#DB fic

[lescarbille]

SNEAK PEAK OF MY WIP (aka writing from the vault) : Carcar | Girl!Oscar | 2024 season | Carlos POV | The story will be probably named "Down Bad"

Carlos always makes a point of getting to know the people around him. Friends and rivals alike. Oscar Jacqueline Piastri, the twenty-three-year-old Australian rookie, is no exception.

The first time Carlos saw her in the Paddock, after the resounding news of her induction into McLaren, he thought she was an ordinary girl at best. She is twenty-two years old, has light hair with brown and red highlights, and dark tired eyes. There is nothing special about her appearance aside from a particularly thick neck.

The F1 journalists are nonetheless enthusiastic, they have all been waiting for her official arrival in Formula 1 since her title as Formula 2 world champion. She will be the first female holder in a Formula 1 world championship. They talk about her famous tweet, the upcoming debut of the F1 Academy so young girls like her can hope for a place in Formula 1, from her contract with McLaren.

She is a pure product of long hours of PR training: smart enough to evade awkward questions with jocularity and lively to respond to barbs with humour.

He sees her as a danger once she reveals herself as a generational talent.

Ayrton Senna, Michael Schumacher, Sebastian Vettel, Lewis Hamilton, Max Verstappen.

They see an addition to their pantheon: Oscar Piastri.

Oscar Piastri has, in less than a year, brilliantly succeeded in attracting the favour of journalists and Formula 1 fans thanks to her talent and nothing else. However, they analysed and dissected all her races in previous categories, emphasising the “unfair manner” in which she betrayed Alpine

It is obvious, even with a lot of ill will, that she is gifted.

Among the grid, she is the only one who can boast of having won the Formula Renault championship, the Formula 3 world championship and the Formula 2 world championship in a row. She has two Rookie titles of the year and is one of the best Rookies in History, with 97 points recorded in her first season. She is, with him, the only one to have fought the hegemony of Red Bull, by winning a Sprint race.

Oscar Piastri is the one who sets the standards for all the women who come to Formula 1 after her, and the records she sets will be difficult to beat.

Carlos doesn't like her and the feeling is mutual.

Oscar's diligence in being recognised only for her talent and calmness breaks every time she finds herself close to Carlos in the race. Their radios become a battlefield.

“Classic Carlos.”

“Carlos is blind, or what?”

“Can someone signal that Carlos is in the middle of the road? Again.”

“He gave me no space.”

“Does he drive, or does he just visit the track?”

“That was a Ferrari? Please tell me it’s not Carlos, again?”

Oscar has embarked on a vendetta, and Carlos is more than happy to respond by pointing out all of her mistakes: too daring manoeuvres, clumsy tyre management, a bad apex or a behaviour that was controlled, but could have resulted in an accident. Charles and Lando find him harsh with her. Carlos thinks they are too naive. Oscar Jacqueline Piastri is not a nice, innocent Australian with an overly developed neck, an ordinary appearance and who attracts good words from others thanks to her exemplary driving skills.

Oscar Jacqueline Piastri is a petulant Formula 1 driver with a competitive spirit and a thirst for victory that shimmers like a glint of madness in her brown eyes. She is the teaching product of Mark Webber and Fernando Alonso, there is nothing innocent or nice about her, and Carlos can at least pride himself on being the only one to have noticed her.

She's here to win, and once she's in the car, her true personality comes out.

[dailycupofcreativitea]

Vegebul drawing requested by @serenityhime1 as a lovely birthday gift for their writer friend! (Based on this chapter in a fanfic called "A Heart Worth Believing In" by OnlyMeAndMyBones, also going by @galexibrain on Tumblr).

[gohanvegeta]

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

[forgetitbeam]

I hate drawing hats.

[fishfingersandscarves]

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 )

[dreadsuitsamus]

May I request sfw prompt #39 and nsfw prompt #53 for Gohan where he falls in love with the reader after they have a one night stand but she's initially cold to him because she had been hurt in the past?

#39- "why are you scared of loving?"

#53- "you're more than just a one night stand"

author's note: this has been in my inbox since january of 2023 💀 but i have finally found my inspiration to get it done! there's no explicit smut but there are some nsfw mentions. this is also written as a prequel to my story protect!

pairing: gohan x fem!reader

warnings: talks of a past abusive relationship, mentions of reader's ptsd, nsfw mentions

A sigh quells the silence in your room as you dress after a shower. While not at the lowest point in your life, you're still not far from rock bottom. Living with your mother again, only a year and a half removed from that day your ex beat you to a pulp and left with all your money and all of the problems of his absence are still keeping you from flourishing. Ruined credit score from a broken apartment lease, incalculable debt from the hospital bills that your insurance refused to cover, and frequent nightmares of him coming back to finish destroying you into nothing give you constant anxiety and each day is a new struggle.

Safe to say, you haven't really been okay.

You glance at your phone with shame, nervous for when the inevitable text comes from a man that's far too sweet and far too good for you to deserve you skipping out on him in the middle of the night following the mistake of a one night stand. You met Gohan through a friend, and he offered to guide you through ridding yourself of the medical debts and this is what you've done to repay him. Hook up with him and then run for the hills the second he was asleep.

You close your eyes to calm yourself, centering again before the bad feelings of anxiety and depression can come creeping up your spine. Gohan knows about your past, and he's a grown man. Surely one as attractive as him has a few notches on his bedpost and would understand your absence.

But the way he looked at you last night, like you were heaven-sent and perfect has you doubting such an idea. Son Gohan could be a man like that if he wanted, but your heart and your mind alike know that's not who he is. He's a pure, old fashioned good boy. He wouldn't have slept with you if he didn't romantically like you to some extent…

And you certainly wouldn't have slept with him if you didn't want to reciprocate so badly it makes your chest ache with all of the want you harbor. To have a man love you, truly, and treat you as you deserve has been on your mind for years, well before your former boyfriend finally left you. But you had that kind of hope in Tyler, at first. He was kind, he was sweet and attentive… Though it only took moving in together for his true colors to show. Lying, cheating, stealing—  That's who your ex was after all.

Your heart can't take that chance again.

You hang your towel on the back of your door, gazing at nothing in particular as you settle onto your bed. For the last few years it's as if you've had so much to plague your mind that you can't think of a single thing. It's strange to feel so empty, just entirely devoid of direction or purpose. You've got yet another set of paperwork to fill out for your medical debt, and then a few job applications as well that hopefully will last longer than a handful of months— all of these places only hiring you on as a temp is a god awful look on your résumé.

Your old laptop awaits, but you can do little more than flop back against your pillows and close your eyes. The war in your mind is something you're used to, but the usual stress on your body is gone.

You bite down on your lip as you remember the way Gohan touched you. The way he lit you up with his lips on yours, how gentle he was with your body and feelings, offering to stop or slow down— even when you were on the cusp of orgasm! He's a perfect sexual partner, and if it wasn't for how damn sweet he is you may have even thought to make it a routine thing.

You drift off to a blissful sleep that's heavy enough for you to miss that dreaded text.

I hope you made it home safely.

Gohan absentmindedly worries his lip between his perfect teeth, typing in a frenzy as he shoots back an email to the hospital that wracked you up with an inhumane amount of debt. He's got plenty to get done today, mostly for his actual job, but he just won't allow himself a moment to make any progress until these firmly-worded emails get the message across: you will not be paying them hundreds of thousands of dollars for fighting for your life!!

The huff he lets out after sending his email doesn't ease the anxiety that's been bubbling in his chest all morning. When you came over last night to work on a résumé, Gohan had absolutely no intention of sleeping with you. You're a woman in a bind and he's here to help, that's all! Disgust crawls over his skin anyway, shame buzzing his insides as he remembers everything that led to your passionate hookup.

You smelled so nice and looked just so damn pretty… He just wanted to sit a little bit closer, that's all. But then you looked up at him (and he'll die on the hill that you batted your lashes at him!) and he was nothing but a fool for you then. He doesn't know who leaned in first or who started what, but he certainly only had the mind to end it after it was too late to stop and he was balls deep.

A shudder wracks Gohan's body as he remembers the feeling of slipping inside of you. Even with a condom on, he could feel the heat and the wetness of your silky walls as they gripped his lonely shaft and sucked him in for as many inches as he had to give. And thank goodness he even had a condom on hand, all thanks to the people fundraising outside of the grocery store that included them in their donation goodie bag!

You were so sweet beneath him, so pliable and warm and perfect. He feels his cock stir in his pants, jumpy at the memory and unfortunately eager to experience such a lovely time again. Alas, you've been through quite a lot, and he shouldn't get his hopes up for anything like that.

You walking out on him last night already dashed his hopes anyway.

It wasn't exactly surprising to wake up alone, though it did sting all the same. You're just so amazing and kind and beautiful… Gohan would have to be a real piece of work not to see how special you are. Only a waste of space like your ex could be blind to everything that you are.

Gohan checks his phone for what feels like the thousandth time, no text message back from you. He's starting to worry now, which isn't good for his nails that he habitually bites when stressed. It'd probably do him well to go for a training session, but he also feels so frazzled as his blood races through his veins that training may not yield any productive results.

He pulls his glasses off and runs his large hands over his face, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes until he starts seeing stars. Blinking until the room clears, Gohan glances at his phone once again before standing with an indignant huff.

He's fine, all of this is fine. And fretting over nonsense won't make you text him back any faster. You need your space, and he's going to give it to you. No fussing required.

He does go make use of Vegeta's gravity room, though when the Saiyan himself shows up and he's left in the face of a full-blooded, battle-hungry Saiyan, he can't help but think that perhaps he should've stayed home.

At least he's not stuck with Vegeta in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber like Trunks was.

Gohan's text message remains unanswered, haunting you as you cook yourself dinner. You'll have to face him eventually, and soon, but what do you say? 'Thanks for the sex, it was great!'? No! Do you ignore it??

Do you have a choice?

Hooking up again isn't an option. Pursuing something more with him, something romantic and fulfilling, definitely isn't either. He's been a wonderful help to you and for absolutely nothing at all in return; you don't have any extra money to pay him anyway. The kindness of Gohan's heart isn't even something you can repay, not after what you've done to him. A sour feeling crosses your mouth, your appetite fading as your mind races.

He's a good man. Too good for where you're at in life, and there's always some kind of catch with nice guys. It's too risky, all of it. Will he demand more sex for more of his help, now that he's already gotten it once? You need his assistance to whittle down the medical bills— his stubborn insistence with insurance and the hospital itself is astounding, and runs deeper than anyone else you know. Left to your own devices, you'd have given up a long time ago.

He's not like that. The reminder scolds your terrible line of thinking. Gohan would never leverage your quality of life at all, let alone with the ultimatum of sex. He's not your ex, he's not a bad person in the slightest.

But you didn't know your ex was your ex at first either.

Your plate of eggs and toast nearly run cold by the time you've found it in you to send a response. Typing and erasing it several times over, you finally end up with a passable response message over twelve hours since his text to you in the first place.

I'm alright, thank you. Would you mind sending the copy of my résumé? I forgot to download it onto my laptop.

You are such a dick.

But the job applications are just sitting pretty without it right now, and you can't afford not to include the carefully-crafted résumé Gohan spent so much time on. He made it for you, it's literally yours, and the shitty little paycheck you got just a few days ago is already about gone. You're cold, and it'll surely throw him for a loop at minimum, but it's the best way to protect yourself.

"Chase a check, never chase a bitch." You murmur the cold lyric to yourself and bite into your dinner, waiting for Gohan's timely response. He's a busy man with a career of his own, but he always messages you back in mere minutes. He's a great multitasker like that, and you certainly aspire to be as efficient as he is.

Though you begin to doubt things when hours pass and there's no response. Ice slowly frosts your veins with every further minute that Gohan doesn't respond with your résumé; surely there's a good reason? He wouldn't have thrown it out or be the type to withhold it— your friend would never associate themselves with Gohan if he was like that, much less connect the two of you if he were the sort of man to manipulate things in such a way.

But the cold, paranoid dread doesn't let up even in the morning. Your phone has no notifications at all, and you even check the chat to make sure the message is sent. It has, and he's seen it.

Anger bubbling beneath the surface of your chest is overshadowed by the trembling of your bottom lip. How foolish could you be?? If there was ever going to be a hookup, you could've at least waited for your shit to be in order! Now it's all lost and you're on your own again, left to navigate debt that's threatening to swallow you whole and job-hunt in a market that doesn't want you.

Your mother's gone for work already as you begin your routine; your scheduled shift at work is a short one and not for several more hours, but to sit around and do nothing in the meantime will only spell certain doom. If you're given too much time to think, lord only knows what sort of outburst or meltdown you'll have. You're fresh out of the shower and part way through brushing your teeth when the doorbell rings, confusion etched to your features. You're not expecting anyone, though perhaps your mother has a package that needs signing for? Dropping your head, you quickly spit and rinse with mouthwash before jogging to open the door.

On the other side stands a damp man with crooked glasses, a dazed look in his eye and all the anger in you fizzles out. He's here. And the look on your face must scare him with the way his lip nearly trembles when he speaks.

“I am— I— Sorry!” Gohan stumbles over his words and you sigh softly as the trickle of relief siphons through the rest of your body. Gesturing him further in, Gohan slips off his shoes and hands over a folder.

“I got busy with my uncle,” Busy being a bit of an understatement; the moment Vegeta caught Gohan with his phone as he was reading your message and forced him right back into the gravity room for another training binge. “And I went as fast as I could to get this to you. I am so sorry about this.”

Your eyes soften and you carefully wipe a few suds from his hair. “I appreciate it… But you could've finished your shower first.”

Gazing up as if he can see the soap in his hair, Gohan’s cheeks redden as he laughs nervously. “Uh… S-Sorry.”

Reluctantly dropping your hand once you've fixed his glasses, you open the folder to find a physical copy of your résumé alongside a flash drive that presumably has another copy downloaded onto it. “Thank you.”

Sticking his hands in his pockets, Gohan bites his lip. “Um… Can we talk for a second?”

“A-About what?”

Oh no.

“I… Think you have an idea.” Gohan says softly. He can't leave it behind or anything unsaid; one night stands aren't his thing. “Listen… What happened between us was…”

“Sex. It was just sex.” You murmur, setting the folder down on the coffee table. “People have sex all the time… It happens.”

Hurt penetrates Gohan's chest. He knew you were jaded, knows exactly why and he does understand… It doesn't mean it can't hurt him. He likes you, appreciates your mind and admires your strength in a way that may have a bit to do with his Saiyan heritage. “Sure… Other people do that. But I don't. And… And for me, I…”

Tears start to well in your eyes. This man, this wonderful, caring, smart and lovely man is about to cross that line, isn't he? The one that can't be crossed again, the one that's going to end this friendship on a burned bridge and broken hearts. “Gohan, don't—”

“You're more than just a one night stand.” He says it anyway, taking your hands and holding them so warmly, protectively and securely. “To me, you are… Inspiring, and beautiful, and… And someone I really, really like. And that night was so great, and I was on top of the world until I woke up and you were gone.”

“I'm sorry.” You whisper, screwing your eyes shut tightly and ducking your head. You just can't stop messing up, can you? “It's not you, Gohan. You're a great man and there's a woman out there that will make you happy and take care of you.”

“The woman I want is right in front of me.” His hand comes to rest on your cheek, brushing away the salty tears that fall when you meet his gaze.

“Gohan… You don't want this. Do you know why I left that night?”

Gohan’s other hand comes to the other side of your face, cradling you like the daintiest china. “You had your reasons.”

Your hands come to his wrists, not tugging his touch away as you feel his warmth bloom within you, lighting you up in unfamiliar but pleasant ways, encouraging the leap of faith that your hopeful heart cries out for. “Because I get nightmares. Nightmares so bad that my momma has to come and wake me up almost every night and hold me to stop the panic attacks. I'm broken in so many ways Gohan…” Your lip trembles, and Gohan gently swipes his thumb just below the curve of it, mesmerized by every inch of you.

“If you only knew just how much I understand being broken…” Gohan whispers, his “eventful” childhood flashing through his mind from his kidnapping and all the way to his father's most recent death. “Then you would understand me more than anyone, and I’d get to understand you.”

“You don't want this.” You whisper again, and Gohan leans in for the softest, warmest kiss to your forehead. It clears the rain, just a bit, and you lean into it.

“Why are you so scared of loving me?” Gohan murmurs against your skin. “You've never said you don't want it… Me. Just that I won't want you, like you're a used car or something.”

You come to hide your face in his chest and he wraps you up tightly, his strong body anchoring you from your fears. “I'm afraid to get hurt again. When you didn't answer my message, I thought the worst of you! That you were some asshole that was only gonna help me if I kept sleeping with you! All because you didn't text me back. That's just the tip of the iceberg, Gohan!”

“Honey…” Gohan whispers, swaying gently as he holds you, one arm wrapped tightly around your middle while his other hand rests at the back of your head. “You’d know my heart if you knew your place. So come find yourself… I'll wait for you.”

The fog breaks, and your smile is brighter than a thousand suns and Gohan has never seen anything more breathtaking.

[okapi8]

I'm sure everything will work out in the end 🎵

[romantic-ageru-yo]

Full uncensored version over on my AO3

[carnal-lnstinct]

🎲 and Broly

Don't know if I'm too late haha

2/3 - Prompt

A kiss to the back of the neck.

Warning: M/18+. MINORS DNI. explicit language

Broly thinks to himself, pushing his nose into the crest of your head and taking in your blissful scent. ‘Are you really just for me?’ He lets out a slow, deep breath and closes his eyes with the tenderest nuzzle in your hair as his hands find your curves, comforted by how real you are and the feelings that come with you being with him. That’s when your weight shifted, succumbing to the support of his large hands. You abruptly tensed as he brought you closer, his eyes reopening at the sensation.

Your breath shook as it left your lips, your head sinking and stopped only by the wall against your forehead. ‘Are you…mine?’ His lips move to plant a kiss against your scalp. Doing so, his arms moved further around you, peck after peck with an appreciative moan down the nape of your neck. The way it relaxed you, Broly moved a hand to cup the front of your neck to keep your skin close to his mouth. He didn’t want to lose the contact to fatigue, he needed his lips on your skin, close the way your ass sat plush against the base of his abs.

Even if it made your legs tremble and your feet restless trying to hold yourself in place, even when the choked whimpers started to become frequent, turning into a mantra of breathless swears.

Your body warred with itself, exhaustion vs ecstasy. Feeling the tremulous way you contracted around him, still tight and suckling from your last climax, your body just didn’t seem to want to let him go. And he didn’t want to let you go. The little breaks in between like this helped, but it just never seemed to be enough for either of you. From the way you feel him twitch against your insides and drench down your legs to the way his large tongue tasted the skin on your neck when his lips weren't enough and his strength effortlessly kept you in place, it would be a waste to leave such a blissful state.

[rumblebat]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lescarbille]

Carcar is ruining my life.

I have this girl!Oscar plot idea for You'd be standing in my garage light, and everything I could think of is turning it into a Carcar. To be clear, I'm very doubtful about You'd be standing in my garage light (Landoscar - girl! Oscar) because I'm very disappointed about the chapter that I wrote and I think it misses some spice (guess it's kinda chilli spice now).

I know some of you read it and I want your opinion.

So here it is, some elements for the Carcar :

It's a rivals to rivals with benefits to we're both catching feeling and we're miserable about to secret lovers to lovers.

Lando being obvious.

Lando is a man on a quest : convince his teammate and grid best friend to be friend.

Radio beef / Race beef / "he's blind" / "did she learns something in her rookie year, or what?"

"Fine, but I only do it because of Lando."

Landoscar twinning.

Oscar being the chillest person in the world except when it comes to Carlos.

Basically Oscar being Oscar

Oscar being a pr nightmare but in a funny way like : "Whaouh the FIA fighting patriarchy with tee-shirt? I'm wondering why nobody think about it before."

Lestappen acting as a platonic married couple.

Lestappen knowing there is a girl in Carlos life and acting as wingmans.

Silly season.

Real fight for the championship.

Carlos "What are you going to do? Fired me? You already done that" Sainz.

"You look like Eric in the little mermaid but not as a compliment".

Ollie Bearman is adopted by the grid.

Prema guys (Logan / Arthur / Robert / Fred) .

Fernando has seen this film before...

Oscar involved in the F1 Academy + the F1 Academy girl.

What it could be like to be the only girl on the grid.

1989 strike is back except it's just George who want to hijack a bus.

"I'm not going to sacrifice my career for you. If we doing this and we got caught, I'll throw you under a bus." (not the same)

If I write the Carcar I'll have to delete You'd be standing in my garage light. Also if I write the Carcar, we're going from teen and up audiance to explicit.

Feel free to go on my ask or message box.

I just don't know what to do 🤷‍♀️

[badshipshitblog]

wrote a fic abt gohan jacking off abt his daddy issues

[marezablr]

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.

[wilmonsfolklore]

Wilmon + Simon hadn't expected his first day of travel to be spent standing 4 hours on an overcrowded platform because all trains had been canceled, and yet here he was

Hi btw 💜

Nina!! Hi💜Thank you for this lovely sentence.

Simon hadn't expected his first day of travel to be spent standing 4 hours on an overcrowded platform because all trains had been canceled, and yet here he was. God, he knew that when traveling through Germany he'd have troubles because everyone knew Deutsche Bahn, but this was on another level.

After yet another announcement sounded, first in German and then thankfully in English too, apologising for yet another delay, Simon decided to try and find a bit more space to sit down; the train wasn't going to be here anytime soon so queueing up to get on the train as one of the first people didn't have any use right now.

Simon slowly made his way through the crowd with his heavy backpack digging into his shoulders as he apologised profusely for bumping into people, and then he finally some space and a wall to sit down against. Without thinking twice he took off his backpack and slid down the wall until he hit the floor, barely even noticing how close he was to the person next to him, not seeing how the blonde person with his floppy hair was watching him curiously.

"What a shitshow, huh?", Simon suddenly heard, a Swedish accent registrering slowly in his brain, making him look quickly to his left, finally seeing his fellow - handsome - DB-victim, and Simon answered in Swedish: "You can say that again. Want to wait together?"

[dreadsuitsamus]

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!"

[dragonballwish]

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 :]