#nikkisramblings

[nikkisrandomthoughts]

Ok so. This is yet another thing that's been sitting in my drafts for AGES, but the comment section on today's chapter of UnOrdinary made me fucking FURIOUS. I've mentioned it before, but the Webtoon comment systen is THE WORST and somehow on UnOrdinary it's particularly evident. At first, we had the "Asslo"-shaming I already complained about. Then, when John snapped and went on his Joker spree/became King, people were CELEBRATING him. And not the fact that he was (in his own, EXTREMELY misguided way) standing up to what he saw as an unfair, abusive system (it is), no, they were celebrating the gratuitous violence. The top comments were consistently people gloating about how John was beating up the high-teirs. And on today's chapter... I get that Terrence is the worst, trust me, I agree. But NO ONE deserves the kind of treatment John got in the "re-education class". Not even Terrence. What the actual fuck, Webtoon comments. How the FUCK did it get to the top 2 comments being GLOATING about a CHILD going through SYSTEMATIC ABUSE. And that is after said child having been in (essentially) a cult up until literally yesterday. Do none of you have empathy?!? And it's not just UnOrdinary either. Any Webtoon with an even remotely controversial topic will have stuff like this. It's horrifying. And the way the system is set up comments like that will get pushed even more as soon as they've attracted a modicum of attention. Have you ever tried finding a specific comment or interacting with people? It's freaking impossible. You can't change the way your own comments are sorted in any way, and for other people's comments the only ways to sort is by popularity or time of first publishing. You can't reply to anyone besides OP. You barely get any notifications about your comments in the first place, so if you want to interact with other people in any way whatsoever you have no choice but to look up said comment manually every now and then. And even if you DO get a notification for a comment interaction, you still habe to scroll down to it manually. It's an atmosphere worse than Twitter in that is pushes mob mentality and makes any actually productive discourse basically impossible to achieve. And it's not like this is because of tecnical difficulties, Webtoon essentially has a full-running social media platform BUILT IN with Line. Yes, Line is mainly used as a messaging service akin to WhatsApp, Telegram or Signal, but it has all the functions a platform like Instagram or Facebook does in it's "feed" function. Connecting that to Webtoon would not be that big of an undertaking, I promise you. But no, we're stuck with the dysfunctional mess of a comment section Webtoon is completely ignoring when it comes to updates -.-

#line webtoon #webtoon comment section #fuck webtoon comments #unordinary 267 #unordinary arlo #unordinary john #unordinary terrence #nikkisramblings

[zevlors-tail]

THIRSTY THURSDAY!!!! so glad you’re doing this!! so can we discuss Izuku’s weakness for when you pull his hair? like, it’s a sure fire way to get him to moan. i would take such advantage of it. every time he touches you just right and you need to grab on to his hair to stabilize yourself in this reality bc the pleasure is just too much?? and then he moans at the sensation of you tugging his hair?? hello??????? -freckledoria

AHHH YES HI HELLO!!!! Of course we cannnn! This is SO important. Oh god, if you pull Izuku’s hair during sex it’s gonna get SO intense. I would also take full advantage, damn! So, I imagine it would go a little something like this-

“God...Izuku-!” 

Moans and pants filled your bedroom as Izuku pounded steadily into you, the both of you breathing heavy as you climbed towards release together.

“Baby,” he croons, his mouth agape as he mutters sweet nothings and takes shallow breaths. You melt into his arms and push back against his hips, your hands gripping onto his biceps the moment he hits that spot once. 

You’re latch on to him immediately, your arms wrapping around his neck and fingers threading through his hair as you cry out, “Right there!”

Izuku was always a good listener. He just wants to please you, make you feel special and know you’re enjoying this as much as him. And you are- especially as he angles his cock to hit that same spot again, hips driving into you with renewed vigor as he listens to your whimpers and pleas. “Wanna cum, please, Izu!”

It’s so much, too much and you’re struggling to stay grounded, so close to the edge of release that you can’t take it anymore. You need to grip on to something, anything. The first thing you find is his soft curly hair, and you pull on it, hard.

“FUCK! Y/N!” 

He immediately lets out a high pitched moan, hips stuttering and thrusting even harder, the tip of his dick grinding into you exactly where you need, and he finally sends you careening over that blissful edge, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you ride out the waves of white hot pleasure. You subconsciously tighten your grip in his hair as you cum, pulling him down towards you as his lips find yours in a desperate attempt to muffle his yelp, but it’s no use; he’s nearly screaming your name, crying out as he loses himself in your heat. He shivers as you yank on his tresses even harder and lets out a choked moan before he feels something inside him snap.

He cums fast and hard. He’s a blushing mess, stumbling over his words and making all sorts of erotic noises and sounds while you ride out the aftershock of your own orgasm, pulsing around him and squeezing him tighter every time his cock throbs. “Hnnghh....Y/N...”

You’re both panting by the end of it all, and he collapses on top of you, needing a break. You run your hands through his hair gently, earning small hums of delight and little whimpers on occasion when you tug too hard. 

Who knew pulling his hair could have such an affect? 

#freckledoria #nikkisramblings #izuku x reader #not/sfw #deku x reader #izuku #midoriya #thirsty thursday #thirsty on main #sweater is thirsty

[izukuwus]

YOU’RE SO CUTE IM IN LOVE 🥺 -freckledoriya

Aaaaaaa thank you baby🥺

#answered asks #nikkisramblings

[gallickingun]

hi i love you bye

hi i love you more 

#nikki has my whole heart #morgan has friends #nikkisramblings #morgan gets mail

[makoodlesarchive]

😃

😃 - To me, you are easy to approach.

ahhh! i’m so glad i give off a friendly vibe, i love it when people come to talk to me !!

#thank you sm !! #nikkisramblings

[kurokoros]

8, 17, and 18 please! :)

8) Where do you take your inspiration from?

I’m an inspiration sponge, so I could probably look at a rock and be hit with three ideas. Which can be both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, endless ideas. On the other, way too many wips lmao

17) Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on.

Touya snorts and grabs Tsuki by the hips as she passes him. She rolls her eyes, but allows herself to be pulled down to his lap, subtly curling herself against his chest as he drapes his arm around her. To anyone else it looks casual, but Shouto can see the way his older brother’s fingers flex against Tsuki’s thigh. “Technically, I won her in an underground blackjack tournament,” Touya tells Nami, winking at the younger woman.

-Crossfire (yakuza!au)

18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

Answered!

#alisha babbles #ask games #nikkisramblings

[eijirohs]

9 and 20 for the soft asks!

9. what calms you down?

hugs! i really like hugging my dog or this really big teddybear I have. i just like having something to hold on to (specifically when I’m having bad bouts of anxiety). also, soft music with no harsh beats or anything — mostly calming piano music or songs from Zelda games ^^

20. what do you want most in the world right now?

... not to be Yearning on main or anything, but ... if I’m being honest, I really just wanna hug or even just be with my gf right now — online relationships are Rough.

other than that? um... just a hug in general, honestly!

edit: oh! oh oh oh im dumb! i also really really wanna learn to drive. that’s probably my #1 goal right now, if that counts?

#both of those had to do with me wanting a hug #i swear i hug people on the daily but that doesnt make me yearn any less #im just a very touchy-feely person... i Need hugs. all the time. 24/7 #anyway sorry if my answers were boring ?? #or disappointing?? #but truly thank you for the ask. i didnt expect anyone to actually send anything in ^^ #so thank you so much <3 hope youre having a good day! #asks #nikkisramblings

[lilhemmo]

alone together - DAY THREE

Summary: A daily installment series of one shots on being in quarantine with Goku (special appearances made by master roshi and others!) Come back each night starting 3/18 for a new fic for the next 14 days!

AO3 LINK Rated: T+ (for now, ya nasties!) Word Count: 3.2k bc idk how to write anything short and sweet. Warnings: language, a lil inapproppro roshi, spicy thoughts, a lil fighting A/N: thanks to nikkisramblings for the idea and the inspo!! and also for always being down to talk about the world’s favorite himbo! let’s make this quarantine crisis bearable :) also. i am channeling my fave human @thegodbucky​ to try and write the best himbo there ever was to exist.my goku does NOT compare to hers but! 

vegeta: day 1 | day 2 | day 3 goku: day 1 | day 2 | day 3

PREVIOUSLY...

“Well, it’s a good thing we’re teaching you how to fight,” his voice is quieter, softer now. It almost feels a little different as his thumb brushes over your shoulder. Goku rests his chin in the crown of your hair, taking a shallow breath, “I can always use instant transmission to give ya’ a hand, but I want you to know you can take care of yourself.”

You pat him on the stomach, allowing yourself a small feel of the toned muscles there, “I’m glad I have you in my life, Goku.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Goku squeezes your shoulder and you let yourself soak in the sun and the waves, cherishing a moment of closeness like this because you’re never quite sure when it might be ripped away.

You knew that the training Goku had been putting you through would hurt, eventually. However, you didn’t expect to wake up one morning practically unable to move. You had just enough energy to force yourself through a shower and brushing your teeth before you collapsed back on the bed, still wrapped in your towel with your quilt pulled up at your waist. You’re completely out of breath, muscles tightening with each gasping part of your lips.

“Hey, you okay?”

If your body could tense in embarrassment, you would, but you can’t.

You turn your cheek against the pillow, barely able to see much more than the outline of the side of his body with your blurry vision, straining your eyes as best you can. You accept defeat and close your eyes, chewing on the inside corner of your mouth before speaking, “Goku, not all of us have Saiyan muscles. Us mere mortals can’t go from sitting on the couch to fighting a super person without a little bit of pain and fatigue.”

“Pain just means you’re doing it right!” Goku giggles, scratching the back of his neck. He takes a step towards you and you allow yourself a half-second of fear at the thought of him trying to make you spar again today.

It takes you a moment, but you bunch your hands under your chest and try to push yourself upward. Your face twists in pain as you try to look at him, and the Saiyan rushes forward, knees on the floor as his palm frames your cheek. He tilts his head, “Wow, you’re really hurtin’, huh?”

“Yes,” you grunt, face in the pillow now because you can’t bear to admit your weakness. You can’t even pay attention to the fact that you’re only in a towel, the heat of his arm against you burning like a flame. The only thought that pulses in your mind is one of hurt. Your muscles cry out as you shift around under the blanket and towel to try and be at least slightly more comfortable.

Goku pinches your cheek, a bright smile on his face, “I can give you a lil’ squeeze, if ya want! Krillin and I learned how to massage out the cramps from one another when we were training with Master Roshi when we first started learning martial arts.”

The sudden reality of the thin material keeping your bare everything from view finally settles in and a blush fights its way onto your cheeks and the tops of your ears. You licks your lips and shake your head, “N-No, Goku, it’s fi-oof.”

His stocky body is settled atop your backside, knees digging into the mattress on either side of you. Goku is heavy, oh Kami is he heavy. You struggle to keep in the sharp cries of pain at his muscled form sitting on you, weighing your body down. He means well, all he’s trying to do is help you, but wow is he currently putting you in pain. Goku is laughing but your mind is far from humored, all you can pay attention to is the way the towel shift on your body, the small knot at your side practically begging to come undone.

“This is kinda in the way,” he mumbles, thumb brushing under the lip of the fabric separating his body from yours. The scraping of his fingernail against your tender skin forces goosebumps to bloom down your arms and legs, but you convince yourself it’s just the air conditioning. Your toes curl and you try to keep yourself from arching up into him so you don’t seem like a needy animal. The last thing you need is to be closed in this tiny house with Goku knowing how you feel.

You huff, attempting to regulate your voice, “Goku, I’m not about to take off-”

“What? I’m just sayin’, if you took it off, it’d be so much easier! My hands are gonna get all stuck!”

He’s whining and it shouldn’t make your stomach flip over, but you can’t control the way your body flushes at the thought of him undressing you, or how he would feel pressed against you, bare and warm. Your skin starts to sweat at the imaginary way his hips would move and how his hands might touch you.

The base of his palms roll into your shoulders and you have to clamp your mouth shut so you don’t let out a groan at the sensation. You keep your eyes closed as his thumbs travel over your spine, gently rotating in circles as he works his way downward from the top of your neck.

“Wow,” you almost moan out the word, eyes rolling around in your head as his hands work out the kinks in your muscles. You swallow the thick lump growing in your throat and it feels like you can finally breath without being in immense pain, “You really are good at this.”

“Told ya!” Goku says. He giggles and traces over your shoulder blades before digging his palms into the muscles there.

You’re practically lulled to sleep with the motions of his handles, the push and pull of his calloused fingers and palms soothing as he works your muscles. As you sit on the cusp of consciousness, you’re just barely able to withhold the gentle noises that sit on your tongue, begging to be let out.

He must be putting you under some sort of spell because your fingers move under your body just enough to reach the knot holding the towel in place. You unhook it and tug the fabric from your torso, revealing your bare shoulders and back, the towel pooling at the juxtaposition of your body and Goku’s.

“There you go, loosen up,” he chuckles, moving himself further down your body so he can knead away at the tightened muscles of your lower back.

When his hands come in contact with a specifically knotted muscle, you can’t help it when the moan escapes your lips.

Goku freezes, palms still pressed flat against your waist. His thighs tense and that sends a jolt up your spine and right back down to your belly. You grit your teeth and dig your forehead back into your pillow out of embarrassment alone.

“D-Did I hurt you?” he asks innocently. You can even see him tilting his head in your mind, the action playing like a movie behind your closed lids.

You grunt, trying to come up with a response. All you’re able to do is bark a feeble, “No.”

Goku tests the waters with his thumbs brushing over your rib cage, eyes trying to find some part of your face to gauge your level of pain. He sighs, “W-Well, then why’d you make that sound?”

And why did I want to make you make it again?

He leaves the last part unsaid, for fear of what it means and what you might do. Goku licks his lips and leans forward, his body weight shifting you on the bed. A hand presses to the mattress on either side of your head as he balances himself.

“It felt good,” you say quietly. You clear your throat and turn so your cheek is against the pillow and you can look at him over your shoulder. He’s much closer than you expected, his nose trailing down your cheek as you shift.

You try your hardest not to think of how you two might look in a mirror at this exact moment. His pelvis is pressed against the curve of your ass, palms dug into the mattress beside either of your temples. Your face is blushing bright pink, muscles tense as you curve upward into him. The thought alone of what he could do to you like this settles a weight between your thighs, a needy heaviness clawing at your thighs.

Goku huffs, his chest expanding, “Hmm, that’s weird.”

A wash of pink colors your cheeks and you take a short breath, thankful that he’s only considering it weird and not sensual. Then again, this is Goku. You’re sure he could spend a whole day reading and watching Master Roshi’s collections of media and still not understand why the girls were so scantily clad. You lick your lips, ready to defend yourself and your actions, but Goku returns to massaging your back and you’re lost in the feel of his hands once again.

It’s as if he’s trying to get you to make obscene noises with every movement of his hands. Goku is digging into you deeper, fingers finding the perfect rhythm and sinew as he touches you. His hands are roaming now, finding every inch of your skin to try and pull those noises from your throat again. You allow yourself just a moment to wonder if he felt pleasure at the mewling that parted your lips only seconds ago.

Unfortunately, all he ends up doing is lulling you back into a dreamlike state, your eyes glazed over as you fight slumber. You yawn, getting ready to tell him you need to take a nap, but your eyes are alert as soon as Goku’s body stiffens atop your own. His nails dig into your skin and your body flushes with goosebumps.

“Ooh,” you hear the grotesque sound of saliva being sucked back into someone’s mouth and you try to hide yourself behind Goku’s broad body.

“Goku, you wanna share?” The old man holds his hands up in the air, reaching towards you with grabby hands.

A frightened squeak barely has time to echo from your mouth before a resounding slap gives way to Roshi being smacked across the room. He slams into the bookshelf that houses all of his x-rated movies and dirty magazines, a couple of them falling over his head as he tries to make out which way is up and which is down.

Roshi groans, rubbing the growing lump on his bald head, “Hey, Goku, what was that for?!”

Tears are begging to fall from your eyelids but you don’t let them; you can’t let Goku knows how things like this affect you - Master Roshi isn’t going anywhere after all. And Goku has never been one to admonish the old-timer’s perverted behavior before.

“I-I don’t know, Master Roshi,” Goku admits, looking down at his hand like it might give him the answer. His eyes drift to you, watching as you squeeze your eyes shut and try to hide away from everyone even with your body as bare as it can be.

As soon as he sees the red of your cheeks and the way your face is scrunched in humiliation, Goku’s brows furrow and he glares at Master Roshi, “But I think you need to get out of here.”

The old man is scurrying away before Goku can slap him through the wall and send him skipping across the ocean. You release the breath you’d been holding, your body sinking under the pressure. Goku brushes his thumb across your jaw, tugging you to look at him. He notices the wince you make as you try to adjust your body and he finds himself trying to think of ways to make you more comfortable.

“Hey,” he clambers off of you, knelt on the ground with a hand still against your neck, “You wan’a watch a movie? We can take a break from training today.”

All you can think of is how taking a break from training is the exact opposite of everything that Goku has ever said to you. Ever.

“That sounds good,” you say.

When you don’t move, Goku tilts his head. He reminds you of a confused animal, what with his wide eyes and general blank expression. His mouth bobs open and closed a few times before he finally speaks.

“Well, why aren’t ya’ gettin’ up?”

You swallow the lump in your throat and bite your lip, “I-It hurts.”

Goku laughs, running his palm down over your bare back. He stands to his full height, “Well, c’mon, let’s go get you dressed!”

Somehow he manages to wrap you up in the towel when he grabs you around the shoulders and the knees, holding you like a child as he carries you into the closet to get a change of clothes.

“G-Goku,” you stammer when he puts you down. You clutch the towel to cover yourself, thankful that it’s big enough to keep him from seeing anything you don’t want him to, although he doesn’t seem very worried or distracted. He’s rifling through a couple of drawers, pulling out clothes that he thinks will fit you, mumbling to himself under his breath.

“Here, I think these will work for you.” Goku holds out a paid of baggy training pants and an undershirt. They’ll both fit you loosely, but at least you’ll be covered. You really need to do laundry. The last thing you need is to marvel at yourself wearing Goku’s clothes.

You go to reach for the shirt and pants, but your shoulder muscles lock up and you wince, crying out as you crumble to your knees. Goku catches you before the other parts of your body can react, gently keeping you upright by the elbow.

“Let me help you,” he says immediately. Goku is already unrolling the shirt before you can argue. You don’t take away the towel and he doesn’t argue, pulling the head of the shirt around your neck, settling it on your shoulders.

When he turns around to pick the pants up off the ground, you quickly slot your arms through the tee and you’re thankful it covers all of your sensitive parts. Even though Goku doesn’t really understand the implications behind what he’s doing and what he’s seeing, you do, and that’s enough.

Slowly, he helps you into the pants, tying them around your waist for you when he’s done. Goku is picking you up again to walk you into the kitchen and you can’t force an argumentative word out of your mouth. You relish in the moments spent close to his body, your head rested on his chest as you attempt to ignore your aching muscles. You also love the way that he can pull you around like you’re weightless, light as a feather. It makes you feel small in all the best ways.

He hands you the remote, silently asking you to choose the show. You land on something martial-arts related, with a side of romance.

You’re nodding off against his shoulder when he pokes you in the stomach, “H-Hey, what are they doing? Fighting with their mouths? It seems kind of gross.”

“F-Fighting- what?” You rub your eyes and sit up despite your aching muscles, “Goku, what are you talking about?”

He uses his thumb and index finger to turn your jaw to the television, where the two main characters are currently making out against the wall of the dojo. You chuckle, “Oh, they’re kissing.”

“K-Kissing?! What the hell is that?”

You can’t help the peels of laughter that expand your chest. You continue to giggle despite the resistance from your body. Goku pouts in response, crossing his arms over his chest, “Hey, why’re you laughin’ at me?”

“Kissing is what people do when they like one another,” you answer him, mostly out of breath. You pat him on the thigh, resituating yourself against his torso, “You lived with Master Roshi for how long and you’ve never been introduced to kissing?”

Goku shakes his head, bottom lip still jutted out like a child. He sighs, “Roshi is weird. I didn’t really pay attention to him unless we were sparring.”

“Such a you thing to do, Go’,” you reach up to ruffle his hair, “but when you like a girl, or a guy, I guess, whatever you’re into, you kiss them! It releases endorphins and makes you feel good.”

“I like you,” Goku says plainly, his head cocked to the side as he rests his hands on your hips, “Why don’t we kiss?”

If you weren’t in so much pain, you’d choke. Your eyes bug out of your head just enough for him to notice, but you try to temper yourself before you respond.

“There is a difference between friend-like and lover-like, Goku. You have to know the difference before you decide to kiss someone.” Your voice is an octave higher, but he doesn’t seem to notice, too lost in his own confusion. His eyes travel to the upper corner of the room, fingers cupping his chin as he thinks. You can practically see the gears turning.

“O-Oh,” he finally sighs, relaxing back into the couch.

Goku’s hands rest against your best, fingertips gently finding all those muscles he worked earlier, “I guess that makes sense.”

Your body relaxes into his hold when you realize the conversation is finished. You curl your arms around his waist as he settles further into the cushions, eyes completely captivated by the kissing couple on the screen as if he were memorizing their movements.

The drifting of his fingers over your body only serves to put you to sleep. Goku looks down to ask you another question, but giggles when he sees your pursed lips drooling just a little onto his gi. He brushes his thumb over your brow, the rest of his hand threading into your hairline.

Goku is focused on you, the way your body moves, falling further into him, and he wonders if this is what people mean when their spouses are built for them. He’s never given much thought to anything other than how to grow stronger, how to beat the next best guy...but, here, in this moment, you’re the only thing on his mind.

Spending an immense amount of time with you over the past couple of days has left him waiting, expecting, to have you in his life daily. He wakes up to train and the first thought he has is to wake you up to do morning push ups or jog around the shoreline.

The thing that breaks him out of his hypnosis is the very thing that lulled him under - you.

Except this time, you’re saying his name.

At first, he thinks you might be in pain; maybe your muscles are tightening again. So he starts to rub your body with the heels of his palms, working at alleviating some of the tension so you can sleep better.

However, as soon as he begins to massage your muscles, your whining intensifies. Goku removes his hands like he’s burnt you, eyes wide as he tries to understand what’s going on. He tilts his head to better hear you, tiny whimpers parting your lips as you shift around in his lap.

He leans up and the action jolts you awake, a bright red tint on your cheeks. Goku giggles, rubbing the back of his neck, “Mornin’!”

You lick your lips and try to tense your legs to keep his knee from sliding between your thighs, concealing your desire. You force a smile, “It’s afternoon, silly.”

“Yeah, I know,” he trails off, looking away from you. It takes him a moment, but he looks you in the eyes and you feel your soul sucked from your body as soon as he utters the words: “So, why were you moanin’ my name in your sleep?”

--

a/n: MWUAHAHAHAH!

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[destructodiscs]

Got tagged by @brieffs to do my

lock screen/home screen/last song listened to/last pic saved!

And ill tag @azoth-beam @quietlywicked @nikkisramblings and @evilkitten3 and anyone else who wants to!!!

#feel free to do it or ignore lol! :) #and that last pic saved literally cracks me up so much

[nikkisrandomthoughts]

Tower of God Chapter 481

Disclaimer: this is mainly just me ranting about King Jahad

So this chapter we were treated to a flashback featuring his royal highness King Jahad himself and BOY does this man have and inflated ego. He seems awfully confident in his own greatness - which stands in stark contrast to everything we know about him. Granted, what we know is spotty, most likely biased and definitely too little to make an exhaustive analysis and judgement of his character, but it's what we have to work with.

"I was the first one to climb the tower. I was the greatest fisherman in battle... and I pioneered a civilization of mutual understanding among the people of the tower"

Ok, first off, the only rights being first at something gives you are bragging rights, nothing else. It doesn't mean you are better than anyone or something. Also, there were like AT LEAST a dozen other people climbing with you. So tecnically you were one of the first and most importantly it was a team effort.

Second, being great at kicking ass rarely translates to being a good politician (yes Kings are politicians don't @ me). You might've even been a great leader when it was just you and your friends, but making split-second decisions in the heat of battle is not what you need to be the head of an empire. A king needs foresight (not the magical kind), wisdom, common sense. They need to be able to deal with paperwork, politicians, people. Things Jahad is not.

Third, "mutual understanding"?!? Are you fucking kidding me? We know there was civilization before you came. We know you are the invader in the tower. And there's NO WAY I will EVER consider the climate in the tower one of "mutual understanding". Not when people kill each other over even just the chance to get to the next floor. Not when people struggle for bare survival, backstabbing and betraying each other at every curve and end. I don't know in what delusion you live Jahad, but this is not "mutual understanding"

I'd also like to remind you of a few things:

Jahad is the dude who started a war because the girl he was obsessed with rejected his advances. No, he wasn't in love with her. He declared war on her and her allies because she married a different man and didn't agree with settling down instead of continuing to climb. He gleefully murdered her child in front of her eyes and rejoiced in the chance to do so again. It's the Snily catastrophe all over again.

Jahad is the one who decided that because he wanted to stop climbing no one else should be allowed to keep going. Those who still wanted to were hunted, ostracised and villanised. He literally wanted to murder everyone who disagreed with him but was too lazy to do it with his own hands. That's the LITERAL definition of what a Tirant and Despot is.

Jahad is the one who disassembled the Key to the Tower (aka the only thing allowing people to climb in the first place) and went as far as creating a curse of sorts to keep anyone from reassembling it to make sure his ideals wouldn't be betrayed or you'd die trying.

There is not a single thing we know of pointing to Jahad being anything even close to barely competent as a ruler. Period

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[zevlors-tail]

hi, izuku!! hope you’re having a day as wonderful as you. 💕 (sweater- tell him that i love him, but do it subtly so that i come off cool)

(Oh I got you, I got you!)

A day...as wonderful as...me...? Gahh, th-that's really nice of you! D-Does anyone else's face feel hot!? Just me!? Okayyy ahaha! My day has been wonderful, so thank you! What have you been up to? I hope you're having a day as sweet as you! That...sounded better in my head... A-Anyways...I hope your night is peaceful and restful. I'll be here if you need me!

I'm sure she loved your adorable blush, Zuku. Maybe almost as much as she loves you!

W-what!?

Geez, I don't really do well with subtle hints, do I? Don't worry, he loves you too! He told me so!

THAT WAS CONFIDENTIAL!

#sweater answers #izuku answers #nikkisramblings #these are fun? more fun than i thought? #its a good distraction for me

[nikkisrandomthoughts]

Heyyo, I'm a disaster being that atm goes by Nikki (they/them), has (currently non-medicated) ADHD and possibly also (seasonal?) depression (this is not a self-diagnosis, it's a suspicion I should probably get checked out by a professional but that so much work so idk if or when it will happen rip) and consumes unholy amounts of media. And sometimes I have very loud thoughts about said media with an urge to scream them into the void. This is where this blog comes in.

A lot of the posts you'll see are the result of 3am insomnia me trying to get my thoughts to quiet down a bit so I can maybe finally get some sleep. I therefore make no guarantees as to the quality of this blogs' products (or the consistency of my languageuse for that matter. Or a coherent train of thought). A lot of these also sit in my drafts for moths because executive disfunction won't let me actually write them out to the point that they are somewhat comprehensible to other people or of acceptable writing quality/personally satisfying enough to overlook lack thereof, so you might see stuff that's a bit or a lot out of date from time to time. Also also I will never be able to comply with an even just remotely consistent posting schedule so there's that.

If you still decide to stick around (reasons why you would are beyond me), glad to have ya! Looking forwards to hear everyone's thoughts on whatever BS my brain comes up with ^.^

#nikkisramblings #blog intro #👋🏼

[zevlors-tail]

your thirsty thursday got me feelin some sort of way 👀👀👀👀👀 THANK YOU -freckledoriya

YOU’RE SO WELCOME!! Personally I’m a sucker for getting hair pulled and pulling hair so that was fun to write! Poor Izu lol, you pull his hair too hard and it’s just over right then and there. ;w; That boi won’t last a minute more than when you give it a good yank haha.

#nikkisramblings #freckledoriya #sweater answers #thirsty thursday

[izukuwus]

drink lots of water today grae <3 -freckledoriya

I will bb, thank you🥺once I get out of the bath I'll make sure to get a big glass

#answered asks #nikkisramblings #freckledoriya

[lilhemmo]

counting the days - DAY THREE

Summary: A daily installment series of one shots on being in quarantine with Vegeta & DBS Co. Come back each night starting 3/18 for a new fic for the next 14 days! also, did a quick name change!

AO3 LINK Rated: M/E+ (ya nasties! you’re welcome!) Word Count: 1.7K Warnings: we’re already approaching the smut. what can i say, vegeta is impatient. also - language! A/N: thanks to nikkisramblings for the idea and the inspo!! and also for always being down to talk to one simple saiyan prince! also, this fic doesn’t necessarily take place in the span of 14 days, so the title may be a bit misleading!

vegeta: day 1 | day 2 | day 3 goku: day 1 | day 2 | day 3

PREVIOUSLY...

Vegeta grins, “So, who will break first?”

“Y-You’re the one touching me,” you choke out the words, the weight of your own tongue too much to bear. You lick your lips, “I believe that means you lose.”

He raises a brow at you and your body turns into clay, ready to be molded by his intentions. Vegeta takes a short breath and you notice his throat bobs; you wonder for a moment if he’s as nervous as you.

“I am the Mighty Prince Vegeta,” he rasps against the bow of your lips, “I never lose.”

Your voice sits still in your throat, growing thick and heavy the longer you keep yourself quiet. Vegeta’s body is warm, doing nothing to help the boiling in your belly. Your palms wrap around his thighs to hold yourself steady, “You’ve been thinking about it too, haven’t you?”

Vegeta’s face turns red and his irises harden to crystalline, “Vulgar woman, trying to understand the thoughts of a prince. You have no idea what I’ve been thinking.”

“Then show me, Prince,” you say lowly, blinking slow as you look him in the eyes.

A smirk overtakes him, the confidence rolling off of his body in waves, “Oh, you pesky little woman. Trying to goad me into battle.”

“Is it a battle if I’m winning?” You press your chest further into him, kneading the flesh of his thighs under your fingertips as you roll your body. Your hips want to cant upward at the feel of his muscle bulging under your touch but you restrain yourself out of pure spite. You will not let him win this game this early - no matter how inviting his touch may be.

“Tch,” Vegeta grabs you up to deposit you on the mattress, your head bobbing against your pillow as you settle. A feeble squeak parts your lips and he laughs patronizingly in response, “I’ll show you a battle, woman.”

“Is that a threat,” you pause to wrap your legs around his hips, “or a promise?”

Vegeta growls as you palm at his uniform, begging to find purchase at some part of the fabric. But really, all you want is his skin. You want to feel the heat of his Saiyan blood pumping under your fingertips as you dig your nails into him and he rolls his body into you.

“You filthy little,” he trails off, unable to finish the sentence, shaking his head in a mixture of competitive anger and amusement. You pull your hands away, gripping the sheets to keep yourself from him. All of your hard work will not be undone by your needy hands.

Your eyes are trained in on Vegea’s face as you watch him as closely as you can in this tight space, attempting to decipher what’s going on in his mind. Is he losing his resolve as quickly as you are? Surely not, he wouldn’t boast that he’s the proudest of his race if he crumbled so easily under a mere earthling.

He’s staring down at you intensely, irises trailing over each feature of your face as the silence drags out. The muscles in his forearms pulse as he restrains himself hovering over you.

Vegeta tilts his head, almost as if he’s fine tuned to the way your body is flushing underneath him, “Wow, little woman. I’m impressed.”

You grit your teeth together, the small muscles of your jaw quivering under the stress. He’s patronizing you and yet, for some reason, all it does is light the fire in your core to burn brighter.

“I can feel it in your energy,” he murmurs, lowering his face down so he can touch the tip of his nose over the bridge of yours. He’s slow, tantalizing, and your hands are shaking at your sides, begging to tousle with his hair and his clothes. Vegeta chuckles darkly, raising a brow just enough for you to know he’s having fun toying with you, “All of your energy is balling up here.”

He presses the heel of his palm against the curve of your belly, just under your navel. You have to bite down on the inside of your cheek to hold in the moan that scratches at the back of your throat. You swallow and press your cheek into the pillow, praying for some relief from the heat. The cool sheet does little to quell the burning of your skin, but it at least provides some distraction from his eyes.

Vegeta surprises you when he bites down on your earlobe. The action alone is enough to drag your hands to bury into the hair at the nape of his neck and tug. You stifle a whine, screwing your eyes shut as your back arches to press fully to his chest.

“Screw you,” you mumble, barely able to form words. Your eyes burst with stars and you turn to look him in the eyes, your grip on his hair allowing you to hold him how you want. Vegeta’s jaw drops as your fingertips dig into his scalp, full lips hung agape at your ministrations.

You pull him so your mouths are a hairsbreadth away, the both of you breathing heavy. His throat bobs and you allow your mind to wander - does he want to kiss you as much as you want to kiss him.

Vegeta’s palm curls from your waist to your backside, his fingers holding you in place. His upper lip shakes, brushing the bow of your mouth. You swallow and tilt your head back, the heel of your hands now on his cheeks as you try to angle him how you want.

Finally, he smirks, answering your insult, “I’ll bet you want to.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re cut off when his mouth slots against yours. You gasp, your lips parted, and he wastes no time in pressing his tongue to your teeth. It surprises you at how gentle and slow he’s being; so much so that it almost feels like an entirely different person is kissing you.

Your thumb brushes over the top of his cheekbone and your eyes flutter shut. He keeps your hips snapped to his with the hand on your ass, the other wrapping around the base of your neck, thumb at the juxtaposition of your jaw.

“I win,” you mumble, completely starstruck with his mouth pulling and tugging on your own.

The declaration makes him stumble, parting from you just enough to make you follow him, your neck arching to try and continue the kiss. Vegeta nips your top lip with his teeth, the rumble of a growl making his chest quiver.

“Kissing does not count, earthling,” Vegeta begins a biting trail of kisses down your jaw until his voice is in your ear, “I’m going to make you beg for it. That’s the deal.”

If your competitive nature wasn’t so strong, you’d drop your jaw and whine for him. Instead, you lean forward and lick a stripe up his neck, nipping at his earlobe, “Is that a challenge?”

Vegeta holds you down by the hips, the hand on your neck traveling over the valley of your breasts to cup your core through your cotton sweatpants. He glowers down at you, but it doesn’t feel malicious. Rather, the look spurs you on. You will not let him beat you - you will be the one to have him break, begging at your knees.

His thumb presses against your clothed clit, but the sensation makes your shoulders arch off the bed, your body searching for some sort of friction. You trample down a whine, keeping it caged in your chest, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You lean upward to press a bruising kiss to his mouth, gripping him by the hair to hold him to you. Vegeta’s hand travels from your hips to your chest, thumb and index finger taking your nipple and twisting. Even through your bra and shirt, your skin tingles.

Vegeta’s mouth is just as hot as yours, his fangs sharp under your tongue as you explore his mouth. He fights back against you, pushing your head further into the pillow. Smirking, he murmurs, “You have the strength of a Saiyan. Are you sure you’re from earth?”

“Born and raised,” you manage, rolling your hips against him. You’re not surprised to feel the hardness of his cock bulging against the fabric of his suit, but you are surprised just how well you can feel him.

You chuckle, “Prince, are you so sure you won’t be the first to buckle? It feels like you’re rather...needy.”

“You couldn’t take me if you tried,” Vegeta growls into your neck. He bites bruising kisses into your tender skin, oscillating between sucking and licking your throat.

When you roll your hips again, you put more power into it, and you actually swear you hear a keening sound break apart his love bites.The sound alone boosts your ego and you wonder if you could get him to break right here in your bed. You hold his head with one hand and the other digs into the muscles of his shoulder, kneading the planes of dense sinew.

“Give it time,” Vegeta whispers the promise in a gravelly voice as he toys with your earlobe. “You’ll be begging me to leave your clothes in a pile on the floor.”

He’s kissing you again and it’s all a sensory overload. His hands massaging your skin, his mouth claiming you for his own, his body tearing into you. You feel your eyes roll back in your head as he sucks another hickey into your collarbone. The wetness pooling between your thighs makes your body keen for some sort of relief.

“The things I’d do to your fragile little body,” he chuckles in your ear. He licks the curve of your jaw, “I can’t wait to tear into this sweet little thing.”

Vegeta brushes his thumb against your clothed nipple again and you can’t hide the way your body plays into him, not even when you’re trying so hard to keep it a secret. He laughs and the breath that washes over your neck makes goosebumps bloom, “Humans have a tenth of the stamina of a Saiyan. Better be careful what you bargain for, earthling.”

Your eyes widen and you go to retort, but another voice in the distance of the quarantine hide-out makes your whole body freeze.

“All right, everyone! It’s time to break out the games!”

You’ve never felt such a duality of emotions towards Bulma. You simultaneously hate and love her - thank Kami she’s giving you some relief from this Saiyan, but you’re also not done with him yet.

Vegeta turns your face so he can look you in the eyes, index and thumb holding your jaw in place, “Saved by Bulma. What a shame.”

You roll your eyes and tug at the tufts of hair you have in your grasp, “You should be grateful, Prince. I’d have you on your knees before too long.”

“I’ve never been on my knees,” Vegeta snarks, raising a brow to challenge you. “I’d like to see you try.”

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A/N: OKAY SO. THERE’S THAT. DAY 4 COMING OUT TONIGHT. LET’S SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT.

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