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yeowangies · 1 year

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Childish Plot

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PAIRING: Goku/Vegeta/Reader RATING: Explicit CONTENTS: Explicit sexual content, little plot, a little fluff. WARNINGS: Threesome (F/M/M). Double Penetration. Dom/Sub Undertones WORDCOUNT: 6620

Summary:

“Can you two not look at me like that?” You asked, flushing under their hungry eyes.

“Don’t act so coy,” Vegeta smirked, one of his hands trailing from your ankle up your calf.

“You did ask us if we wanted to eat somethin’.” Goku grinned, undoing his sash quickly.

“I didn’t mean me!”

Notes: This is the first threesome fic I had ever publicly shared and I'm a little nervous. I'm quite proud of it but at the same time I'm nervous. This is not a true threesome per se (meaning, Goku and Vegeta do not Really interact with each other as much as I would want, though they still touch) but I want to get there at some point in my future fics. So basically, if you don't like men (especially these two) touching each other, maybe you won't like this. I obviously ship Goku and Vegeta, or I wouldn't have written them like this, so in future fics I want to explore their dynamics more (and actually have a True Threesome). I proofread this when I was sleepy so maybe it's not perfect grammar-wise. Just so yall know, everyone is bisexual in all my fics unless otherwise stated, even the reader.

It was your first night alone after months. Goku and Vegeta had left with Whis that morning to train for god knows how long. Months, obviously. You were okay with that. It’s not like they left you forever, but the first few nights were weird and lonely. You had to learn how to sleep by yourself again in your king size bed (which you always thought was kind of small with how Goku slept).

It was fine. You didn’t need to sleep with them every night.

You sighed, stepping out of the shower and wrapping a robe around your body. At least you could do small things that you wouldn’t do as often with them around, you thought as you blow dried your hair. Getting a midnight snack was a rare occurrence, simply because if either Goku or Vegeta noticed (mostly Vegeta, Goku slept like a log most of the time), you had to make enough food to share with them, killing the idea of it being a snack. Not to mention the amount of food you had to cook for both of them every day. Taking a break from all that was needed every once in a while.

Still, you pouted when you walked into your room, bed empty. There wasn't anything to do about it, so you sat by the vanity, running your fingers through your hair so it wouldn’t be as messy in the morning.

You stood up, turning to go to the dresser to look for underwear to put on when Goku and Vegeta materialized right in front of you. You screeched, jumping backwards and almost knocking over the vanity table.

“Goddamnit!” You held your robe tighter around yourself, trying to even your breathing. “You scared the crap out of me!”

“Sorry, honey,” Goku apologized, rubbing the back of his head.

“What are you two even doing here?”

“There was some kind of emergency…” Goku began to explain, as Vegeta sat by the bed, taking off his boots and gloves.

You turned your head from side to side, alternating between looking at both of their faces. An emergency? Was the Earth or Universe in danger once more? Will they have to leave?

“It was an emergency on the other side of the universe. Whis didn’t want the clown to tag along, since he always makes matters worse,” Vegeta clarified, noticing the growing panic in your face.

“So we came back! We’ll leave the next time Whis comes,” Goku said, approaching you and planting a brief kiss on your lips.

Somehow it didn’t seem like Goku would simply agree to come back so fast just like that. You watched him walk into the bathroom, and you turned to Vegeta, who was just taking off his armor.

“You convinced him to come back, didn’t you?”

Vegeta grunted before replying.

“The fool would have mindlessly picked up a fight wherever Whis was going. I had to remind him there was someone waiting for us to come home.”

“That’s… really sweet of you.”

Vegeta didn’t respond, but you noticed the tips of his ears turning a little red. The comment took you by surprise if you were honest, but as time went by in the last few years, you could tell he had mellowed out somehow, and sometimes he said things that could be sweet, romantic even. You approached him and leaned down, pressing your lips to his.

The kiss was supposed to be short, or that was your intention, but when you tried to pull away, Vegeta put his hands on your shoulders, keeping you in place. He deepened the kiss, licking your lips, and you melted into him quickly. When you pulled away, your body felt hotter than usual.

Goku walked in then, with just his pants on, discarding his shirts randomly onto the bedroom floor.

You weren’t sure if they were doing it on purpose, but their actions were starting to affect you.

“Have you eaten?” You asked, clearing your throat. “It’s late but I can make something if you guys want to eat.”

When you turned to walk to the door, Vegeta grabbed your wrist and unceremoniously threw you to the bed. You yelped, surprised, as you bounced on the mattress. His eyes were roaming your body immediately, and you could see something dark pooling in them when you met his gaze. Goku approached you then, standing by the bed, and while he still had his usual smile, you noticed the same gleam in his eyes.

You recoiled a little instinctively, feeling small, like a deer caught in the headlights.

It was exciting, and warmth started forming in your lower abdomen.

“Can you two not look at me like that?” You asked, flushing under their hungry eyes.

“Don’t act so coy,” Vegeta smirked, one of his hands trailing from your ankle up your calf.

“You did ask us if we wanted to eat somethin’.” Goku grinned, undoing his sash quickly.

“I didn’t mean me!”

Your eyes scanned his naked body once Goku pulled down his pants and underwear, your gaze settling on his already half hard cock. You swallowed, squeezing your legs together, trying to relieve the pressure that had rapidly built up inside you.

Vegeta had settled beside you on the bed, and claimed your lips in a kiss that left you lightheaded, his hot tongue hungrily stroking yours. You melted into him immediately, humming into the kiss and cupping his face, as his hands worked on undoing the sash on your robe and pulling it open. You were still naked underneath, and thankfully you never got to put on clothes considering how quickly you got in the mood to have them both.

When Vegeta trailed his lips downwards towards your neck, his hands tracing the underside of your breasts, Goku cupped your chin and turned you to him to kiss your lips. He was more enthusiastic about it than Vegeta was, nibbling your bottom lip before roaming your mouth with his tongue, devouring you completely. You returned the kiss just as hungrily, until Vegeta’s lips reached your nipple, closing on it and sucking earnestly, making you gasp. Goku swallowed every sound you made, one of his hands caressing your other breast and running his thumb over your nipple.

They were going so fast, your mind was in a haze so quickly and you were at a loss for words. Goku soon trailed down your neck, biting and kissing, and when his hand reached between your legs to rub your clit, just at the same time Vegeta grazed his teeth on your nipple, you tugged at both of their hairs.

“W-wait…” You panted, pulling at their hair again to get them to focus on what you were saying. “You guys are going too fast.”

Goku looked at you curiously, like he didn’t understand why that was a bad thing (which it wasn’t really, you were just overwhelmed by the sudden attention and needed a minute). Vegeta grunted in response, clearly annoyed, and tried to resume his work on your chest again, but you tugged at his hair once more.

“And why am I being the focus here?”

“Are you complaining?” Vegeta snapped, impatiently but with no real malice.

“Of course not, but…” You gulped, eyeing them both, hoping they would read your mind.

Seemingly understanding what you were implying, Vegeta rolled his eyes and grunted before pulling away from you and sitting up. Grabbing Goku by the back of his neck, he yanked him in towards him and captured his lips in a bruising kiss. Goku’s growl was audible enough for you, you could even feel his chest vibrate from the privileged position you were in, just a couple of inches away from them, as they kissed each other greedily, one of his hands tangling in Vegeta’s hair, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

Scooting back against the pillows, you stared at them, wide eyed, and fought the urge to touch yourself at the sight, pulling your legs together. You were getting wetter than you expected by simply watching them, they had an effect on you that was otherworldly, turning your brain into jelly easily. You still had your robe draped over your shoulders, and feeling your body getting hotter every passing second, you slid it off and threw it somewhere across the room.

Vegeta broke the kiss, pulling on Goku’s hair to move his head to the side to sink his teeth into his neck, just underneath his ear. Goku groaned, his muscles visibly tensing, and while Vegeta sucked a bruise on the skin of his neck, Goku’s hand reached for his still clothed crotch, stroking it gently. You couldn’t contain simply watching anymore, and you reached your own hand to where Goku’s was touching Vegeta, palming his erection through his clothes.

It was then Vegeta pushed Goku away from him and swatted your hand off his crotch to discard his own clothes as quickly as possible. Goku turned to you before you knew it, settling in beside you and kissing your lips just as ravenously as he had before, cradling your face in his hands. You kissed him as eagerly as your brain allowed you to, still dizzy from the state of arousal you were in, teeth crashing and tongues tangling immediately. You knew what you wanted however, and you reached one of your hands towards his cock, already hot and hard. He groaned softly when you stroked him gently, running your thumb over the slit, smearing precum all over.

Vegeta’s touch on your inner thigh made your moves falter, squeezing the dick in your hand at the base when his fingers reached your entrance. You gasped, pulling away from Goku’s lips when Vegeta pressed his palm against your clit, running his fingers along your lower lips. His touch was tortuous, slowly moving his digits but without really settling anywhere you wanted him to, and you whined, frustrated, when he passed over your clit with a featherlike touch.

You met his eyes to glare at him, silently asking why he was torturing you like that when hey basically threw themselves at you first. His gaze was lustful but with a playful gleam in them, a wide smirk adorning his face. It caught your breath in your throat.

“Is this slow enough for you?” Vegeta asked, voice low.

Son of a bitch, he would tease you like that. You were about to reply when he pressed his thumb against your clit, drawing small circles. You whimpered, your legs twitching from the sudden stimulation, almost making you fall back against the mattress. Afraid you would accidentally grip him too hard, and knowing you weren’t really stroking him how either one of you would have liked, you let go of Goku’s dick, earning a grunt from him.

The fingers in between your legs started touching you more thoroughly now, though still at a slow pace. It was still a lot better than what he was doing earlier, and you tried to briefly bask in the sensation of his touch, usually rough and aggressive, but in those moments it was surprisingly gentle. You knew you’d get impatient soon enough, so you tried to revel in what Vegeta was giving you. Goku’s lips were on your neck then, nibbling and sucking at the skin underneath your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Your head was spinning when they both shifted on the bed, Goku settling in behind you and Vegeta scooting in between your legs. That warm knot in your abdomen tightened when you realized how close his mouth was to your core. You tried to turn over to resume giving Goku your attention, to feel him in your hand again, and maybe even your mouth, all the while Vegeta busied himself with your core; but you were kept in place by two pairs of hands.

“Why aren’t you guys letting me touch you?” You whined, pouting.

“Maybe later,” Goku replied, nuzzling his nose against the crook of your neck and putting his hands on your waist, pressing you back against his chest.

You didn’t have it in you to keep complaining, especially not when Goku’s hands slid upwards towards your breast, fondling them tenderly. You weren’t going to win against them anyway, not when both of them had their minds set on something, in this case that something being you.

When Vegeta darted his tongue, swiping it across your core, you gasped, one of your hands going for his hair to tangle in it.

“You planned this, didn’t you?” You asked breathily, leaning your head against Goku’s shoulder.

“Not me,” Goku whispered playfully against your ear, making you shudder.

You tried to snort, but whatever noise you tried to make came out as a stuttered moan when Vegeta slid his tongue through your folds. He nestled in closer, pushing your thighs over his shoulders and resting his hands on your hips to keep you in place as he resumed his work between your legs.

It was like your body was on fire once Vegeta started eating you out, not leaving any part of you untouched. His tongue stroked over your entrance almost meticulously, before flicking it over your clit, making your legs quiver. You moaned loudly, your one unoccupied hand draping back to thread through Goku’s hair as he hummed, running his fingers over your nipples, enhancing the pleasure pulsing through your veins.

You automatically tugged at Vegeta’s hair when his tongue flattened against your clit. Your hips responded to every move of his mouth against your wetness, but his hold of you was obviously too strong to be defied. Every time you arched your back, however, you could feel Goku’s erection pressing against you. He grunted and hummed against the skin of your neck, trailing kisses where he could reach, but didn’t try to alleviate himself otherwise. You wanted to touch him badly, both of them actually, but they already seemed to have plans for you that you didn’t know about.

As Vegeta lapped at your clit and Goku licked and kissed your neck at the same time he pinched your nipples, all you could think about was that you weren’t going to last long. You wanted to enjoy the moment more, but it was difficult to do so with all the attention they were giving you.

Turning your head to the side, you pulled Goku towards your face by the grip you had on his hair, capturing his lips in a fiery kiss. He responded eagerly, cupping your cheek with one of his hands, his tongue pushing inside your mouth, and you tried to kiss him back just as intensely, but Vegeta’s mouth on your clit was making the task difficult. Goku didn’t seem to mind, swallowing down all the noises spilling from your lips as he explored your cavity.

Vegeta’s lips locked over your clit, sucking hard, and you whined loudly against Goku’s lips. Your legs were shaking, and your brain started to feel like jelly, your vision turning blurry around the edges.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to squeeze Vegeta’s head between your thighs to keep him there, or rip away from him to try and collect yourself. Everything was too intense, the warmth in your abdomen tightening yet close to unraveling any second with every move of his tongue against your core.

“Please, please,” You begged against Goku’s lips, and he groaned in response, even when he wasn’t directly responsible for your undoing at that moment.

Letting go of Vegeta’s hair, you gripped his forearm, trying to warn him somehow that you were close. He growled, low and dark, never letting up, pressing his tongue against your clit.

Your vision turned white when your orgasm surged through your body, making you moan over and over in delight. You shivered, your hips still trying to move against Vegeta’s mouth to ride your climax. Goku was there, trailing kisses across your cheek and jaw, massaging your breasts to soothe the intensity of your release.

Vegeta’s tongue lapped at your clit and he didn’t stop until you actually whimpered.

“Vegeta is good, isn’t he?” Goku asked, voice so low it spilled lust, making your hair at the back of your neck stand on end.

Still trying to catch your breath, you yelped when Vegeta growled, licking across your folds and swiping away your release before pulling away.

“Shut up, Kakarot, and make yourself useful.” Vegeta said, wiping some of the shine off his chin.

You slid down Goku’s chest, exhausted even though it was only the first orgasm of the night, and neither of them had come yet. He eased you down on the mattress, slipping from behind you and approaching Vegeta. Goku gripped him by the neck and kissed him, tasting you in his mouth. You flushed at the sight, and then narrowed your eyes when you saw them whispering to each other words you couldn't decipher.

“What are you two plotting?” They looked your way but said nothing. You huffed, sitting up on your elbows. “Should I bring out the strap?”

Goku chortled, but Vegeta seemed less amused, so you nudged his side with your foot.

“Come on, what are you planning?”

“Turn around,” Vegeta commanded, and you glared at him when he didn’t answer your initial question. “I’ll get you ready.”

You raised an eyebrow. He had your attention once more, and whatever they had in mind excited you, but you felt like you were being left out of their decision.

“Don’t I get a say in this?”

Goku looked between the two of you before smiling playfully at you.

“Do I bring the strap?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

You stifled a laughter when Vegeta elbowed him in the ribs.

“You complain too much. Turn around,” Vegeta repeated, a little louder this time.

“I wanna touch you,” You said, sitting up to slide your hands up their thighs.

Goku smiled sweetly at you, holding your chin up and pressing his lips against yours softly. Vegeta grunted, and you felt the bed shift before you broke the kiss. Vegeta’s hand was on your neck next as he pulled you back against his chest, your back pressed flush against him.

“Why don’t you use that mouth of yours, since you are so desperate?” He murmured against your ear before nibbling your earlobe.

He practically shoved you forward then, and you yelped in surprise, almost smacking your forehead against Goku’s chest, his hands catching you by your shoulders. You were more than ready to keep protesting against Vegeta, especially for pushing you like that, but Goku was cradling your face and kissing you before you could speak a single word. This kiss is greedy compared to the last one, licking your lips and holding you close as if you were going to slip away any second.

Goku fell backwards onto the mattress with you on top of him, still pressing his lips against yours. You are pulled away from him when Vegeta grabbed your ankles and yanked you towards him, your body sliding down Goku’s, and you nearly bumped your chin against his dick.

“Stop manhandling me, Vegeta!” You yelled, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder.

“Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy it,” Vegeta smirked, grabbing your hips and lifting them up, your ass basically in full display.

You flushed, embarrassed that they seemed to know you so well, turning your head back to Goku, who was grinning widely, obviously amused at your interactions.

“You manhandle me too, sometimes,” You pouted.

“Because I know you like it,” He said as he sat up on one of his elbows, holding your chin up and running his thumb across your lips.

You hummed, lightly swirling your tongue around the tip of his finger before taking it into your mouth. Goku leered at you, sticking his thumb more into your mouth and grazing your tongue. You wrapped your lips around it, sucking hard, and you heard him growl, deep in his chest.

When you felt a cool liquid, which you assumed was lube, drip against your backside, you gasped, letting go of Goku’s finger from your mouth. The next thing you felt is a finger prodding around your rear entrance, and you tried to relax, getting back to the task at hand. Goku had his hand on his cock, stroking it slowly right in front of your face. Your mouth watered at the sight; you were dying to taste him.

“Open up,” He said, still holding your chin with one hand, running his thumb over your bottom lip one last time before guiding his dick to your mouth.

You flinched when you felt Vegeta’s finger pushing inside you. It wasn’t a completely uncomfortable feeling, you had done this before, but it took a while to get to a place where it actually started feeling good. You breathed in deeply, settling your arms on Goku’s thighs and wrapping a hand around his erection. He sighed, letting you do as you pleased, and you nestled in closer.

Darting out your tongue, you licked the underside of his cock, all the way up to the tip. Goku groaned loudly when you flattened your tongue on the slit before planting a kiss there. You licked at the head once more before wrapping your lips around it, looking up to see his face as you sucked lightly.

Goku’s face was contorted in pleasure, brows furrowed together and eyes blown by desire. It was such a sight to see; his usual expression was always so relaxed, showing his easy going nature, it was something else when you got to see him like that, completely lost in sexual gratification, and it added to the heat slowly pooling in your lower abdomen once more. You felt happy knowing only you and Vegeta got to see him like that.

You moaned around him when you felt Vegeta adding a second finger inside you, at the same time his other hand went in between your legs, stroking your clit ever so slightly. Goku growled, obviously feeling the vibration your voice gave him, and his hips bucked slightly into your mouth, making you take more of him in. Your hand stroked the part of him that you couldn’t fit, as you got used to Vegeta’s fingers moving inside you. His fingers rubbing your clit were certainly helping you loosen up, but it was making sucking Goku off more difficult, as you really couldn’t give him your full attention.

Trying to resume your work on him, you flattened your tongue on the underside of his cock as you took a little more of him in. You slowly slid up and down, preparing your throat to have him fully inside your mouth. You jumped up slightly when Vegeta’s fingers pressed against your clit once more, his other two fingers still scissoring your rear entrance. You popped off Goku’s dick with a gasp, and you heard him whine from above you at the loss of your touch.

“Didn’t you want to touch us?” Vegeta asked. You couldn’t see him but there must have been a sneer on his lips when he spoke. “Is that all you can do, woman?”

Damn him. Suddenly his fingers on your folds didn’t feel as reassuring but more teasing and challenging instead.

Focussing on Goku once more, you looked him in the eye, as if asking for help. You held his erection in place as you guided him into your mouth once more. He understood what you wanted by simply locking eyes with you, and he put a hand on your head, pushing you down onto his cock. He wasn’t too far gone that he would fuck your mouth senseless, but he got that you wanted him to aid you somehow.

Your hand wrapped around the base prevented you from choking around him when the head of his dick grazed your throat. Goku let out a guttural groan, his hand on your head threading through your hair and keeping you in place for a couple of seconds before letting you pull back. You pulled off him briefly to catch your breath before taking him in again, this time bobbing your head around him.

You moaned again when Vegeta pushed another finger inside you, your body shuddering from the stretch, and his fingers stimulating your clit simultaneously was not helping you focus. You didn’t let go of Goku’s cock though, and he groaned louder when you tried to fit him whole inside your mouth. It took you by surprise when he suddenly pulled at your hair, trying to get you off him.

“Wait…” Goku’s voice was shaky and he was panting, looking down at you with hooded eyes. “I wanna come inside you…”

You pulled off him completely, slowly stroking him with your hand.

“My mouth is inside,” You teased him, your voice a little hoarse as well.

Goku chuckled, and you didn’t pull him in again. While feeling his cock pulsing inside your mouth as you swallowed down his cum was a gratifying sensation, you also wanted him to come inside you, in any of your two holes that Vegeta was preparing. And at least one, by the way his fingers were sliding into you, seemed to be ready.

When Vegeta pulled out his fingers, you sighed, relieved that the teasing on his part was over, and you’d get to have them both inside you at last. Goku grabbed your arm, tugging you towards him, and you straddled his hips. Vegeta was right behind you, pressing himself against your back, trailing his lips on your shoulder with his hands on your hips.

No matter how many times you’ve done that with them, it was never completely comfortable when they penetrated you from behind at first. It didn’t hurt, both Goku and Vegeta made sure of that, but you were never quite ready for how it felt to have them inside you that way. You still tried to relax, closing your eyes, inhaling and exhaling deeply, as Goku’s hands caressed your sides and hips, smiling sweetly at you when he saw the slight tension on your face. You knew the feeling would change once you had both of them fully surrounded by your warmth.

Vegeta coated his erection with lube before pushing into you carefully, inch by inch until he was fully seated. Your mouth hung open, feeling completely full already, and you supported yourself with your hands against Goku’s chest as you got used to the stretch, his hands still exploring your body as a means to soothe you. Vegeta didn’t move, only placing kisses in the back of your neck, and trailing a hand up and down your back. It still amazed you how gentle he could be at times, and if your mind wasn’t in a haze, you would comment on it.

After a couple of seconds, the dull ache was fading, and you moved your hips slightly to signal him that you were fine. Vegeta grunted, holding your hips and pressing you against his chest.

“Hurry up, Kakarot!” Vegeta urged him, impatience making his voice shake.

Goku huffed, obviously impatient himself if he didn’t have it in him to retort. Stroking his cock, he ran the tip over your front entrance, using the wetness still there from your release to coat himself before lining up underneath you. You gasped when he slowly eased himself inside you. He took his time, pulling out a little before pushing back in again, so as not to overwhelm you. Once he was fully sheathed, you sighed loudly.

“Fuck, you’re so tight…” Goku breathed, closing his eyes shut.

The stretch was agonizingly blissful. Their dicks were impressive enough on their own, skillfully touching places that set your nerves ablaze, and having them both at once was an out of world experience. You could feel Vegeta shudder behind you, and Goku was practically panting. They were dying to move, but they would wait until you signal them that you were ready.

It seemed like an hour until you felt comfortable enough. You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply.

“Move.”

Vegeta moved first, sliding out of you before pushing back in diligently. You gasped, shivers going up your spine. You opened your eyes just in time to see Goku’s face filled with bliss as he felt Vegeta’s moves affected the sensation on his dick as well.

“Feeling okay?” Vegeta whispered against your ear, still moving his hips cautiously.

“Yeah,” You breathed, resting your head against his shoulder. “I want more.”

Vegeta grunted, grazing his teeth on your earlobe as he slowly built up his rhythm. Goku stared at you, eyes darkened by lust, taking in your reactions before he too started moving. You were breathless, and he held your hips in place as he leisurely glided in and out of you.

Their moves were uneven at first, Vegeta pushing his hips forward when Goku slid out. The way their cocks stroked your insides felt more teasing than anything else, especially with the careful pace they had set. You whined, more than ready to feel them both deep and hard inside you, and you rolled your hips just in time Goku moved upwards, feeling his dick touch you just where you needed him. He growled deeply and you moved your butt back when he eased out to meet Vegeta’s hips instead and it was his turn to grunt at how deep inside you he was. They understood quickly and steadily increased their pace, Goku timing his moves with Vegeta’s.

You couldn’t stop the sounds coming out of your mouth, loud moans and whimpers filling the room along with wet noises of their cocks sliding inside you, and their grunts and groans. Your body felt as if it was on fire, your skin tingling as the aching fullness you felt earlier turned to pleasure.

You almost slumped forward when their thrusts knocked you out of balance, and you choked back a moan, moving your hands towards Goku’s shoulders to brace yourself, as you tried to keep up with them by rolling your hips.

“You look so pretty like this,” Goku smiled smugly at you and squeezed your waist.

You whimpered, too out of breath to reply.

Vegeta took your breasts in his hands, squeezing them roughly and digging his fingers into your skin. You cried out, feeling jolts of pleasure traveling your body when he teased your nipples just as he slammed his dick deep inside you. The heat in your abdomen tightened, their cocks gliding in and out of you setting you on edge, but you still needed more to let go.

“Please, please…” You begged, moaning shakily, unable to form a coherent sentence to voice what you actually wanted.

You knew Vegeta wouldn’t give in so easily to your pleas simply because he loved torturing you until you were a moaning mess, but Goku was already on edge because you had teased him with your mouth before, and his hips forcefully snapped upwards as soon as the words left your mouth. You practically screamed, his dick stroking your most sensitive spot inside.

Vegeta growled, his pace faltering when Goku slammed his cock deep into you. You were completely full, both of them settling inside your tight warmth at the same time for a hot moment, and they felt it deeply, Vegeta sinking his teeth into your shoulder, and Goku’s fingers digging painfully into your skin as he groaned.

Shutting your eyes close, your mouth hung open, panting as they resumed thrusting into you, filling you completely. Goku snapped his hips against you as he sped up first, the rhythm falling out of sync quicker than you expected as he chased his release. You looked at him through hooded eyes when he kept slamming into you hard. He was close, you could tell by the way he leered at you and how his jaw tensed when he moved his hips against yours. Your back arched and you gasped when he suddenly slid his thumb in between your legs to rub at your clit.

You could feel pleasure steadily blooming in your abdomen. Vegeta tried to keep a steady pace of his own, but Goku was in a frenzy, hips ramming into you and making you bounce on top of him. If it wasn’t for how tight they were gripping you would slip away. Goku kept stroking your clit with purpose, and you moaned over and over, closer to the edge than ever.

With a growl, Goku rammed into you as he came, cock twitching inside you. You clenched around him, whimpering as you felt your own release just about to burst within you.

Vegeta pressed you flush against him, one arm tightly wrapped around your waist, and he pushed Goku away from you, swatting the fingers stimulating you with his other hand. Goku groaned at the sudden lack of warmth, his cock spurting streams of cum onto your stomach and thighs. You sobbed, frustrated, your orgasm having just been robbed from you.

“You son of a-” You tried to insult him, but you were cut off when Vegeta lay on the mattress, bringing you down with him to lean against his chest.

“Not yet,” He murmured roughly against your ear, holding you firmly, your back flush against his chest, as he picked up his pace again, slamming his cock inside you. “You’re not coming yet.”

The pace Vegeta chose this time was relentless, harshly thrusting his dick into you. You screamed loudly until you had no voice left, mouth hanging open once more, only letting out puffs of air. You still felt full, but having him fuck you from behind was more teasing than anything else, and you didn’t get any direct stimulation like that.

Panting, you shakily moved your own hand between your legs and rubbed your clit, desperately trying to build your climax back up. Vegeta pushed your hand away soon enough, and you whined when he replaced it with his own, stroking you with rough fingers. You shuddered, his touch so much better than your own, and when he braced his heels to push you down onto his cock, you gasped loudly.

You rolled your head back against his shoulder, feeling on the verge of passing out from having been used so roughly. Heat was pooling inside your stomach once more, and you hoped to God Vegeta would let you come this time. Just then you felt him stop his strokes, and when you looked, Goku was swatting his hand away, replacing it with own. He rubbed circles on your clit and pushed three fingers inside your entrance at once, and you cried out with a hoarse voice.

Your body had been pushed to the edge for what felt like a hundred times, that you came as soon as Goku curled his fingers, stroking your insides. You clamped around his fingers, toes curling. Your entire body vibrated and your vision turned white.

Vegeta felt you spasmed when you reached your climax, and he growled, close to release himself. He held your hips tightly as he rammed into you, harder and faster with each passing second.

He came at last with a guttural groan leaving his mouth, and he buried his cock deep into you. You whimpered, feeling him twitch inside you as he filled you with his seed from behind.

You were completely worn out, your arms falling limply onto the bed. Vegeta was panting, chest heaving, but he made no move to pull you off him, his hands letting go off your hips and sliding up your waist instead. The only one who was somehow lucid was Goku, and you eyed him wearily as he pressed kisses to both of your knees.

“You are… an asshole…” You managed to say, clearing your throat, when Goku left to look for a towel.

“I felt your orgasm and heard how loud you screamed.” Vegeta grunted, playfully nibbling your earlobe. “You have nothing to complain about.”

“And yet you still made me suffer to get there…” You hummed, shivering when he kissed your neck.

“Yeah, Vegeta, why did you push me away?” Goku asked with a scowl once he settled on the bed again, wiping his cum from your stomach and thighs. “I wanted to come inside her!”

Vegeta groaned, but he didn’t reply.

Goku helped you sit up, and you hissed when Vegeta slipped out of you.

“Maybe next time we should team up against ya,” Goku said, as you leaned against him, settling on his lap and nuzzling your face in his neck. “See how you like that.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Vegeta sneered, not moving an inch from his place on the mattress.

“I knew you were plotting something!” You pulled away to glare at both of them. Goku chortled, rubbing the back of his neck, trying to act innocent.

“You just realized that?” Vegeta said with a wide smirk on his face.

You pouted, and turned to Goku.

“Let’s do team up next time!” You wrapped your arms around Goku’s neck, and looked him in the eye, smiling mischievously. “We’ll even use the strap.”

“Please, you two really think-”

“Ain’t you the best at everything?” Goku interrupted him, a fake innocent smile on his face. “Or were you bluffin’? Maybe you can’t handle the strap after all.”

“Yeah, I mean, for sure, you are the best at taking it,” You said casually to Goku, cupping his face in your hands. “I’ve already seen you ride me. So no matter what Vegeta says, I know you’re the best until proven otherwise.”

“How v-vulgar do you two have to be?!” Vegeta exclaimed, sitting up, his cheeks dusting a pink flush across them. “Do you really think your childish games would work on me?!”

“Afraid you’ll lose to me again? I get it!” Goku commented, and even though you knew you were playing, your eyes couldn’t have opened wider at the words that came out of his mouth. Goku was truly going all out.

Vegeta’s eye twitched, and you bit your lip, trying to not smile so blatantly at how easy it was to rile him up.

“Just so you know, Kakarot,” Vegeta spat, looking at Goku dead in the eye. “If I ever choose to do it, it will be because I want to. I already know I’m better at riding dick than you are, I will not do it to prove anything to anyone.”

You tried to stifle your laughter, but the snort that came out of your mouth soon escalated into a full guffaw. Goku laughed along with you until you were both dissolved into a fit of giggles. Vegeta rolled his eyes, flushing a little deeper, accepting his apparent defeat for the moment. His eyes gave away the fondness he was trying to conceal with the scowl on his face, and your heart fluttered at such a funny, intimate moment you just shared with your two favorite people in the world.

“I’ll guess we’ll settle this next time,” You finally said, clearing your throat with a small smile on your face. “Now, one of you, take me to the bathroom. I need another shower.”

Goku moved first and put his arms underneath your waist and knees, picking you up and carrying you into the bathroom, Vegeta following behind him.

“Don’t you guys dare try anything else tonight!” You nearly yelled once Goku settled you on your feet in the shower. “Or else my ass will hurt until next Saturday!”

Goku snickered as he stepped in next to you, Vegeta joining in tow with a smirk on his face.

#dbz fics #dbz imagine #dbz fanfiction #goku x reader #vegeta x reader #dbz #dragon ball z #dbs #dragon ball super #my writing

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starrbar · 1 year

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Alright, I was encouraged by the smol family of HeroKel shippers on here, so now that I have my ass in order, here's the Headspace Abuse AU I spawned out of some horny energy last month. xD

CONTENT WARNINGS: Physical abuse, neglect, gaslighting(?), spiders, brocon/incest if you choose to see it ;3 Also spoilers for Omori!

If you stumble across this post as someone who despises this kind of content, I sincerely apologize for that. I don't intend to main-tag this, but I'm not 100% positive how tagging works on Tumblr anymore. The Read More should cover that though. Have a nice day!

In one of the playthroughs of Omori I really like, they have this ongoing joke where Kel is just bullied all the time, especially by Hero and Aubrey. Every time Kel says anything, Hero says stuff like, "Kel, I'm going to BEAT YOU when we get home" or "Ohh Keeeel, I'm getting the BELT!!" and it's just met with Kel screaming, "NOOOO NOT AGAIN PLEASE!" and everyone's laughing about it and stuff. And man, I'm REALLY not usually into any kind of incest kinks (just personally not my thing), but I'd lowkey be fine with an rp/fic where Hero just abuses Kel all the time and has him basically trained to obey and cower out of fear. x'D

Adding onto that, I also had so much fun with the Basil deaths in Black Space, so now I just imagine like Basil is the Kenny of the group, and he just dies horrible deaths all the time and comes back later, and no one even bats an eye beyond giggling or saying, "Oh wow, he's gonna feel that in the morning, tee hee!"

And then when Basil goes missing, Hero and Aubrey start putting Kel through a lot more shit because even they they don't really notice it, Basil's constant deaths and pained screaming do keep them pretty entertained.

Omori isn't phased by any of it ofc, since he's kiiiind of the one pulling the strings here.

I'm not sure how Mari would respond to everything. Maybe it would be funny if she just acted like she always does and almost as if the stuff happening is just silly goofy bickering or stubbed toes, and she'll say stuff like, "Awww, don't worry, Basil! All you have to do for a spider bite is (I don't even know, but like generic advice for a single, non-venonous spider bite)!" And Basil is just like, "-gross sobbing- O-okay...!" while being devoured alive by a billion spiders or chomped in half by a giant one ahahaha.

Then she'll tell Kel, "Aww, Hero got mad at you? Well... you did step on his foot after all. But just apologize and talk it over and I'm sure he'll come around in no time! ^u^" and this is like, what you tell someone if all the angry person did was snap at them or get upset and leave for a bit. But Hero literally broke a branch off the nearest tree and beat Kel with it until it broke lmao.

It's like... ultra horrific tbh? But I kind of love soaking in more of that type of freaky shit. It's almost appealing BECAUSE it's the absolute last thing that should ever be happening??

Kel is an absolute sweetie and deserves the world, Hero is a kind and patient big brother who immediately apologized and improved himself the one time he was ever really mean to Kel, and Aubrey is honestly a very good person despite putting on an edgy face when she got older and trying to push people away. She's never out to truly hurt anyone.

So it's kinda fun to twist them up in this awful way, especially since the game itself kind of already did most of the work for me and all I did was enjoy that and also take a meme from a video series and run with it.

I mean holy shit, there's legit a whole scene in Black Space where Basil's DW friends all beat him to death and then act like everything is normal and fun. It's CANON, and everything I wrote here is of a similar caliber, just with the invitation to view it as abusive shipping if the reader desires.

Basically I'm roleplaying with myself and enjoying the sadistic story I end up with x'D

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vaicomcas · 11 months

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I interact with a lot of blogs that ship destiel and that means I see a lot posts about that ship. I did filter it, but then since even Cas only content is sometimes tagged “destiel”, I had to remove my filters.

We know for the fandom destiel is about Dean and Dean only. I mean I have seen Cas comforts Dean after 14x20 fics. I don’t want to disrespect any writer but that had me seething.

Destiel is “Cas gives up his powers, his faith, his family, basically everything thing. Dean treats him like shit, yells at him” and the inference is OMG see how much Dean loves Cas and poor Cas can’t understand it. It’s the same, may it be in the fic or posts anout the show.

Like fans are so desperate, they cancel everything Cas did, they cancel his relationship with Jack, they cancel his wishes, they cancel his identity. They prefer Cas to be the plot device that is there to comfort dean and provide him whatever they feel like dean needs.

It makes navigating the fandom so hard, like I love these blogs, but I see these destiel posts, more often than I would like and its just makes me want to leave this place.

I do brush it off because everyone is entitled to their opinions and interpretation but my mental health is in such a dark place that I can’t do it right now. Which is why I am ranting here forgive me for that.

Feel free to rant. I know how it feels like. I can't take it either.

I think what makes it hard despite this understanding that "there is no right and wrong just other people craving different things than me" is just that destiel is so overwhelmingly majority that it feels like the default of how to experience SPN universe. Even someone as hardened as myself feel the need to constantly put disclaimers on my posts -- not exactly apologizing but warning people as if my opinion is toxic or something. But we are constantly exposed to what's toxic to us and just have to live with it. Goes with being a minority opinion, I guess.

It's kind of like going to an all-you-can eat buffet and it's the only place I can get food. I am surrounded by an ocean of people who are gorging themselves with trays of moldy cheese and delirious with tears of joy. I find moldy cheese disgusting, and have to hold my breath constantly to avoid the odor, but I understand that moldy cheese is a valued delicacy in some cultures, and these people are the main customers of this business. Still needing to eat, I scrounge up some berries and nuts in the corners, not all in great condition, but I eagerly pile them into my plate. Yet it's hard to enjoy them with the constant stench of cheese in the air.

But then I meet one or two fellow diners in search of berries and nuts, whose scowls on their faces I recognize. And they listen to me rant about the cheese. And they tell me about the other corner where they found some honey that would go so well with the berries. And they drew me a picture of some imaginary berries that are fresh and ripe and so delicious looking. And I think maybe I'll stay in this place a little longer.

#ask #anti destiel #this post isn't per se #but tagging it so people who would be offended can filter it out

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an independent roleplay blog for QUEEN BERYL from BISHOUJO SENSHI SAILOR MOON. low activity / mun is 21+ .

🌏 i prefer the manga so that is the one i will be pulling from the most ! 🌏

side blog to @lunarnoire .

guidelines

i. this is a independent roleplay blog for queen beryl from bishoujo senshi sailor moon.

ii. this blog is low activity because of my personal life (work/life). this blog is also mutuals only and is a sideblog currently to @lunarnoire. all follow backs will come from there!

iii. no god-modding and/or meta-gaming! i’m aware that queen beryl is, obviously, a villain and as such does things villains do like… well basically gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss ™. this is my second time roleplaying a villain (i write black lady too) so i don’t want to step on anyone’s toes especially given beryl’s nature.

iv. i tend to match my partners in terms of length but sometimes my replies may be on the longer side. (i tag long posts with #long post if you need to filter it). i do accept criticism on my writing and how i can get better as i am to here to also improve my craft aside from having fun! i’m gonna be upfront with you guys right now and let you know that i have… issues with commas. i don’t use them as often as before but those little swiggles… daunting.

v. nsfw content like smut will not be present here!

vi. in regards to ships, the same thing from vii. applies here. if you’d like to plot something out between characters that isn’t pre-determined in bssm (at least the dark kingdom arc where queen beryl appears) such as family bonds or platonic, please message me so we can plot things out beforehand and then work our way through threads and development!

vii. regarding mains/exclusives… i do not practise exclusivity anymore due to bad past experiences! i’m still iffy on practising mains for the same reasons, so for right now mains are reserved for friends only. i apologize in advance, but it’s really more for my safety and comfort than anything. also if i’m being honest here… i tend to get to my threads depending on the order i draft them in so oldest first then newest which is another reason why i’m unsure on the status of mains here.

viii. regarding ocs and multimuses, you are welcome here! i typically do not follow if i cannot easily find your about page, rules, and muses page via mobile as i tend to be on mobile more than desktop.

ix. in closing, you are always welcome to message me if you have plot ideas or if you wish to thread, etc! if i miss any threads, replies, asks…, please let me know! if you have questions, please let me know! you can call me kairi. i’m over 21 and sailor moon has been with me all my life. 🥺❤ i’ve read the manga, watched both crystal and the 90s animes as well as all the recorded musicals, and i’m even a member of the official fan club! my other fave characters aside from black lady specifically are aino minako/sailor venus/sailor v, sailor galaxia, sailor ceres, michiru kaioh/sailor neptune, and fish eye! i just really love sailor moon… 🥺❤❤

x. this blog is not affiliated with toei animation, naoko takeuchi / p.n.p.. my headcanons and writing are my own. sources are from various official sources provided by toei and/or p.n.p. or they are from missdream or mintymoondrops or spriters-resource. my graphics (so icon border, page break image and stuff like that) / psd are made my me. my icon border was made put together by both myself & @.maidenkissed. my blog background was made by @.maidenkissed cuz i was really going through it when i was making one.

about

NAME: queen beryl

AGE: 20 something

DOB: november 1st

NATIONALITY: japanese.

SPECIES: human**.

GENDER: female.

OCCUPATION: queen of darkness, queen of the earth, queen of dark kingdom.

HEIGHT: 160cm, 164cm, 167cm, 168cm.*

HAIR: rose red, seafoam green as super beryl, jet black pre-corruption.

EYES: pale orange, fiery red as super beryl.

FACECLAIM: yuri nishina, akiko miyazawa, midori hatsukaze, nami tamaki, makoto aikawa, juri hirayu, rinko matsubara, aya sugimoto.

VOICECLAIM: keiko han, misa watanabe.

according to an dic adventure doll released by bandai during the 90s, beryl's likes are anarchy, bedlam and chaos. she dislikes sailor moon and the other senshi. her hobbies are snooping, spying, and sabotage and her special strengths are the ability to control her henchmen. her favorite food is liver ; her favorite color is black ; her favorite animal is a scorpion; and her favorite topic of conversation is world domination. it also lists her birthday as november 1st and her age as "twenty-something". i view beryl around the same age as whatever queen serenity is supposed to be - at least physically - so i will be using this old doll info from the dic dub at my disposal. lol

** - i view queen beryl as a human as she is from the earth kingdom during the time of silver millennium and was reborn as a normal human in the present age before , both times , being ultimately corrupted by queen metalia. beryl was a sage before metalia, an invader from the sun, noticed the conflictions and darkness in her heart and ultimately used that to her own ends. beryl is corrupted by the evil that is metalia and to symbolize this, her hair is no longer black but is instead brilliant red, her teeth sharpen into fangs, her nails into claws, her ears become pointed (naoko says her ears are like black holes in the materials collection), and horns grow out of her shoulders.

it's been a while since i watched the musicals but i remember beryl going through some real character growth and going through redemption in the musicals based on the stars arc. she is allies with galaxia and has a change of heart after witnessing / realizing her beloved, endymion, is dead. she helps sailor moon and the other senshi in the fight against galaxia and chaos and i believe that, in the end, beryl would've chosen redemption over the darkness if it meant endymion was safe. also cuz i don't think it's fair that the four heavenly kings are offered redemption or freed from their brainwashing depending on which canon you watch, but beryl is rarely, if ever, offered the same courtesy. i haven't decided if this will just be relegated to my musical verse(s) or not. i'll come to a decision once i finish rewatching the musicals. lol

the series never really goes into much depth about who beryl was before metalia, but i like to think that given what scraps we are given, beryl was a benevolent sage of endymion's court who adhered to the laws that both peoples of the moon and earth followed - which were ultimately broken by princess serenity and prince endymion with their forbidden love. beryl knew of their secret meetings and was jealous, however she never acted on this jealousy but instead suffered in agony wondering why her dear endymion did not have eyes for someone like her. this caused her to eventually come to dislike the princess of the moon which, in turn, caused metalia to offer beryl the means of which to take her love for her own. beryl, distraught and full of warped hatred, gives into metalia and becomes beryl , queen of darkness. with her newfound powers, she brainwashes the four heavenly kings to fall completely and utterly under her control. in a sense, i view her as the opposite of usagi - like a foil to her. i think pre-metalia , beryl was probably similar to usagi in a lot of aspects, but ultimately her love would become her downfall whereas usagi's would be her strength.

in the manga and crystal, beryl is wary of metalia and the power that she offers. beryl would rather betray metalia and be queen of the earth with endymion at her side then serve metalia.

my sister and i joked about this once when we were watching either crystal or pgsm together, but like??? what if beryl could also use her tiara as a boomerang like usagi too??? and so this attack would be called dark metalia boomerang!

i know crystal has usagi/sailor moon defeat beryl but i hated that so much cuz they took away a beautiful moment for minako to shine as a leader so in my crystal verse, i'm headcanon...-ing that minako/sailor venus was the one to defeat beryl.

im currently re-reading and re-watching the series (manga, both animes, live action, and musicals) so i might add more stuff here during my re-watch if i find it relevant. i also plan to sit down and play another story some time, too, but i'm not sure how long beryl is in that game. i tend to do this every year or so because sailor moon is my favourite series too! so there is that. lol

my interpretation of beryl is largely INFLUENCED by the MANGA and the musicals. i grew up watching the 90s anime. the first season as well as the promise of the rose movie are my favorites. i love, love, love, love the manga though, but i am not adverse to engaging with the 90s anime as like i said i grew up with it. i also love the musicals, too, and crystal. the dream arc is my favorite arc of sailor moon and i really love the sailor v manga too and my delulu dream is that someday toei will do another attempt at a sailor v anime and possibly even there will be a sailor v musical!! and game!!

*these are the heights of her myu actresses in order that they played her so yuri -> akiko and then the third one is for makoto and the last is for aya as i could not find heights for her other actresses.

my favorite musicals for beryl are eien densetsu and its revision (this is one of my favorite musicals in general outside of nogimyu and the dracul series as well as the nelke myus with satomi and hotaru as usagi.) and nogimyu. i don't remember much of beryl in the others outside of gaiden dark kingdom , the very first sera myu. i think the other bandai myus she appears in after eien densetsu are basically just eien densetsu with changes. outside of the manga/crystal, the primary source i will be pulling from for beryl is the eien densetsu musicals , nogimyu, and la reconquista.

Silver Millennium was a time of peace in the solar system. Each planet enjoyed the peace that the silver crystal brought up and all was well. There was that ancient rule that the kingdoms of the moon and the earth were forbidden from interacting and so the kingdom of the moon watched over the inhabitants of the earth ever diligently. Beryl was a kindly, beautiful sage. She was employed in the court of Prince Endymion and his parents - the king and queen. As Beryl was of different social statuses than the prince, she could only watch him from afar - only interacting with him during her royal duties as sage but those interactions with the prince were far and few between. She could say she knew the king and queen much better but alas. She only truly wanted to know Endymion.

She fell for the handsome and regal young prince. Her every thought was consumed by his presence to the point where she had befriended his loyal retainers in an effort to become closer to the prince and to learn his deepest secrets. She only had eyes for him, but alas. He never had eyes for her - only viewing her as a friend or perhaps a sister. His eyes were for the princess of the moon, Princess Serenity, and her alone.

Beryl discovered his feelings for the radiant princess one day. She was always watching him from afar when not doing her duties and had learned his secret - a secret only her retainers and her mother, and his retainers knew. No one else.

Beryl was consumed with feelings she had never before. It was a raging, bottomless jealousy that roared like a blizzard inside of her. She felt nothing but disdain and contempt for the princess of the white moon. She thought that without her, perhaps she and Endymion could be together.

These dark feelings caught the attention of Queen Metalia - a figureless evil entity from the sun. She wormed her way into Beryl's heart , plotting even further seeds of malicious feelings inside of her. she told beryl that endymion could be her's and her's alone with the tremendous power that she could give her.

power. yes, that's what she needed. she needed power to obtain what she wanted most. her love.

she took metalia's offer and she is offered wonderous dark powers to obtain her love and to help obtain metalia's goal.

beryl uses her newfound powers to turn endymion's trusted retainers, the four heavenly kings, under her command. with metalia's powers she also brings the entire earth under her control and endymion's parents lose their very lives in the process.

traveling to the moon with an army behind her, the denizens of the earth fight against the denizens of the moon. beryl eventually loses her life to sailor venus and her holy sword, lamenting that she was not able to have endymion to herself.

when queen serenity uses the power of the silver crystal at the cost of her life to seal away metalia and wish for her daughter to have a normal life, beryl and the other denizens of earth are sent there as well until they are eventually reincarnated in the future.

beryl is reincarnated like so many others from the time of the silver millennium and pursues a career in archeology. she travels the world for her profession and uncovering ancient relics and ruins makes her nostalgic for a time long passed that she no longer remembers. during these travels, she encounters the reincarnated four heavenly kings and through a cruel twist of fate becomes friends with them. they all find kinship over the mutual feelings that they have over a life they've long forgotten - wondering if it is just their imagination or if there is something more.

unaware of her awakening, aino minako awakens as sailor v with the help of her companion, artemis, and soon beryl feels something stir deep within her. a kind of hatred she has never known. before she would look on at the moon with a sense of passivity - never understanding why so many people worshipped the moon. now she would look on it with disdain and disgust - cursing the very thing so many loved. and deep within her breast would burn a love so damaging, it choked her. where was this man she believed to be her soulmate? where was he?

beryl returns to japan after work had brought her to the ancient ruins of greece. she had to get away from those structures... those structures that made images dance behind her eyes of another life. she was sure this time that that time was real, but how could she prove it?

as she asks this question, a disembodied voice calls her. it tells her to travel to the north pole, to d point where all of her questions would be answered. and so beryl drops everything to make her way to a place rarely traveled to - if ever.

the voice continues to call for her and soon she finds what she is looking for - a giant cave leading to the deepest, most darkest place anyone could imagine and as she travels further and further into the cave, she discovers the remains of her beloved's kingdom and soon finds an ancient door. the voice is louder this time, desperate, and beryl opens the door and is greeted by the entity known as metalia. she restores beryl's memories and powers - this time beryl is transformed completely. her once jet black hair turns rose red; her ears become more pointed and the insides look like black holes; her teeth sharpen into fangs; her fingernails point out into claws; stones grow forth from her shoulders and she feels herself grow taller, grow stronger, and when her eyes open, she is

BERYL, QUEEN OF DARKNESS.

metalia instructs her to find the four heavenly kings and bring them under her command once more - and she does. she finds them in their respective regions that they once had governed in ages past and so the dark kingdom is revived.

from then on, beryl and the four heavenly kings seek to gather energy to give to queen metalia as they search for the legendary silver crystal to gain control over the world.

beryl would eventually lose her life to sailor venus once more and her memories before she was corrupted come back and her love once more chokes her and beryl dies thinking only of endymion again.

verses

SILVERMILLENNIUM. this is my verse set during the silver millennium in sailor moon.

DARKKINGDOM. this is my verse set during the manga.

DPOINT. this is my verse set during the 90s anime of sailor moon.

CRYSTAL. this is the same as DARKKINGDOM as sailor moon crystal follows the manga - albeit with a few differences to my chagrin in the beginning.

REVIVAL. beryl appears in numerous musicals but this will be the general 'verse' that i will use for the bandai musicals. beryl appears in the :

summer 1993 dark kingdom revival musical and its winter (1993) revision.

summer 1997 eternal legend musical and its winter (1998) revision.

summer 1998 beginning of the new legend musical.

summer 2003 starlights musical and its winter (2004) revision, the advent of princess kakyuu.

in the eternal legend musicals, the four heavenly kings are once again under command of beryl as well as a mud puppet of endymion. in the new legend musical, the amazon trio is under her command. the starlights musical has the four heavenly kings under her command once again and the same goes for the the advent of princess kakyuu. i am 100% game for writing in one of the stars musicals as a type of stars au for either the manga or 90s anime. please just let me know first!

RETURN. beryl appears in numerous musicals but this will be the general 'verse' that i will use for the nelke musicals. beryl appears in the :

summer 2013 la reconquista musical.

summer/fall 2018 nogimyu musicals. fall/winter 2019 nogimyu musical.

the super live (2018-2019 & 2023).

spring 2024 nogimyu musical.

ANOTHERSTORY. this is my verse sset during the video game, sailor moon: another story, however i haven't actually played the game outside of the like first... 10?? minutes so i don't really know much about beryl's role in this game.

FALSEQUEEN. this is my verse set during the live action tokusatsu drama series, pretty guardian sailor moon or PGSM.

credits

cafekitsune / Toei / Naoko Takeuchi / P.N.P. / Marco Albiero / missdream / mintymoondrops / spriters-resource / maidenkissed.

#ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ (ᴏᴏᴄ);#*creations

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himedachi · 5 months

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#himedachi ; an indie ( unaffiliated ) & highly selective roleplaying blog of original & canon characters, est. 2015 & remade in 2024 . as written by KARIN . currently using beta editor . minors & personal blogs dni . please read rules below the cut before following !!

a character study and FOCUS in ✨ #girlbossing ✨ ORIGINALS. renge & tsuruhime & aika/megohime & tsuyuko & killian & jinluo CANONS. yoimiya (GI) & seele (HSR) & kasuga (senbasa) & ren kougyoku (magi: the labyrinth of magic)

001. MAIN! as stated above, this blog is generally fandomless & unaffiliated (& i wish to keep it that way). my interactions are selective & activity in general will be somewhat sporadic aka medium to low. if i follow you (first or back), it means i want to interact with you, but please softblock if you decide to unfollow. selective means i only respond to interactions made by my mutuals, though. i'm very oc & crossover friendly so don't be afraid to hmu!

002. MUN. you can call me KARIN / RIN (she/her). both mun (25+) and muses (18+) are all of age. i'm located in GMT +7 so expect my online hours to be weird in general for people outside the timezone. one thing to keep in mind is that i won’t be interacting with minors so if you're not comfy with it, feel free to unfollow. i also happened to had a long time hiatus (for about 5 yrs if you must know) in the tumblr rp scene so i might miss out a thing or two around here. apologies.

003. IC =/= OOC. in character does not equal out of character. don't let my in-character interactions bleed out to how you'd treat me as a mun.

004. NSFW CONTENT. i am 25+ so nsfw content is not exactly something taboo around this place, but actual explicit nsfw roleplay itself will be something of a rarity or even not happening at all with only implied at best. however, my point of not interacting with minors still stands.

005. INTERACTIONS. i will sometimes reblog ask prompts (if you wish to reblog please kindly reblog directly from the source!) or post interaction calls so feel free to make use of them to trigger interactions! if we're mutuals, feel free to make use the ask feature too. i'm also perfectly fine with iconless threads as well!

006. DRAMA-FREE. i'm not gonna participate in any drama in my dash & i'm honestly too old to humor that. we're all mostly grown adults here, so i'm sure we can judge the situation at hand for ourselves.

007. TRIGGER WARNINGS. i put trigger warnings by using the #tw: inserttriggerhere tag . do let me know if you want something tagged accordingly.

008. SHIPPINGS. most of my characters are multiship & available for shipping based on character chemistry. some exceptions do exist, like megohime, where she is only likely to be shipped with certain interpretations of her historical spouse. however, please ask me further for details if you want to, i do not bite! flirting with my characters are a-ok (please do), but don't assume they'll be in for shipping immediately unless discussed prior to our interaction.

009. BIG NO(S). i do not tolerate racism/sexism/homophobia/transphobia, those are not welcome in my space. block button will be used liberally for this very purpose. apart of that, godmodding/metagaming is an obvious no.

010. REPLY PACING. as mentioned, my activity is generally sporadic (adulting stuff gets into me, basically). my pace is "i reply when i have the mood for it" pace aka i can reply in like 15 minutes in one sitting after you post or it'll take up a few days... with that said, practice patience with me & please don't feel obliged to match my pace! i'm perfectly fine with waiting. i also occasionally drop & it's fine as well for you to do so - i'm always open for reviving if needed c:

011. IMPORTANT TO NOTE. my depiction of canon characters is generally compliant to what the canon offers, but the degree of divergency may vary to each characters & headcanons are usually always present. if you follow me solely to rp with only certain muses, do lower down your expectations as my focus is often scattered all over.

012. SPOILERS. as i have muses from currently ongoing series, this blog may contain spoilers by nature, but i usually tag spoilers that are considered recent (<1 month release, 2-week spoiler tagging rule applies)

&. LAST BUT NOT LEAST! mutuals can ask me for my twitter/x or discord if you want to talk outside of tumblr ims! cheers!

credits;

dash icon by kittyshcherbatsky psd by melinoegraphics & potatorecs & phasmophobie icon bases are taken from x0401x, bladeworks-icons, melodiousicons, yumis-mangaicons & other various resources.

#▶┊ BENEATH THE MASK. ( ooc )#PINNED POST. do not interact

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wavering-devotion · 1 year

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Rules

Hello! My name is Zaira! Here's a mobile-friendly rules page.

I’m 30, She/Her, Bi/Genderqueer/Grayromantic

I write analysis, headcanons, scenarios about horror movies on my interest blog: My-little-wraithlings

This is a side blog. My main blog is Miskatonicfolly

–Z–

Rating: This blog is 18+ with tagged NSFW posts.

Violence and blood heavy. Possible sexual content.

Extreme Warning:

Given the context of both the character and the movie, this blog will cover several forms of abuse. The muse is a victim of physical, emotional, and verbal abuse. As such, those topics will be primary to all threads.

Extremely important Shipping rule:

Renfield has been heavily abused. His autonomy has been removed from him for roughly 90 years. He is used to being submissive to anyone he has imprinted emotionally on. Because of this, I cannot in good conscious do insta-love ships. Muses that wish to ship with him need to befriend him and earn his trust first. He has to be able to fully consent to a romantic or sexual relationship.

I have the right to terminate the thread if you try pushing an insta-love angle.

Mandatory Basics:

This blog is 18+ only. You need to display the mun and the muse’s age on your blog.

This blog is low activity. Don’t rush me for replies. I get to them when I have the chance and the spoons for it. I am finishing up my final semester of college and I am my disabled sister’s caretaker, this blog comes secondary to that.

I require introductory threads for all characters. Unless your muse is Dracula or Rebecca Quincy, my muse has not met your muse and therefore does not know them.

Do not control my muse unless I have given you permission to.

I need to be able to easily find your rules.

Bullies, racists, misogynists, ableists, homophobes, transphobes (especially TERFS) are not welcome to interact. If I find out you are one, then I will block you.

If you try to guilt trip me for any reason, I will block you. I don’t have the mental energy to put up with bullshit. Writing Rules: I write paragraph style, I do not allow asterisks. Please use a minimum of two sentences per reply unless we’ve known each other for a while. I need something to reply to. Your grammar and English do not have to be perfect. So long as I can get the basics of what you’re saying then we’re fine to continue.

If I write a huge amount, you don’t have to match length if it exhausts you. Shipping: This blog is multiship. Every muse I play with will be in their own universe unless we all work something else out.

Crossovers and OCs: This blog is crossover and OC friendly and encourages them to interact.

Smaller Warnings: - Gore/violence -Dead bodies - Various bugs and consumption of said bugs. Possible rodent death. - Blood - Possible Sexual Encounters - Needles, syringes, injections - Dark Themes Smut: Smut will only happen if both Mun and Muse are over 18. As well, it will only happen once I have deemed Renfield ready. Triggers: I will try to tag most triggers. Still, something may slip by, my apologies. Remind me if I miss something so that I can tag it. Mun’s only trigger is maggots (awkward, right? for playing a character who deals with dead bodies) Tagging: I am currently in the process of making a tagging system but I am forgetful. I do not usually tag every post. I usually will only tag the first post of a thread so that it can be found through the search.

Credit:

All icons (before edits) and art used comes from the movie’s official source.

#rules

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aeterna---amantes · 2 years

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hi. while I understand your frustration, just don't go online if you don't want to be spoiled. simple as that. don't lash out on people who slip up. we are human. you probably would've been spoiled on stuff like dw regardless... as for st, things like shipping or dreamcasts, etc, are not spoilers. not really, because it's just talk. if it happens, it happens. but inadvertently calling someone out after asking them to tag it, in which they then did, being disrespectful-- is rude of you.

|| Thank you for the ask.

While I understand where you're coming from, let me state that I am talking to the person right now and we're good. I already apologised for lashing out and so did they, way before you sent this ask in. No real harm has been done. We'll get over it because we consider each other friends.

But let's talk about tagging, because a rule of thumb on tumblr is that you tag your posts.

You tag triggers and content warnings, you tag characters and actors and theories. It's not much to ask to be decent and use the system as it is. If I see a blog that doesn't tag, I do not follow it, and if it does, I filter whatever I don't want to see if I decide to follow them.

You can't possibly know that the content you put up/reblog won't trigger anyone. What if you reblogged something, didn't tag it, and it gave someone an anxiety attack? Surprise, it happens. For real, it happened to me once. It's not just MY fault if the person didn't tag! Hell, you can trigger people even if you use tags on your post. I triggered someone with a roleplay reply as well and it has been tagged appropriately! And hey, I got an ask once that this one person disliked FrostIron - but I'm tagging it so they don't have to see! Or, speaking of my good friend who accidentally slipped up - they're terrified of clowns (it's in their rules), so I'm sure they've filtered the word in order to never see any. There are also people who won't roleplay with specific face claims (eg. Amber H. is a great example), or deceased people (totally understandable, too). Filters are good, we all use them, and it exists for a reason.

Speaking of my problem, Stranger Things came out exactly a week ago. I can't imagine I'm all alone who hasn't seen all seven episodes yet. Not coming online is not an option, because I talk to lots of friends on here, and I also cope with writing I do on my side blogs these days.

Just for the record, I did not make that post in order to call out this one specific person (you used the word "inadvertently" but you're really trying to make me look bad for it), but everyone who doesn't tag at all. You do not need to be Tumblr police if you can't understand why is this upsetting for me. Especially if you have absolutely no idea whether I'm talking to the person about it or not, and apology and forgiveness went both ways or not.

Whoever comes here knows or learns pretty fast that Tumblr is a community and we respect each other and each other's boundaries. It's not Twitter where you can word vomit whatever the hell you want, whether your followers like it or not, and it's not Instagram where you mass post pics without any warnings whatsoever.

This is Tumblr, and we have basic rules. Tagging is one of them.

I'm genuinely sorry if I came off rude in my post or in this reply, but these are my thoughts. I hope you have a nice day.

#ooc #Nonnie

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acerace · 2 years

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Appreciations time for my special guys!!! Aqua20 my beloved, team vod review, top of the leaderboard the entire event and one of the best teams I've ever watched <3 the communication was outstanding the vibes were excellent, they were hype but not loud, they were sooo supportive and clearly having a blast, watching their pov was a wonderful culmination of months of effort to improve at the video game solely out of a love for the event and a determination to be the best they can be <3 and a healthy dose of sweaty competitiveness lmao they're a teensy sweaty, just a lil-

Some choice Aqua20 moments:

-that One Guy who came into H's chat before the event saying they hoped his team lost and H called them out and said he'd win the event specifically because this guy "pissed him off" lmaoo

-H not having the right permissions to access the aqua vc in the discord until like 30 minutes before the event <3

-5up making an Entire Graph for build mart

-Ant advising everyone to put their tree graphics on fancy specifically because it lets you see through the leaves?? What a wild strat lmao

-H, bouncing around the new hub: "see chat this is what twitch rivals needs.......... content" LMAO

-the immediate attempts to a) pet the dogs and b) break the map and c) them succeeding at getting into the volcano and ship and also maybe the winner's podium?

-jazzercise. This is a recurring theme. Watch H's pov on the practice server before the event to witness... whatever that video was

-according to Gem the entire team was up until midnight her time vod reviewing together, which might explain why none of them slept??? H got maybe one hour of sleep and 5up three at most,,, guys please

-H opening Pokemon cards the entire event and occasionally pausing the conversation to show off his cards. Discussing game strategy? No, look at this alt art Umbreon instead

-5up carrying parkour tag as hunter

-Gem going "that's our little kitty cat!" at Ant

-the increasing shock and despair with each round in parkour tag when the opposing team sent their strongest hunter after them Every Single Time (the Pain in their voices when Fruitninja hunted >)

-GRID RUNNERS!! They popped tf off the communication was excellent they did so well what a good gr run

-that awkward moment in the golf grid runners room where they miss hitting H into the platform three (3) times

-Bad appearing in H and Ant's chats and telling them if they won he'd give Rat treats

-Ant getting zero (0) coins in the second round of rocket spleef rush. This haunts him the entire event

-Ant constantly asking people to build the bridge and walls in sky battle and just. no one doing it lmaooo

-5up's Spotify crashing halfway through the event and him being unable to restart it without breaking his entire stream (how??)

-Gem continually understanding what Ant was trying to say in his rapid panic ramblings, basically translating for 5up and H

-every time someone started getting down on themself the entire team would go crazy with encouragement :')

-Gem disapproving of their punching in tgttos because she believes in "punch karma"

-Ant H and 5up all ruining someone's day by punching anyway, and Elaina and Tubbo screaming their hatred at them in the post call

-5up punching Scar in tgttos and being So distressed about it, and Gem calling him a "little toxic" for it lmaoo

-Gem crossly telling the other hermits off for killing or punching her like >:( Falsesymmetry leave me alone >:(

-Ranboo killed 5up in tgttos at some point, a betrayal 5up could not forgive (and bonus Ranboo apologizing during DB while rooting for 5up to get his win)

-the way shot calling naturally passed between the team across the games and how there was no argument over who would do what

-I cannot stress this enough, H was opening Pokemon cards the entire event

-"we're so cool and hot and sexy"

-5up literally opening Pete's python's crypt run During the event to watch it one more time before they played ace race. Team vod review fr

-5up being so nervous for his strat in BM to the point where he almost wanted Battle Box instead

-Gem being nervous about sands of time and the whole team coming up with alternate strategies on the spot so she wouldn't have to do something she wasn't comfortable with (and then Gem going further than ever before as runner)

-everything about sot actually. The mobs in the hub and 5up telling them not to worry about it. The synergy of Gem getting the blue vault key, giving it to H to do the lava parkour, H calling in sandkeeper 5up to collect the actual coins as they'd be safer with him. 5.9k coins and no deaths!!

-DODGEBOLT!!! Three first time players!! Hermit on Hermit violence!! Gem's distress at fighting the other Hermits!! Ant word vomiting super specific highly detailed strategy while H leans back in his chair and then tells Ant to breathe lmaooo

-each round ending in a 1v1 with a different new winner getting the final shot,,,,, the training arc,,, the poeticness cannot be understated

-5up final DB round. What the fuck was that pink man

-Ant immediately opening his vod while still in the post mcc call to start reviewing his performance,,, king please it's been 20 minutes

(Ant proclaiming that the "vod review grind never stops" as he does so, and H earlier saying he'd see them all tomorrow for vod reviews)

-5up commissioning an art piece of them winning awwwww

-Ant being so happy after the event he almost started crying :')

GG to Aqua 20, what a fantastic team 💙💙

#mcc 20 #mcc #hbomb94 #geminitay #antfrost #5up #my posts #long post #I gen had no idea who I'd watch w/out g.rian and then this team was announced and my problems were solved instantly #there's def more good moments but that's why you should all immediately go watch their povs <3 #mcc appreciation

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themand0lorian · 3 years

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FLUFFTOBER DAY 10-TICKLISH

FLUFFTOBER MASTERLIST

Summary: Din isn't used to touch, and it takes you an embarrassingly long time to realize it.

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!Reader (no Y/N)

Rating: PG

Words: ~1000 (also on AO3)

Tags: S1 spoilers of the Mandalorian, minor wound care, tickling, the softest Din Djarin you've ever read

Notes: Maybe not quite as happy as most ticklish fics would be, but here we are! Still soft fluff!

It started with a hunt gone bad.

You had only travelled with the Mandalorian for a few cycles at that point, a glorified babysitter to the little bogwing he only called “Kid.” You had few skills that could help in bounty hunting, in fixing his decrepit ship, in communicating with alien babies. But you tried your hardest.

So when Mando returned from a hunt late at night, fighting a grunt before shoving the bounty into carbonite, you first only peered at him from the cot. Watched as he took stuttered steps, as he sighed and groaned as silently as possible. As he broke out the medkit, the light on his helmet switching on to reveal a gash on his upper ribs.

The sight of blood had you on your feet and in front of him in an instant; you had basic first aid knowledge, but really—it was the caring, nurturing part of you that carried you over to him, wanting to help the fearsome bounty hunter who had shown you the only kindness you’d ever known in your life. He almost startled when you appeared in front of him, gentle hands over his to take the supplies from him, a whispered “Let me help,” to prevent waking the child. Mando only nodded after a moment of contemplation, silently handing the tools to you. When your hands touched his bare skin—only feather-light, trying to assess the damage—he twitched harshly. Both of you whispered apologies in unison, and you got to work patching him up.

By the next time, things had changed between you and your Mandalorian. You hadn’t discussed it, but you knew all the same—heard whispered conversations with the baby about you, him calling you “mom.” Fleeting touches as Mando passed you in the hull, seemingly any excuse he could find to touch you he took. The fierce protection he put you under whenever you left the ship, a cautious hand leading you from stall to stall. He talked to you, really talked to you, under the cover of hyperspace and impenetrable armor. About his life, about his fears. About anything, as long as you would listen.

So when you almost lost him to Gideon, when you had to leave him behind in that fiery cantina, it felt like a part of your heart was left there, too.

You were lucky, this time. Mando had survived, thanks to IG-11. He had defeated Gideon, taking down his cruiser. He was back with you on the Razor Crest, where your little family belonged.

Unable to process the emotions of the day, you turned to chores—repetitive, monotonous. Perfect to get lost in. Going up to the cockpit, Mando sat with the sleeping child, seeming to just watch him, ensure he was still there.

“I’m going to throw some laundry in, Mando—give me your cape.” You reach for the garment, still tucked around his neck; he lets you take it off, dusty—singed, bloodied—shivering as the fabric slithers along his neck. Before you can walk away with it, a gloved hand reaches out to grab your wrist.

“Please—stay.” You nod, following his lead as he pulls you into his lap. Almost naturally, your hands sling around his neck—another shiver—as you nestle into the space there. The three of you sit in content silence, just enjoying the fact that you’re there—you’re alive, you’re together. You’re a family.

It should have clicked for you. Mando—no, Din, you still have to remind yourself sometimes—spent most of his life covered head-to-toe; the only somewhat revealed inch of him the bottom of his chin, your favorite spot to press chaste kisses, and seemingly, one of the only expanses of skin that didn’t make him flinch. Everything about you was gentle, reverent—loving, though Din wasn’t ready to admit that part just yet. Combined, every touch you blessed him with seemed to zap electricity through him, twitches and shutters he couldn’t quite help. When you ran a hand under the helmet, twining your fingers through the ends of his hair, and he practically yelped, your brain finally made the connection. It took some time until you voiced it.

“Din—are you…ticklish?”

“No!” he answered, almost too quickly, focusing even harder on cleaning his blaster. You quickly stepped toward him, poking your fingers into his side; his entire body jumped at the contact.

“Oh my gosh! You are! The big bad Mandalorian is ticklish!” you snort, watching as his shoulders droop.

“I just—I’m not used to this. To—touching. Someone touching me without wanting to hurt me,” he murmurs, and you soften, taking your prescribed place on his lap before answering.

“It’s cute, Din. I’m sorry if it sounded like I was making fun of you.”

“No, it didn’t, I just—” he sighs heavily, and you know the end of the sentence. He doesn’t like feeling weak, feeling powerless—his own body betraying him. So you continue.

“You’re still my big bad Mandalorian, Din. So strong, so handsome, so capable—” you coo, and his back straightens a bit more in pride. “I know you’ll always protect me—” In turn, you run a hand over his exposed neck, causing him to flinch again. You quickly stand, knowing what’s coming with your next words.

“As long as the bounties don’t tickle you,” you giggle, and he stands, too, murmuring a playful “you’ll pay for that” and practically chasing you down the short hull until he has you in his arms, both of you laughing in unison. You look up to his visor, wishing, not for the first time, that he could rip it off and kiss you—and you think he might, if he’s looking at you the way you think he is. Suddenly, his strong grip turns, wiggling fingers pushing into your hips, under your arms, at the crease of your neck. Mando holds you in place as you screech in laughter, pinning you to him as he punishes you with your own form of torture.

“Who’s the ticklish one now, cyar’ika?”

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relaxxattack · 3 years

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hi im asking u this bc u seem to be bee duo enthusiast so

ive been calling c! beeduos relationship platonic because i thought that was what their cc’s said, and i thought they had said that they were uncomfortable with ppl shipping the characters. But ive seen a lot of posts that say their relationship is canonically romantic? and i absolutely do not want to come across as homophobic by watering down a mlm relationship to just friends because that happens so much in media so.

what is the canon state of their relationship / ur opinions on the platonic thibg

dont worry abt answering if u dont want to!! i see a lot of differing opinions and i trust yours :)

aw it’s totally fine, im flattered you asked me about this!

let me put it simply: it’s a whole mess, lol.

first im going to talk about what’s happened fandom-wide that caused differing opinions, and then i’ll explain my own opinion/interpretation. :]

(this got really fucking long im so sorry)

ranboo and tubbo initially proclaimed the relationship was romantic, specifically in argument with the wiki editors who had set it as platonic by default. (you can see this in the vod where they decide they’re canonically married— it’s very funny. chat tells them the marriage is already on the wiki, they check, tubbo is jokingly offended that it says platonic and asks if he needs to up the romance).

tubbo also makes jokes about adultry, which sort of implies the relationship is not necessarily a platonic one.

(theres definetly more in that stream alone but it’s been a long time since i watched it so i don’t remember a lot of it.)

the wiki, because of this, suffers from going back and forth on platonic and romantic, seemingly unsure where the joke ends and the canon begins, or if its canonically a joke! a mess, as you can already tell.

this gets more complicated as the marriage bit goes on: outsiders, such as phil and scott, both at one point say “platonic marriage”, which then ranboo and tubbo agree with. however, when chat asks them if they’re platonic, they say the opposite. so there is a lot of confusion there.

there’s also the difficulty of being able to tell streamers and characters apart. ranboo and tubbo both don’t like being shipped irl, and that’s their boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed. (they’re also minors, but tbh when they’re 18 in a year i will still be following their boundaries regardless of their legal age).

due to people not wanting to be accused of minor shipping, they started adding the platonic tone indicator to most of their drawings— basically a way of saying “no homo”. meanwhile, tubbo frequently on stream flirts with ranboo and makes quite a bit of nsfw comments towards him that are frankly hilarious.

this goes on for a while with nobody really sure what’s canon, but a lot of people assuming it’s probably platonic, until: the drama of the mods night. a few mods dmed all the wiki editors telling them ranboo wanted his canon character relationship officially set to platonic.

unfortunately for those mods; the very same day, a few hours later, ranboo on stream makes fun of puffy delivering him and tubbo “friendship flowers”. because, and i quote, “bruh. we’re literally married. this must be how the ancient greeks felt.”

in case you don’t know, the internet often jokes about how historians will call ancient greeks ‘very good friends’ when they are quite obviously gay. so in this context, ranboo is joking that people will call him and c!tubbo, who are married, “close friends”, when he doesn’t think they are.

basically, ranboo canonized romantic bee duo, the very same day the mods told everyone he’d wanted a platonic one.

chaos and drama immediately erupted everywhere. on tumblr, we were talking about how weird it was of his mods to do something like that without asking him first. we ALSO talked about how weird it was of them to assume that ranboo can’t make his own decisions, or assume teenagers cannot be in relationships without it being sexual. twitter did the same thing but in the opposite direction: called ranboo mods homophobic, or said they were mad ranboo felt pressured into making a romantic relationship canon ‘just so people could have mlm rep.’

i dont want to go into detail about the drama that happened that night because apparently official people follow me and i dont want to stir it up or have them come “clarify” things. im just saying what we talked about.

ranboo in typical ranboo fashion apologized quickly and seriously. he was deeply sorry for possibly offending anyone with how he’d portrayed his rp relationship with tubbo, and he also assured everyone the mod thing was just a miscommunication.

he said he would talk to tubbo and they’d decide once and for all whether it was platonic or romantic, and then announce so everyone would know.

it’s now been a few months and we've had no word from them on that development. we still have no clue.

now, here’s my opinion:

i want to take ranboos word for it that it was a miscommunication with his mods, but... we had it on good authority from people on the wiki team and people in the discord with the mods that (while it was happening) they were really going after the wiki admins, and also made some weird comments about it. that combined with the way ranboo seemingly had no clue (considering he canonized their romance that very same day).... it’s very. sus of the mods.

then there’s the canon we’ve got since then. although occasionally adults in the room have called it a “platonic marriage” and tubbo once (back when it first started) called it a “plankton tectonic” marriage, in roleplay it’s been... kind of not that. tubbo and ranboo make nsfw jokes about each other in character, and their characters also share a master bedroom and bed in the mansion. there's also the way c!tommy really thinks it’s a romance between them as well, and they agree with and play off that— for instance confirming that they “fell in love” when he asked, or ranboo confirming that they “make out on occasion”.

people will still put platonic on their art and posts, imo, because they’re worried about breaking ranboo and tubbo’s irl boundaries by looking like they ship them. or even just being accused of shipping real life minors. and that’s a valid fear to have.

the thing is though: c!bee duo are not cc!bee duo. they’re roleplay characters. cc!bee duo are not okay with being shipped, but they made their characters get canonically married, and call each other “husbands”. so it’s okay to write the word “husband” in your comic without adding “platonic” to it, i promise.

telling the ccs that their characters have to be platonic is... weird. it comes off as not only babying them, but also as saying teens can’t date without it being gross. which isn’t true.

(this is why seeing people overuse “platonic husband” so much bothers me. like, they ARE husbands. you can just say it. what are you trying to hide...?)

do i think they’re canonically romantic? ehh, its likely. it’s still okay to interpret them as platonic, because again, it’s hard to tell where jokes end and roleplay begins. like, maybe it’s jokes in the rp too, and c!bee duo are just friends. friends can and should be allowed to make jokes like that with each other! aro & ace marriages exist!

or, maybe it’s actually part of the rp, and they’re very much romantic. we don’t know!

some people say they could be a qpr (queerplatonic romance), which i could see. (a qpr is a relationship that fluctuates between, or can’t quite be sorted into, “romantic” and “platonic”. people in a qpr can do romantic things while having platonic feelings for each other). in my opinion this is a very valid interpretation as well!

CONCLUSION (sorry this got so long omfg):

are c!bee duo romantic?

its likely, but you can still interpret them however you like!

should i put /p on bee duo content?

ehhh? i find it annoying when it’s overused (as do others), but if you’re worried you can. its up to preference. putting it too much is weird though

should i put /p on things cc! bee duo do?

no. you’re not the one saying it so you can’t decide the tone tags for that. imagine you said something to your friend and a random stranger came up and was like “haha but that was /p right...?”

can i ship c!bee duo?

mmm. i’m not sure on this one. they are canonically married and very flirtatious, but the ccs don’t like being shipped and they’re close enough to being the ccs that actively shipping might be against boundaries.

can i treat c!bee duo as romantic?

yes. literally just don’t be weird about it. it’s not that hard! you can understand that two characters are husbands without making it weird

here’s the most important thing: boundaries. cc bee duo still haven’t told us what their preferences and canon is about this whole thing.

right now, i am assuming based on what they already show us they’re comfortable with, but! the second they give us any more info! all these opinions will change!

i am only going off what they do. i would never want to cross boundaries at all. i just wish they would make theirs a little more clear.

..... i hope that helped anon, i went way off the rails... i need to go to sleep.

#it’s late im so sorry for how much i rambled and wrote #i hope this helps you #bee duo #og post #there’s probably so many spelling errors i need to go to bed #i tried to fix some spelling so reblog this one ig #and not the old one

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Original Sin | Darksaber!Din

Pairing: Dark!Din x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ older for the love of all things holy)

Word count: 3.4k~

Summary: Things change after Grogu leaves. People change. No one is exempt.

Warnings/tags: DUB CON?¿, masturbation (m and f), inappopriate use of darksaber, sex toy (...), Dark!Din, Dom!Din, sacrilegious references, really dark shit, i am so sorry

Update: This should go without saying, but as it turns out, it’s in need of being said: every word written in this fic is my own; any likeness to any other work is coincidence, regardless of how bizarre. I don’t mean to offend anyone or raise suspicion, as I am certainly not a plagiarist (literally couldn’t be even if I tried: I am equal parts too incompetent, too busy, and too lazy to steal from someone else. Fellow writers can attest, I’m an absolute garbage reader and fall behind on almost everyone’s work. There’s an embarrassing amount I haven’t read.) Please reach out to me personally if you have any concerns. I respect everyone here like you wouldn’t believe. Sending love to you all. Be well. ✨

Notes: When I go to hell (it really is only a matter of timing, and not so much a question of if anymore), this fic will rank number one on the list of reasons why I’m sent to my eternal timeout. This... I'm twisted. I have issues. God help us. Seriously, this is basically a horror show. I bow down to the Darksaber!Din content creators who came before me, and the original artwork that inspired me to write this— thank you for lighting this (descending, dirty) path. I HAVE TAGGED A FEW PEOPLE HERE WHO MAY OR MAY NOT BE INTERESTED but really— REALLY— there’s absolutely no pressure. Cheers friends x ( gif credit: @skyshipper )

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The days stretch long like morning yawns—hours passing on creaky bones, slow and congealed inside the metal womb of the Crest.

It wasn’t always this way.

They used to be filled with pitter pattering— with wily antics and vanishing acts that could baffle even the most veteran of illusionists— with prying frogs from tiny, green hands and giggling as blocks and baubles floated through the hull. Laughter. There used to be laughter here.

But that was then. The child is gone now. The Razor Crest is quiet.

Time fills itself like this; there’s little for you to do now but wait. Wait for the dusk to blur into the dawn. Wait for your food to cook. Wait for the shower to warm. Wait for the parts you ordered to arrive at the port. Wait for Din to come back—to come home.

Home. You used to be so certain—you’d bite the head off anyone who questioned otherwise— but you’re not so sure this is home anymore. Its not that anything has changed. No, the galley, the carbonite pods, the cockpit, the deck—it’s all still here. The scuffed walls, the durasteel, the littered crates and packed arsenal. But—

It’s different. It feels different. Something is...

off.

You can’t quite put your finger on it. Its intangible, but it’s everywhere—like gas. Invisible to the naked eye, but encircling you all the same. Choking you.

Killing you.

There’s no good explanation for it. You feel eyes on you when there are none. You find yourself glancing over your shoulder, knowing full well you are alone. Something keeps snagging you, pulling at an unseen thread. The corners of your peripherals tugging at you. Beckoning.

Was that a shadow? No.

Is someone there? It’s just you.

There is a tickle at your ear - a constant - dancing along the shell of it. Wherever you go, it follows.

Home home home. It only feels like home when Din is there, safe and sound at your side. But even then, even Din—in all of his plated exterior—even Din has succumbed. Even Din has

changed.

The truth is, Grogu left and a part of Din left with him. There’s less of him now— more, too: there’s less where it matters, and there’s more where there shouldn’t be.

You don’t remember when it started—when he first disappeared. When the spark in him died, and he was reignited anew.

When this Other became.

On multiple occasions you’ve caught him murmuring into the bellied dark of the Crest with a bent spine, hunched over himself as if he’s shrinking—enveloping in in in as far as the beskar along his chest will allow him to cave. You can never pick up what he mutters, but you catch the sounds of his teeth and lips brushing together, hissing. It’s not Basic; you’d recognize it if it were. You don’t think its Mando’a either. It’s too sharp— too vile. There’s none of his language’s elegance in it.

“Did you say something?” You asked once, poking your head around the doorway, eyes resting on the shine of his helmet.

A beat—and slowly, he unfurled, rearing to his full height and like a sentinel he swiveled, pivoting to face you.

“No.”

Your throat bobbed. “Oh, I-I thought I heard-”

“Come here, mesh’la.”

And you did. You always do.

The darksaber appeared on his belt one day, shortly after the child went away. It came, only once, and there it stays. Indistinguishable - inseparable - there is no dismembering the two. It accompanies him in all things; when he pilots, when he hunts, when he eats. It sleeps by him.

By you, too.

Din has always been stoic—of scant words and physical timing—but now he is a golem. A silent, shrouded figure. His Creed is broken, and you wonder maybe - briefly - if Din is broken as well. He is never unkind to you. He is never threatening. But he is never him. His eyes— the oaky comfort you once found in them— have blackened. He is a pit.

Din Djarin is a pit of a man.

And within that pit he has born rage. Immaculately, it has sprung from him as woman did by Adam’s rib. Like mold growing upon stale fruit does he have this—this wrath. It crept through him. It stalked along his soft flesh— his tawny hide—and it waited; patient, there in the shadows, it waited for him. Waited for him to turn his back, to close his eyes and drop his guard— leeway, an entrance— as to slip in undetected.

To inhabit.

The virtue and love that once thrummed within the heart of him has burned away. Charred. Only this of him remains; this insatiable lust— for blood sport, for the promise of split knuckles and fractured bone, for you.

For all of you.

Now, Din goes out on bounties like he needs it—like it’s oxygen. He lives off it. He’s sustained by the rush, by the adrenaline laced chemicals pumping through his arteries. He’s gone for days and weeks on end and when he returns, he fucks you like he’s been starved. Out in the wilderness without a morsel to eat, he devours you. He’s ravenous as he tears his way across your body—all too pliant for him, all too willing—letting him feast on the nectar dripping from your heat.

You can feel it in his foot steps as he storms the ship, the bassy echo of it. You can see it in the pitch of his visor. You can feel it in his cock as he slams into you, night after night after night—ceaselessly. Tirelessly. Unnaturally. The number of orgasms he wrings out of you is countless—his need so incurable, you have to fight to stay above it all; you have to war against your urge to slip away completely.

Din is one grey choice - one hair trigger - from coming undone.

And you should be scared. You should be terrified—he should terrify you. Like scalding water, you should flinch away at the mere sight of him—at the warning steam that rises from his pauldrons. This predator, unhinged and off his leash—a great, crushing beast at which you are at the mercy of.

But— you aren’t.

You couldn’t place it at first: the gnawing. The gnawing at your insides like maggots festering upon a grizzled carcass hanging limp at a wet market. You couldn’t name the tremor in your gut. You gave it epithets as best you could, you gave it placeholders - fear, worry, intrigue - all until one day it spilled. One day it seeped past the tremble of your stomach and sank lower, lower,

lower.

It settled in your cunt—the gnawing. And you named it Want.

You want him. You want this—you’re addicted to it. This sin like led-lined velvet, you want to roll in it until it poisons you, until you’re smothered with it, just like it’s smothering you now— blanketing you as you mewl naked in your bed, knees knocked together. Your eyes roll back into your skull as you frantically work circles into your clit with the all consuming thought of him: his teeth at your shoulders, his hand around your windpipe.

You’re nearing your finish, the promise of that tight coil unraveling there - there - right before you. You’re so enrapt in it—in this dizzying, wanton act—you don’t register the ramp lowering. You don’t hear the carbonite chamber whir, his quarry freezing over, or his foot falls sounding their way to your bunk.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You gasp, frightened eyelids wrenching open as his baritone timbre crackles through the hull. The Mandalorian stands there, backlit by the glow from the galley and he looms—expressionless. Haunting. You blink at him rapidly, batting away the desire that’s glazed over your eyes.

“Y-You’re back,” you stutter lamely. You try to smile. You try to distract him. “I uhm, I didn’t hear you come in. I thought you wouldn’t be back until, u-until..."

Your excuses fade, mouth parched dry. The film of his visor gives you nothing. He is unknowable, but you feel it - sense it - that energy—unbridled and rippling off of him in sick, suffocating waves.

“I’ll ask you again,” Din starts.

“What-" he steps towards you, darksaber hanging heavy at his hip, “do you think-" you shimmy up your cot, shoulder blades digging into the steel sidings, “you’re doing?”

Your heart thunders against your chest, beating until you’re sure it’ll burst.

“I’m-"

I’m sorry you almost say, and you have to force yourself to gulp down the apology. You know he doesn’t want it, and he knows you wouldn’t mean it even if you offered it to him.

Your brow wavers. “I-"

He rips away the sheet you had drawn up over you and reflexively you jerk back, revealing the gloss on your fingers and the patch of hair above your mound, shimmering shamefully—exposing you, mocking you under the dim lights.

“What’s this?” he asks, and fuck he’s patronizing you. He’s smirking—you don’t have to see it, you can hear it in the curving lilt of his voice as he drinks in the sight of your very obvious indiscretion, laid bare before him. You can’t bring yourself to answer him—you can hardly look at him—and you bristle, hair on your arm prickling up.

“You fuck yourself speechless, little one?”

Your cunt throbs, burning and contracting around the orgasm that was snatched away from you and fuck, you’re drowning in him. Din is tar—he’s an oil slick, and you’re plummeting through it—gasping for air, for the surface, for sunlight. He’s everywhere—his broad frame, his voice, his scent like copper and smoke. You can barely breathe through the thick of him.

“Answer me,” he growls, leather croaking at the clench of his fist.

“Yes—yes,” you utter, proceeding with honesty, no matter how pathetic. “I missed you,” you squeak out.

Din cocks his head, a smug look scowled onto his visor. “You missed me?” he purrs through a sneer and you nod, precious and small, worrying the inside of your lip.

He sinks one leg and then the other onto your bedroll, just between your parted feet, kneeling before you. The flimsy spring mattress squeals under his weight—all of that armor, all of that boiling soot trapped within him.

“How much?”

For a moment, you must look confused. Puzzled. Your eyebrows furrow as Din unclips the saber from his belt, rolling it over in his hand. You rake your gaze up from it, dilated pupils landing on the unforgiving black panel there.

“You claim you missed me. Prove it.”

Your cunt bottoms out.

He crouches over you, tracing along your inner thighs with it's steel shaft and you bury your fists into the cot. You don't know which to look at: Din or the rod in his hand. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you trust me.”

Fuck, it feels like you’re going to rattle apart. There isn’t an inch of you that isn’t humming—isn’t seizing up wild. “I-I trust you,” you mouth softly. And you do, whether you should or not—you trust him with your life, to make or ruin.

“Fuck, you’re wet mesh'la,” he appraises darkly, leaning in to run a leathered digit through your seam, parting your curls. Your legs twitch, heels of your feet digging into the bed. “So ready for me. So eager."

Your eyes dance frenetically down to the handle and back up to him as he aligns the saber with your pussy. The blunt end of it touches your lips and you shudder, instinctually fidgeting away from it. Din splays his hand on your knee, anchoring you in place. “Shh,” he coos, rubbing a thumb soothingly into your skin. It doesn’t feel sweet. It feels sickly, cloying— like arsenic.

You don’t dare breathe as he prods the shaft into you, inch by terrible inch. It doesn’t matter how slicked and wet you are from touching yourself, your walls strangle the foreign intrusion. Your body resists.

“Fuck,” you sob. Your throat, your pussy, all of it— it’s all compacted. It feels so fucking tight, both words and air fighting to get out and in all at once—everything inside you constricting.

“Show me,” he grits through clenched teeth. “Show me how much you missed me.” He drags his gloved digit over your clit, pressing down onto it until you see stars, fizzing in front of your vision. “I know you can take it, sweet girl. Be good and show me.”

Be good. Be good for him. Be his only vice.

He continues to swirl at your bundle of nerves and you’re nearly thrashing with it— with all of this— hair fanned and mussed against the pillow as you writhe, swallowing his saber to the hilt. Fuck, you’re so full. Maker, you’re stuffed with it; with the cold, uneven edges, the ridges woven into the grip of it— and he slowly - tortuously - delves the handle in and out of you, hitting against your cervix with every thrust.

You can only mumble. Your lips have gone slack, your mind is cavernous. All you can do is quiver and beg— beg for release. Beg for it to end.

Beg for more.

“Oh gods, oh g- Maker, please—”

Your bleary eyes shoot open as you’re silenced by the grip of his gloved hand.

“No.” Din pinches your jaw in the web of his palm, fingertips dimpling your cheeks. “No, your God isn’t here,” he seethes, low and deadly, graphite venom dripping from his lips. “Pray to me.”

Fuck.

Trembling, your lips pucker ugly and sloppy as you babble uselessly in his stony grasp, chin crinkling with a whimper. “D-Din.”

He inhales sharply, mouth snaking into a wicked grin behind his helm. “That’s it. That’s my good girl.”

He’s deboning you as he would a fish. Practiced, he plucks you into messy pieces—gutting you through your open maw. His ministrations are crawled. They’re slothed and carnal with arrogance and pride and it’s not enough—its all together too much, but still—it’s not enough. You’re hungry. You paw at him, scraping over his breastplate.

“Din, please—more," you gasp feverishly, eyes blown wide.

A blip of static huffs through his modulator. “You want more, you filthy little thing?” He gives you another squeeze, indenting scorch marks into your face.

You nod—you try to, his grasp is too firm, rooting your neck to still. “Yes.”

Din groans, all but obliging you as he begins to fuck you harder, pistoning through you as he thumbs your nub with his rough pad.

“Din-”

You’re whining now, tinny and depraved. It’s wrong. Every part, every second of this, is wrong. Immoral. But you can’t stop the way your body convulses at his every touch—you can’t stop the heat roiling in your core.

“Din, Din baby- fuck fuck fuck-”

It’s like he’s trying to split you in two—all of you. Your pussy, your mind, your soul—he’s bisecting you. Divvying you up to bits of nothing. It’s only then that horrid realization occurs to you, winding through your addled haze as he fucks you deep and splintering: you’ll never be whole again.

And scarier still—you don’t think you want to be.

No, you want to be these loathsome shards. You want to be broken glass. You want to draw blood.

You want to be possessed by him.

“Fuck yourself,” he pants, his cock straining violently against his trousers, begging for relief. “Be good and fuck yourself. Let me watch.”

Be good be good be good

He leaves your clit and you whimper at the loss. Your face is stained with tears. The salty trails cascade down to mingle into your hair, into the sheets. You’re vibrating, but you do as he says and you reach down, recoiling when you touch the chilled metal tip. Tentatively, you pad along it, settling on the end that’s peeking out from you.

A pained sound rumbles through Din as you wrap your fist around the saber, and your eyes flit up to meet his, hidden somewhere behind his helm. Hurriedly he unbuttons his pants in a flourish and removes himself from his constraints. He’s pulsing and proud, flexing up against his stomach, the veins choked to bulge along the angry, silken shaft of him.

Finally, you begin to move the hilt—finding an aching, undulating rhythm and he can’t fucking take it. He rips his helmet off, letting it clatter to the floor.

“Din,” your pray, “Din, I think I’m going to-”

You’re wrecked – fried like a livewire– as you look for him, as you search and search—for that warmth, for a trace of him left there. The Din you knew, the Din you agreed to fly with all those months ago, the Din you love. You think you see it sometimes—in the slant of his mouth, the bridge of his nose— but here, now, he is gone.

He is a pit.

Din Djarin is a pit of a man, and you want nothing more than to fall. Standing on the ledge of him, staring down into the abyss—you want this. You want to fall. You want to jump.

“Tell me you’re mine. Tell me, sweet girl— tell me.” He’s fucking his fist raw, humping into his palm as desperate as an animal.

“I’m yours,” you mewl. Furiously rubbing your clit with one hand and spearing yourself on the rod of his saber with the other, your hips buck and spasm. You snap. A blinding light sears through you, ricocheting off every scrap of muscle and tendon sewed up in your body. “Just for you,” you cry, “I’m yours I’m yours I’m yours—”

Your ragged sobs mix with the lewd slaps of skin as Din pumps himself, hot ropes of his release spitting onto you— painting your pussy, the divot of your navel, coating along the slope of your tummy.

“Look at you—fucking, look at you,” he moans throatily, easing through his rough strokes as he softens.

Your chest is heaving and you feel dumb, empty—like a puppet, arms and legs moving on phantom strings. Din removes the handle from you with a wet squelch; a viscous strand of your juices clings on, obscenely connecting your pussy to the base of it, and you rasp—the wind punched out of you with its gaping absence. You gush. It dribbles out the slit of you, leaking past your abused hole and soaking into the bedroll.

When he unsheathed the saber from your scabbard, he took a part of you with it. You’re so fucked out—you’re practically a parsec away— it went unnoticed.

Undetected.

It brushed past you. You didn’t feel it—you didn’t recognize the whisper that has slithered in in it’s place, nestling within your swollen folds.

Breeding there.

“Beautiful,” Din murmurs, placing it on the mattress beside your head, the chrome of it gleaming with your slick. He bows his head to lick a path up your cunt, laving you clean as he climbs higher and higher, tonguing off his seed from your stippled skin. “Fucking beautiful, mesh’la,” he growls. “Mine—all fucking mine.”

You’ve gone heavy. You’re too heavy to keep your eyes open—you’ve been hollowed out and you’ve got nothing keeping you tethered here. You start slipping under in slow motion—intervals between languid blinks lasting longer and longer. You’re spooled in a knot of tangled limbs with Din’s mouth, fervent and needy, flaying you open as he sees fit— with his hot mouth and teeth, suckling your breasts, biting at your nipples and bruising your pretty neck.

It’s not long before you hear it again, as you have before— as you always do: the faint caressing of speech, of lips forming language you cannot understand—made indecipherable in your strung out high.

“D’you say something?” you mumble, half conscious—half dreaming.

Din laps a long stripe up your throat, his stubble sanding your skin. “No.”

You sigh, breathy and girlish, as his fingers find your mound, dipping into you once again. He makes you cum twice more that evening. You barely have the strength to watch him do it.

Finally, when he’s satisfied—when he’s spent with driving you mad, making you rile— he grants you respite. He permits it – generous, charitable - and you sleep like the dead, soundly through the night until—

until you don’t.

Eyes. You feel them somewhere— there are eyes on you. You stir, stuttering in your sleep to squirm in the dark. You don’t know what you’re listening to at first. It’s a sound of some kind, a noise. There is a hiss—

A frigid hand seizes around the bloody organ pulsing in your ribcage.

No, not a hiss—it’s a voice. It’s— no-

You pat around for Din beside you but he’s gone—he’s long gone and his vacant spot has grown cold without him—and your nails dig into the sheets, desperately clawing into the fabric.

Inside you.

The voice, the sharp hush of it—it’s inside you. It speaks from inside your own mind, its forked tongue fluttering against your ear.

‘Wake up, sweet girl.’

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