#tiny piccolo

[tondw0o]

[queeniehostapasta]

P…Piccolo side eye…(GHADD PLEASEE)

YEEEOWCHHH‼️‼️‼️it’s ok guys, they're no longer hating, they’re chill now

[simspaghetti]

[slugace]

From the "Head Cha La" Dragon Ball Z doujinshi by Hikaru Hoshi. This is the first comic.

I have translated this for fun and so other fans can enjoy this work. Please do not distribute to other sites. I am still a beginner at Japanese therefore cannot guarantee complete accuracy (especially given the text clarity in the original scans).

[chaoflaka]

Baby Piccolo part 3

[trollartistry]

EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP TINY PICCOLO IS GONNA BE THE ONLY THING I TALK ABOUT FOR FUCKING WEEKS ON END

[chaoartwork]

Just sketches of a dubious little creature getting up to mischief.

[sir-avodoodles]

Two whole pages today! This also stands as a fairly decent portrayal of characters that I draw the most.

The little dino guy is my rendition of my pillow pet: Spice. He is my son.

[trees-to-meet-you]

I don’t have a key to a practice room yet, so I was going to record my pass-offs at the field, but now it’s thunderstorming so I’m just going to sit here in my room with a small towel draped over my head looking utterly and completely like a soggy, sad puppy, and if someone gets upset about the noise I can just shrug and say sorry but I can’t go anywhere else it’s not safe

[tobiasdrake]

Which DBZ antagonist do you like the most?

Boring opinion, I know, but I gotta give it up for the Obvious Choice.

And I'm not just saying that because I haven't had a chance to talk about him yet.

Frieza runs a real estate empire that carries out genocidal acts of gentrification, purging tracts of land of their native inhabitants so he can sell their land for profit. Commenting on this choice for his ultimate villain, Akira Toriyama stated that he made this decision because real estate speculators are the worst people there are.

Fucking based.

From the moment we meet Frieza, he is a monster. Toriyama likes this Big Guy Little Guy dynamic where the Little Guy is the one you really need to watch out for. Frieza is the Littlest Guy ever.

He's so tiny. And yet you know exactly who the most dangerous person in this group is. Zero question.

By the end of this altercation, Frieza reveals one of his signature attacks, giving us our first glimpse of the kind of person and the kind of fighter he is. This is such an important moment for his character and I'm kinda mad that the anime had Dodoria do it instead.

Muri destroys the Scouters and blinds Frieza. I've talked before at length about the devastating impact that this move and the Namekian warriors' attack has on Frieza's campaign.

But once it's done, he has to face the music. He's not getting out of this alive.

In one last desperation play, Muri tells Cargo and Dende to run while blocking them with his body. And that's when it happens.

This is Frieza.

Specifically, this is Frieza's Death Beam. It's never actually given a name, but is generally referred to as Death Beam. We've seen a move like this only once before.

The Dodonpa, signature technique of Tsuru-senryu, first introduced by the assassin Taopaipai, was built for extreme lethality. This is not a technique for fighting; It's a technique for killing.

What makes Frieza's Death Beam stand out from the Dodonpa, however, is its accuracy and its speed. He threads the needle around Muri to hit Cargo before anyone even has a chance to react.

We see its accuracy and speed again six days later, when it finally catches up to the other child fleeing from him here.

The panelwork here calling attention to everyone's reactions as Frieza's ki bullet shoots past them, as his shot threads the needle between all obstacles in his path to strike his target far behind them. Dende is dead before anyone can even process that Frieza fired.

This is the difference between the two techniques. The Dodonpa is a gun. The Death Beam is a sniper rifle. Faced with the physical hurdle of bodies impeding his path, Frieza point-clicked Cargo and Dende to death.

He later executes Vegeta this same way.

Done with you.

All of this context for Frieza's sniping shot serves to set up the stunning subversion when Goku arrives to fight.

Frieza's never seen this before. Goku shouldn't even be able to see the shots coming until they've perforated his lungs. That's how Death Beam works. It's this moment that lays it out: Frieza's about to be tested like he's never been tested before.

Speaking of cool techniques, I've always been partial to this move from his Third Form.

The anime gives Frieza little ki bullets coming out of his fingers but I want to note that we never see a physical projectile when he's doing this. Frieza jams his fingers back and forth in the air while something pulverizes Piccolo.

I've always imagined he's poking the air so fast that it's hitting Piccolo with pressurized air currents. Similar to Goku's Mazoku air current punch from the 23rd Tenkaichi Budokai.

But that's just me.

In any case, Frieza's got some fun moves. He's something of a hobbyist martial artist. Which is to say, Frieza has an interest in martial arts. In addition to his Death Beam, Frieza's concocted a litany of other interesting techniques.

He even invented the Kienzan, independently of Krillin.

Though he can remote operate his Kienzan so it's strictly better than Krillin's. Frieza, in his spare time, has come up with a bunch of cool moves. Too bad he has no idea how to use them.

Frieza's greatest weakness is his inexperience. He practices martial arts the way a business CEO who bought a log splitter so he can cut some wood and feel woodsy practices agriculture. Frieza has never had a proper chance to truly experience martial arts, because he was born too powerful.

The only partner who's ever even dirtied his skin was his dad.

And even that isn't much. Frieza's too strong. He wants to pursue martial arts. He wants to hone his technique. But when you win every fight by blinking too hard in the opponent's direction, what even is there to practice?

Frieza created a transformation to seal away his immeasurable ki because he was born with so much ki flowing from him that he can't even contain it. At his peak, Frieza's ki bleeds out of him. He simply can't contain it.

Goku wonders aloud why Frieza took so long, even after the fight turned against him, to go to 100%. Frieza's been all "Oh I'm only using 10% power this is my 50% you made me go to 75%" and Goku's like, "Okay. My dude. What's this about, for real?

This, incidentally, is not a great translation. What Goku's saying here is supposed to be basically, "Perhaps when you use your full power, your body can't handle it."

He is correct.

Frieza's Full Power has a lot in common with Super Saiyan 3. His theoretical maximum ability is wildly different from the reality of what he's capable of, because he bleeds ki like it's going out of style.

So, while other characters wound up earning transformations that make them more powerful, Frieza created a transformation to seal away some of his incomprehensible ki.

Then he created a couple more because even though he could now control his strength and even manipulate the amount of ki he's releasing at a time, he was still too powerful for anyone to ever compete with and needed even more ki sealed away.

Again, not a fantastic translation from the people who brought us "bottom-tier boy", as Frieza's statement here could be interpreted as saying that he gets taken by a berserker rage or something.

What he's saying is more like, "My power is so great that I can't properly contain it."

Point is, Frieza transformed to lock down his ki and seal parts of it away, so he could control the rest better. Then he kept going, locking away more and more and more of his ki. And even at his most nerfed, he's still five times more powerful than the Second Strongest Guy in the Universe.

Frieza has never in his life had the opportunity to be pushed. That's what makes Goku so enthralling to him.

Frieza plays with Goku because he's genuinely having the time of his life. This guy can fight him in his Final Form. Nobody can fight him in his Final Form. He's so happy, he straight-up forgets that he's trying to complete a genocide against Goku's entire race.

He said that five minutes ago. Gohan's hidden power freaked Frieza the fuck out. Saiyans are too strong now. They've gotten too strong. Frieza cannot permit them to keep existing because they're getting strong. Every last Saiyan, every last one, must die. Every single one. Scorched earth, no survivors.

But then he meets a Saiyan martial artist who's a technical master and pushes him more than he ever thought possible and suddenly:

He goes from "Saiyans are TOO STRONG and they all must die because they might threaten me" to "OH MY GOD I'M HAVING SO MUCH FUN CAN I KEEP YOU!?"

It's this desire for a true rival, this opportunity to satisfy his amateur's curiosity about martial arts, that ultimately unravels him. Frieza has one ruthless and pragmatic option for ending this fight once it starts to be too much for him. He can technically stop the fight any time he wants.

But he can't bring himself to do it. He wants to fight. He wants to compete. Frieza's been on the outside looking in at martial arts for his entire life and even when his greatest fears are fulfilled and the Super Saiyan is in front of him, he wants to try.

So when he does attempt to pull his Lethal Ragequit, he pulls back at the last second. He can't bring himself to do it. Goku initially assesses that Frieza held back out of fear of hurting himself.

But later, as Frieza begins unlocking the final chains on his ki, Goku changes his assessment. Noting that if Frieza really held back simply out of a mistake, he could have shot the planet again at any point to finish the job. He's been letting this play out because he can't bring himself to end the greatest fight of his life that way.

This fight is still happening because Frieza wants to compete. I mean, he wants to win, of course, but he wants to win as a martial artist. He's never truly gotten to be a martial artist before.

He is not the guy winning the gold medal at the Tenkaichi Budokai. He has never been that guy. He's the guy who buys up the land the Tenkaichi Budokai is held on and then bulldozes all the people off of it. But in his heart of hearts, he wants to be that guy. That guy is so cool. Frieza wants to play too.

In a sense, by hosting the Cell Games, Cell got to live Frieza's greatest fantasy.

This is who Frieza is. He's the cruel and wicked heir to Genocide Realtors Inc., who is in love with the idea of being Tenshinhan - A desire that exists at odds with - and undermines - his pragmatic business sense, so to speak.

He is the most vile character in the history of Dragon Ball. The worst kind of person. He is also an overeager child whose wealth and privilege prevents him from ever truly enjoying his hobbies, to an extent that he'd be almost pitiable but for all the genocides.

And he is Dragon Ball's greatest villain.

[raychleadele]

None of these but only because I already did learn both embroidery and the piccolo.

[toram-toram]

TINY TINY TINY TINY TINT TINY

SMALL

MINÚSCULO

PICCOLO

MICROSCOPIC

MIÚDO

[steviewashere]

AU where Steve, Robin, and Eddie graduate the same year. (So I guess Steve would be held back a year—don't worry about the logistics. Just listen to me.)

They're all in the high school's marching/concert band. Robin is obviously on trumpet, her second instrument is the french horn. Eddie plays the clarinet, but is also on oboe. And Steve is the only guy in the flutes, and also he plays the piccolo because the image of his huge ass hands holding that tiny instrument is funny.

The flutes and clarinets are neighboring each other, both wood winds. Trumpets sitting right behind them. Eddie's, like, a second clarinet. Robin is first trumpet (and the only french horn in the entire band). Steve is a first flute/piccolo, but he's not head of his section—he goofs off too much to get that position even considered for him.

Steve and Eddie like to watch Robin empty her spit valve at the end of practice, but they like to guess how wide the puddle of her spit is gonna be. Steve and Robin like to guess whether or not Eddie has a reed to even play his instrument; half the time he doesn't, half the time he does, but it's cracked or bent or somehow completely cut in half. Robin and Eddie like to time how long it takes Steve to get tuned by the conductor—he ends up having to be tuned for at least two minutes every class period.

They have so much gossip about the other sections of the band. Robin shares stuff about the percussionists because she sits so close to them; Steve has the saxophones and bassoons covered; and Eddie does it with the bass clarinets. They're annoying to everybody else in class. They're also the only ones who accurately play their instruments when their conductor calls on them to give an example of what section they're playing—the conductor practically brags about it with all his other band classes; the bands end up hating Steve, Robin, and Eddie (totally not based on a true story what are you talking about??).

During football games, Steve, Robin, and Eddie sit next to each other. They share shitty nachos from the food stand during halftime. During basketball games, Robin and Eddie are there to support Steve (while also required as part of the pep band portion of class)—they also request Steve's favorite pep songs just to ensure that he'll do well during the game. Steve and Robin have to constantly remind Eddie to remain seated if a player gets injured—Eddie forgets his etiquette every single game somehow.

Steve hates getting fitted for the marching uniforms—especially the dumb little plume on his hat. Robin is always ready with a camera. And Eddie's getting yelled at by the conductor for not tying his hair up, being threatened to do so or he's going to get a low grade in class (the parades they have to do are part of their final grade).

Steve gets braces halfway through the year and they hurt really bad, but hurt especially bad when having to try to play his flute; the mouthpiece is sitting on his lower lip, turned towards his teeth, and for some reason the braces interact with the metal of his flute. Eddie and Robin are ready to fight the conductor for making Steve play. It gets so bad that at one point, Eddie threatens the conductor with, "If you don't let him rest, I'm gonna shove my mouthpiece so far up your ass, you're gonna squawk." He gets detention. Steve falls in love with him. Robin thinks it's pathetic.

The conductor gets a little too impatient one day and snaps at Robin for chatting to the other trumpets in her section. She gets so upset that she starts crying and has to leave class. Steve sends a deathly glare to the conductor before following Robin out to the bathrooms to make sure she's doing okay. Eddie is just there like, "Do that again and you know what's gonna happen." He gets detention again.

Eddie being belittled for the way he plays, getting lost in the music sometimes and racing ahead of everybody else. He threatens to quit music almost every other day. Steve and Robin have to convince him not to—because their dreams may not include their instruments, but Eddie's definitely do; and he can't take that away from himself just because of a few asshole classmates or their even more of an asshole conductor.

The conductor gets fired two weeks after the braces incident. Their new one has to get used to the trio, but they love them.

Robin for sure is lettered in band. Eddie is, too. Steve isn't, but he doesn't care, he's lettered in sports and that's enough for him.

Anyway. I love a good band au and I lowkey wanna write this now because I still have so much knowledge from my high school band days.

[leftmostbongo]

Patience

Title: Patience

Fandom: Dragon Ball Z

Characters (some others mentioned but this is the pairing): Piccolo and reader

Notes: Reader is like besties with Gohan and met Piccolo at some tournament and yeah. Here we are. ENJOYSIESSS!

You couldn’t help but peek over at the beautiful namekian hovering just above the ground, 2 feet away from where you sat under a tree. You were trying to read a book but with such a big distraction nearby, you’d given that up a while ago. He looked so peaceful, yet still so serious and stoic. You were suddenly very thankful that he had decided to shed his weights which sat on the ground a couple feet away. His purple gi showed off his biceps and collarbones and you always loved the way his hands look. Powerful and rough from training. You also love the way they look on you, against your skin. 

“You’re not subtle, you know.” Piccolo stated flatly, cracking an eye open. 

“I wasn’t really trying to be.” You shrugged and placed your book down in the grass next to you. He let a low chuckle puff through his nostrils and shut his eye, “You promised to behave while I meditated.”

You knew he wasn’t actually annoyed. Piccolo loved your attention and he especially loved that you wanted him in that way. You’d shot down several other suitors, including Yamcha, but in the end, you had your heart set on the “big, green jerk” as he was described. He’d barely spoken to you until you came up to him after a training session and invited him over to your house for dinner. He’d given you the weirdest look but still accepted the little slip of paper that you tucked in his hand that had your address scribbled on it. You really didn’t expect him to show up but he came that night, and even though he didn’t eat, he still sat and watched while you ate and answered all the silly little questions you had for him. 

Also that night, you’d told him about your attractions and he didn’t even let you finish your admissions before he was leaning in and kissing you. Ever since then, you’d been fucking every chance you could and he didn’t care where you were. If you so much as breathed like you were horny, he was eager to drag you into an alley or into a restroom stall and fuck your brains out. Right now, you wanted it to be one of those times but you were starting to think he needed a little push to get riled up. 

So, as quietly as you could, you began to crawl on your hands and knees toward him. You felt like a kitten stalking a jaguar but honestly, that’s what made it so exciting. 

You were so close now, you could almost touch him but your hand came down on a particularly dry patch of grass. It crackled loudly under your palm and you winced. One of his ears twitched as he opened both of his eyes to gaze down at you, expressionless. 

You gave him your best innocent smile and sat up on your haunches, “Don’t you think you deserve a break? You’ve been at it for hours.” 

“If you’re bored, why don’t you practice your Ki like I taught you?” He recommended. A tiny smirk played at the corner of his mouth as he peered down at you. 

“Piccoloooo, I practiced all day yesterday.” You pouted and placed a tentative hand on his calf. 

“You can never practice too much, little one.” He replied, watching your every move as you started climbing into his lap. Finally, he moved his hands for you to get comfortable. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, hooking your ankles together behind him. His hands gently grazed over your sides and down to squeeze your hips. 

“There are other things I’d like to practice right now.”  You ground yourself against his already hardening cock, “Oh yeah?” He rumbled, lowering the two of you onto the ground. Then, he leaned in closer, his breath fanning over the skin of your chest and raising goosebumps. Your eyes shifted down to stare at his lips as he spoke “Care to show me what you have in mind?”

“Gladly.” You replied as you surged forward to connect your lips with his. His tongue immediately slipped into your mouth while his hands pushed and pulled with your rocking hips. A desperate groan tore through you and you broke the kiss for a moment to quickly rid yourself of your top, exposing your breasts. 

“I’ll never get tired of that.” Piccolo chuckled, his eyes dropping down to your chest. He growled and slid his hand up to cup and squeeze your breast. Piccolo absolutely adores your body and lets you know just how much, very often. He loves your big, pillowy breasts and how his giant hands can barely fit around them. He goes feral for your thighs, how soft and thick they are? He loves how they feel when his arms are wrapped around them while his head is being crushed between them. But he definitely likes eating your pussy the most. Loves the taste, the smell, the feeling. All of it. He once made you cum seven times just from his mouth alone and then gave you another three with his cock after. Right now, you were hoping for a fraction of that same heat. And boy, was he firing up.

He pulled you closer to him with his free hand and settled it on your ass while the other one kept working at your breast. You moaned and pressed your lips back on his, desperate to taste him again. He rolled your nipple under this thumb as his mouth worked against yours, tongues curling and dancing together. Your pussy was practically crying with a desperate need to be filled and you could feel it soaking through your leggings already. 

Piccolo sucked your lip into his mouth as he pulled away and released it with a pop, then turned his attention to your neck. He kissed and licked and nipped at all of your sensitive spots making you writhe and keen above him. 

“Piccolo, please…” You begged him, your nails digging into his shoulders. 

“Mmmm, but you sound so good when you’re needy.” He rumbled against you, kissing a trail down your collarbone to your sternum. “Maybe…” he kissed over your left boob, “You need to be…” then, he kissed over the right then looked up at you with his mouth a breaths distance away from your hardened nipple, “A little more patient.” You couldn’t take it anymore, tears began to prick in the corners of your eyes and a pitiful whimper hummed in your throat.  

“Listen to you…” He whispered then, his lips connected with your nipple. You gasped as he began to suck gently while he circled your other nipple with his thumb. He was so good at driving you absolutely crazy sometimes. It was mostly because he could read you like a book. All of your body language, your moans and breathing patterns. He knew exactly where to kiss you, where to touch you and his cock fit perfectly inside you, filling you up to the brim. 

His sinful tongue was working faster now, flicking back and forth over your nipple while his lips sucked hard. Then, he was kissing and sucking his way over to your other breast to give it the same attention. Above him, you were a panting mess, unable to contain all the desperate sobs now pouring from your mouth.

Piccolo finished sucking a pretty purple mark into the skin close to your nipple and licked a stripe all the way up from your sternum to your chin with just the very tip of his tongue. Then, he pressed hot kisses over your jaw while his hands tugged at the waistband of your leggings.  

“Stand up.” He ordered softly in your ear. With his aide, you were able to stand on wobbly legs in front of him. 

“Take those off, little one.” He gestured at your leggings  as he pulled his shirt over his head. Quickly, you stepped out the leggings and made a move to get back in his lap but he stopped you with two large hands at your waist causing you to whine.

“These have to go too.” He eyed your pretty little black lace thong. Then, he hooked his fingers under the waistband and pulled them down slowly, his eyes locked on yours. As the soaked fabric pooled around your ankles, Piccolo leaned forward and began kissing your thighs, his hands moving to cradle them as he did so. You moaned and held onto his head with both hands, encouraging him closer to your neglected cunt. 

“Fuck, you smell good.” He growled and started biting little marks into the soft skin of your inner thighs. You squealed at every slight sting of his sharp incisors and trembled under his worshiping hands. Everything was driving you absolutely crazy. However, he didn’t leave you waiting for long. 

In one quick swoop, Piccolo was on his back and had pulled you down with him to hover just above his face on your knees. He already had his arms locked around your thighs and was looking up at you with mischievous eyes. Then, he stuck out his tongue and roughly tugged you down so that your pussy was pressed against it. 

“Ooohh fuuuck.” You breathed as he began to grind your hips down creating friction against your clit. He groaned, the sound coming out breathy yet strangled at the same time. Your hips attempted to buck and rut on their own but his strong hands squeezed the soft flesh of your thighs, making sure you wouldn’t try to move away from his talented tongue. He lapped at your folds now, occasionally plunging inside. 

“Shit, I… Immmm not gonna-“ You tried to warn him but he cut you off by his arms flexing and holding you down hard against his face while his tongue scraped back and forth over your clit. At this rate, you would be finished in the next thirty seconds and you could tell that he knew. He wrapped his lips around you and sucked, still grinding your hips against his face. 

“Oh fuck!! Piccolo!” You cried, “Don’t stop!” Your hips rolled and bucked on their own, chasing out your release. A few more flicks of his tongue later and you finally came apart. Your thighs began to shake and your eyes rolled back in your head as wave after wave of blinding pleasure surged through your nerve endings. 

Your body threatened to tip over and fall but he helped maneuver you onto your back with his head still in between your legs. He stared up at you as you tried to catch your breath, his mouth and chin glistening with your release. 

“You’re so fucking good at that.” You manage to say with your chest heaving. A deep chuckle vibrated in his chest, “It’s not very hard.” He replied, pressing gentle kisses to your bruised thighs. “Let me do it again?” He murmured,  dark eyes gazed back at you hopefully. Normally, you would love for him to eat you out for the rest of the afternoon but you wanted more right now. You wanted what was in between his legs.

“I want… I want you to fuck me, Piccolo. Please, give me your cock.” You reached out for him, hoping that he was pussydrunk enough to give you what you wanted. 

“Shit…” He breathed, hanging his head for a moment to kiss your clit one last time before lifting himself off of the ground to stand over you. “You better be fucking ready for me because I’m not holding back now that you’re begging for it.” He growled, pulling off the remaining garments he was wearing and his hard cock bounced up and down while he got back down on his knees. He huffed out a cocky chuckle as he watched you staring at it, almost drooling. 

Wasting no more time, Piccolo nudged your legs further open with a knee. You happily did as he wanted and waited for his next move. He smoothed his hands over the backs of your thighs then shoved downwards, effectively bending you in half. His cock was now pressed hot and heavy against your soaking wet folds, his hips pressed against your backside and his lips hovered just above yours. 

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He asked, his bottom lip brushing against yours as he spoke. You whimpered as his hips began to rock back and forth, grinding his cock against your pussy. “This… feel this?�� He pushed against you harder. 

“Fuck… yes, Piccolo.” You moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck. He groaned and reached around to hook your leg around his hip so he could line himself up with you. As wet as you were, he was able to sink all the way inside of you with no resistance and when his hips were finally flush against yours again, you nearly cried. The feeling of him filling you up, touching all of the right spots, it had you seeing stars twinkling in your tears. 

“Remember what to do if it gets too much?” He pressed his lips against your jaw and dragged them down to your ear. “Tell me what you’re gonna do if it gets too much.” 

“Tap four times with two fingers” You held onto him tighter, your pussy clenching around him as he growled in your ear. 

“Good girl.” He smirked, then finally began thrusting in and out of you. A sigh of relief passed through your lips while you clung to him, hanging on for dear life. His pace was already quick and rough, bouncing you up and down on the grass. His lips were attached to your neck, sucking and nipping at your flesh, adding new hickies to the fading ones already present. 

“Fuck, Piccolo, you feel so good.” You sobbed out, one hand gripping the back of his head now and the other clawed at his back, drawing lines of purple blood in his green skin. A groan vibrated from his mouth to your neck, making you shiver. The namekian lifted himself to sit up straight, his cock still buried inside of you but his hands smoothed down your stomach, to your hips. His eyes were following his hands then they flicked back up to yours. 

“How many times can I make this pretty pussy cum around me, hmm?” He smirked, then began ramming his cock in and out of you, ruthlessly. You could feel him touching parts inside of you that no other man has ever reached while his hips pumped at a faster pace than before. You reached up and traced your fingers over the muscles of his stomach and up to his chest, admiring the way your hands looked so small exploring his body. He hummed his approval and lowered a hand to your clit, where he pressed gently with his thumb. A high pitched series of moans poured from your mouth as another orgasm started coiling around your guts. 

“Come on, my sweet little human.” He panted as he started moving his thumb in little circles while his hips snapped into you wildly. “Cum for me.” Your back arched off of the ground as the blinding pleasure ripped you apart once again. Suddenly, a large warm hand was clamped over your mouth and you realized you had been screaming his name at the top of your lungs. His hips had slowed a little to a gentle roll as he allowed you to ride out the last waves of your orgasm. 

“Careful. We might attract an audience that way.” He said with a breathy laugh. But you knew he was right. The only reason you guys weren’t more public about your relationship was because Gohan had requested it. You were his best friend after all and he didn’t like seeing his “other dad canoodle his best friend” as he had put it. This particular situation would definitely send Gohan into a coma. 

Piccolo moved his hand from your mouth after you’d relaxed and your legs stopped squeezing around his waist. However, he was still rock hard and throbbing inside of you. It was hard to think when you were so cockdumb but you wanted him to finish and you were determined to make that happen. So, you reached up to his face and pulled him down to kiss you, making him grunt and absentmindedly rock his hips once again. 

“Piccolo, I want you bend me over and fuck me against that tree.” You requested against his parted lips. 

“Damn it, girl, you’ll be the end of me.” He growled and scooped you up by your ass with your legs still wrapped around him to carry you over to the tree in question. Then, rough hands stood you up and turned you around with your face and tits pressed against the tree trunk. 

“Bite down on this.” He handed you a balled up wad of fabric that you sort of recognized but weren’t very concerned about at the moment. You simply did as he instructed and accepted the item he stuffed into your mouth. Then, he plunged right back inside of you causing you to let out a strangled groan. 

“What a filthy little girl you are.” He remarked above you, one hand pushing your face against the rough bark and the other was pulling one of your arms behind your back to use as a handle. His thrusts were so hard now that it shook your whole body and the tree you were holding on to. But this is what you love. When he loses himself and gives into his most carnal side. 

“I wish you could see how good this pussy looks taking my cock from behind.” He groaned, watching himself disappear and reappear from inside you. “So good and fucking wet for me.” His head dropped back when you clenched around him, loving his words. The slapping sounds of his hips against your ass were deafening and he only continued to pound you harder 

You sobbed and cried, the sounds muffled by the article of fabric in your mouth and you could hardly keep yourself standing anymore as a third and final orgasm began to simmer. “Oooohh that’s it, pretty girl. I feel you getting close.” He growled. Then he moved his arm to wrap around your front where he could clamp his hand around your throat. Your back was now pressed tightly against his chest and his other hand began to slink down to your clit. He pressed down hard with two fingers, causing you to moan out a sharp cry. “Give me another one, come on. Let me feel you cum around me.” He panted breathlessly, squeezing your throat just the way he knew you liked it. He brushed his lips along the shell of your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin. “Cum.” He grunted, licking where his lips had just been while he rubbed gentle circles against your clit. His hips rolled into you at such a perfect angle, you were cumming before you could even feel it, sobbing his name over and over. The intense fluttering and clenching of your walls sent him over the edge in only 3 more mighty thrusts. His groaning and grunting in your ear was only encouraging you more to grind back against him to draw out every last bit of his release. 

“Good girl… shit.. you did so good for me.” He panted, gently taking his hand from your neck so that he could turn you around and help you stand. You held onto his biceps and chuckled weakly, “When did you stop meditating?” 

He gave you half a smile, “When you stopped reading.” 

[thecornercat]

America's biggest enemy

(Italian version under the cut)

The best example to understand that Trump's tariffs have little to do with real threats to the United States is the case of Lesotho.

Lesotho is a tiny state in south Africa, that most common people won't have heard much about until now; but according to president Donald Trump, it must be one of America's biggest economic enemies. Check it out.

This tiny piece of land received a 50% tariff from the US, the highest of all. Why? Because Lesotho sells $228 million a year to the US, and buys $7 million. Why this imbalance? Because Lesotho has diamonds mines, and the US wants diamonds, but despite this it is one of the poorest countries on earth, so not much money to buy goods from the US.

It begs the question of what was the reasoning behind this, if there was one at all.

Il più grande nemico dell'America

L'esempio migliore per capire quanto i dazi di Trump abbiano poco a che fare con le reali minacce per gli Stati Uniti è il caso del Lesotho.

Il Lesotho è un piccolo stato in Sudafrica, di cui la maggior parte delle persone comuni non avrà sentito parlare molto fino ad ora; ma secondo il presidente Donald Trump, deve essere uno dei più grandi nemici economici dell'America. Date un'occhiata.

Questo piccolo pezzo di terra ha ricevuto dazi del 50% dagli Stati Uniti, i più alti di tutti. Perché? Perché il Lesotho vende beni per 228 milioni di dollari all'anno agli Stati Uniti e ne acquista 7 milioni. Perché questo squilibrio? Perché il Lesotho possiede miniere di diamanti, e gli Stati Uniti vogliono diamanti, ma nonostante questo è uno dei paesi più poveri della terra, quindi non ci sono molti soldi per acquistare beni dagli Stati Uniti.

Viene da chiedersi quale sia stato il ragionamento alla base di tutto questo, se c'è stato.

[crepesuzette2023]

Fave reconciliation fics?

What a wonderful ask, thank you!

Reconciliation is such an important part of many Beatles fics, especially those about John and Paul. Don't we all wish they could have...And what if...and why couldn't they...

It's interesting, because on the one hand it's an intellectual challenge to come up with a good reconciliation story (could they have reconciled? How?), and on the other hand, it's pure self-indulgence: a way to give them the ultimate warm, fuzzy, tear-soaked, slicked up, soaring piccolo trumpet catharsis they deserved. Together.

Or perhaps their reconciliation will be a small gesture? A silent agreement? A warm little spark? Anyway, enough waffling: here are some older faves and more recent stories with reconciliation at its focus. Focus is on John and Paul, with some others added. It's a long-ish list, so here's a break.

(Just like) Starting Over by dollylux. John and Paul are writing together again in 1980. Is there anything better? (I found this one on @beatlesficrecs! Thank you, recommender.)

dreaming of the past by @revollver. 1969. To deal with the Apple corps horrors, John imagines a very sexy Tiny Paul during business meetings. When he confesses this to real Paul, something starts shifting.

broken-hearted jubilee by @backbenttulips. John listens to McCartney and...understands. He and Paul meet. Dot dot dot.

where the spirit meets the bone by @scurator. All right, "reconciliation" might be a bit of a reach, but on the other hand, no, it isn't. How would you call it if a man makes peace with the lost love that haunted his life, and breaks through to the happiness he deserves? Heartbreak and one of favorite endings ever, period—all in one fic. Read it to experience it yourself.

Aninut by @pauls1967moustache. The Beatles reconcile after Brian's death, the way they should have done.

believe me when i tell you by @zilabee. John talks to Paul about the way he sings Oh! Darling. The mesmerizing sight of the elusive McCartney heart, captured but not crushed by John's beautiful hands.

Lucky You by @crumblingcookies. 1970's. On a whim, Paul answers an ad in a gay paper looking for a Paul McCartney lookalike. The person placing the ad was John. It turns out this roleplay setting helps them to...reconcile.

Running with Scissors by @unchaineddaisychain. John and Paul reconcile after John cut the dress of Paul's girlfriend in Hamburg. Blood and blades and cuts and aftercare—incredibly hot and intense.

the touch of the velvet hand by downtothelastdrop. Early days. After Paul gives John his first blowjob, things become fraught and awkward. But not for long.

Origin of Love by @scurator and @paulmcfruity. 1971. After a boring business meeting, John and Paul spend some time alone and do what they fucking should have done. Extremely satisfying read.

Stop all the Clocks by @javelinbk. Paul and John retreat to Paul's farm in Scotland after Brian's death and confront their feelings about everything, including each other. Brian is beautifully present in this story.

Adventures in Total Honesty by @merseydreams. 1975. Paul and John meet after the grammies. They talk. They drink Margaritas. They...reconcile.

Slip of the Tongue by @pauls1967moustache. Maybe my favorite reconciliation story? 1960's. Paul and John reconcile after John says Stu's name during sex. John POV, but there's also a great POV switch to Paul here!

Bonus 1: Paul and Stu

Baselines by cloudy_blue. Stu gives Paul his bass after leaving the band. Reconciliation? A kind of truce.

filling the cracks that ran through the door by @wronglennon. Hamburg. John fights with Stu. Paul can't stand Stu. And yet, sex and reconciliation and sex are possible. A comforting thought in these times.

Bonus 2: Paul and Jim

Hand in Glove (Hand Covers Bruise) by @cherrycreamtangerine. Paul and Jim have the talk they should have had.

Bonus 3: Omegaverse Art (J/P). Yes, they reconcile. Thoroughly.

I Need You by @macca-is-art. Treat yourself. Just go there.