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robin buckley x female reader; platonic!eddie munson x female reader
requested
prompt: "can you do an imagine where the reader and eddie are best friends? the reader is bisexual and is dating robin but y/n has never come out to eddie so he walks in on y/n and robin doing the deed and he is just so confused."
rating: mature. minors dni
word count: 1893
summary: reader is in a secret relationship with robin, what happens when her best friend, eddie, walks in on them?
warnings: angst, smut and fluff, the triad. oral (female receiving), fingering, 80's related homophobia, drug mentions and pet names (angel, sweetheart and baby).
a/n: i was so excited to write this one request that i literally woke up like, an hour earlier than i needed to and wrote like, 900 words. i hope you guys like it and that i did the request justice.
Being a queer woman in the 1980’s isn’t exactly easy. Having to deal with bigoted minds and fetishising men all the time takes a toll on your mental health. And add to that the fear of not being accepted by your loved ones and you have the recipe for not coming out.
It’s especially worse when you are dating within your friends’ group and your best friend doesn’t know you are dating you guys’ best friend.
Can you imagine the pickle she’s in now?
She never meant to hide it from Eddie, she loves him like a brother, she really does, but it would break her heart if Eddie started hating her because she is in love with a woman. Because she’s in love with Robin.
Robin.
God, how can she even begin to explain Robin.
Robin is fun. She’s quirky, she worries too much, but she’s also carefree, her nervous rambles are the cutest thing in the world, she always plans the best dates, and she is such a badass. Seeing Robin deal with Vecna in the Upside Down was one of the hottest things she had ever seen.
And fuck, Robin is so hot. Her long, agile fingers, her plush soft lips, her raspy voice, god, her sexy raspy voice, legs that went on for days, and the most perfect set of ti– okay, let’s not get carried away.
In summary, Robin is nothing short of perfect.
It’s a friday afternoon, 5p.m to be exact, and she’s lazily sprawled on Eddie’s couch, a burning joint passing between the two best friends.
“There’s a special screening of the three Nightmare on Elm Street movies tonight at the drive-in, wanna go?” Eddie asked, voice a bit hoarse from all the smoke.
“Umm, I would love to, but I– umm, well I got a date tonight.”
“Oh, you little minx! Do I know who the lucky guy is?”
“Kind of?”
“Wait,” Eddie noticed the hesitation in her voice. “is it– is it Steve?!”
“What?! Eddie no!”
“Is it Jason?!”
She’s flabbergasted, mouth hanging open while she tried to gather her thoughts “Eddie, what the fuck? Do you even know me at all?” she shook her head. “I’m already late, I should be going.”
She got up and took the joint from Eddie’s hand to take one last hit. As usual, he complained and she laughed as she gave it back to him. She kissed her best friend's head, saying “I’ll tell you how it went. Love you!” as she left.
She couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty in asking if Eddie knew her at all and hiding such a big secret from him. But she will tell him. Eventually.
Robin doesn’t have that many friday nights off. It’s the busiest day of the week and for some miracle, Keith decided to give her a much deserved break. Of course she wasn’t going to complain.
Since Robin was tired after a long work week, they decided to stay in.
She would cook some nice pasta and a chocolatey dessert, Robin would snatch a few tapes and they would spend the night in each other's arms.
It’s safe to say that Fast Times quickly turned into background noise.
Robin’s lips are on her lips, in an urgent, soul searing kiss. She’s playing with Robin’s nipple as Robin tries to unbutton her pants.
“Someone is clumsy today.” she said, breaking the kiss as Robin is taking too long to take the button out of the tiny hole he’s secured in.
“Yeah, I missed you and I can’t wait to eat you out.” Robin admitted, sitting on her knees to get a better look at the small object.
“God, Robin!” she moaned.
“What, I missed you and your sweet little pussy.”
“Fuck, come here.” she says, pulling Robin by the hand in another scorching kiss.
It’a desperate, four hands working rapidly to get rid of their clothes.
As usual, Robin is a tease. Her lips faintly touching the sensitive spot on her girlfriend’s neck, the tip of her nose caressing the girl’s earlobe.
After a lot of protest from her girlfriend, she trails kisses and little love bites down her chest, wasting no time in playing with her sensitive nipples.
The girl starts moving her hips desperately, trying to get some friction. Robin moves down, sloppy kisses leaving a wet path down her gorgeous belly.
Robin pins her lover’s hips to the bed and slowly brings her face to the girl’s warm core, teasingly blowing air to her sensitive clit.
“Rob, please.” the girl whined.
“Tell me what you want.” Robin teased in her raspy voice.
“I want you to fuck me, please.”
Robin wasted no time. Her lips attaching to the girl's clit, tongue lapping around her hole, drinking all her juices. Her long fingers touching her lover’s sweet spot repeatedly.
She came in a matter of minutes. Legs shaking, hands gripping the comforter and Robin’s hair in an attempt to bring her closer to her core, Robin’s name coming out of her mouth in a whispered chant.
She pulls Robin up when it becomes too much and a giggle escapes her lips.
“Come ‘ere, I wanna taste myself on your lips.” the girl said hoarsely.
Robing quickly obliged, asking “Think you can get me another one?”
She nods, pulling Robin down, moaning as she tasted herself on Robin’s tongue.
Robin’s fingers are working extra hard in her girlfriend’s pussy, her second orgasm already forming when–
“Angel, how did the date go? You’re back–“
“Eddie what the fuck?!” the girls screamed in unison.
“Early…”
The couple scrambled around trying to gather their clothes, blankets or whatever they could to cover their bodies.
Eddie is frozen by the door, mouth agape, moving without any sound coming out.
“Eddie,” his best friend said, “we can explain!”
“I’m– you– I’m going to leave you guys alone… you know, to finish whatever you’re doing.”
“Eddie–“ Robin pleaded.
“No… you guys are clearly busy. I’ll– I’ll just go… talk to y’all later. I guess…” Eddie left in a hurry, even with the girls calling out for him.
“Rob…” the girl started crying. “He hates me.”
“No, sweetheart,” Robin hugged her girlfriend, holding her tightly. “He doesn’t, okay? He is just shocked.”
The girl started crying harder, her mind going a million miles per hour.
“Hey baby, look at me.” Robin asked, hands cradling her head, wiping her tears. “Calm down. I know it is scary, but give him sometime and then talk to him, okay?”
She nodded. “Yeah, okay.”
The night was restless. The morning came without the girl being able to close her eyes and rest for a single second. She felt tired, anxious and scared.
Robin had left early, the first shift of Family Video calling her name.
After too much thought, the girl finally decided to call her best friend.
The phone rang one, two, three, ten times, and when she was almost hanging up, Eddie finally picked it up.
“Hello?” his voice is raspy and low, a clear sign he had just woken up.
“Hey, it’s me.” her voice is small, barely above a whisper.
“Oh, hey angel.”
“Did I wake you up?”
“Kind of… but I needed to anyway, so thank you.” his voice sounded brighter, sleep finally evading him.
“So, umm… we need to talk– I need to talk to you about last night.”
“Angel, it’s really no probl–“
“No, Eddie, please. I really need to talk to you.” she begged him, voice on the verge of tears.
“Oh, it’s serious. Got it.”
“Yeah. Could you meet me in like, half an hour in the woods?”
“Our spot?”
“Yeah.”
Those thirty minutes were the longest of her life. Her nails were bitten as were her lips, and she is pretty sure she was about to open a circle shaped hole on the ground.
She kept checking her watch, watching the minutes slowly passing by.
Five, ten, fifteen minutes passed by past the time they had agreed to meet. Eddie was late.
He hates me and is not coming. Her anxiety was getting the best of her.
“Sorry I’m late, sweetheart.” Eddie’s voice came from behind her and she sighed in relief. “Had to wash my hair.”
She nodded. “So…”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t even know where to begin.” she laughed a humourless laugh.
“Take your time.” Eddie grabbed her hand and squeezed. The gesture made her a bit emotional.
“I– I like girls, Eddie.”
“What about that dude you were seeing a few months ago? Paul, right?”
She nodded. “I like boys too.” she whispered. “I’m bi, Eddie. I like boys and I like girls the same, I like kissing them, I like holding their hands and I like making love to them.”
Eddie smiled, trying to not disturb her rant.
“And I love Robin. We’ve been dating for like, two months now. And she’s so sweet, so lovely… and– and she helped me so much after, you know, everything that happened to you down there. I really, really love her.”
“And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, but I was so terrified of how you would react when I came out to you, I thought you would hate me and–“
“Hey, hey, angel, calm down.” Eddie interrupted her as he noticed she was starting to hyperventilate. “Breath, okay?”
She nodded and wiped the tears that were threatening to spill.
“Why did you think I would hate you?” Eddie asked, his soft voice, trying to calm her.
“We live in such a small town and I’ve seen how people like me and Rob get treated. Remember mr. Johnson?” Eddie nodded as she kept going. “I just didn’t want anything bad to happen to us… I was afraid of how you were going to react, you know, we never really talked about this.”
Eddie laughed, squeezing her hand tighter. “Angel, you’re friends with the town freak, do you really think I would mind? And besides, who's to say I haven’t had my fair share of… experimenting?”
“Really?” the girl asked, eyes going wide.
Eddie just shrugged.
Silence engulfed them, the air a lot lighter. The girl started laughing and crying, this time crying happy tears. Eddie got up and sat beside her, hugging her tightly.
“I love you. You’re my best friend and I love you, okay? I know my reaction yesterday wasn’t the best, I was mostly shocked in seeing you and Robin naked, and a little bit hurt because you didn’t tell me before, but I get you, okay?
She nodded.
“Good. You don’t have to hide anything from me anymore. I will always love and support you no matter what.”
“Yeah, no more secrets.” she said, lifting her pinky, Eddie quickly locking his on hers.
“Does anyone else know?”
“Only Steve.”
“Steve? You told Steve before me?!” Eddie shrieked, making her laugh.
“No. You know Steve and Robin are best friends and she came out to him last year. He knew she had a crush on me and actually pushed her into asking me out, so you know, he, surprisingly, figured it out.”
“Huh, okay. If I find out Steve is getting news before me I’m disowning you.”
“Okay, Dad.” she giggled.
“Hey, they are screening the three Nightmare on Elm Street movies again today, wanna go?”
“Race you to the van?”
Feedback is welcomed and appreciated 🤎
#robin buckley#robin buckley x reader#robin buckley imagine#robin buckley fic#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fic#eddie munson imagine#stranger things#stranger things x reader#strager things imagine#stranger things fic#db writes#db fics
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made a new tag on ao3 👌
this is a serious departure of my regular fics but it's a dystopian au fic in the Mirai Timeline centered around Marron ((with some ViHan & TruMar sprinkles eventually))
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the yoinkening
(from the latest chapter of Fuckboi Dream Was Forced To Experience The Mortifying Ordeal Of Being Alive And All He Got Was This Stupid Husband (by Fall Out Boy) by @dancinbutterfly )
#my art#fishfingersandscarves#the sandman#the sandman netflix#comic#dreamling#dream/hob#fic rec#dancinbutterfly#dream of the endless#dream (the sandman)#hob gadling#robert gadling#death of the endless#death (the sandman)#blood cw#hehehe i have been so excited for db to post this chapter#happy 7th of june to those in england lmfao#rip murphy
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I'm sure everything will work out in the end 🎵
#db#dbttlor#fave fic ever#i do hope ryan will be able to play his guitar again#rymin#infinity train#my art
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gotenks defusing and goten and trunks adopting bits and pieces of each other's habits and personalities, even bits of memories that aren't their own. suddenly goten's got a bit of haughtiness in him, and bulma wonders why trunks has gotten just a little more carefree. trunks suddenly being able to know how to fish and farm, while goten's breezing through math equations almost as good as gohan does. goten having memories of seeing himself through trunks' eyes and vice-versa. he's more myself than i am etc etc
#aka a truten fic i'd like to write someday LOL#dragon ball#dragon ball z#db#dbz#son goten#trunks briefs#trunks#truten
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Can i request sfw prompt 1 with vegeta. But instead of it being vegeta's shirt can it be s/o's baggy hoodie that vegeta borrows?
#1- "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?"
author's note: i love vegeta in casual clothes. i want nothing more than to see him in a henley shirt 🤤
pairing: vegeta x fem!reader
warnings: fluff, vegeta being a lil shit
Getting Vegeta out of his armor and into casual clothes was a gradual thing. Despite it being the uniform of his past as a slave and the reminder of his genocidal deeds, it was comforting for him as the only constant he'd ever had his entire life. At any moment he'd be ready to fight, and that damn standard issue Frieza Force fit could handle it, with its ability to stretch at any size and to a certain extent, it could tank most hits without damage.
But sometimes it's laundry day, and it's not like he's got many pairs of armor tucked away. And as proud as he is of his body, he's humble enough to not walk around Bulma's place in the nude.
He's not above stealing, however.
You hum softly as you pull your laundry out of the dryer, rubbing your fingers and thumb together through Vegeta's skin-tight Saiyan suit. It's been hanging to dry since your clothes finished washing, and you've begun a routine of washing Vegeta's clothes with yours. It isn't like he's got much to make a full load anyway, and you can't recall ever seeing your sister do her own laundry.
With another hum, you drape his armor over your basket of clothes and begin the trek upstairs. Your room is right across the hall from the Saiyan's, so you simply hang the suit on the door and knock before stepping into your bedroom. With a sigh and a heave of the basket, you look at the arduous task for several minutes before starting.
Folding. Fuck folding.
"Bulma! Vegeta!" You shout through cupped hands. "Dinner's ready!" Bulma's door opens quickly with your older, adoptive sister practically jumping down the stairway.
"Thank god, I'm starving. Smells like steak?"
"Surf 'n turf." You nod, glancing back in the direction of the stairs. "He better hurry, 'cuz he's gonna be mad if he misses this, with all the meat I made."
"His loss!" Bulma shrugs, piling the delicious meal you've prepped onto her plate, her hip propped to the countertop as she starts eating. Despite Bulma's uncaring attitude, after your plate is fixed up you set aside the rest for Vegeta. It's a hefty portion, and after living with him for a year, you've figured out the sweet spot for the prince's hunger; any less than the three steaks, two bags worth of shrimp, plus the rest of the fixins and Vegeta would have a pouty, princely tantrum.
"You baby him, y'know." Bulma says before biting into her steak.
Your eyes cut at her sharply, annoyed as you sip on your tea. "You built him a special training room."
"You cook for him!"
"I cook for you!"
"You do his laundry!"
"You bought him the clothes I wash!"
"He's wearing your hoodie!"
"You- He what."
Bulma smirks, lazily flicking her fork in the incoming prince's direction. Sure enough, he's wearing your favorite hoodie as he strides to the kitchen. It's an old one from your teenage years with a worn Nirvana logo on it. The thing has always been like a safety net; its large size has allowed you to sort of "hide" whenever your nerves have gotten to you.
But on Vegeta, it's perfect. He fills it out how it's meant to, the black fabric making him look so snugly. It's odd, seeing him so… Soft? His rippling muscles are entirely covered, and his sharply narrowed eyes lose their bite. You point to the leftover platter, pleased with his nod of thanks. Bulma hides a giggle behind her palm, eyes openly ogling Vegeta's ass in those jeans while he walks the platter to the table.
"Stop that!" You whisper, throwing the salt shaker at her. It doesn't dissuade your sister, however, and she merely throws the shaker right back. You catch it, sticking your tongue out and looking to Vegeta as he tears into his mini feast.
"Is that my hoodie?"
"I dunno." Vegeta shrugs. You blink slowly, glancing at your sister and then back to the Saiyan prince.
"Where did you even get it from?" You swear it was-
"In your closet."
b r u h
"Then… It would be mine."
"Hm." Vegeta finishes his food, politely moving the dishes into the sink and washing his hands. "I'll be training."
His knuckles ghost over your knee as he leaves, a thrill of warmth sent up all the way to your neck. Bulma, at the very least, has the courtesy to wait for Vegeta's footsteps to recede upstairs before laughing loudly at you.
"You so have a thing for him!"
"Shut UP, Bulma!" Jaw tightened and brows furrowed, a dish towel's suddenly in her face while you stomp upstairs. Embarrassment ebbs at your skin, cheeks hot and flustered goosebumps littering your arms and legs. Of course you're interested in Vegeta; a strong, handsome man in your home?? That you take care of?? You'd have to be blind, deaf, and dumb to not take interest.
You're suddenly met with a brick wall, though when you see that bright blue another wave of embarrassment showers over you. Naturally you'd run directly into your crush at a time like this.
How is he so SOLID-
"Here." Vegeta murmurs, looking into your eyes so directly he can probably see your brain short out and stop working. If he did, though, he doesn't indicate it and gently drapes the folded hoodie over your shoulder, his knuckles brushing your skin again.
Without another word, Vegeta departs for his training session. You gnaw on your lip and carefully hold the sweatshirt, the scent of his body wash lingering on it. You hold it to your nose and quickly scurry into your bedroom before Bulma catches you.
"WHY IS IT SO FUCKING COLD?!"
You flinch, side-eyeing your shivering sister with a look that could kill and pass her a cup of hot cocoa. "Because it's the dead of winter, eleven at night, and you broke the goddamn heater. I can't believe you don't know anything HVAC related, and more than that, I can't believe you fucked with it not knowing what to do!"
"Oh, you can bet your ass I'm gonna be an expert by the end of the week! And excuse me for trying to make it work in my bedroom!"
All you can muster is an eye roll, tuning out Bulma's incessant blabbering and shiver as you prepare your own cocoa. Your sleeves are long, but the thin fabric wasn't doing you any favors. Bulma, all bundled up and even sporting an orange beanie with a blue pom on top, tugs at your thin top. "You're gonna freeze, girl."
"I can't find my hoodie." Your fingers twirl a spoon between them as the marshmallows melt in the cocoa.
"You have more." Bulma narrows her blue eyes suspiciously.
"That one's my favorite. It's big and warm and soft." Your lips curl into a pout.
"Mhm, sure. Or is it that it's been occupied by a sexy-"
"Who the hell turned the air on?" Vegeta asks as he strides into the kitchen, in dark sweatpants and wearing your hoodie once again. Sometimes it feels like this is the only room you see him in.
"Bulma broke the furnace." You cut your eyes to her again, sticking your tongue out when she flips up her middle finger at you.
"Of course." Vegeta rolls his eyes, accepting the cup of cocoa you quickly make up for him. His fingers graze yours, but he's frowning and seems not to notice the action. "You have goosebumps."
"Ah, it's cold?"
"Where's your jacket?"
"Where's my jacket?"
"You deaf?"
"I- No."
"Hm. Here." Vegeta pulls off your hoodie, and the chill in the house dispels in an instant.
Your sister's eyes damn near bulge out of her head at Vegeta's naked torso. While her face slowly turns red, Vegeta opens up the hoodie and pulls it over your head and tugs it down, quieting your worries down before you can voice them. "Saiyans are more hot-blooded than humans; I'll be fine."
Your mouth is bone-dry and you probably haven't blinked since the second that hem started going up. "Uh… I, ah… T-Thanks."
Vegeta takes a step back, picking up his mug and looking directly into your eyes while he takes a sip. "Mhm."
What the fuck. Why is he so hot.
Bulma's baby blues flick between you and Vegeta, her mouth parted enough to catch flies. "What the hell is going on here."
"Stay warm tonight." Vegeta keeps his eyes trained on you, shifting away before pausing his movements. "Make those hashbrowns with the eggs and bacon in the morning."
"Yes sir." You nod dumbly, eyes burning from the lack of blinking. What the hell was that about??
"G'night, ladies." Vegeta murmurs before strutting back out, a satisfied smirk on his lips when he feels two pairs of eyes on his toned back.
"If you don't get a piece of that when he's literally putting himself on a platter…" Bulma warns lowly, already thinking of potential baby names. "I fucking will."
You scoff and dump what remains in your mug, "Shut up. He's just after food."
"You are so dumb." Bulma pulls off her beanie and fans herself. "He's been giving you fuck-me eyes for months and I am siiiiiiiick of it."
"I-" You cheeks heat up and you pull your hood up, hiding your face in it.
"Uh-uh! Own it! Hot space alien has the hots for you!"
"You don't know that!"
"Yes I do. He wants you to stay warm in his-"
"Bulma Briefs!"
Your sister leaves the room after a quick kiss to your temple, cackling all the way upstairs while you childishly rub the smooch away. Your thoughts wander while you do an inventory of the fridge, wondering if Bulma's words really do hold any weight to them. Yes, Vegeta has been… Bold. His smoldering gaze sets you ablaze every time he looks your way, and more and more you're noticing him looking at you, touching you…
Wearing your hoodie whenever he feels like it.
Perhaps she's onto something, but that'll be dealt with later, as it's midnight and he's already said his goodnights. But as you set your hand on the doorknob to your room, Vegeta's door opens up. Cursing softly, you turn your head to give him one more goodnight.
There's a pause, your eyes locked and the tension becoming more charged with each passing second. He's thrown on a dark Henley since going back to his bedroom, and it is entirely unfair for half-covered forearms to look so damn good. "Um… You're up late." You grimace at yourself for the lame conversation starter, though Vegeta seems not to care.
"Training room is broken."
"Bulma's gonna tear you a new one."
"And all I have to do is take off my shirt and she'll shut up."
Devious bastard.
"Good… Good point." You bite into your lip and curl your hand around the fabric of your sleeve, pulling it to your lip while cutting eye contact with the handsome prince.
"Do I make you nervous?"
"... A little bit."
Those bulky arms cross over his muscled chest and he smirks at you like he's gotten prey in his cross hairs. "I suppose it makes sense." He leans in closely to you, your chin soon between his fingers so he can make you look at him. A soft, sharp inhale sucks in between your lips, Vegeta's smirk widening. "A bad man living right across the hall… That'd make anyone nervous. But that's not why you're nervous."
"Vegeta…"
His arms box you in, hands firmly planted on the painted wall and leaving you with no escape. "Ever had a man this close?"
"... No." The air is heavy around you, so thick you could cut through it with an eyelash curler. Vegeta's dark eyes flick down and then back at your eyes, and you could swear he looked at your lips. He inches even closer, his lips a whisper on your cheek before they meet your ear, his voice causing an involuntary shudder throughout your entire body; even your goosebumps get goosebumps.
"How long are you going to ignore me?"
"Vegeta?"
"Way I see it, you've got two choices. You can acknowledge me, let me down easy if you gotta, or…" He thumbs the hem of your sweatshirt. "You give this back."
"It's my hoodie!" You squeak. He's so close that when you turn your head, your nose bumps his. He's right there!
"You mean our hoodie?"
"I- You- We- Huh??"
"We're sharing it. End of."
"Well, what're you sharing with me?" Your lips curl into an adorable pout and you cross your arms with an annoyed eyebrow raised. Who the hell was he to make demands from you?? He was in your house you shared with Bulma, eating your food and living off of you and your sister entirely for free! Not to mention he'd tried to kill all of your friends!!!
"The hoodie."
"Of yours." You started rolling your eyes entirely too often when Bulma allowed him to stay here.
Vegeta smirks. "I have one thing in mind."
His lips are on yours, and in the morning when you're cooking his breakfast, he struts into the kitchen with a satisfied smirk and your old hoodie on once again. Bulma eyes you incredulously as she walks in, noticing how his hand rubs up the curve of your spine before running back down and gripping your rear.
"I told you so!"
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Cell & Frieza were the winners of the poll!! You folks sure know how to pick them! >;3c Please enjoy the story, mind the CW’s, and read at your own risk.
rating: [MA-X] - for a mature audience
cw: smut/(n)sfw, threesome, language, slight dub-con, implied fem reader (with gn pronouns), lack of protection, slight breeding kink, frieza reverts back to his 2nd form
word count: 2,584
sneak peek: "If you wish to be treated like a slut, so be it, but don't say we didn't warn you..little one.~"
x (you are here) | x | x | x | x | x | x | x
You sat on the couch, sighing and looking around at the other guests at the party. You were invited by Zarbon to join in on the fun. It wasn't like he wanted to invite you, it seemed more like a pity invite. Your eyes rolled as you watched the guest have their fun.
"Why am I even here...?" You mumbled to yourself, leaning back in your seat. The spot next to you filled, causing you to look over. The Lord and Empire of the Universe himself sat beside you. 'What the hell is Lord Frieza doing here?!'. You blinked and looked at him as he drank from his cup.
"Not much of a party person, are you (y/n)?" Frieza asked, looking into his cup. You stared at him. He turned his head, his piercing red eyes looked back at you. "Well?"
You quickly looked away and nodded your head. He was right, you weren't much of a "party person". All you did was do your work, keep your head down, and go back to your quarters to repeat the next day. Frieza watched your body language and chuckled to himself.
"My, aren't you a nervous one? Don't worry, unwind a little. It is a party after all. Not a party for me, but you should still have fun." He hummed and took another sip. You nodded your head and looked back at him. Before you could ask a question, a large shadow loomed over you both.
Frieza's eyes looked up. His nose scrunched at the figure in front of you both. "Cell…" He choked out in disgust, "And what do I owe the unplease..?" The figure chuckled deeply. "No pleasure at all? That's a little rude of you, Frieza?" You looked up, nearly hurting your neck. The figure was an odd one. He looked like a large cicada but had a gorgeous face and pale hands. You couldn't keep your eyes off of him, and he noticed. Cell crouched down and took your hand, gently kissing it. "Well, are you cute enough to eat.." He purred, "I'm Perfect Cell, little one…but you can just call me Cell." He said, his charming yet deep voice almost threw you into a trance.
Frieza clicked his tongue, clearing his throat. "This is my acquaintance that works for me, (y/n). Isn't that right?" You nod, not losing eye contact with Cell. His deep, hungry gaze switched over from you to Frieza. "Oh? And how come they couldn't say their own name??" Cell questioned the smaller tyrant. Frieza smirked, nearly wanting to rip Cell apart. "Maybe if you stop staring at my workers like some kind of five-course meal, they can speak." Cell laughed and nodded his head. "You think that's the reason? Fine." He looked back at you and smiled, "Tell me your name, little one."
You looked at him then back at Frieza. His face was covered in hidden anger. "Go on. Anwser the rouch." Cell growled at the insult, but then quickly changed back to his charming self. "Um…I'm (y/n)." You answered with a warm smile. Cell chuckled and gently rubbed your cheek. "There we go..~" Your breath nearly got stuck in your throat. Frieza leaned over and swatted his hand away. "Enough of that, Cell. Don't you have more people to absorb?" He hissed. Cell chuckled and grabbed your wrist, "Sure, you could say that…and thanks to you, I found the next person I want to taste." He said, looking at you. Quickly, Cell stood up and looked in the direction of Zarbon. "Hey, Zar. I found my closet buddy!" You were completely lost. Closet buddy?
Zarbon walked over and looked down at you, his towering figure along with Cell's was something truly beautiful to look at. Zarbon's face changed and looked at Cell, "Them? Really?" Cell proudly nodded and held you up by your wrist. "Why yes. Is there a problem?" Zarbon scoffed and shook his head, "Of course not… just didn't take you as the type of person to be into lower life forms. You are a kinky bastard." He softly pushed Cell, causing him to chuckle too. "Now, make your way to the closet -" Before Zarbon could finish his sentence, Frieza shot up from his seat. "You aren't taking them, without me!" Cell and Zarbon both looked down at the tyrant. Zarbon was shocked and nearly dropped to the floor. "My Lord, are you…are you serious about this?" Frieza grabbed your other hand and held it up. "I was going to have them in the closet with me when it was my turn. If Cell takes them now, I want them as well." Cell rolled his eyes and huffed. Zarbon looked at all three of you, nodding his head. Of course, he couldn't say no to his boss.
With all the fighting slightly subsiding, Zarbon leads you and the other two to a large closet. "Seven minutes is all you have. Not a minute over…unless Lord Frieza says so." Zarbon nodded down at the smaller alien. Cell nodded quickly and shoved you into the closet. "Yes, yes. Unless the purple brat says otherwise. We get it, now let's get a move on. I'm hungry…~" He hummed, ducking into the closet. His ominous chuckle slightly echos. Frieza cringed at his disgusting wording and sighed. "Zarbon, if I knock twice before the time is up. Open the door." Zarbon blinked and slowly nodded, not understanding the meaning of that.
In the closet, you sat on the floor. Once the door closed, everything was eerily quiet and dark. You looked around, catching a glimpse of Cell's and Frieza's eyes. They both looked at each other, but Cell's was the one that moved closer to you. He held you up and pinned you to the wall, leaning over to gently place soft kisses around your neck. He wasted no time. You, on the other hand, tried to push him away. This was happening way too fast. You grunted and gasped, moaned, and begged for him to slow down. He only chuckled and exhaled against your skin causing you to shudder.
"Frieza never told me you smelled so good when you're scared…~ But there is no reason for that, I won't hurt you or do anything to harm you unless you want me to…~ I'm here to only have fun.~" He growled in his chest, feeling a strong hand touch his shoulder. Once he turned his head, the figure behind him didn't look like Frieza. It looked more like his father, but it was Frieza; just his second form. "You're enjoying yourself too much. You'll ruin your appetite that way.." Frieza's deeper voice shocked you both. Cell smirked and chuckled at the sentence. "Fine, then come and share this with me." Frieza scoffed at the proposal and pulled you away from the wall. Gently placing you against his bigger and broader chest.
Cell continued to kiss along your neck, gently grinding up against you. Your head started to feel light and you nearly yelped when Cell bites down. Frieza growled at this, slowly guiding his hands to your chest. You mewled out, trying to keep quiet. Frieza leaned over to kiss the shell of your ear, "You don't have to be quiet. If they hear you, I'll deal with them…~" He huffed, licking along your ear. You nodded and started to moan softly. Cell looked over at Frieza, who had the same idea in mind. They both nodded and laid you on the ground.
You opened your eyes and looked up, seeing both of these large figures towering over you. You felt so small, weak…yet, you wanted to have both of them. "H-hurry up.." You said softly. They both looked down at you, their eyes seeming to glow brighter once you said that. "I want to..keep going." Cell crouched down to you and cocked his head to the side. "Well, aren't you impatient? Fine, we'll get on with it. Frieza?" He said, looking back up at the larger alien. Frieza chuckled and got on his knees. "I hope you don't mind us both having our way then." You shook your head, signaling that everything was okay for you. Frieza smirked and quickly got to it, taking off your bottoms and undergarments. Cell did the same to your top. Once you lay nude on the floor, Frieza got to work. Quickly placing cold kisses on your thighs, dragging his tongue along them also. You shudder and meet the soft lips of Cell. Frieza raised your legs, pulling you closer to him. He leaned back down, slowly eating you out. You moaned loudly into the kiss, causing Cell to grunt. The sudden spark of pleasure nearly drove you wild. Cell couldn't take much longer of this. He pulled away, gently pawing at this black codpiece, and growled.
"(y/n)." Cell began, and you opened your eyes to see a large member in front of you. "Open your mouth, wide." He panted out. You had no idea where his member came from, but there was no time for that. You opened your mouth, lulling out your tongue. With no warning, Cell shoved his member deep inside your throat. He growled and placed his hand on your throat. "Getting weaker I see?" He cooed, groaning as you clawed and tightened around his member. Frieza watched as Cell rocked his hips against your face. "Give them time to breathe, Cell. They are still my employee." Frieza said through slurps. Cell nodded his head and panted, pulling away from you. You coughed and breathed out, "D-don't worry, If I need to breathe. I'll tap your leg…j-just give it to me please!" You said, hunger filled your eyes. Cell nearly lost it at your words. "If you wish to be treated like a slut, so be it, but don't say we didn't warn you..little one.~" Cell placed a heavy hand on your throat again, jamming his cock back into your mouth. Your muffled cries and moans caused Frieza to lose control. His usual regal and proper attitude was completely out the window.
Quickly, Frieza sat up and huffed. He put his decency to the side and started to stroke his bulging member. Cell chuckled at Frieza, "Don't worry Frieza, we still have a few minutes left…take your time with the dessert.~" The empire didn't listen. His mind was too focused on your smell and the pleasure that coursed through him. He lifted your legs up again and rushed his cock inside of you. You screamed out, Cell hunched over at the sudden pain. You dug your nails into him. "Ah! Damn it!!" Cell growled and moved his hips back before pumping his cock in and out of your throat. "F-Frieza, stop being so damn hard-headed and be careful! You're not the only one doing something here!" Frieza glared up at him, bucking his hips into you, "Why don't you just shut it, Cell? Enjoy them while you can. They're all mine once this idiotic party is over." Cell clicked his tongue and pulled out. He quickly moved you away from Frieza and rolled onto his back, gently laying you on top of him. Your back met with his cool, hard chest.
"Now Frieza," He began, "If you aren't going to properly share your dessert with me, I'll just have to take what I want." Cell said as he started to spread your legs wide. Your face grew a deep shade of red, "Now then, (y/n). You've been awfully quiet, and I find that quite rude." He started as he aimed his cock at your slick opening. "I want you, to tell us what you want.." He said in a gruff whisper. You whimpered and gasped as you were slowly filled, "P…please.." You started, "I..want to cum! I want you both to make me cum!" You cried. Cell chuckled deeply, looking up at Frieza, "I'm sure we can both fit, why don't you join me?~" Frieza's red eyes glowed with lust. He eyed you and glared at Cell, "Fine. I'll join.." He crawled over to you both, caging you between him and Cell. His member rubbed up against Cell and nudged up against you.
You both looked at Frieza, Cell kissed your neck and whispered, "Relax, just let him in. You'll enjoy this, I promise." You gulped and panted heavily. Frieza managed to squeeze inside and howled in slight pain, but soon melted into pleasure. You threw your head back, resting it on Cell's shoulder. "That's it, just give in.~" He huffed and started to buck his hips up. Frieza matched his pace, moaning softly. You were on the verge of screaming out for them to stop, but the pleasure soon started to swarm you. As they both hit your most sensitive spots, you cried out their name. Cell laughed loudly, spreading your legs wider and pounded deeper into you. Frieza hissed and grabbed your ankles, pushing your legs back. You felt like you were being ripped apart. The pleasure started to build up more and more for everyone. Cell panted, turning your head to look at him, "You feel so good. So…perfect. I could eat you up in one fucking bite!~" He growled and grabbed your jaw, wrapping his other arm around your torso. "Speak up, pet. Tell us what you want! Now!" Frieza glared down at you, "Listen to us and we'll give it to you!" He adjusted himself, fixing the position he was in to squat over you. This caused him to go deeper.
Your eyes rolled back, you were nearly there. "F-fuck!! Please!! Just…let me cum!!" You cried out, repeating the word 'please' over and over again. The two men looked at each other through the darkness and nodded. Ramming their raging cocks deeper inside of you, their pace quickened. Cell gave you soft praise while Frieza degraded you, you were in a whirl of emotions and pleasure. "I knew you were a weak slut when I hired you!! You're nothing more than a sick, twisted bitch that needs to be bred!" Frieza roared out, cumming inside of you. He hissed and exhaled through his teeth, riding out his orgasm like a feral animal. He leaned over, letting go of your ankles, and clawed at the walls. Cell chuckled again before letting out a low moan, he leaned over to bite you. You were overstimulated and wailed out, crying and cumming at the same time. Your legs started to shake as you managed to squirt your essence on the tyrant and the android. "Y-yes! Yes!" Cell panted out, pumping his and Frieza's cum deeper in you, "Let go! Give in to your desires!" He kissed your neck and back. You bite your lip, your eyes start to roll back before everything started to fade.
Frieza let out a low groan as he pulled out of you. Cell hummed in delight as he pulled away too, gently placing you on the floor. "Well, that was delicious. Thank you, (y/n), for the meal. I couldn't get enough.~" He said, amused at his work. Frieza, back in his usual form, came over to look at what was done. The entire closet was a mess and it smelled. He scrunched up his nose and looked at Cell, "We should help clean them up. I would hate for our new toy to be any more humiliated." Cell nodded and helped, "Our, lhuh?" Frieza stayed silent and glared as he gently cleaned you. "Don't fucking push it."
**Please do not repost/claim/edit my stories
story & title card by @rumblebat
character(s) (c) Akira Toriyama
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i feel like main gohan is scared of his anger but future gohan relies on it.
like, okay. so main gohan has won fights with his anger, right? but he’s also done terrible things with it. he knows that when he can use it, he’ll be on the right side of a beatdown. but he doesn’t trust himself with what happens when it's there. when goku tells him to get angry in buu saga, he expresses reservations, because when gohan got angry with cell, people died. so main gohan's anger is source of incredible power, but it’s also something to be scared of. a beast in the cage of his mortal form. he has to train the power he gets from anger to keep it under control.
future gohan, though? future gohan has never won a fight in his life. like, okay, technically he got the KO on vegeta, but even then, in every fight he’s ever been in, he was on the wrong side of the beatdown. he’s never known winning, let alone what it feels like to have unquestionable superior strength against an enemy.
but his anger gave him super saiyan. it gives him strength and resistance in the face of unrelenting horror. anger is literally keeping future gohan alive. why would he be afraid of it? all his heroes died, and their deaths gave him a weapon to protect everyone left.
so anger just works very differently in their self images. main gohan tries to manage and hold down his anger, because he knows how dangerous it can be. he wants to protect the people he loves from its consequences.
but future gohan cherishes his anger. it is his protection. future gohan's anger is a gift from the people who loved him, and he nurtures that gift to make sure it doesn't go to waste.
#future gohan#son gohan#dragon ball z#db#dragon ball#the thing that happens whenever talks to me about my own fics is im compelled to reread them and do line edits#and now i have a pile of the thoughts that were going on in my head when i wrote the future gohan fic#here is 1
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Made for vent purposes. Trigger Warning for mention of s*xual assault/rape.
Also on YT
#dragon ball#vegeta#goku#kakavege#vegekaka#dbs#vegegoku#gokuvege#dragon ball super#based off my fic but i removed mentions of the wives.#wait this actually posted?#i didnt expect this#I made it private but apparently Tumblr double posted#thank you all#this took three days to make so im happy some people enjoyed it
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Hi, I requested 💘 for the Valentine's Day event with Broly. Could you also add 💌 to that request? Please??
Broly | love confession
content: ( mutual crushing / pining, z!fighter reader, new friends to lovers, love confession )
warning: ( referenced canon-typical violence )
a/n: I accidentally deleted the first half of this ask while removing others I could not accept so I am winging it based on the hearts and I am sorry sender!
And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover. - "Lover"
Imagine the Earth's surprise when another saiyan was discovered to have survived the desolation of Planet Vegeta. It wasn't until Bulla's birthday party and celebrating a year since the Tournament of Power did the rest of the earthling warriors have a formal introduction to Broly and his friends. Goku invited them all along to get away from the wasteland of Vampa and share some good food. Like the others, you didn't know what to think of them all. Especially Broly, and you were all right to be wary. The last birthday party you all attended with a surprise guest didn't quite go as planned but Goku was there to vouch for his new companions and reassured a pleasant event.
One by one, eventually everyone opened up and was able to get past the tension to enjoy yet another extravagant Brief Function. Somehow you managed to get to Broly when he was on his own. He stood over the spread of food with his hands already full, hurriedly packing the food in his mouth in the typical saiyan way yet somehow more savage. He didn't even strive to use the utensils around, simply grabbing with his bare hands what caught his eye and pushing it past his crowded maw in record time. You were hesitant to even try to build yourself a plate watching, afraid your hand may get caught in his path. Sensing the energy coming from him also dialed up your nerves being so close and without his admittedly sketchy companions that seemed to guide him. You would rather fight for your life in another Tournament of Power than go against this guy. Goku's sudden presence is what surprises you the most and exposed your staring however, his large hand clasping down on your shoulder and earning a frightful squeak alerting Broly to you both.
"Woah Broly, you might wanna take it easy! This food is for everyone to eat. (Y/n) here is waiting for her turn." Goku casually explained to the larger saiyan and you watch as Broly's eyes lowered down on you, your hands clenching your own plate at the natural glare but Goku gives you a slight nudge forward. "Don't worry, if I know Bulma there's plenty more tasty food where this came from!" He encouraged. You expected a response similar to the saiyans you've encountered in the past with a look like that but what followed completely caught you off guard.
Broly's brow furrowed with regret, his eyes softened at what he'd done. "Sorry." He utters gently, brushing his knuckles across his lips to wipe away the crumbs. Something in his expression embellished the sunlight reflecting his tan skin just right and shot through your chest, the word "adorable" crossed your thoughts when your heart skipped a beat. Your eyes, without thought, fall upon other handsome features of his physique that caused your face to shade with color. Only aware of your actions when Broly suddenly bows out of respect to you. "Please excuse me. You can eat now. The food is very good."
Your heart skipped again. "O-Oh. You don't have to be so formal with me. I'm just a guest like you. Feel free to keep eating, yourself. There's still plenty to go around!" You smiled. The little grin you got in return made your insides flutter. You continued to chat with the two saiyans before Goku departed at his wife's call to her side and for a slow and merry passage of time spanning only over an hour in reality, it was just you and Broly until one of his companions returned to his side.
That was the start of it, sharing stories of battles you've fought with good food and getting to know each other. Despite his intimidating power, he was so kind and well-mannered but brief with his words. There was plenty more to learn but you sadly had to part once the party ended and they had to return to Vampa. Not before you invited Broly and his friends back to earth for lunch in an effort to keep the pleasantries going, but mostly to allow them all to explore more of the wonders of food there was to offer. The two former Frieza Force members seemed cautious of trusting your intentions but after getting to know most of the earthlings already there was nothing to really worry about. Promises of more earth food tended to be persuasive these days, as well.
It was how you wound up becoming closer friends with the trio, but mostly out of intrigue of Broly. There was an attraction for him and how he got acquainted with the norms of the world whenever he visited with Goku. It told a story that Broly didn't seem ready to discuss and Cheelai and Lemo would insist on not prying.
But it became easier and more frequent to meet up when the trio moved to Earth, the planet Vampa now used as training grounds for Goku and Broly after the unforeseen destruction of their capsule home during one of their sessions. While the earth wasn't fit for a real training session, his living here now gave you the chance to also show off some of your own techniques. Being warriors truly helped grow your bond and it started to become clear your attraction wasn't one-sided. Soon you were eating together almost every day before and after his training, and you couldn't help to notice how he sat closer to you each time whenever you were alone. Your trained eye would catch the glances he cast your way and the tug at the corner of his lips when you tried to meet his gaze, but he turns away.
You then scooted a little closer and took his hand between your own, Broly turning back to you in slight surprise. You looked up at him with a big, yet bashful grin. You lean into his arm and pressed your forehead against his shoulder, wrapping one of your arms around his to secure yourself at his side. "This is nice?"
The new closeness relaxed him and you could feel his muscles unwind in a single, deep breath. "It is." Broly agreed with an affirming nod and a warmed smile. His other hand touches your arm hung up on his, his rough fingers brushing down the exposed skin. "Nice... (Y/n)?"
"Yeah?"
"I like spending time on Earth with you." He confided. "It is all nice. Much nicer than... where I was before." If it were possible to stay here forever, he would like to. But he does have a promise to his other friends to keep. They do enjoy the luxuries of Earth, but it does not seem to be their final destination. Where your hands meet, you close your fingers around his.
"You're always welcome, Broly. I really like having you here." Your hand is squeezed in return.
"Thank you. For being my friend."
"I think...we could be more than friends, too. I-If that's something you'd like. I-I would." You stuttered through your nerves suddenly building up.
"More than friends?" He asked, first genuinely perplexed by what was implied but then he came to his own conclusion. He turns to face you, a brightness in his eyes. "You want to come with us? I would like that."
"That...wasn't exactly what I meant." But you figured it was too good to be true the little group would permanently live on Earth where you and Broly could try moving to the next level. "Travelling through space, though? I thought those days were behind me." You laughed to yourself. It's been years and it wasn't a pleasant memory. "I don't know about that, Broly. I'm pretty cozy here on Earth."
"I can keep you safe." He insisted, his large hands grasping you affirming his excitement. "All of us." Broly nods. He wants you to say yes, he wants to stay in your presence and feel your warmth at his side. Your face showed hesitation, but, persuaded, you smile at him in return.
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bite the hand that feeds
dmitri antonov x female reader
rating: mature. minors dni
word count: 1139
summary: dmitri goes to the united states with hopper and the gang and he meets joyce's younger sister.
warnings: smut. spit kink, slight dom/sub dynamics, squirting, having naughty thoughts about other people. i think that's all? it's pure filth.
inspired by nine inch nails "the hand that feeds"
a/n: this is the first time i've written anything outside of wrestling related fanfics, so i hope this is the slightest bit good, stranger things is one my favourite shows and i'm obsessed with the st men, and i’ll probably write for more of them (might have some eddie thing brewing). anyways, hope you enjoy it.
part 02
Leaving your country and getting used to a new culture is never easy. Add being a defector, a former russian prison guard to that.
But Dmitri couldn’t complain, the american got him a roof over his head, a warm, comfortable bed to sleep on and good company.
The good company took shape as Joyce’s younger sister.
“What is go– Jim?!” she exclaimed like she had seen a ghost. Well, kind of, right?
“I’m back?” Jim said sheepishly.
“I’m back?” Jim said sheepishly.
“Seriously, what is going on?”
“Honey,” Joyce interrupted, “let us in and we’ll explain everything.”
And they did. From the Starcourt Mall incident opening a portal to Russia, to Hopper getting imprisoned, to Joyce and Murray traveling all the way to said country – which got Joyce an earful for doing what she did without telling her sister – and to how they got out of the prison and back to the States.
“Okay, hold on.” The young woman pleaded, the amount of information almost unbearable to digest. “Okay, so you're telling me all those creatures, the ones that got Will, the things we saw at the underground base– I saw– we saw Hop die! But in reality, he just magically showed up in a russian prison, and Enzo, Dmitri…” she stopped for a second, taking the time to look at the russian man’s face, the amused smile on his lips making her lose her already scrambled train of thought, “what should I call you?”
“I don’t care, both are fine.”
“Well that was very helpful.” she scoffed. “Anyways, so Dmitri” she raised an eyebrow towards the blue eyed man, earning her a shy smile and a timid nod in confirmation “a russian prison guard, sent you a doll full of clues, you and Murray went to Russia, got ambushed, found Jim, fought with other prison guards, fought the tulip from hell, and made it back home?”
“Yeah!” Joyce said with her sweet, joyful voice.
“Okay,” the younger Byers nodded, “so what you need me for?”
“We need a place for Enzo to stay.” Murray said.
“For a little while, just so we can solve everything.” Jim added.
“Of course. Welcome, Enzo slash Dmitri.” she smiled.
But harder than adjusting to life in a new country, it was adjusting to living life with her.
She was nice from the get go, going out of her way to make him feel comfortable, to make him feel at home.
Her guest room turned into Dmitri’s room, the decoration becoming as cozy as it could get. She learned how to make his favourite dishes, making a separate grocery shopping list with whatever he wanted, and she even started taking russian classes. The small act of kindness made Dmitri emotional.
He could hear her repeating the foreign words through the shared walls of their bedrooms every night.
Dmitri often told her that she didn’t have to do everything that she was doing for him, and her answer always was “I’d do it for anyone who helped the people I love the most.”
Bit by bit he got used to it, but he never got used to her and the effect she had on him.
She’s beautiful, one of the most beautiful women he has ever seen. And it didn’t take long for her to plague his every single thought.
It started innocent, like when he saw some flowers down the driveway that he thought she would like, or when a new episode of her favourite show was on and she wasn’t home.
But his daydreams quickly escalated.
How wouldn’t they when her scent felt intoxicating, the house impregnated with the almost sickly sweet smell of her shampoo whenever she showers, or the cute noises she makes whether she likes or hates something, let alone waking up and walking in on her making breakfast in only a oversized t-shirt, one that he often dreamt about being his, dreamt about her stealing from him after sex.
Dmitri would be lying if he said that he didn’t lie awake at night thinking about her.
The russian man had lost count of how many times he had touched himself thinking about her, thinking about how sweet but tangy her pussy would taste, about how he would make her come at least two times before actually fucking her.
He always edged himself with the thought of her opening her plush pink lips to take his spit as the most precious nectar, how she would say ”thank you, sir” in gratitude, or how her warm tongue would make home for this fingers, muffling her moans as she came undone beneath him.
But what truly gets him, what makes him cum hard is the thought of his thick cock buried inside her tight cunt.
In his daydreams he always starts slow – even after having her prepared – to get her used to his size, filling her to the brim. It starts with that uncomfortable pain, slowly graduating to an almost dying pleasure as he hits the spongy spot inside her repeatedly.
Right now, a new material for his thoughts is unlocked.
As he stands on the doorway, she runs around the kitching in a sundress – he had never seen her in a dress – the blues, yellows and oranges of the dress contrasting perfectly with her soft skin.
In his head, he has her bent over the kitchen table, the dress messily scrunched up around her waist, with her panties shoved down to her knees. His face is impossibly close to her core, his tongue stimulating her clit while his fingers work on her hole. The assault he has on her makes her squirt and he laps around to get her clean. He doesn’t waste any time, opens his belt and gets rid of his pants as fast as he can, and enters her in one swift move.
His usually slow moves are now fast, as if the world is going to end if he takes his sweet time. Dmitri’s left middle finger finds her clit, rubbing soft circles around her nub, an almost ironic move compared with how hard he’s thrusting. He knows she’s close, her knees are giving up and her walls are starting to close around him.
“Just a little bit longer, just wait a little–“
“Earth to Enzo!” she says as she snaps her fingers in front of his face.
“Sorry, what were you saying?” Dmitri answers, shame consuming him.
“Joyce, Jim, Murray and the kids are arriving in a few, could you help me set up the table?”
“Of course, дорогой”
God, this is going to be the longest afternoon of his life.
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Trnaslations:
дорогой: dorogaya -> Sweetheart
Feedback is welcomed and appreciated 🤎
#x reader#stranger things#dmitri antonov x reader#dmitri antonov imagine#dmitri antonov#enzo x reader#enzo imagine#enzo stranger things#db writes#db fics
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MERRY CHRISTMAS !!!!!!
please accept some fun christmas arts, paired with THIS VERY VERY FUN FIC EVERYONE GO READ IT !!!
I had an absolute blast with this <3 singlehandedly bringing back my ability to draw for more than a few minutes at a time :]
#wishpost#wishartstuff#dragon ball#goku#bulma#kid goku#merry christmas#for real though go read the fic !!! it is very very well-written and in character#one of my fave db fic writers and also just a really cool friend therefore youre obligat--
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I’ve never posted on here and I don’t know how to go about this but at this point I’m BEGGING. Does anyone have access to the Broly x Reader fic “Run Wild” by alien-boyhasneeds(?). It was on ao3 and I think it’s been deleted but it was my all time favorite Broly fic and I’m so desperate at this point I want it back so bad
(also taking recs I’ve read almost everything on ao3 and here)
#broly#dbs broly#dragon ball super: broly#broly x reader#help I’m begging#deleted fic#deleted fanfiction#help me find a fic#please please please
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I am So Happy @/WeSatInTheCar (on twitter) accepted this idea and omg Kidd ✨ delivered ✨ perfection!
Dead!Trunks and Future Trunks becoming aware of one another! 🥰
Read about the pair of Trunks' existential crises starting here.
Future Trunks, a girl in hiding, finds out about how Cell killed another Trunks. She decides to use his Time Machine, go to 787 with kid Gohan and Krillin to send them to New Namek so they can ressurect him (and not leave Future Bulma alone!).
Bragging rights to you if you recognize the reference ;)
#future trunks#future future trunks#dead trunks#my trunks#they're beautiful#there's also a hidden detail for how the DBS section of the fic is gonna go#I adore the colors omg#go give kidd your moneis don't hesitate :D
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Chances 💙🧡
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It Happened Quiet (DBS Broly x Superpowered! Reader)
(I gave the reader powers because I can 😈; implied future romance, ‘I can fix him’ literature)
When she’d first discovered her way with words, Y/N had been afraid to speak. There wasn’t a way she could control it. It hurt the people she loved, and only brought bad luck. Her voice only brought her fear—so she lived in silence.
Never did the possibility of helping someone with her power occur to her. Never did she think it would save the people she loved so dearly.
***
“Y/N, you good?!”
I looked up at Bulma incredulously and shook my head, but nothing could really compare to being able to shout no, i’m not fucking okay. But I’d given up shouting, at least until it became the last resort after our Saiyans got defeated. So I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood, hid behind Whis, and muscled through the horribly disorienting feeling that only comes from watching gods battle—after all, I was one of those gods’ backup plan.
I bit back a scream as a stray blast exploded next to us, flying to my feet in terror—I should be at home, cuddled up on the sofa with a couple of chocolate brownies, watching some dumb soap opera or prank show on tv! Not shitting myself surrounded by a sea of lava, feeling the literal world quaking around me, risking my fucking life just in case the weapon of mass destruction inside my throat might come in handy. They had no idea how lucky they were I physically couldn’t complain. Well, Whis aside.
Then—a scream.
“Aaaagh!”
My stomach flipped at the sound of Goku’s agonized cry and I looked out from behind the refuge of Whis to see what had happened. I almost yelped as a body flew directly past my face, and Goku’s body crashed into the rock. I looked to Vegeta on the ground next to Bulma, totally out of commission as well. My shoulders slumped. It was definitely about to be my turn. I signed, asking of Goku was okay, Bulma watched my hands, then turned to him.
“Goku, Y/N’s asking if you’re okay!”
He smiled weakly. “I’m…”
I rose my eyebrows.
“I’m gonna need a minute…”
Shit.
A gentle swoop in the air behind me made me whirl around in alarm, seeing Whis calmly evade the rabid Saiyan as he roared in frustration, throwing punches and kicks furiously. My stomach clenched into a fist. I was definitely going to die.
Focusing on what I could control, I turned to Bulma, signing again.
Tell Goku to Instant Transmission all of you, I instructed.
“What? Why?”
I’m going to talk the crazy one down, you guys need to be out of the way.
She paled visibly in the glow of the lava. “Don’t need to tell me twice. Help me with Vegeta.”
He let out a pained groan as we struggled with his weight, but ultimately managed to drag him over next to Goku.
“Goku,” Bulma said, nudging him.
“Ow.”
“Sorry,” she apologized, “Can you Instant Transmission us out of here?”
“Uh…yeah…”
I turned to check in on Whis and the Saiyan—Whis was barely even moving. With a relieved sigh, I nodded to Bulma.
Get out of here.
“We’re out! C’mon Goku.”
“Uh-huh,” he muttered, trying to lift his arm.
“Oh—do you—do—“
“I…I got it.”
“It really doesn’t look—“
His arm finally lifted and curled, and they disappeared. I stared at the empty ground for a moment, then braced myself at I turned around.
“Whis!”
The angel cooly turned his gaze to me, dodging the Saiyan’s attacks.
“Yes, Y/N?”
“Bring him over here! I got this!”
Whis rose his eyebrows, considering him, then looking back to me.
“Do you?”
“Just get him over here!”
“If you insist…”
In a flash, Whis landed in front of me.
“He’s coming, shall I move—“
“Oh my god, he’s huge—“
“Y/N…”
“It’s good, I’m good, just stay close in case I need a quick escape.”
I stepped out from behind Whis, fixing my eyes on the crazed, bloodthirsty pair that shifted to meet mine. My heart jumped at the Saiyan’s devilish grin upon finding a new target, but I held my ground, swallowing. My voice would work, it always works, there was no reason to think otherwise. I looked to Whis, gesturing and jutting my head to tell him to get out of earshot. He nodded and hovered, flying away. The green-haired berserker snarled at the sight of Whis departing and flew after him until—
“Hey!”
His head immediately snapped towards me. I fixed my gaze on his and relaxed my shoulders. The thought of getting a giant, glowing, green-haired and completely nuts Saiyan to obey my words, let alone hear them seemed incredulous.
“Come here,” I commanded.
Just as I’d feared, he only stared in confusion, then shifted his attention to where Whis once was, but he’d disappeared. He growled as she searched the area, then fixed his eyes on me again. My stomach dropped. Oh, fuck.
He started to fly closer to me, clearly sizing me up. I wasn’t going to give him a good fight, but I doubt a berserk Saiyan has such epicurean tastes in who they pummel into the ground. I gulped, holding his chilling stare as he closed in.
“Stop,” I said weakly.
His ignored my voice, and my stomach flipped. Shit, I was too scared. I needed to calm down. I closed my eyes, feeling the air grow static around me as he got closer. I opened my eyes, looking up to meet his gaze.
“Stop.”
He halted, and relief flooded my body. I let out a shaky breath, then smiled.
“Calm down,” I gently told him, “You don’t need to fight anymore.”
I watched with slight amazement as the tension in his shoulders released, and his hair slowly began to turn black again. The rage that clouded his eyes started to clear.
“Come here.”
He coasted over and landed in front of me. I swallowed, feeling my legs buckle as I was dwarfed by his towering, muscular figure. I glanced up, hoping to meet his eyes, but I only got an eyeful of his chest. I craned my neck to meet his eyes behind his dark hair. He was staring at me in bewilderment, and I’m sure I was doing the same.
“No more fighting,” I said, “The fight’s over.”
He frowned, muttering to me. “…Over?”
I nodded. “It’s done.”
He didn’t seem convinced. “But…”
“But?”
He looked away, posture sinking.
“What is it,” I asked.
“My…”
He frowned, then fell silent. I lifted my hand slowly so as not to startle him.
“May I?”
After considering my for a moment, he nodded.
I reached out and gently touched his arm. He tensed in surprise but relaxed soon after. I closed my eyes, seeing a blur of images—crashing and loud roars and unbearable thirst—until it finally zeroed in on a large silhouette. It was a man. He was hunched over, leaned against the mouth of a cave. Although I couldn’t see it, I knew he was frowning deeply.
“You were meant for more than this, Broly,” he said gruffly, “That bastard—King Vegeta—he did this to us. He’s reason why we suffer like this.”
His head turned to us. I swallowed, feeling uneasy. I didn’t like the feeling of being under his gaze.
“We will avenge ourselves, son.”
I heard thunder rumbling in the sky.
“I’ll make sure we get the justice we deserve.”
Lighting struck behind the man and my ears filled with agonized screams—I was blinded by pale white light, then blasts and battle cries, and in the midst, I could see the cold, dead body of a strange bearded man in a purple skirt. Wait—I’d seen him before, he was here, not just a moment ago…was he dead? My thoughts were violently interrupted as cold sweats covered my entire body as a shock of pain snaked up my entire arm and I pulled away from him, crying out despite myself. Gripping my wrist, I watched as my hand shook uncontrollably and turned to look back at Broly. He had crouched down in concern.
“You’re hurt,” he said softly.
I shook my head, trying to reassure him. “No, no, I—“
“I’m sorry…it’s my fault.”
He kneeled down, reaching for my hands and taking them in his. I froze, watching his large hands engulf mine. Despite their gentle hold I could feel the power coursing through them—power I just witnessed.
“I…know the shaking.”
I looked up at his face with more ease. His features were rough, but his countenance gave them a delicacy and care that was mystifying. He felt my stare and looked at me, but I timidly averted my gaze.
The tremors throughout my arm and hand went away as he carefully squeezed my hand a few times. It felt strangely warm between his palms; I wonder if he was using ki. I slowly took my hand back and he easily let go.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Ah, lovely, it seems you’ve tamed him.”
The pleasant lilt of Whis’s voice made my spine go erect with inexplicable embarrassment and quickly move away from Broly. I cleared my throat.
“Anyone left”, I asked.
“All that seems to be left is Lord Frieza…although he seems to be less interested in keeping up our little skirmish.”
I moved past Whis to fix my eyes on Freiza’s small form in the distance, my stomach twisting with disgust and fear. A pang of shame always followed when I remembered I still feared him, but I had to cut myself some slack—it was Freiza, after all.
“If Freiza’s all that’s left, this fight’s over.”
If anyone knows the extent of my abilities, it’s him. Despite the fact I could feel that he was staring at me from so far away, I turned around, looking at Whis.
“We should leave.”
“And what of…I’m sorry, I never got your name,” Whis remarked, turning his attention to the Saiyan.
“Broly,” he said.
I looked towards him again, but broke my gaze when I realized he was still watching me.
“Well, Broly…where do you have to go?”
“My father,” he said quietly.
Whis nodded. “Your father died on the battlefield, am I correct?”
Broly shrunk even more. “Yes. It was…my fault.”
“Your—“
I caught myself, going back to signing again. Broly eyed my hands in confusion.
Your fault?
“Y/N is asking why it’s your fault,” Whis said.
He looked at me soulfully, his dark eyes filled with guilt and fear.
“I lost control. I always do…I hurt him…”
He fixed his eyes on the ground and his hair hid his face. I swallowed at the familiarity.
“Well, then, what are we to do,” Whis muttered to himself.
A glowing light suddenly surrounded Broly that made me jump back in alarm—was he that upset? I yelped and grabbed onto Whis as he shot up from the ground and into the sky. I watched in bewilderment until my eyes settled on Shenron and his subsequent departure. A wish?
Not too long after, a small ship flew into the darkened skies after Broly into space. Whis and I shared a look and I awkwardly let him go.
“Seems like that problem is solved; shall we reunite with Goku and the others?”
I stared quietly with a soft ache of disappointment.
“Yeah.”
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