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When You Need Me: Vegeta x Reader

Vegeta x gn!reader - 3,640 Words - No Use of y/n

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After a rough day, you find yourself struggling to do anything besides sit in silence and become lost in thought. However, you don't realize how many hours have passed since you've gotten home, and Vegeta becomes increasingly worried.

TW: General sadness/ themes of Depression, Nudity (SFW, nothing explicit)

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     “I knew I’d find you down here.” That gruff voice jolted you from your thoughts and your head turned to the bottom of the staircase where Vegeta was currently standing; he was shirtless with his arms crossed in front of him, looking at you with an expression that was hard to read. He was in nothing but his sweatpants, a deep blue cotton that hugged his ass enough to make you giggle whenever he wore them. This time, however, a smile didn’t even flick across your face.

    He knew something was wrong with you; you should have been in bed hours ago. He had been laying in bed, awake, wondering where the hell you were and was upset with himself over how worried he was becoming. 12 am turned to one, then two, and now it was three and there was still no sign of you. Perhaps you had fallen asleep on the couch? He had shook his head at himself and rolled over, staring at the photo of the two of you with the rest of the z fighters that you had insisted on putting on his nightstand. He frowned, knowing you hated sleeping on the couch because it hurt your back and you would have woken up by now to come upstairs. He sighed, hopping out of bed and making his way through the house until he reached you. He was going to scold you for staying up so late but the moment he saw you, sitting there, alone, he found he couldn’t.

      “I’m sorry,” you said, rubbing your eyes and staring at him, trying to smile a bit to help calm his nerves. It didn’t work, however, as he could tell it was forced. He stared at you, sitting at the kitchen counter with your favorite blanket tightly wrapped around your shoulders. You weren’t even in your pajamas yet, your shoes still on as they dangled right above the floor. Your phone was nowhere in sight and the television was off, the only light coming from the dim glow of the time on the microwave and its small bulb casting over the stove-top. 

     “Have you been sitting down here this whole time?” He asked, making his way over to you. 

     “Yeah,” you replied quietly, once again staring at the granite countertop in front of you. “I’ll be up to bed soon, I promise. Go get some sleep, you’ll be up early for training w-“

     “Oh hush,” he grunted, rolling his eyes, annoyed that you were worrying about him of all things when it was clear you were nowhere near okay. “That's not important right now.” Vegeta’s wording should have struck something in you, as training was never not important to him. Right now though, your brain was too foggy to register it. He brushed past you and made his way around the counter, opening the cupboard and pulling out your favorite cup. He filled it with water and brought it over to you, holding it out to you carefully. You brought both hands out and cupped it hesitantly, and when he was sure you had it in your grasp and wouldn’t drop it, he removed his hands to instead gently press his to the tops of yours.

      “Thanks,” was all you could say before he ran his thumb over top of your right hand and let go.

     He nodded, pulling out the seat beside your own and sitting in it. “Do you… need to talk about it?” 

    You shook your head slowly and stared down at the cup, not moving to take a sip. Vegeta cleared his throat as he glanced around the room, eyes flicking to the dim microwave light across from you both.

     “Do you want to talk about it?” Again you shook your head. The prince remained silent, tail flicking about anxiously before wrapping around his waist. It was clear something was bothering you, but he wouldn’t push you to find out what. He was never good with things like this; he didn’t know how to help others in a way that wasn’t beating their enemies senseless. You were the one that was good at all the talking stuff, not him.

      “You’re not hurt, are you? Or sick?” He asked, breaking the silence quickly as the worst of his imagination began to take a hold of him.

     “N-no,” your voice cracked, hands beginning to shake slightly as your eyes welled up with tears. The water began to ripple in the cup, and you lifted it to your mouth and took a drink, the cool liquid quenching your dry mouth. You did your best to blink away the tears, not wanting Vegeta to see you like this.

     You set the cup down after that, pulling your blanket tighter around yourself as if to hide in it. Your nails dug into the fabric in your grasp and you could almost feel them push into the skin of your palm. 

     Vegeta pulled your hands away quickly when he saw how tense you had become, running his fingers carefully over your skin. Your touch was cold, and he frowned at how you trembled in his hands. He stood up suddenly, eyes fixed on you as he scooped you up bridal-style. “Come on, I’m carrying you up to our room.”

     You didn’t argue, your body seemingly numb as he held you close to his chest and made his way up the stairs. You shut your eyes, breathing in his scent and feeling the warmth of his body even with the blanket separating the two of you. He was like a heater to you, helping to pull your thoughts from the dark recesses of your mind to instead focus on him and his warmth.

     He set you down on the edge of the bed carefully before he squatted down, helping to remove your shoes. You watched as he fumbled with them for a moment, grumbling under his breath at how ridiculous they could be. You felt awful he was having to do this and attempted to stop him.

     “I can handle it V-“

     He wasn’t having any of it, however, and quickly cut you off. For once his tone wasn’t berating or anywhere close to seeming annoyed. “No, I’ve got it. Just stay there.” He walked over to the closet quickly, opening the door to stick them with the rest of your shoes before once again shutting the door. Then he made his way to the bathroom, and you could hear the sound of rushing water as he began to fill the tub. You were finely tuned in to the little squeaks as he opened and closed the cabinets, moved bottles around on top of the counter, and gathered up whatever else he was looking for. Whenever he would walk past the door, you would make eye-contact with him before he disappeared out of your view again.

    He came back out a few minutes later and made his way over to you. You waited for him to tell you to get cleaned up, possibly because you smelled or something similar, but were instead surprised to watch as he once again lifted you up. His caress was gentle as you were carried into the bathroom this time, with him setting you on the rim of the tub. You could feel the steam on your skin coming from the warm waters behind you as he stared at you.

     “Arms up.” His tone was stern and yet soft, and you did as you were told, albeit a bit sluggishly. He shimmied your shirt off, making sure it didn’t get stuck around your face or caught in your hair. Then he made his way to your pants, pulling them down your legs one by one before folding your articles of clothing and setting them on top of the toilet. 

     He placed one hand against your back and the other beneath your knees, lifting you with ease as he set you down into the bath. The water was warm and lapped against your chest as you displaced it; you watched as it splashed against the sides of the tub, splashing the prince’s nose with droplets of water. He hardly reacted to it, too focused on making sure you were comfortable. Vegeta removed his arms from the water and dried them off carefully before turning the faucet to shut the water off. The white-noise of the running water came to a sudden halt, replaced with the slow and quiet dripping as the last of it ran off the spout.

     He turned, grabbing a blue cup from on top of the vanity before facing you once more, dipping it beneath the warm water to fill it. You watched with lidded eyes as the cup scooped up the water and he brought it above your head. With one hand he cupped your forehead, keeping the water out of your eyes as he slowly poured it over your hair and shoulders. He said nothing to you during this, his eyes saying everything for him; they were gentle and concerned as he cared for you, meeting yours every so often before he would shift and move them elsewhere.

     The prince of all saiyans was not known for his kindness; on planet Vegeta this is how he would have been taken care of daily. On Earth, however, he was no longer respected royalty to anyone but yourself. You were always so kind to him, so sweet when he was anything but. You had a bright personality, a great sense of humor, and more importantly you cared for the prince. You were one of the strongest people he knew, perhaps not in body as Kakarot had everyone beat in that regard, but in spirit. Nothing ever got to you. At least, that you let them see. Today was different.

     Whatever you were struggling with, he wanted to help ease the pain of it as much as he could. He hated seeing you so upset, so dull and quiet when you were usually talkative. He grabbed your shampoo, lathering up his hands with it before rubbing it into your scalp and through your hair. You shut your eyes, sighing pleasantly as a small smile graced your lips. It was small, but warmed his heart as your shoulders relaxed and you made satisfied noises. His tail wagged ever so slightly, perhaps in relief that your mood was shifting.

     “Thank you,” you mumbled softly as he rinsed your hair out and grabbed the conditioner.

     “Nonsense, don’t thank me for this,” he replied quietly. Once again he ran his sudsy hands through your hair, letting it soak as he grabbed your bar of soap and a wash cloth. “You’ve done much more for me more often. This is hardly anything in comparison. Lift your arms.”

    You once again followed his instructions, barely opening one eye to study his features. He ran the rag across your body softly, wiping off your neck, chest, and back. He seemed so concentrated, so determined to keep his touches gentle and to take care of you. “You know you do just as much,” you said, closing your eye once more.

     He rolled his eyes at that, scoffing slightly and smirking as he brought your arms back down. “Please, I know I’m not the most pleasant to be around when I’m sick. You’re much easier to handle.”

     “You’re perfectly pleasant,” you giggled, sighing again as he titled your head back and poured the warm water over your hair. “You’re never grumpy at all.”

     “Don’t get smart with me,” he chuckled, running the water once more and rinsing the rag under it. He brought the slightly cooler rag to your face and wiped it off, getting off all the oil and worries of the day. He set the rag on the edge of the tub, eyes lifting to meet yours again. “I’ll be right back, just wait here.” He gripped your head in his hands carefully, rough lips grazing your forehead as he kissed you and stood. He went back into the bedroom, grabbing your favorite pajamas and under garments from your drawers. 

     He smiled as he walked back to find you running your hands through the now soapy water, messing with the bubbles that had formed. You already appeared much better than before, but not quite back to normal. You were smiling, yes,  but it didn’t reach your eyes; your shoulders were still just a bit too tense for his liking and it was clear your mind was still focused on other things. 

    He pulled the plug to the bath and grabbed your towel, holding out a hand to you to help you up. You took it slowly, standing up and stepping out of the bath to place your feet on the soft mat below.

     You took the towel from him and began to dry yourself off as he stepped behind you. He felt his ki begin to bud beneath his fingertips as he concentrated his energy into his hands and started to run them softly through your hair, drying it just a bit so you wouldn’t go to bed with it soaked. The last thing you needed right now was to somehow catch a cold on top of whatever you were already dealing with.

     He helped you get dressed this time, letting you hold his shoulder to steady yourself as you stepped into your pants. Once you were ready to go he set your toothbrush on the sink along with your toothpaste and a cup, grabbing your medication from behind the mirror and setting out what you needed to take.

     It was odd how delicate he was being with you; how precise his actions were or how he kept grazing his fingers or body against yours. A quick brush of skin on your shoulder as he reached for your medicine, or a gentle kiss on the back of your head as you brushed your teeth. Each little gesture let you know he was there and kept your mind anchored to the present. He left you in the bathroom to finish up, setting up the bed for the two of you instead.

    When you were with him you felt so much better; sure, the things that had been plaguing you didn’t go away completely, but he made you feel safer. He took away the ache in your heart and mind and allowed you to get through what you were dealing with. You hated bothering him with your emotions. He had been through so much in his life it felt as though at times your issues were minuscule in comparison. You didn’t want to bother him with things that didn’t affect him and yet here he was, actively caring for you without knowing the cause of your issues because to him, the reason why you were upset didn’t matter, big or small. All that mattered was making you feel better and getting you through this.

     You stepped out of the bathroom and your heart nearly melted when you saw him waiting for you. He had pulled back the covers already for you and propped your pillows the way you liked. Your favorite plushie was laying in your spot, and a glass of water sat on your bedside table. He had even left out the book you had been reading for good measure.

     “Vegeta I-“

     He took your hand and led you around the bed, bending down to pick you up for the final time tonight before he set you into the covers. He pulled the blankets over your lap and kissed the top of your head, rubbing his hands over your hair after. “Do you want me to put your movie on?”

    You shook your head and he nodded, making his way to his side of the mattress and shimmying off his pants, much too warm to sleep in anything besides his black boxers. He scooted over to you, pulling the blankets up as he set an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

     “Do you want to read anything?”

     “No thank you.”

     “Alright.” He leaned over you to shut off the bedside lamp, laying down and bringing you with him. Your back pressed into his chest as his tail wrapped around your waist, one arm resting below your pillow and the other draped across your side. He laid a barrage of kisses to your neck and shoulders before nuzzling his head to the back of your neck.

      “I love you,” he said quietly, a shiver running down your spine as his breath tickled your skin. Vegeta was never one to be very sappy, so the words coming from him and so suddenly surprised you. You felt your face flush, your mind buzzing as you placed your hand over top of his. 

     “I love you too, Vegeta.”

     “I’d do anything for you, you know.” He said, his tone soft and his deep voice rumbling his chest against your back. “And I’m here to listen if you need me.”

     “Thank you, my prince.”

     “For the last time, you don’t need to thank me,” he scoffed, rubbing his hand slowly over your hip. “I should be the one thanking you.”

     You rolled over at that, shifting in his grasp to turn and face him. His eyes somehow still sparkled in the darkness, deep pools of black wide and searching yours carefully. “Why? Why do you need to thank me?”

     “Well,” he grunted, smirk tugging on his lips. “You stick by my side even on my worst days. Not many people can… handle my personality.” His words were deliberate, almost boasting. “You know how to tend to my wounds and you’re quite battlesmart as well.”

     “Yes but-“

     He chuckled, lifting a finger to your lips to quiet you. “I’m not done yet.” He pulled his finger away to tap at his chin, “now where was I? Oh, of course! You’re incredibly attractive, more so than anyone else I’ve ever met in my life.” You blushed at that, gaze breaking from his finally before he pressed his forehead to yours. “And most importantly you understand me; you respect me. You treat me as if I’m the most important thing to you.”

     Now it was your turn to chuckle, “well you are, Vegeta.”

     He shook his head carefully, “you balance so many things and still manage to make time for me.”

     “You do the same thing!” You teased. “You’ve saved the Earth hundreds of times and you’ve got the scars to prove it! That’s much more important and yet you still find time to see me.”

     “You’re the reason why I do it.” He replied softly, thumb tucking an unruly hair behind your ear. “Without you, I would have left this damned rock ages ago. Hell, I might have even blown it up. But you changed me; you changed how I viewed the world. If someone as perfect as you can exist here, perhaps it’s worth protecting.”

    Your eyes began to water, “Vegeta I’m not anywhere near perfect. I-“

     “You’re perfect to me, and that’s all that matters.” He placed a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away and shoving your head to his chest. He held you tightly, hand scratching up and down your back in a soothing manner as you began to cry. “I promise you nothing would ever change that.”

     You gripped his back tightly, nails digging into his skin as you sobbed. He didn’t mind it at all, happy to be your rock when you needed him. “It’s all going to be okay,” he whispered, continuing to rub up and down your back like you always did to him on his worst nights. “I’ll call Kakarot in the morning and cancel training. You can sleep in and I’ll take you out for breakfast.”

     You giggled between sobs, hiccups rising in the back of your throat as you wiped snot from your nose with your arm, “yeah, you can’t cook to save your life.”

     “Hey, watch it or I won’t do anything for you,” he teased, poking your sides a bit and making you laugh more. “We can go shopping. We’ll go to your favorite stores; even the ones I don’t like. Tomorrow will be all about you. Whatever you want, name it and it’s yours.”

     “All I need is you, Veggie,” you sniffled, pressing your head to his chest once more.

     “Then that’s an easy wish to grant.” He placed one more kiss to the top of your head for good measure. “I’m yours, from now until the end of time.”

     “Vegeta?” You croaked, inhaling sharply through your nose and looking up at him.

    “Mm?” He replied, scratching at your head softly. You could feel your eyes growing heavy, the bath, his warmth, the crying, and the gentle care all lulling you to rest.

    “Can you sing that song I like?” 

    He chuckled, sarcasm lacing his voice, “Gods you’re already putting me to the test.”

     “You can even hum it,” you added, not wanting him to feel obligated. “Or you can just pretend I didn’t say anything at all.”

     He shifted a bit, careful not to squish you at any point in time before he cleared his throat. Then, in that deep, husky tone of his, he began to hum, bringing you into a peaceful, much-needed sleep. He kissed your head a final time as your body fully relaxed and the song ended, watching the rise and fall of your chest and feeling your puffs of breath graze against his skin.

     “Goodnight,” he whispered, his pet name for you leaving his lips with a sigh. “I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you. I promise.” He paused, letting out one last chuckle as he pulled you close, “maybe just don’t tell the others I have such a soft side, okay?”

If he was being honest, he wouldn't have cared, even if you told the others about this. He just wanted you to feel better again, and that would be enough.

Hi! Do you take ORV requests? If so can I request KDJ or YJH x Dom Male reader and they’re fwbs or just a very fluffy scenario with them?? If you don’t, sorry for wasting your time and have a nice day :D

⎮We meet again⎮

⏤ Characters: Dokja⎮reader

⏤ Including: nsfw (-17) & sfw

⏤ Warnings: sub! Dokja, top! Male reader, size kink, belly bulge, overstimulation, dacryphilia, mind-breaking, mention of blood, creampie

⏤ 2.500 words

You have known Dokja for a long while, since the seventh grade, actually. You had always been the popular guy while Dokja was just considered as less than a support character. He had always been bullied and ignored by everyone, nobody would talk to him and if they do, it would be to make fun of him. You felt pity for him many times but never tried to do anything, like anyone else, you would let it happen since you did not want to lose your status.

One night, after school, you discovered an interesting web novel, surprisingly, before the first 100th chapter, all readers stopped reading and only one continued to. You spend days and nights reading it, in class, at home, before going to sleep till you would nearly pass out and early in the morning. As you were reading one of what seems like the most recent chapter, you unknowingly sat next to Dokja and were forced to put your phone down when the teacher arrived.

As you push your phone to the side to get your notebook out of your bag, you hear a gasp next to you. You turn around with a frown, noticing how Dokja was looking at you with stars in his eyes. It was the first time you saw him make a face like this.

“You read it too?!”

Your eyes widen as you see him point out the novel still open on your phone. And for the first time, your eyes really met, and you see an unmistakable passion in his eyes for this story. And that's how you end up talking for the entire hour, not caring about anything but this passion in common. Slowly by surely you became friends, spending more and more time together, he would still avoid you at school, so you don't get in trouble because of him, but you would see each other outside.

This friendship blossomed over a year, and at some point, the line between this friendship, sexual relation and love blurred, making you unable to see its real limit. What should be innocent meetings to go shopping and have fun, was always ending up in Dokja being bent over some furniture. Whenever someone would get too close to you, it would end up with Dokja being jealous and annoying you so badly till you would fuck him out of frustration. If he ever felt bad, he would knock at your door, ignoring the hour, and spend the night here, watching series and eating snacks before living the next morning after kissing you on the lips.

In your last year of school, your friendship has changed a bit, in a way you never thought was possible, everything turned into something more intimate. Sadly, you got separated after the entrance exam that he failed, as he got into a third-rate college, and you got into the college you dreamed of for years.

You tried to stay close, but it was difficult. After some time, you stopped talking, but you kept sending him messages in the hope he would reply, he never did. You kept trying, texting mostly about the only thing you had in common, that story, you did not care if he was not going to reply, you just wanted to show him you were still there.

You could still see him comment after each chapter was published, always at that same hour, which you understood was when he finished his work. After some time, you started to do the same, but always one hour before him, so he could see them at the end of each chapter.

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This day was supposed to be the end of TWSA. And it was with this inexplicable anxiety that you opened the chapter, reading it with so much joy and also pain as if a chapter of your life just ended with this novel. And finally, you were on the last panel. As you close the app, you received a message from whom you think was the author, which was thanking you, and at the same time sends you an attached file, the novel.

And that's how the nightmare started, in this car, the 3707th. The man in front of you, who seemed familiar, was Junghyeok Yu. You were shivering, was it already your end? The nightmare has just started, but it was already your turn, or you thought so. Before the main scenario starts, you run away, the door of the car in front of you half-opened. As you escape, you turn your head before leaving, your eyes meeting with dark black eyes, looking at you suspiciously. But before he could attack you, the main scenario started, and you were already out of his reach.

Surprisingly, you still felt his eyes on you as you hide in the crowd, you look back and see him standing behind the half-opened door, observing you. You can't help but offer him a big smile before giving him the finger, snickering as you run away.

Thankfully as you were panicking, you noticed a fly on a seat, and quickly, you crush it with your hand. It was disgusting, but you were alive, and you had completed the task.

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The first time you saw Dokja again, was on that bridge, you were hiding from Junghyeok. But you never thought you would see Dokja being grabbed by the neck, as his legs were swaying over a blank space. There was no need for you to scream as it seems they both sensed your presence, turning their head in sync, one looking at you in hatred and the other in shock, a single tear sliding down his cheek. Suddenly, he tries to escape from Junghyeok's grip, choking out your name with a desperate smile as he cries.

Too focused on Dokja, you missed the other man's expression and all of a sudden, Junghyeok lets go of him, and Dokja falls into the river, without thinking, you run to him, passing Junghyeok and jumped. Before Junghyeok could grab you, you were already falling down with Dokja, and he felt a terrible feeling take over his heart, but it was too late.

This decision would be dumb in any other situation, but you were a reader, and you knew what would happen and how to prevent it. So, before Dokja could drown, you grab his hands, pulling him up to the surface. Together, you got out of this giant sea commander, unscathed or at least, not dead.

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As you were resting at the Geumho station with the others, you're suddenly aware of how the feeling that you suppressed for years came back, and at full force. Your thoughts started to get mixed up, fortunately, you walked away before it could happen, so the others would not worry about you. As you lose your calm, you feel a hand run through your hair, you raise your head, eyes meeting Dokja's.

It was impossible for you to ignore the tenderness in them, it was too obvious, too powerful, and with this discreet and sincere smile of his that was making your heart warm up. And after so many years without seeing each other, he just kisses you calmly, without saying a word as if it was natural.

A gasp was heard from behind you, Huiwon was there, with her hand over her mouth, but you could still see the dark blush on her cheeks and ears. She giggles before doing a thumbs up, running away from the two of you. You stand there, as you process the information before you start to panic, you could feel your cheeks warming up as you cover them with your hands.

“Ah. I thought I left without them noticing… Whatever.

I missed you.”

His words moved you, but you came back to the others like nothing happened. You see Huiwon smirks at you but does not say anything. You send her a playful glare before sitting next to Hyeonseong, yawning as you rest your head on his shoulder, you should leave the station soon so why not take a little nap before.

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You had already passed the sub scenario with the illusory prison, and you were now much closer to the next station. Thankfully you knew how to get out of this zone, but it still took you some minutes, and it affected you greatly. Without you noticing, instead of Dokja walking in front of all of you, he was staying beside you, walking at your pace.

Huiwon who was behind Dokja nudged him, pointing at you with her finger and after, linked her hands together with an amused smile. As you were oblivious to what was happening, conversing with Hyeonseong, you suddenly feel something warm engulfing your hand. You did not need to look to see what it was as you just tighten your hold back, a discreet smile taking over your face as you continue to converse with Hyeonseong.

You were finally able to have a rest at Chungmuro station, the atmosphere was strange. There was this tension in the air that you could not ignore but could not identify either. The others were searching for a nice place to sit down and relax, and you also left with Dokja to do the same. But nothing looked fine, either there were too many people or it was just a disgusting place filled with rubbish.

You continue to take random turns, Dokja following closing behind you in silence, as you hope to find somewhere at least proper to rest when you stop in front of a dead-end, you sign and ruffle your hair in frustration. It felt like hours passed, and you were getting annoyed, but before you could turn around and leave, an arm wrapped itself around your waist. You feel a head nuzzling against your back, the other free hand sliding down your torso to your crotch.

Your eyes widened, body tensing up under Dokja's touch. You look around in panic, what if someone could see you?

“There is nobody here. We are all alone.

I was getting frustrated. We haven't seen each other for years…

Haven't touched each other for years… And you don't even look at me.”

You wanted to reply something, at least to calm his urges but nothing came out of your mouth. It was as if he stole your breath away at the same instant he stole your heart.

“Don't push me away. We weren't lovers before, but you loved me, right?

Ever since we started playing around…

So, why can't we be lovers now? Nothing can separate us.”

And that's you ended up with a naked Dokja, as you pushed him against the wall. Hoisting him up, and let him wrap his legs around your waist before you slid your cock into him. Your larger body hides him from possible prying eyes, beside you, he looked ridiculously small but deliciously tempting. When your cock entered him, you could only admire how his body tightened around you, slutty moans being ripped from his throat, and how you could see a lump in his stomach, becoming more pronounced as you push yourself deeper into him. What could have been a lovely reunion between old friends turned out to be a more sexual one driven by lust.

With each thrust, you would hit his prostate dead-on, not caring about how loud he was being. His tears and screams turn you on ever more as you destroyed his inside. His nails that were dragging up your back were starting to dig into your skin, and drops of blood were falling on the floor. But it was as if nothing could reach your mind right now, the pain subdued by the pleasure coursing through your veins, the only thing you wanted to do was to make Dokja forget his name. You roughly grab his face, observing how his eyes looked dazed and cloudy, seems like he would not come back to his normal state for a while.

You wanted to take revenge for all the years he left you behind, not trying to contact you again. And now he was coming back like nothing happened? You could not accept it, he had to pay. But you loved him too much to hurt him, so you did what you could do best, make his mind go blank and force him to submit to you. That thought alone made your body react on its own, you grabbed one of his legs, holding it up before plunging as deep as you could. The loud moan you received confirmed he did not mind that one bit.

You were filling him so nicely, Dokja could feel himself go dumb on your cock, he only wanted to be filled to the brim, marked by you as if he was just your plaything. Why hasn't he contacted you before? How could he let someone like you get away from him, you that he loved so dearly? He was glad you never forgot him because now, he could become yours again, and this time, he won't leave.

The next thrust made him moan out loud, he was not able to stop crying, the tears drying on his cheeks immediately being replaced by new ones. His head was blank, he could only see you, hear you and smell you. Your scent, either it was a perfume or your natural smell filled his nostril, it was suffocating him. Each thrust forced the air out of his lungs, mouth wide open to let out noises he would be embarrassed about after.

As you continued to fuck him, his eyes lulled to the back of his head, his body was on fire, and he could not think or breathe. Everything was blurry around him as came for the first time, his cum landing on his stomach, but you did not stop moving. Even after he begged you to slow down.

Some time has passed, and you had already came once in him, but it did not stop you. You could feel your legs giving out, but you refused to give up now, you were too far lost in your pleasure to notice how you had already broken him completely.

He was a mess, his body marked from his legs to his jaw, blood dripping out from the bites, the view made heat pool to your crotch. You feel your body tense up before you pump your cum deep into him, reaching places both of you never thought possible. Another load followed quickly, the previous bulge that was showing through his stomach now inflated with your cum.

His stomach was covered in a watery fluid, he cummed so many times that he was not able to orgasm correctly anymore. Only some drops would get out of his cock. The only way you knew he was cumming was the scream ripping out of his throat and how he would tighten around you as if he was trying to coax your orgasms out of you.

And suddenly, Dokja passed out, he never had enough stamina to endure you till the end. Thankfully, you were also exhausted, and so, you managed to pull out before you fall on your knees, Dokja sleeping in your arms. You clean him with the tissues that he had in his pocket before dressing him back up. You replace your clothes correctly, covering the best you could the stains of cum Dokja left on your shirt and pants before picking him up.

You lay down on the first bench you see, placing Dokja on top of you. You sigh and decide to kiss him gently before you fall asleep. Unbeknown to you, he woke up some moments before, and as you were sleeping while holding him close to you, he watches your face with a lovesick expression. He moves the collar of your shirt out of the way before biting down hard on your neck, making sure it would be a mark that will not disappear for a long while. And now, with a small smile, he kisses you once or twice, or maybe more before snuggling into your hold. Your body's warmth envelops him and coaxes him into falling asleep.

When the others came back, they were greeted with the sight of you and Dokja cuddling up on the bench. As Sangah and Gilyoung were looking at the two of you with stars in their eyes, murmuring to each other about how cute you were; Hyeonseong would just stare in jealousy on the side, him who thought you had something for him from the way you were acting. He turns around and leaves in heavy silence.

Huiwon was looking fondly at you at first before noticing something… How your hair was dishevelled, the collar of your shirt had been pulled down to expose bite marks and also the wet patch on Dokja's pants that she could see from here. With a sigh, she forced the others to let you have your privacy. When you will wake up, she plans to scold the two of you so badly you will cry.

⏤ Thank you for reading! I wish you a great day.

⏤ here is my masterlist & ko-fi ⏤

Mitsuri : did I tell you how much I love you today!

M!Reader : Chuckles actually yes it was 5 minutes ago

Mitsuri : Oh! U-ummm did I tell you how much I appreciate you today!

M!Reader : 10 minutes ago

Mitsuri : How handsome you are!

M!Reader : 20 minutes ago

Mitsuri : How about how I want to be with you forever!

M!Reader : .....

M!Reader : Actually no but you did say it yesterday-

[Hugs Y/N tightly]

Mitsuri : I want to be with you forever because you're a wonderful and cute sweetheart!

M!Reader : ......gosh I love you-

Jean: What’s this?

Levi: An invitation to my wedding.

Jean: Aren’t you already married to Hanji-san?

Mikasa: Are you two renewing your vows or something?

Levi: We were never married!

Connie: Seriously? Like at all?

Levi: Who in here thought Hanji and I were a married couple this whole time?

Everyone: *raises their hands*

Levi:

Levi, without turning around: Hanji put your hand down.

Deal With

*James and Sirius fighting* James: Fuck you, Black! Sirius: Oh, so you didn't get enough with my little brother, you bitch! *Remus and Regulus watching* Remus: See what I have to deal with when you leave?

Star Platinum Stalking (He Means Well!)

Stands are manifestations of the user’s desires right?  Haha I feel like Star would be much more forward than Jotaro, only because he knows no shame.

I’m writing with Part 3 Joot in mind

Stalker Star Platinum and Jotaro x reader 

There it is again.  Out of the corner of your eye, you see movement, you see it… or him?  A large purple-skinned man.  He disappears every time you so much as blink, but you figured out recently that if you pretend like you don’t see it and don’t directly look in its direction it will stay.  The first time you saw it, you thought you were going crazy.  The second time too.  And the third.  The fourth time you spotted a flash of purple you were forced out of denial.  The feeling of eyes on you gets more and more oppressive every day.  There’s faint chill shuddering down your spine, but something else accompanies it, a sense of familiarity.  It’s been a week, and you finally decide to voice your concerns so at least someone knows something when you inexplicably get kidnapped.  On the way home from school, you bring up the topic.

“Hey Jojo?  I think I have a stalker…” Jotaro adjusts his hat, and spares you his signature stoic look.

Jotaro’s mind is racing.  He feels like he’s back on the trip to Egypt, paranoia taking over.  Anyone and everyone is a threat and possible stand user.  How could he be so foolish to think that he was safe after he killed Dio?  Who is it?  Who found out?  He was so careful to hide his feelings.  Jotaro Kujo doesn’t need love.  Jotaro Kujo doesn’t need a weakness like that.  Women are annoying bitches that’s all.  Every last one of them.  But he looks at your bright eyes and finds his heart clenching.  Squashing the feeling, he vows to catch whoever is stalking you.  At the very least, he will protect you.  If he can’t give you love, he’ll make sure you’re safe.  

“I’ll keep you safe.”  And that’s the end of it.  You wonder if Jotaro just wants to shut you up so you stall a bit out of nervousness before speaking up again.  

“I know this sounds crazy… but I keep seeing a large purple man out of the corner of my eye”

Of everything he was preparing himself for, this came out of left field.  

“Jojo?” You look back at your friend, who has come to a full stop.  

“Yare yare.” he pulls the brim of his hat lower and pulls out a cigarette.  The pieces have come together.  After all, the saying that stands are a manifestation of the user’s desires aren’t based off nothing.

“I’ll take care of it.”

Incorrect Quotes #89

Okuyasu : Is this your plan B?

Y/n : Technically, this is plan P

Okuyasu : Plan P? Is there a plan M?

Y/n : Yes, but I marry Josuke in plan M

Josuke : I like plan M

: ̗̀➛ rough.

✎ pairing: murasakibara atsushi x reader

✎ word count: 1,141

✎ nsfw, smut, explicit content

Murasakibara doesn’t get intense in bed often. He doesnt have to. He is already so massive that minimal effort is enough to completely wear you out. The problems start when he does get intense in bed.

After the Seirin game, there was no stopping him. No talking him down or trying to calm him. He was frustrated and irritated and he needed to vent. And there you were, a convenient target.

The headboard creaked and groaned in protest as it banged against the wall. The bed was probably on its last legs. A little more and it would break down. The noise it was making was already alarming in itself. You however, could give less of a shit. Not when you could barely breathe.

“Atsushi!” You wailed, trying everything in your power to squirm away from the relentless pounding your pussy was taking at the hands of your 6’10” boyfriend. Your lungs rushed to catch up and your muscles seized, toes curling. The wet slapping of skin was a positively pornographic sound. In the dim light, your body shone with sweat, tears, drool and your own juices, unable to do anything except cry and take his huge cock. This was a hard enough feat on your good days, but today? Atsushi had thrown you onto the bed and ripped your clothes off, no prep and no warning, before bullying his cock into your tiny pussy and proceeding to fuck you into the mattress.

All he did was grunt in response, hair obscuring his face from you, one hand holding your wrists tight over your head, while the other groped roughly at your breast, pinching and pulling your nipple so hard it made you shriek. His massive frame pressed down on your torso, leaving you with little room to breathe and even less room to move. His fast and trembling breath hit your cheek, the only sign that he was affected by this like you were. Your legs shook, twitching in the air as you took everything you got, feet kicking.

“Atsushi, please, slow-” you weeped. “Slow down.”

A rough hand reached up, gathering your hair and tugging hard enough to make you arch up. His pace quickened even more and you screamed.

“Silly girl,” he groaned, mouthing and licking at your throat before biting down hard. Your eyes rolled up into your head. “No ‘going slow’ today. I’m going to crush you, little bug. And you’re going to take everything I give you. Okay~?”

His singsong drawling voice was throwing you off. No one would guess he was completely wrecking you by the way he spoke. The only sign was the slightly hoarse tone of his voice. And here you were, feeling like your very nerves were being ripped from your body. Your core was singing in bliss, nearly purring when he hit just the right spot, the head of his cock pressing so deliciously inside you with each thrust it made fresh tears leak from your lash line.

You didn’t even register when he pulled out and flipped you over, the room spinning in your vision as he manhandled your hands behind your back. One strong hand gripped your wrists tight while the other wound into your hair, pushing you down until your cheek was squished into the mattress. You gasped when he entered you again and resumed his brutal pace. The new angles had you moaning all over again, your spine tingling. Your pussy burned and your thighs ached. Tears trickled down the bridge of your nose and dripped onto the sheets, mixing with the drool that ran down the corner of your mouth. The filthy squelch of his cock entering you made your face heat up, fueling every dirty desire you had ever dreamed of.

Minutes later you felt the wonderful ball in your stomach tighten, threatening to burst. Eyes squirming shut at the overwhelming feeling. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth.

“Atsu….. I’m gonna,,, I’m-” You babbled nonsensically, but your boyfriend seemed to understand, picking up his pace until you were screaming and clenching around him, stars bursting under your eyelids as your ears rang.

The last thing you heard was the low groan behind you as Atsushi’s hips stuttered, and the last thing you felt was warmth fill your core as he painted your insides white.

…………………

When you came to, you registered how cozy you felt, warm and relaxed, your back pressed into something firm while the sloshing sounds of water filled your ears. All was still and steady around you, eerily so. Your eyes blinked open slowly, as if the tiniest action was enough to fatigue you, and you smiled when you saw the pristine white tiles of your bathroom wall in front of you. You turned your head so your nose pressed into the side of Atsushi’s neck, inhaling his scent deeply.

“You’re awake,” he mumbled through a full mouth, making you pull back to look up at him. His cheeks bulged out, jaw moving as he munched on whatever he was eating. You followed the movement of his hand as he reached out to the small table beside the bathtub, dipping into a transparent bowl that you could see was filled with mini Snickers bars. You sighed and relaxed into him again, feeling him slide his other arm around your waist to steady you. His legs stretched out on either side of you and toes comically peeked out of the water on the other side.

The water around you was letting out gentle wafts of fragrant steam, and you observed that Atsushi had really gone all out this time. Bath salts tickled your skin and a scented candle gently flickered on the shelf above the tub. You felt something poke at your lips and you opened your mouth, allowing your boyfriend to feed you whatever snacks he had laid out on the table. You let the sweet chocolate melt into your mouth.

“How long have we been here?” You asked, eyes already drooping. You felt his muscles shift behind you, indicating that he was shrugging.

“Maybe ten minutes.” He hummed, looping both arms around you and pulling his legs up so he could squeeze you between his hold. You smiled and let him. The press felt nice against your exhausted limbs. You shivered when Atsushi pressed a wet kiss into your bare shoulder, nibbling lightly at the skin.

“You did good today. Sorry I went too far.”

You giggled and turned your head to look into his eyes, wet hand reaching up to thumb affectionately at the little crinkles around them. “Are you kidding? I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life.”

He pressed his face into the side of your head, hair tickling your nose as you laughed, unable to muster the energy to push him away.

i thought this would fit them

Fullmetal Alchemist // Hiromu Arakawa