#[ I WAS HOPING YOU WERE GONNA SEND ONE TBH GHFDJKGFDGJSKG ]

[kiealer]

Anonymously send my muse a wet dream. Make them feel horny or fluster when they’re awake. // accepting

@sleepytv​ asked:

"Hold still," The false saiyan hissed, forcibly raising her chin to expose the tender flesh of her neck. Teeth would sink into her with notable pressure, as if he aimed to draw citrus blood and shamelessly lap it up. At this point, he was well adjusted in taking advantage of her weakness, the shameful surrender she so willingly gifted to a god. Lifting away briefly, dark eyes bore deep into her own and witnessed a soul's cry for more. She desired his charitable attention for a mere mortal-- one he had learned to enjoy with such sinful delight. After all, this body too was not immune against carnal pleasures, things he so readily wished to bring onto this woman. 

 "If you ask nicely, I might just give you everything a depraved and filthy human could need. No, I wish for you to beg for it."

❝Ahh--❞ The smallest of noises utter from parted, trembling lips, her action already chosen for her. Tipping her head back by his own choice, she offers a new avenue to him, one that he seemed quite fond of. Nerves biting at her from every end, she swallows in anticipation, the act awfully obvious against the curve of her neck. 

❝Ah!❞ A sharp squeal, followed by low hissing behind clenched teeth and even lower whining. He broke skin, but she would never complain. She enjoyed it far too much. Anything he wanted to do to her, he was more than allowed. She was putty in his hands for him to form as he pleased. The heat was building steadily, creating a taut line that he would pull, and pull and pull at but would never break; entirely on purpose. She’s beginning to get frustrated. 

The moment he released the pressure and backed away, both a sense of relief but a sense of yearning filled the pit of her stomach. Peering into the inky depths of his eyes makes the growing heat so much worse. Surely, he could see the vast desire looming in her sky blue hues, brimming with a need for something more. He was being too conservative with his gestures, she wanted more. As if reading her mind (or as if she’s too obvious), he hands her an offer -- or rather, a demand.  

She swallows harshly. 

❝Please,❞ is her immediate reply, the moment she’s given permission to speak. She sounds pitiful. ❝Please, I need it.❞ Her hands move to grasp onto his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his clothes. ❝I need you. Please have mercy on this unworthy soul and body, my gracious god, I will offer anything I need to, including all of myself. Please take it, it’s all yours, please let me have what I need--❞

...

And then it all disappears, as if it never existed. Because it never did. 

She awakes with a startling sharp gasp, her grip so tight upon the pillows, as if she was going to rip them. Immediately, she felt discomfort in many definitions, one of them being down below and damp as all hell. A deep growl resonates in her throat. She presses her forehead into the comforting fluff of her nearly destroyed pillow. 

❝God dammit... not this shit again....❞