@ginrastandsby made this ridiculously beautiful and mouthwatering Vegeta for my triple VegeBul fic As if you weren't dead.
Everytime I look at him my brain be dumb <3 Look at all those magificant details! Thank you so much Ginra <3
Summary: In an alternate timeline, Future Vegeta stands as the lone survivor, constantly hunted by the Androids. Desperate to escape his personal hell and confront his inner demons, Vegeta traverses through various timelines of DB grappling with the profound loss of Bulma and their infant son.
Future Vegeta x Future Bulma
Maintimeline Vegeta x Maintimeline Bulma
Teen Vegeta x Teen Bulma
A/N: Back with a second part by fairly popular demand. This is definitely M-rated. Guys…I don’t think I’ve ever gone quite this far before. Enjoy!
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Blame it on the Hormones, Part 2
They made it as far as the wall just inside the house, Kensi backing Deeks against it once again. She kissed him deeply, sucking his bottom lip between her teeth before she pulled back with a gasp. Trailing her fingers down his bare chest, she came to a stop at the top of his shorts, thumbs teasing at the edge of his waistband, palms pressed firmly to his abs.
“I take it you’re feeling better,” Deeks said breathlessly, cheeks a dull pink, though she couldn’t be sure it wasn’t a result of his recent workout.
“Much, much better,” she confirmed, eyes roving over the path her hands had tracked across his chest. “Let me show you how much.”
Deeks cocked his head slightly, eyes wide as she dipped her fingers beneath his waistband, brushing over the softer skin there. He inhaled softly, and Kensi smiled, dropping to her knees.
“Kensi…?” His voice was hoarse, already so broken at they’d barely done anything. It sent another frisson of desire through her. She didn’t respond to him verbally, settling on smoothing her hands down his thighs instead.
Deeks followed her every movement eagerly, head bent low. Glancing up at him, she smiled wickedly and leaned in, kissing just left of his erection, the material of his shorts thin enough she could still feel the warmth of his skin.
He groaned loudly, head falling back against the wall with an audible thump, his hands hanging loosely by his sides.
Gripping his hips, Kensi dragged her nails over his stomach, just the way he liked, and he hissed softly between his teeth. Every sound he made, the barely there thrusting of his hips only increased the tightening in her stomach and the need to squeeze her thighs together.
She took her time, knowing exactly how to wind him up without even removing his shorts. When she finally slipped her finger back under the elastic, he was gasping softly, stomach trembling faintly. Kensi peeled his shorts down swiftly, making an appreciative sound at the reveal of Deeks’ erection.
Sitting back on her heals, Kensi spent a minute just admiring him. His skin here was a lighter shade than the rest of his body, laid of firm, yet still lean. Then there was the dusting of golden blonde hair that trailed down from his pelvis.
“You are so beautiful,” she whispered, leaning forward to kiss his hip.
“I think those pregnancy hormones are messing with your perception,” Deeks said unsteadily. Though when glanced up, she noticed his cheeks had flushed a little more.
“I mean it, baby. You’re perfect.” She wrapped her fingers around the base of his erection, and Deeks jerked into her hand. “You’re funny, caring, protective, and so, so beautiful.” She punctuated each compliment with a slow stroke of her hand, Deeks’ hip thrusting in time with her movement.
He mumbled something incoherent, eyes squeezed shut and breath reduced to an uneven pant.
“Hey, Deeks.” She waited for her voice cut through the fog of his desire.
“Huh?” he responded roughly, looking down slowly, eyes glossy and dark blue with lust.
“I love you,” she told him sweetly and then promptly sucked the head of his erection between her lips.
“Oh my lord,” he groaned. Kensi hummed softly at his response, slowly working her way down until she enveloped him completely. He gasped again, moving in rhythm with her mouth now, hair damp and in his eyes, a flush breaking through his tanned chest, hands fisted tightly against the wall.
She briefly thought of moving one to her hair, the idea making her even wetter, but that had never been Deeks’ preference.
Rising higher on her knees, Kensi moved her hands to his thighs to get a better angle and she felt his muscles tremble beneath her. She spent the next several minutes bringing him almost to the edge, then pulling back just enough, drawing the experience out for both of them.
Finally, when Deeks was gasping her name almost non-stop, hips moving in jerky little thrusts, she sped up, using every little trick she knew to send him over. His legs shook and he hoarsely shouted her name as he came.
Kensi pulled away, pressing a messy kiss above his hips bone as he slumped against the wall. “You ok?”
“Yeah, that was…” he shook his head, dragging in a ragged breath, apparently beyond words. Instead, he grabbed her hands, pulling her up against him, and kissed her roughly. Kensi leaned into it, cupping the back of his sweat-dampened head.
“You can thank me later,” she murmured teasingly.
“Oh I intend to,” Deeks promised fervently. “As soon as I can walk again.”
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A/N: I feel like I should go confess now or something. And I’m not even Catholic.
Bela: *Can't take her eyes off her maiden's hypnotic movements, fights against the thirst and the urge to grab her and have her right there*
Cassandra: *Hungrily licks her lips and guides her girl harder against her. A few grinding motions in she completely loses it and has her maiden pinned against her bed, tongue already in her mouth*
Just some good ol fashioned smut about our favourite trickster God Loki, Endgame has reignited my love for the first fictional character I truly, wholly fell in love in, enjoy this M-rated oneshot
Loki’s long fingertips traced over your exposed stomach gently. You were covered in nothing but the thin bedsheets that barely covered you both.
Outside, the sun began to set, casting a warm, orange light into yours and Loki’s now shared chambers. Married two days and neither of you had left the bed except to eat and bathe together.
“We should really leave this room soon, the guards may start to worry” you whispered.
He kissed the soft flesh of your hipbone as his hand rested on your back, holding you close to him.
“Those are treasonous words my pet, punishable by death, I can’t even fathom why you would suggest such a thing” Loki said, his brow was furrowed but his lips were turned upwards in a small smile.
“So you suggest we stay in this bed forever?”
He smirked, casting his eyes downwards where the most sacred part of your body was still covered by the sheets.
“Not forever, perhaps. But at least until the All-father himself comes and drags me away from you.”
You giggled lightly, moving a hand up to cradle his face. He moved his head so his lips kissed your palm.
“That’s newlywed talk. Give it another thousand years and see if you feel the same way” you whispered back to him with a smirk of your own.
“How could I ever tire of such a goddess? A woman so beautiful she leaves starlight in her wake, who’s laugh is sweeter than the birds who sing to wake us in the morning. Who’s touch lingers on my skin as the burn of fire would, who’s mind works in tandem with my own sometimes I worry that conversation with any other would prove dull and fruitless. Your very soul is a shrine, one I plan to worship at for the rest of my existence.”
Your eyes brimmed with pride and joy at such a man as the one in-front of you. Truly he was the silvertongue of Asgard. You gazed up at him, trying desperately not to blush at his poetic words that unravelled you by the second.
“Some might argue it is I who have done well, marrying the god of mischief, a prince of Asgard” you countered, running a hand torturously slow along his navel, causing him to take in a sharp breath.
“I am but a mere servant in your presence love” he retorted, running a hand through your hair.
“Hmm, and if I were this wonderful goddess you claim me to be, how would a lowly servant such as yourself worship me?”
Loki raised an eyebrow. “I have shown you these forms of worship for two days straight pet, have you forgotten so quickly, if so, I clearly need to step my game up.”
You sniggered as you leaned up to plant a kiss on his nose. “On the contrary, I remember passing out under the efforts of your worship but a few hours ago, but remind me of your worshipping ways, perhaps talk me through them.”
Loki’s mouth spread into a wide grin, clearly happy to accept such a challenge. “Well, first, I would worship that sweet mouth of yours, that entertains for hours with every word that spills from it.”
He bent his head to trap your mouth in a kiss, slipping his tongue against your own as he kissed you with a passion you had never experienced before, his hands made their way to your neck, stroking the soft flesh there as he deepened the kiss.
The first time Loki had kissed you, you had been shocked at how breathless you could be but how full your heart could feel at the same time. Despite being with one another for over a year now, his kisses still had you feeling just as breathless. He nipped at your lower lip softly, causing you to moan before he leaned back to look at you.
“After that, I would move on to your neck, that beautiful neck that holds your head up high even in the face of adversity and struggle” he told you, before leaning down to run his tongue along your neck and collarbone gently.
You sighed in happiness as his kisses found your sensitive flesh, running his lips along it teasingly slowly.
“Then these wonderful, full breasts would receive my undivided attention, as they have done every day since I met you, especially when you wear such wonderful clothes that enhance them so” he whispered as he stared up at him from the valley between your breasts.
You flicked his arm playfully and he giggled. “What? I am merely being honest in the presence of my lady, you would permit me to do such a thing, would you not?”
You paused, pretending to mull it over in your head before nodding once. “Go on, don’t keep your deity waiting now.”
Your head fell back against the pillow and you moaned as Loki’s mouth found one of your breasts, kissing it softly. His tongue danced across your hardened nipple and you arched your back as he dove in to give your other breast the same attentions.
Loki smiled against your skin as he moved lower to kiss your navel.
“Finally, I will come to worship that sacred place between your legs, one that my goddess has deemed only me worthy to enter, to taste, to love. It’s as sacred to me as it is to womenkind, it’s my port in the storm, my safe haven, do you know why my love?”
You could barely concentrate as Loki’s fingers trailed your hipbone and down to your inner thighs. Your breath slowed and deepened as you anticipated his next move.
“I’d imagine it’s the same reason most men love that place between a woman’s legs” you breathed out as he kissed your navel once more while looking up at you.
“Perhaps, but my reason lies far deeper than that. My one true desire in life is to be as close to you as possible and this place, this church, between your legs is truly the home of my worship, it’s the one place I can join with you, become one with you. It’s the place I can get as close to you as possible, and for that, I will show my devotion to it from this day, until my last day” he told you before moving further down the bed and removing the bedsheets from you completely so he could kiss your inner thighs.
Once again he nipped at your skin, causing you to moan, he had spent the last two days littering your thighs with bite marks, an act you would chastise him for, when you got around to it, if you got around to it. He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder before leaning in to place a kiss on your most sensitive spot. You bit your lip as you stared down at him and his ministrations on you.
He smirked up at you before returning to his work, his tongue circling your sensitive bud as his hands held your hips in place. You ground your hips against his mouth, causing him to growl in approval as he gripped you harder, forcing you to endure his sweet torture.
Your hands found his hair as he continued his efforts, lapping and sucking at your core, you called out his name. If he was so intent on making this a holy process, you calling out each other’s names in pleasure were simply the rites to chant during such an ethereal deed. Loki lapped up every drop of your essence as if he were starved of water itself and you felt that familiar feeling build up inside of you, like a coil ready to spring. Loki sensed your closeness and he sped up his movements, moaning into your core as he drove you over the edge. You came on his tongue and tried desperately not to crush him between your legs as your whole body tightened at such a high.
Loki was more than capable of taking care of himself though, he held you under his grip with ease and even slid his tongue over you further, causing you to shake in response, feeling overly sensitive from his actions.
He chuckled as he returned to face you, your essence still smeared over his lips, his eyes hooded in lust.
You reached up to kiss him, tasting yourself on him as you did so. He was so perfect, how was he so perfect?
“So, my most loyal disciple, will you join with me? I need you” you whispered into his ear before biting it gently.
You felt him hard against you and moved your leg so that he was directly between them, feeling his length up against your core.
“Who am I to refuse a goddess?”
He ran his length up against your core a few times, smearing it with your essence before entering you slowly.
You both breathed a sigh of relief at joining together and Loki used one hand to hold himself up, the other came to rest on your cheek lovingly.
“Ah, there, I am whole once more. I’m only ever truly complete when I am inside of you my darling one” he whispered before leaning down to kiss you once more.
You wrapped your legs around him as he buried himself inside of you. You kissed him again, drawing him against you as he moved in tandem with your own hips. Loki’s hands came to hold yours above your head as he nipped at your neck, his tongue running lazily down the overly sensitive flesh.
You took back some power from him as he drove you closer to the edge once more, using your fingernails to scrape along his back teasingly causing him to growl against your neck, biting at the flesh causing you to moan against his chest as you leant forward, meeting his thrusts.
His hands went to your hair as he kissed you again, and you moaned again at the feeling of him filling you. Your body practically moulded to his own, it was as if every part of you screamed out for him at every given moment.
Loki sped up his movements and you seized the opportunity to push him so that you could ride him. He smirked as you took power of him, keeping him down by scraping your nails against his chest slowly while rolling your hips against him. He reached up to touch your breasts, kneading them with his large hands slowly.
“My goddess has claws” he whispered, moving a hand down to circle your sensitive bud once more, coaxing moans from you.
“That’s it my pet, moan for me, show me how much you love my touch.”
You obeyed, of course. Loki would never completely relinquish power, not even in the bedroom, not even with you.
You felt that familiar warmth rise within you and you gripped his shoulders as you rolled your hips faster. Loki sat up, staying inside of you as he held you close in his arms.
“Cum for me my darling, let me feel you unravel around me” he whispered into your ear, driving himself deeper into your core, your very soul with each passing moment.
You clutched at him, reaching for something you couldn’t grasp as your peak hit. You cried out, silencing your sounds by nestling your face against his neck. He growled once more before spilling himself inside of you just a beat after you, the feeling of you clenching around him sending him over the edge too.
You leaned back to stare into his eyes, hooded in lust as you both tried to catch your breath. Smiling down at him, you rest your head against his own, laughing softly as you both tried and failed to talk to one another for a moment, still trying to collect yourselves after such a high.
“So, was my form of worship suitable? Is my loyalty to you now without question? Have I proved to you that I am your most faithful servant?”
You frowned. “Your loyalty was never in question, and you are not my servant, you are my equal. You are mine, as I am yours.”
Loki nodded. “That sounds like a fair trade my love.”
You drew back, pushing his black hair behind his ear before flicking his nose playfully causing him to scoff.
“I love you Loki Odinson.”
Loki stared at you as if suddenly everything in his life made sense, as if you were the only one other than him in existence.
“I love you, more than I ever thought I could love another” he whispered to you before sealing the sentiment with another kiss.
He was more than enough for you. He was everything you would ever need in life, and he was yours.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The crossover continues!
Seductions aplenty, which means this chapter is where the M-rating kicks in. This one spark of a mistake will ignite far more than Molly or Caleb ever expected.
Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart
For @rayadraws in BotGenoVdayCountdown, thank you for always being so nice and providing us with amazing chibis and fur boys! And yes that’s werewolftama! He’s not a hero in this AU because of his lycanthropy, but Genos is, and everyone suspects Genos is actually a werewolf because every time after the full moon Genos would be limping and looking worse for the wear...
