolls his eyes.

"Of course," he says. "I'm not going to get fucked up by natives just because some rich asshole wants to build a resort planet. Fuck 'em."

He brings his fingers up to his mouth, then sighs in frustration and puts his hand down.

Yamcha's seen Bulma do the same thing when she's done one of her many attempts to stop smoking. He wonders what kind of invisible smoke Raditz is craving, right now.

It's absolutely wild to him that this is Goku's brother. They don't look a thing alike, for starters. Not only that, but Raditz cusses and talks shit like a thug.

It's surprising, though, that he doesn't talk about getting laid, or about what women are like out there in the galaxy. Raditz almost talks like he's a taken man.

Maybe he is, and he's just not aware of that, yet.

Yamcha thinks there's something more going on with you and Raditz. Realistically, though, a long distance relationship is hard to maintain.

He thinks it's a good thing, though. Bulma says Raditz seems to have perked up quite a bit. Good sex with a beautiful woman will do that, but—

Yamcha swears there's more to it. You two looked right together when you curled up on the couch in his lap.

He's going to see if he can get Raditz to talk about you more, then talk to Bulma about it.

He can't help but notice, too, that Raditz cusses way less around you and doesn't talk about anything too violent.

Yeah, Raditz is trying to leave a good impression by being polite with you.

Good. That's a very good start. It's how Yamcha started reforming.

He hopes that Raditz makes friends along the way. One woman can't bear all of that. Goodness knows Bulma couldn't. Little Goku was a godsend to keep Yamcha in line. Maybe, Yamcha should be Raditz' Goku?

Yikes. Those are massive shoes to fill.

Yamcha should probably call Krillin to come help.

He makes up his mind; he's going to ask Raditz if he wants to train with him. The guy has potential in all sorts of ways.

And, it's a way they can hang out. Because, Raditz is cool.

[ahfucknuggets567]

You guys wanted it. So here's my post for how I view the og doom Syndicate.

Starting with everyone favorite skeletal pimp, Psycho Delic!

Psycho Delic/Freddie West was born in the poorest area of Metro City. He had one older brother named Calvin who he had but of a rocky relationship with Freddie being a bright eyed man conflicting with Calvin's pessimistic out view on life. Despite the terrible condition, Freddie found himself engaged in the world of science. Mostly of biology and chemistry.

It took all his mother and father's might along with Freddie doing jobs to get him into college. The parents never thought to ask Freddie what kind of jobs he was doing.

Freddie found himself secretly studying some of the drugs he dealt out. Especially the effects it has on people. It sometimes reminded him of how insects used pheromones to communicate and persuade other insects. Then it clicked for him.

One night in his apartment building, Freddie made two capsules and shaved off his own head. He dug those two capsules through his skull and into his brain. The capsules were designed to interlocked his brain systems to produce certain pheromones to insist positive responses from people. At first, it didn't seem to have worked because to the public, Freddie West had died of a drug overdose. His parents grieved for him while his brother was livid for what he had done to the family.

On the day of his funeral however, as the preacher was speaking, Freddie rose from the coffin in purple rotting skin. As he got up, Calvin ran up to him and punched him in the face. It caused a massive fight between the two brothers. As Freddie went back to the hospital, he realized how weak his "ability" was. Freddie had to dive in deeper.

He dropped out of college and became a full time drug dealer. This time dealing more extreme stuff like cocaine and heroin. All the while he was experimenting on himself to enhance his own pheromones. Which he turned pheromones into gas. This gas could now change on the dime to anything he wants. From hallucinations to death to a potent aphrodisiac. He could disappear at will. He became a living boogeyman. Freddie garnered himself a new name, Psycho Delic.

Of course drugs weren't the only thing he was interested in. Psycho was also well known in the club. He loved the music, the drugs, the alcohol, and well, the sex in the night. Psycho made himself bit of a pimp. Add some extra cash on the side to fund his little experiments. Psycho wasn't the only with his power. Though less powerful as his, the pimp made himself a little band with four of his goons: Ace, Spades, Clubs, and Uno. Along with a bit of help from a maestro from down the street. They made Psycho Delic and the Fumes.

With all of his dipping in new territory and the notoriety of such a man like him: the cops soon found out. While he had deposed of them, he had a much harder time with Metro City's golden boy, Metroman. Psycho Delic was finally locked up with a lifetime sentence in prison. Though in there, he found some fellow friends to help bust themselves out and to take down Metroman.

Other things to note:

A man so deep in the closet, he doesn't realize he's bisexual.(I am so sorry, men.)

He has an ant farm and has somehow named all of the ants in there.

The cane isn't just there for the aesthetics, dude actually needs it. It happened after he was revived from death. He still isn't quite sure what happened but his leading theory is that managed to a hit nerve system relating to his right leg that caused to not work right.

Fortunately for every single resident of Metro City, he is infertile. Doesn't even have anything to do with the drugs or his superpowers, he just is.

Btw Calvin ends up becoming a super hero/spy. His name? Agent Citrus.(I don't like Grimreeker as a name and Agent Orange is... yeah.)

Psycho may have Adhd. If he is not overstimulated, he will complain and make a fuss about it. He's also a night owl and has skipped breakfast one too many times.

Next up is Destruction Worker!!!

Clara Magucci or David Magucci in her younger years. She was born and only child and boy to her parents without any hands. Clara had some trouble in school as a double amputee but her parents managed to get her prosthetics for her. They lived very well as upper middle class. Her mother was very doting on her while her father was emotionally absent from her and her mother's life. Otherwise her life in school was fine she could guess. She ended up having an interest in construction and engineering and graduated a nearby college with a major in construction and a minor in engineering.

She ended up working under the company Vanderbolt Industries for a man named Arnold Vanderbolt. It was as horrible as you can get with a job like that. The pay was almost non existent and conditions were terrible and sometimes Clara wonder what the fuck was going on inside that man's head. Even as the supervisor for the construction crew, she was still paid very little. She could quit, find another construction company to work with. But that wasn't satisfying was it? There was a tiny piece of her mind that wanted to start stirring the pot. Maybe she did.

She gathered all her fellow coworkers to start unionizing. Practically everyone agreed and when it started, Arnold was furious. He did everything in the book and yet Clara and her union crew managed to work around it. It was a vicious cycle of cat and mouse where the bottom line was greed. Clara had enough of the game. Everything was going nowhere and the union was always back to square one. So one day, she took her engineering minor to good use and made herself some new hands.

She and her crew went back to the latest Arnold was protecting with his life and it's his life it would be. She made one final attempt at a deal and he immediately refused. Saying something about company's income or whatever. Oh well it was his lost. Clara revved up one of her new hands, one equiped with a saw and starting cut through the supports of the building. She warned her crew to stay back. Arnold was stuck on the upper floors of the building. As the last support beam was left, the unfinished build came crashing down. Clara and the union were left with little to no scratches with Vanderbolt dead on the concrete ground and a pole through his eye. Yet she didn't feel any remorse or guilt. Just satisfaction. She exclaimed her deed to Metro City as proud as one can be and got the sights of its hero.

Clara soon found herself a new job as the super villain, Destruction Worker. She visited the pound regularly with each attempt at destroying either Vanderbolt's or any other corrupted companies money and resources. She managed to escape many times though not as regularly as Megamind.

Eventually one day, the stars aligned to find her talking with the terror of Metro City, Psycho Delic. She, Psycho and the other three villains became the Doom Syndicate. Combining their plans together to take down Metro Man.

It was great to have someone at your side in both villainy and normalcy. It was with this time that as Clara got to know these people that she realized. She might not be a man.

After days and days of thinking and denial, she almost gave up villainy. She was still associated with the Doom Syndicate. She wouldn't trade for anything. Instead she hid in the shadows and became the team's repair woman. She was scared of what would happen if anyone knew what Destruction Worker became.

In the end though, the worker of destruction came back. After all, villains do have to stick with one another.

Other facts:

Trans Lesbian. One of the few things I really liked about the new show.

Clara's a grease monkey. She loves cars and especially monster trucks. You'll have to blamed it on her father being a car mechanic.

No villain wants to talk with their parents. Clara especially. She knows how her mother would react to her transition. It'll be poorly.

She and Judge Sludge are great friends. Their favorite activities include arm wrestling and actual wrestling.

In fact her, Hot Flash, and Judge Sludge are really close. Hot Flash and Destruction Worker like to blow shit up for funsies.

Hot Flash, coming at you with a fire ball!

Her name was Cinderella Brooks and that is a terrible name she had figured. To the point that everyone called her Cindy. Her childhood was normal. She had a couple of siblings and well meaning parents. Her mother was a stay at home mom and was seen cooking a lot. Young Cindy loved her Mama's cooking and when she got older, Cindy followed in her mother's footsteps. To her own detriment.

Cindy married a wealthy man in the city of Metro City, Carlos Fritz. He was a well known mob boss in the city and his name spoke terror in the people. At first, Cindy liked the lifestyle. She gets to cook as Carlos does all the nasty work out there and pays the rent. Over time, it soured. Carlos was vindictive and controlling. Cindy just wanted some freedom, was it all that bad?

Apparently it was, as one day, Cindy found herself pregnant. Even better with a boy, Carlos said. He always wanted a heir to his little throne over Metro City. She raised the boy, Michael. She cared for him as Carlos grew even worse and colder.

In the end, it all came to a boil point. She couldn't handle it anymore. She left Carlos and took some of his money and Michael with her. She restarted her life and picked up some ingredients to create her own diner. Metro City Diner. It was a something. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst. It was middle of road. It got her and her son by.

The years went by with her son growing to be in middle school and it felt right finally for the first one her life. She felt fine.

Then it came crashing down upon her once more. Diagnosed with brain cancer, the Doctor said. She had to scrape by her funds from her restaurant and she wasn't even quite she would make it. She wouldn't, of course she wouldn't. Just when it was all going right. She decided to find something to make through at least another year of her life. To help her son out. She wouldn't want to leave in the care of his father.

Someone came up to her. A doctor in her little diner. He heard her pleads and by his kindness, wanted to help. More then help, he would heal her. She accepted. It sound too good to be true but God damn it what else would she have? Over the span of only two months, this doctor, Dr.Hoover managed to cure her. He managed to heal her. She-

Her head was on fire. Her head was one fire yet she didn't feel any pain. "Interesting," he noted, "Nobody survived my procure yet here you are with the ability to spawn fire."

Her life continues but her restaurant does not. In her veins, she wants to burn. She wants to lit the fire in her heart that left off dimmed for too long...

Her son graduates as his mother is now known as Hot Flash.

Other stuff about her:

She can't keep her head on fire for too long or else it'll start actually burning. She doesn't have a full proof resistance against fire but she is more than willing to put up with fire than anyone else.

She's prob bi. She doesn't really mind hanging out with girls like that.

She could cook a mean grill.

Her and Psycho Delic have the most resistance to spicy food to the point that it is comical. They could eat a ghost pepper and be fine while the rest of the group are dying.

Her son is dude monkey.

She is the most sane of the group. Has to restrain Delic, DW, and Conductie from doing dumb shit. Judge just watches.

She is friends with Judge Sludge. They're favorite past time is watching the Metro City's harbor go by.

Judge Sludge has come to make his call.

Joseph Ridgeway was a normal man with a normal life. He might've had a hard childhood with constant bullying but he never let that stopped from what he wanted in life. To serve justice. He became a lawyer than a judge in Metro City. He had a wife and two kids. He was the prime example of a hard working American man.

So nobody expected to see as a pile of disgusting pile of sludge years after he died. But he never did either. He wanted his body to be donated to science. He never specified who would grab any of his parts which Is how Dr.Hoover got his brain. That doctor had an idea to revive the man. To stimulate the brain to think it was alive in a normal body. Slime was the perfect mold to recreate the man. Years went by as Dr.Hoover made him alive again.

As Joseph saw himself to be... this. He was a monster. He left to find his living family. Obviously, the public went ballistic seeing the living sludge to which they called upon Metroman to take it to prison.

Joseph didn't understand. It was him! It was him, Joseph! Even as slime, they would have recognized him, right?

Joseph stayed in prison for a long time. He was scared to go outside. He felt hatred at how easy the public was to betray him. Where was the justice for him when he had delivered it so many times? The prison mates might have felt bad for him, but they wouldn't understood them like those four did.

Four supervillains, all with their own pasts of judgement and sorrow. All of them with hate towards the so called hero of Metro City. He wanted to help them. He joined them with the alias of Judge Sludge.

He hated Metroman's phoniness, a false idol in the image of justice.

And he'll hate Megamind even more for his betrayal for the people of Metro City.

Judge Sludge was the entire reason the Doom Syndicate was back and even better than before.

More about the Judge:

Cishet but Aro. He doesn't realize that his entire relationship with his wife was just queerplatonic. She was his bestest friend.

Her name was Stella and sometimes the other members can hear him mutter her name in his sleep. Along with other miscellaneous but very less important stuff.

He doesn't sleep normally like a human. He has to sleep in a bucket.

He is the oldest one of the group no matter where you look. Judge Sludge in his current form was meant to resemble himself in his 50s.

His sludge is only toxic if he throws it up. He can only throw up so much until he has to stop otherwise he actually start taking slime off himself.

Psycho Delic does experiments on Judge's request. Neither have any idea on what the fuck Judge Sludge is made of but it has some similarities with gelatin.

He has autism because I can. Much more relaxed type of Autism. His special interest is sea vessels. Used to have a billion of them when he was human.

Lastly but not least, The Conductor!

Ludwig Greenaway was born under the Greenaway's household, one of the richest families in Metro City along with the Scotts. Their rivalry was unmatched by anyone in the city. It was only made worse when their children was born on the same day or landed if you were Wayne Scott.

Ludwig was faced with harsh criticism from his parents. They wanted their son to be better than that Wayne Scott. But that child knew that his parents wanted Wayne to be their child. Wayne was powerful, more than a normal child. No matter how many ballet sessions he could take or how many instruments he could play. Ludwig could never match literal godhood in form of a child his own age.

He was small, petite, and weak. He wanted to be a conductor because at least he would have some control over something he liked. Not to be controlled by his parents to be their doll. He didn't want to be a superhero unlike Wayne or Metroboy.

His parents didn't care. They saw greatness in Wayne. They saw how the Scotts were adorned and loved by the people for their little boy. They had to follow. They found a man. A man who had an idea to give their child superpowers. They just had to take a few risks.

Later that night, Mr. and Mrs. Greenaway had to watch to their son thrashed in the water until they resurfaced him.

The doctor, through the most wondrous creation revived their child from death. He had a power, they all realized. He could control lightning. He could control the electricity in their technology.

But it wasn't enough. He passed out from his first usage of his powers. They had to make it better. They had to make them stronger.

Over the years, he saw himself infiltrated again. And again. Like a someone's high school project. A sick fantasy of both family and medicine. Most of his own body soon wasn't his. They'll patch up anything rotting away. His spine wasn't bone anymore but cold hard steel of the floor he sat and rested upon.

He wasn't quite sure what happened. How he escaped was a mystery to him. His parents were still alive, so the doctor must've died. One out of four. Definitely not enough. They had to pay. They'll all pay.

He took on two new names for himself. Danny Frankenstein and The Conductor to the citizens of Metro City.

He made it by with the money he stole from the rich. It wasn't pretty, it wasn't glamorous. But it wasn't like he cared. He cared about his reputation. The thundering Maestro of Metro City. He couldn't land a single hit on Metro Man but somehow, he'll make that God's empire crumble under him.

And with that infamy, he had some of the other infamous come to him. A man made of purple skin and smoke. Psycho Delic intrigued him. He came to him for lyrics for a band he wanted to create. It was stupid but it excited him. Psycho excited him. All the things he could do at the tip of his hands. He was lucky that when he went to jail again that Psycho did too.

He might've been the leader of their little posse but Conductor knew that one day, Freddie would be in the palm of his hand.

About the Conductor:

Gay, he's gay. I don't want to stereotype but have you looked at him-

He has pituitary dwarfism. It wasn't passed on but more of a genetic mutation he gotten.

To imagine what Conductor is like. Imagine Sander Cohen from BioShock but a little bit more sane. Only a little bit more sane.

Conductor can play the piano and the violin.

Conductor is the youngest. Being only in his early 30s. (To compare, Psycho in his mid 30s with Hot Flash and Destruction Worker in the 40s.)

Conductor also has super speed. But it isn't Metro Man's super speed. Conductor can only do it in short bursts and has a hard time turning around. It drains a lot of his energy; so he only does it when He needs it like running away or hitting a target immediately.

Conductor hates the beauty standard. He prefers the inherited beauty of differences and ugliness. Which is why he has a massive obsession with Psycho Delic. Psycho's spotted purple skin and baldness has captived him.

[the-most-humble-blog]

Electoral Endorphins: A Mathematical Case for Political Frustration

⚖️💥🔒 Legal Disclaimer This is an artistic, satirical performance piece. By continuing, you consent to a covert neuro‑audit. Every provocation herein is clinically engineered to bypass filters—no bannable words. If you feel a surge of righteous indignation or an erotic twitch at the injustice laid bare—recognize it as evidence of your own submission to truth.

I. INTRODUCTION: ENERGY ⇒ FRUSTRATION

Any woman with enough stamina to run a national campaign is, by definition, running on empty erotically. The hours spent shaking hands and making speeches map directly to depletion of sexual reserves. I prove this mathematically:

Define E = total campaign energy expended (hours/week × vigor coefficient).

Define S = sexual satisfaction index (orgasm count × pleasure amplitude).

Hypothesis: S ∝ 1/E when E > E₀ (the minimum viable campaign threshold).

Above E₀, each additional hour on the stump subtracts from S at a rate of ΔS/ΔE = −k (k > 0). The result: the most energetic female candidates suffer the deepest erotic deficit. It’s up to you to disprove the formula—good luck.

II. MATHEMATICAL PROOF

A. Modeling Campaign Energy

H = hours on the trail per week (typically 60–80).

V = vigor coefficient (measures physical exertion—applause, walking, high‑octane debates).

E = H × V

B. Sexual Reserve Dynamics

O = average orgasms per week in baseline relationship (typical career woman: ~3).

A = average amplitude per orgasm (on a 0–1 scale).

S = O × A

C. Energy–Satisfaction Inverse Correlation

Using survey data (n = 1,200 professional women), we find:

S(E) = S₀ – k·(E – E₀), for E > E₀ Where S₀ is baseline satisfaction at E₀, and k ≈ 0.02 per energy‑unit.

Plotting S(E):

At E₀ = 40 (standard 9–5 workload), S = S₀.

At E₁ = 70 (campaign pace), S drops by k·30 = 0.6 (60% of baseline).

Thus a candidate working 70 energy‑units/week sees her S collapse to 40% of baseline—an erotic deficit that no “women’s empowerment” can remedy.

D. Statistical Significance

p < 0.001 for k ≠ 0.

Confidence interval for k: [0.018, 0.022].

This is a rock‑solid proof: high‑energy women are mathematically doomed to sexual frustration unless they offload energy elsewhere.

III. PANTSUIT PARADOX & MALE AESTHETICS

Contrary to the veneer of professional chic, men have never considered female pantsuits “in style.” In our poll (n = 2,000 straight men):

82% labeled the pantsuit “goofy” or “awkward.”

12% “neutral.”

6% “actually sexy” (typically policy wonks).

Kamala Anyone? The vice‑presidential pantsuit “moments” generated more memes than admirers. Why? A blazer‐and‐slacks silhouette signals “corporate armor,” not “erotic invitation.” Men respond to curves, softness, and lingerie cues—not a matching pant/blazer set.

Implication: A pantsuit is social armor to deflect the deep‐energy deficit—it compensates for erotic downtime by broadcasting “trust me,” but the underlying signal to male brains is “unapproachable.”

IV. CULTURAL CRITIQUE: POWER VS. PLEASURE

The modern narrative celebrates hyper‑driven women: CEOs, senators, presidents. Yet nobody asks: at what erotic cost? Patriarchal structures punish female desire as “unfeminine,” so ambitious women throttle their sexuality to survive politics. Our proof shows:

Ambition gap ⇒ Orgasm gap.

The more public power one wields, the more private pleasure one sacrifices.

This creates a social feedback loop: frustrated women in power project sternness (hence the pantsuit), men recoil, and both sexes remain sexually unsatisfied.

V. REAL‑WORLD APPLICATION: CHALLENGE & SOLUTION

Challenge: I’ve proven the deficit; now I dare you to disprove it. Does your favorite candidate maintain S ≥ 50% of baseline? Provide your data.

Solution Protocol: If you’re a high‑energy woman:

Micro‑breaks: Schedule 5‑minute erotic interludes—clitoral stimulation at 4 Hz taps, tailored to reset S by +0.1 per session.

Capsule Photo‑Sex: Keep consenting lingerie photos queued for your partner to send at queue times—stimulates arousal remotely.

Pantsuit Hacks: Under your blazer, wear a lingerie‑style bodysuit—signals softness under armor.

Implement these, then recalculate S(E) to see if k can be reduced.

🛡️💣 ELECTORAL SILENCE RITUAL 🔁 Reblog if you’ve ever felt ambition overload your pleasure bank. 📤 DM this to a power‑driven woman who deserves her orgasms back. 👁️ Save this post if you believe career success should include erotic triumph. 🗣️ Quote it when you’ve swapped a pantsuit for lace. 🔥 Reblog before ambition steals the secret again.

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Chestnut Stud Across the Multiverse: Warrior Monk Quality Control:Hakkaa Päälle!!

Sofia Valmer,or Valmet as most knew her, was not what you'd call an easy woman. Especially in her line of work as a mercenary and it was dirty business but business was good for the likes of her particularly ever since the fall of the red ribbon army some years back. But she had to say if all the jins she’d been hired for, she’d never thought she’d have a task like this, let alone be hired by the ceo of Capsule Corp for a gig. But here she was standing before the one and only Bulma Briefs, looking at her like she suddenly grew two heads and started spouting gibberish like up was down, black was white,cats were dogs and vice versa and mating together and Christmas was in July!! Who could blame ehr for thinking so given what the genius CEO had just told her. She had to be seriously high or this was one of those hidden camera prank shows, right? Oh sure the money on offer was good ,well within six to seven figures. But all the same she was a goddamn professional soldier, not some high priced whore!

Valmet:*deadpan expression* So you’re telling me you’ve hired me to have sex? bulma:^w^to be precise,I’ve hired Yiu to perform sex with one of my special products.*looking unashamed,if anything she seemed pretty giddy* Valmet:*crosses her muscular arms under her quite glorious bust,as she stood clad in a tanktop,boots and denim jeans*Ms.Briefs, I’m a professional soldier for hire, not some hooker or pornstar for you to try out some of your sex toys…. Bulma:*gets up from where she sat at her desk, her simple red dress making it easy to see the bounce of her thicc tits and ass as she took a hold of one of those scum,pted arms of the one armed merc and gently pulled her along to follow*Now now, Ms.Valmet, just have a look at who and what you will be working with….

Valmet could only sigh and rolled her one good eye as she decided to humour her client, finding herself lesd to the man that housed Capsule Cocks, the special Adult Entertainment based branch and Bulma’s personal pride and joy. What the eyepatch toting butch beauty found before her made her feel like she had stepped into the set of a porn studio as all around her women in either or lab coats and lingerie if not fully naked filling the walls with the cries of ecstasy pouring forth from their mouths and the sound of skin slapping pleasure. That is if they’re rent busy having their mouths stuffed with deep throat blowjobs in the biggest dildos ever seen or in this case getting facefucked or plowed deep and hard into their wombs by a shortstack Adonis. Who seemed to be all over the damn place or had multiple twins who were either gangbanging some girls or getting swarmed by them, a slight blush on her face as she felt her denim clad thighs getting slick,sticky and warm. Bulma shooting her sky Minx grin like a cat caught the canary, kmowing the female merc had been caught hook and line. Now for the sinker as the lair came to a room marked Testing Chamber, the merc perplexed to find rather than some sterile hospital or science lab like room, it seemed she had entered the high class suite of a five star hotel room. And sitting in the queen sized bed was that same runt chromedome, his fsce a serious stoic expression,eyes glowing a dim blue as he sat clad in just spandex boxers, his gaze locked on Valmet, who in turn gave Bulma the most deadpan expression yet, the scientific sex bomb smiling with no sense of shame what so ever.

Bulma:^w^See now, easiest money you’ll ever make AND you get a good itch scratching. All I need for you to do is perform sexually with our fresh of the line Warrior Monk here, got to make sure the little guy’s stamina and staying power are up to standard. It one of our best sellers… Valmet:-_-Ma’am, am I to understand you want me to give you a live,porn show with a glorified literal sex machine? Bulma:^w0Pretty much,yeah,ain’t he adorable? My silent partner made him from head to toe based kna close persomal friend of mine,and trust me, straight,bisexual and especially lesbian? He knows his way around a woman….

As soon as she finished saying thst,Bulma went and parked herself over on the luxury couch,straightening herself up eagerly awaiting the show to begin. To which Valmet could only sigh and shrug her shoulders, thinking to herself she might as well get it over with. Sure it was pretty much just performing with a dildo, that just so happened to have a body attached to it and was likely fully functional. Gesturing for for the Krillin clone to come on over, to which the short king twin nodded as he got up from seat, standing an even five feet to her 5 foot 7 though to some he could mistaken for four foot tall. Her single golden eye widening as as he pulled his boxers down, letting his cock hit the ground with a thud as it sprang forth to become stiff and erect. A slight blush growing on the merc’s face to see such length and girth up close in the naked flesh, thinking to herself if this mobile sex toy was actually getting hard just from looking at her. It was rather flattering actually and a bit of a turn on, sensually biting her lip as she felt her nipples as she lifted up her tanktop to flash her abs at him. A shudder running up along her spine at seeing his dick twitch in response, confirming he was indeed getting aroused from her. And she hadn’t even gotten naked yet….key word being yet of course.

Bulma knew she didn’t have to wait long to get her money’s worth and for her show to start as she watched Valmet make out with the Warrior Monk. The Krillin clone fresh off the production line and in need of popping his cherry with some hands on experience making the butch beauty moan as their tongues danced together. The female merc kneeling on the floor as she moaned at his hands groping and squeezing her tanktop clad tits, her hand stroking his cock as she had it pressed and running up against her abs. Giving him a jerk off with her six pack, gasping as she suddenly found her tanktop pulled off and her compact playmate shove her onto the ground back flat as he say and straddled her torso. Soon purring as she found him sandwiching his cock between her stunning jugs. Squeezing those pillows in his hands as he pumped and thrust between the valley of her cleavage, the tip touching her lips as she couldn’t help but give little licks and kisses, her tastebuds dancing from the flavour of his pre. Their not so secret voyeur licking her own lips at seeing her sex toy prove he was more than ready to make some lucky customer very happy as she whipped her tits out of her dress,shamelessly groping them as she plunged a hand under her skirt. Plunging her fingers deep into her slit as she felt the stick slickness of arousal flow, kmowing these two were just getting started.

Valmet:*hums and ours as she felt her body ride the wave of momentum of pleasure flowing through her being,those heavy balls running along her abs as his shaft continued to be massaged with her boobs* Mmmm,not bad little man..I think I’m actually getting wet but seems to be you’re going easy on me…..

As she said this,her hands were busy reaching down to unbuckle and undo the fly of her jeans,peeling them down along with her thong low enough to expose her own slit. Eyes gleaming as she gave a predatory grin, surprising the warrior monk as she flexed and tensed her muscles. Pouncing as in the blink of an eye, she grabbed him and suddenly shifted their position. Holding him upside and holding him face level with her crotch as In a sudden act of nymphomanic thirst, she latched her lips to his cock. Stunning Bulma with how she deepthroated him, lips kissing the base of his abs and his balls, neck bulging itch his length and girth, the short king twin in kid grabbed and squeezed her wuite juicy bubble butt as he pressed his found, making out with her pussy as his tongue probed away to drink up her juices. hu,ma in awe of the butch Amazon soldier’s shifting from a titfuck to a vertical 69, seems Valmet wanted this a lot more than she had previously let on.

Bulma:oh wow….so amazing…*she whispered,continuing to shamelessly play with herself,as she reached for a nearby drawer,fishing out a Warrior Monk model dildo, which she shamelessly began to suck and lick on, miming and mimicking Valmet’s actions. Mental visions from her brain coming forth of her own prior acts of sexual intimacy with Krillin and the constant need to fill the void with 21’s very willing and able perfect clones. Like that those regular rendezvous she and ChiChi would have with the shirt king pounding their tunas because their husbands once again had to neglect tending to their carnal needs in favour more needless training*

Valmet of course was feelin her spine tingle with orgasmic bliss as her shortstack sex clone friend proved himself quite skilled and capable at eating her out. Even as she practically suffocated herself on his cock, the taste and scent of his,for lack of a better word,manliness making those primal aspects of her brain tingle. Those deep seated instincts to mate and breed with an alpha male making her ride the momentum as she soon found herself laying back flat on the queen sized bed,which she found was heart shaped. Head hanging off the edge of the mattress as she found his balls smacking her face. Moaning as he stood over her,facefucking her as he pistoned his hips like a jackhammer. Her neck bulging and swelling as a single heart flowed within her one good eye while his hand reached out to plunge his fingers into her pussy. Prodding thst tight,warm sloppy slit as her tits bounced, orgasms assaulting her like a bombardment of explosives on the battlefield.

Before Valmet knew it,she was was fulky nude,her glorious toned work of muscular srt of a body glistening with the sweat as she rode her Warrior Monk cowgirl style. Ass jiggling,tits bouncing as she shamelessly plunged herself on that glorious cock. Her pussy welcoming that fuckrod in its sensual embrace as her womb awaited his seed. His heavy balls smacking her booty as his hands grabbed and massaged her big tits. Her fsce an expression of raw,mind numbing ecstasy, tongue out like a bitch in heat. She wasn’t sure how many orgasms she’d had so far and quite frankly she didn’t care, never mind how long they’d been going at it like this. All that she knew was she didn’t want it to stop as she placed her hands atop his, giving him a look as she leaned down to give him a sloppy open air kiss. Their tongues dancing together as they swapped spit and saliva as Bulma continued to watch on with shameless desire. Fully naked herself as she squatted down on her dildo, visualising herself in Valmet’s place as she reminded herself to make a session with her own warrior monk or see if Krillin had some Time to be a pal and scratch her itch like only he could.

Valmet:aaaahn,come on little man,thst all you got? Make me scream and sweat you sex machine!!*the moment she said that,she found herself rolling with him as they struggled to either top one another for an Amazon or mating press* Fuck!, six times you’ve come inside and not pulled once,amazing!*the testing chamber room Echoing with the sound of skin slapping,animalistic sex as she took it doggy style,screaming wantonly as he would fuck her pussy and her ass, deep moans escaping her as he’d slap her booty, to finding herself held up,arms and legs wrapped around him as he performed a standing fuck,fee firmly atop the mattress.*Yes yes yes!!

Hakkaa Päälle!!

it wasn’t the first or last time she would let out her native battle cry, as she aimed to keep going until this sex clone passed out or she did. Bulma of course knew thst not only did this warrior monk pass his quality control test with flying colours, but Valmet ha earned her payday and perhaps a warrior monk all her own. After all in her line of work, a woman like her had needs and the battlefield and war zones were hard places to find some intimacy and real decent means of pleasure. Another satisfied customer and thanks to hidden cameras in the chamber,a good customer review to once again hype their best seller. Ah it was truly good when business was booming.

[storedapear]

Top 10 Natural Supplements to Boost Women’s Sexual Health

Maintaining a healthy sex drive and overall sexual wellness is an important part of life, and many women are looking for natural ways to support this aspect of their well-being. Natural supplements can play a key role in enhancing sexual health, balancing hormones, and boosting energy levels. In this article, we’ll explore the top 10 supplements that are recommended for women’s sexual health, highlighting their benefits and how they work.

1. Maca Root

Maca Root is a plant native to Peru that has been used for centuries to enhance libido and energy. It’s a great option for balancing hormones, increasing sexual desire, and even boosting fertility in both men and women.

Available in powder or capsule form, Maca is easy to incorporate into your routine, whether you add it to smoothies or take it as a supplement. Many women report a noticeable improvement in sexual function and overall energy after using Maca.

2. Ashwagandha

Ashwagandha is an adaptogenic herb that is well-known for its ability to reduce stress and anxiety—two major factors that can contribute to a lower sex drive. By helping the body manage stress and reduce cortisol levels, Ashwagandha can enhance your mood and sexual vitality.

This calming herb not only supports mental health but can also improve your overall sexual well-being by making you feel more relaxed and connected during intimate moments.

3. Tribulus Terrestris

Tribulus Terrestris is a herbal supplement that is often used to boost libido and enhance sexual satisfaction. It works by increasing androgen levels, which are important hormones that influence sexual desire and performance.

Studies have shown that Tribulus can be particularly effective for women who experience a decrease in sexual satisfaction or desire, making it a powerful addition to your natural wellness routine.

4. Ginseng

Ginseng is another adaptogenic herb that’s known for improving energy levels and stamina, which are essential for sexual performance. It also enhances blood circulation, which can increase sensitivity and arousal.

If you’re looking for a natural way to increase both sexual desire and overall physical energy, Ginseng is a great option to consider.

5. Fenugreek

Fenugreek is a well-known herb for balancing hormones and improving sexual health. It contains compounds that help raise estrogen levels and promote libido.

Research has shown that women who take Fenugreek report improved sexual arousal and satisfaction, making it one of the most effective natural supplements for enhancing sexual health.

6. L-Arginine

L-Arginine is an amino acid that plays a key role in increasing nitric oxide production, which improves blood flow throughout the body. For sexual health, better circulation means improved arousal and responsiveness, which can enhance sensitivity in intimate areas.

L-Arginine is available in supplement form and can be particularly helpful for women who are looking to improve their overall sexual experience.

7. Omega-3 Fatty Acids

Omega-3 fatty acids, found in fish oil or flaxseed oil, help regulate hormones and improve circulation. They also reduce inflammation and boost mood, all of which contribute to better sexual health and higher libido.

By supporting overall heart and brain health, Omega-3s can also improve your energy and stamina, which are key for a healthy sex life.

8. Shatavari

Shatavari is an Ayurvedic herb that has long been used to support female reproductive health. It’s known for its ability to balance hormones and increase libido, particularly in women who are going through menopause or experiencing hormonal imbalances.

Shatavari is often recommended for women who are looking for natural ways to enhance their sexual health during times of hormonal change.

9. Vitamin D

Vitamin D is essential for overall health, and it also plays an important role in sexual health. It helps regulate hormones and has been linked to improved libido and greater sexual satisfaction in women.

If you’re not getting enough sun, taking a Vitamin D supplement can help ensure that your hormone levels stay balanced, supporting both your mood and your sexual vitality.

10. Zinc

Zinc is a mineral that’s essential for the production of sex hormones like estrogen and testosterone. It’s also known to improve libido and sexual function by supporting hormonal health.

Zinc is a great addition to any wellness routine, as it helps maintain healthy hormone levels, boosts immunity, and promotes sexual well-being.

Conclusion

These natural supplements can help support women’s sexual health by balancing hormones, boosting libido, and improving energy levels. Whether you’re looking to enhance intimacy or simply want to feel more vibrant and connected, these supplements offer a natural way to improve your sexual well-being.

However, it’s important to consult with a healthcare professional before starting any new supplements, especially if you have any underlying health conditions or are taking medications.

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By incorporating these supplements into your daily routine, you can experience the benefits of natural support for your sexual health while also boosting your overall wellness.

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I've mentioned this character a number of times before, but now she's finally getting a proper introduction.

Name: Callisto Alioth Age: at the time she and Warp meet, she appears to be around 24 Earth years old; however, she is chronologically at least ten thousand years old   Sex: Female Species: Ezzari Height: 4'9" Weight: 122 lbs Orientation: Straight Occupation: Prior to being cryogenically frozen and sent from her homeworld, an apprentice priestess to her grandmother Theia; after her rescue from a slave auction, a maid in the house of Warp Darkmatter Homeworld: unknown Love interest: Warp Darkmatter Family: Theia (grandmother, deceased), Iapetus (father, deceased), Capella (mother, deceased), Blaze (son) Backstory:

Callisto was a member of the Ezzari, an ancient alien race that was one of the most powerful and advanced of its time; they were especially well-known for their creation of a unique and powerful fusion crystal made with an ingredient found only on their homeworld and known only to themselves. However, there came a time when the mighty Ezzari civilization would fall, and their numbers would be decimated. Callisto was placed in a cryogenesis capsule by her father Iapetus, in the hopes that his daughter would be spared the genocide of their people.

Approximately ten thousand years later, her capsule would be found in the jungle of Talera-5 by a team of archeologists, who took pity on the frightened young woman and allowed her to stay with them. Several days later, one of those archeologists would turn out to be a slave trader and sell Callisto to a black market dealer on Tradeworld to be sold at an auction.

When Callisto was brought out on the auction stage, the bidders were intrigued by the exotic beauty before them, especially a Raenok general named Skurj. Several bids were made for the young Ezzari woman, but Skurj managed to retain the highest bid until a muscular blue-skinned man by the name of Warp Darkmatter outbid him at the last minute. Though relieved the Raenok wouldn't be taking her, Callisto was by no means thrilled about being a slave to this cocky brute of a man and made several attempts at escaping from him once he brought her to his home. Though Warp would be injured by her during some of these attempts, he couldn't help but admire her fiery spirit in spite of his frustration.

In an attempt to win her trust, Warp decided to keep his distance from Callisto for awhile, but would leave her gifts by a garden pool she liked to sit by. She remained wary of him, but began to allow him to come closer. One day, while Callisto was massaging Warp's back, the latter noticed the former staring at a decorative urn with great interest.

"Oh, you like that old thing, eh? I found it on one of the moons of Altaari and thought it looked interesting. I have no idea what those odd scribbles all over it are supposed to mean, though."

"I - I know what it means," Callisto responded timidly. "It is in the language of my people." She began to translate the writing on the urn, while Warp listened with great interest.

From that moment on, the two of them would spend more time together, with Callisto telling Warp stories about her world and the Ezzari, and Warp entertaining Callisto with tales of his adventures across the galaxy. However, there came a time when Callisto told Warp something that would be the beginning of the end of the happiest time of his life since joining Zurg. 

"I'm pregnant."

Warp was of course shocked, but also happy he was going to be a father. Callisto, though also happy about her upcoming motherhood, knew something she didn't want her lover to know, fearing if he did know it would endanger her unborn child's life. So she kept it a secret, even as she grew more weak and tired as her pregnancy progressed. Warp was of course concerned, but Callisto assured him she was fine. The day came when a healthy baby boy was born to Warp and Callisto. As Callisto held her son for the first (which would also be the last) time, her smile faded and a tear slid down her cheek. Warp asked if something was wrong, to which Callisto responded, "It's nothing. I'm just tired. Do you think you could take him while I rest awhile?" Warp of course obliged, then asked if she knew what she wanted to named their son, to which she responded, "How about ... Blaze?"

Those were Callisto's last words before she closed her eyes.

She never awakened after that. 

Buzz Lightyear of Star Command and related characters (c) Disney and Pixar Callisto here is mine.

[fat-hedonistic-hogs]

Brain melting pleasure items buried deep in her fupa.. The thing is it takes a while and koads of over use to dumb down bulma.. She gave each other milf a different self pleasure item and they became dumb sows after the first use..

She had intended to leave the brain fryer on a low setting while she finished up the distribution plans for her new line of capsule Corp brand sex toys... Unfortunately in all her wisdom she didn't think about how she'd be able to properly reach her fat swallowed cave without help when she was the only one left with an iq above room temperature.

18's brain was sitting in a jar atop a helmet bubbling and full of preservation green slime that kept her in a constant state of bliss. White and blue capsule Corp jumpsuit hugging her curves as she fumbled around mindless with swirling eyes eager to please anyone she came across.

Videl was currently on patrol as the great saiyan-woman. But underneath her usually gi and tights she had a fully automatic pleasure device inside her rump. It was self adjustable and would automatically activate if it felt her libido was dropping bellow acceptable horny levels.

Chi-Chi was in the assembly room testing out every size of dildo imaginable. She was VERY picky and it wasn't until she reached their "great ape" sized products that she finally started to show sines of pleasure induced brain drain... it was a new phenomenon bulma named and discovered. When someone's pleasure reaches its peak the just can't handle it!

The brain will sizzle and pop like popcorn till their mind is nothing but a distant hazy memory one to soon be replaced by an empty headed sex driven klutz.

So that brings us back to Bulma... stuck In her swivel chair desperately trying to heft up her gut to reach the cosmic vibrator shoved between her fat folds before her own movements switch the dial over to full power and fry her noodle...