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xcherricutie · 4 months

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➤ Messy

Vegeta x F!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count - 1.5k

Summary - Vegeta is a clean freak with anger issues and pent up emotions, and decides to take it out on you for fun.

Notes: This is my first time posting here. I am from Wattpad, so I don't know tumblr etiquette, apologies.

“Your habits are disgusting and you’re a mess.”

He would follow you around and criticize you for what felt like hours on end. It was enough to drive anyone mad, and he did it to you on purpose. He was a man on a mission, out to make your life as miserable as possible. That’s just how it was, being acquainted with the prince of all saiyans. It didn’t matter if you tried to avoid him, he would find you, and he would let you know of every flaw in your life. Almost as if he took a sick satisfaction in seeing you wallow in your own misery and insecurities.

“Vegeta, her house is none of your business,” Bulma scolded with a harsh glare, slapping your discarded napkin out of his hand. You hadn’t had the time to clean up your living space before Bulma and Vegeta dropped by, unannounced. You didn’t mind surprise visitors, but Vegeta was an exception. Every single time he came by, which had become noticeably more frequent, you made absolutely sure that he could not find a single reason to complain or nitpick. You were simply thankful Bulma was there to keep her dog on his leash.

“Sorry for the mess,” you forced through grit teeth with a smile, before your face relaxed as your eyes landed on Bulma. “What brings you here? You’re not one for random visits.”

“Right, sorry,” Bulma chuckled, brushing some strands of her azure hair behind her ear, glancing over at Vegeta as he tip-toed through the specks of dirt in your carpet. Bulma rolled her eyes at the dramatic saiyan, sighing. “I need you to keep an eye on him. I don’t really trust him to be alone at Capsule Corp., and my mom and dad are out on vacation. I’ve got a big workload on my hands and can’t deal with him right now. I’ll pay you good, I promise.”

You wanted to say no. You wanted to tell both of them to get out of your house and never come back. Babysitting Vegeta could have perhaps been Bulma’s most unreasonable request for you. He had not been on Earth for long, and yet had antagonized you more than anyone. You rarely even showed your face at Capsule Corp. anymore because of the man. And Bulma was your best friend that you visited nearly daily for years. She knew how much you hated Vegeta.

And yet, when she pulled the wad of cash out of her pocket, you immediately found yourself agreeing to the impossible task. Bulma’s payments were usually unreasonable amounts, as if the stack of paper zenni she handed to you was less than allowance money for her. It felt wrong to take, but what could you say? You were living independently in the city - you needed any cash you could get. Even if it meant spending a day with the most annoying being in the universe.

As soon as Bulma had left, it was not long before Vegeta started to act up. He almost acted like a prepubescent boy at times, unable to properly convey his feelings, resorting to anger to vent. You had even made a point to clean up around the house so he wouldn’t feel so uncomfortable, but some of the things he complained about were unreasonable.

“The geometry of your living space is poorly designed, woman,” Vegeta commented as he stood in the midst of your living room, looking around at the furniture. You rolled your eyes as you vacuumed the carpet, tuning his voice out.

“Nobody is stopping you from just leaving. You hate all of us, I don’t understand why you continue to torture yourself on this planet,” you muttered, unsure if he heard you over the vacuum. You didn’t care much if he did or not, barely having the energy to speak to or at him.

“I’m waiting for Kakarot to come back to this miserable planet. But I’m starting to doubt he will,” Vegeta said as he placed his hands on his hips, searching for more things in your house to nitpick about. You had done a pretty good job hiding things for him to complain about.

“Maybe he’s avoiding you,” you said with a smirk at the idea. You would not blame Goku one bit if he was avoiding the entire Earth because of Vegeta’s presence. Vegeta did not find your comment very funny as his head whipped to your direction, glaring harshly.

“Then I would track him down and drag him to this miserable planet to humiliate him in front of his loved ones,” Vegeta sneered, lip raised in a slight snarl, as if the mere assumption were the most offensive thing he’d ever heard.

“Is it really that hard to accept that somebody doesn’t like you and doesn’t want to see you? I really don’t understand you, Vegeta,” you stood up straight as you turned off the vacuum, turning to glare at him. “You antagonize people on purpose, and then get mad when everyone leaves. What do you want from us? Why won’t you just leave?”

“My business is none of your concern, woman. I suggest you close your mouth and not utter a single sound from now on, unless you really want to see what antagonistic looks like. I could put you through a world of misery with words alone, I haven’t done anything to you yet.” Vegeta’s harsh eyes stared into your soul, as if knowing you weren’t going to listen. He had been here less than a year, and yet knew you would not stand for such nonsense.

“This is my house! I suggest you shut up if you know what’s good for you, asshole!” You yelled, leaning closer to his face. His warm breath hit your face as he scoffed, looking down at you as if he were so high and mighty. He was barely three inches taller than you.

“I could destroy you, and this house, and this whole planet in a matter of seconds if I wished. Your empty threats mean nothing to me, human.” Vegeta smirked down at you. That was your breaking point as your hand moved on its own. Even Vegeta found himself shocked by your sudden movement as your hand left its mark across his cheek, its shape searing into his cheek. Head turned from the sudden force, Vegeta stared at you with wide eyes, as if to let his brain process the attack on him. You expected him to blow up. You needed to gain control, fast. You would rather your house remained intact by the time Bulma returned.

“Wh-What’s with the surprised look? Didn’t think a girl could hit you? Bet you’re completely smitten, huh?” Your face lit up like a lightbulb, cheeks burning as you smirked, watching his every muscle movement. You didn’t even mean for the words to escape your lips, but as they did, you knew you were dead. “You want to kiss me so bad, huh, Vegeta?”

You saw the blush bloom across his cheek, making your hand mark burn ever brighter. That was the first time you had ever seen an emotion other than anger or pride on his face. But the view did not last long, as you suddenly found your vision obscured, his large frame right in your face, his lips connected to yours. This was an unexpected development, to say the least.

His touch sent lightning through your nerves as his hands uncharacteristically gently slid up your arms, gloved fingers brushing over your cheeks. His kiss was soft, as if to show you everything he had been unable to get across before, many emotions flowing through one small touch. That one small touch, however, began to grow more desperate as Vegeta grabbed your shoulders, firmly pressing his lips to yours. Your scent was intoxicating, and every little jolt of electricity to his nerves sent him spiraling through his pent-up emotions even more.

It wasn’t until your palms were pressed to his chest, trying to push him off, that he broke from his much-needed kiss. You stared up at Vegeta in surprise, watching many emotions flow through his dark pupils, before he finally came to his senses. You were pushed away, although much softer than you would have expected, his warmth pulling away from you as he left you standing there. He plopped down onto the sofa, sinking into the cushions as he crossed his arms, avoiding meeting your gaze. Your eyes stayed glued to him for a moment longer, before you let out a silent scoff, smiling in amusement.

Vegeta had not uttered so much as a word after that. No more comments on her habits or appearance, no more jabs at her life and home. He had sat silently at her side, stealing glances at her every once in a while as she read her book in peace. And perhaps it was the cleaner environment, or just something in him beginning to bloom, but you looked much better than when he had shown up.

And you weren’t sure if it was just the sunlight hitting him at just the right spot, or if he just looked like this when he wasn’t constantly raging, but Vegeta had a different look about him, almost a glow. Perhaps he wasn’t as bad as you had originally thought.

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baegetas · 6 months

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》 blackout.

son goku x afab reader

summary: sitting at the bar after a hard day, you're joined by none other than your friend gohan's father, and he knows how he can cheer you up.

warnings: minors do not interact, explicit content: age gap, multiple orgasms, (slight, if you squint) implied cheating, overstimulation, drunk sex, alcohol consumption

word count: 1.7k

you were alone at a bar. you'd completely flunked an exam that you'd studied hard for, and you were downing shots like they were nothing. even the bartender was asking if you were okay, to which you'd reply with a simple, "i will be."

while you were mindlessly scrolling through social media, a giggle cut through your brooding silence. it was familiar. you looked over your shoulder, finding that you were face-to-face with a "friend" of yours: goku. well, correction: he was gohan's father, and you were a friend of gohan's. you were a little scared of goku at first, but warmed up to him once you knew he wasn't some scary muscle-head. he grinned at you and promptly mused, "hey!"

"hello, goku."

he sat next to you, looking at you like a dejected puppy. "aw, what's wrong? you looked bored from over there, but man, you seem pretty sad."

you sighed, failing to hide the smile from him. "i guess. but i didn't expect to see you here, out of all people."

"whaaat?" goku giggled and spun the barstool around. "are you kidding? this place is so fun!"

"no, i mean, like, i didn't see you as much of a drinker."

"eh... if it's sweet, i don't care what it is. i'll drink it. heeeey!" he flagged down the bartender, grinning happily. "you have jello shots? yeah? you should give us a few!"

you gave him a slightly agitated look, to which he giggled and said, "don't worry, i'll pay! i don't know what's got you so down, but it's time to cheer up!"

that giggle would be the end of you, and you knew it. as the shots slid onto the counter in front of you, you sighed. it wouldn't be horrible to have a little fun, right?

next thing you knew, goku had convinced you to join him on the dance floor. there had always been something so charming about his idiocy. something charming about how oblivious he was. however, now that he had you in your own little corner of the place in the dark, you could see something else behind those sweet eyes. you could see intention, like he was aware of exactly what he was doing. he was aware that it was the two of you. he was aware that you were both tipsy. he was aware that he was double your size. he was very aware.

with the lights spinning again, flashing a multitude of colors, you found yourself lost in music. lost in liquor. you and goku had been gradually getting closer to one another. you found yourself dancing right against him, and his rough, calloused hands were sliding up and down the sides of your torso, with a focus on your hips. swaying back and forth in rhythm, you could feel his muscles against your back. you could feel his breath against your neck. you shuddered, and looked up at him for some sort of clue as to what he was thinking. and looking back at you were two serious, calculating eyes. like a predator. "heh. you look surprised."

your lip shook ever so slightly. "you... are you?"

he smirked. "am i what? gotta finish the sentence."

you hiccuped, trying to clear your throat. "flirting?"

"i dunno," he hummed, feigning innocence. "problem?"

your eyes flickered down to his hands on your hips. they were gripping you. "...no."

his voice dropped an octave, getting raspy. "nice. you mind if i do something?"

"to... to me?" he nodded, and you were having trouble suffocating the butterflies in your stomach. you swallowed roughly, leaning your head back against his shoulder as you stared up at him. he was holding you against him. for a moment, you thought, what would gohan think? i mean, this was your friend's dad. this man was twice your age. but nonetheless, you replied, "you... can do anything you want. to me."

within a split second, he flipped you around and pressed your back against the club's concrete wall. you had no time to breathe. goku was kissing you with a passion. your hands gripped his clothes, pulling him as close as you could. his thigh pressed in between your legs, and at that point, you were putty in his hands. all you could do was whine. this was a completely different goku, and you were loving it.

he sank his teeth into the side of your neck, and you moaned out loud. when you noticed someone staring at the two of you, your eyes widened. "ah- goku! hey."

he pulled back from your skin by just inches. "something wrong?"

"we... we can't do this. not... in public."

his voice was gravelly. "why not? i'm sure people would love to watch. make 'em jealous."

you blushed and stammered out, "it... it's indecent... and a little illegal... to do things like this in public. my apartment would be a better place."

"your apartment?" he stood straight up and pressed two fingers to his forehead. he gripped your shoulder tightly. "gotcha."

and suddenly, you were both standing in the front hallway of your apartment. you blinked a few times, unsure of what the fuck just happened, but all of that was thrown to the wayside when goku's lips found yours again, pressing you against the wall of your living room.

your belongings fell to the ground, and your hands started to pull his shirt up so you could feel his torso. every muscle, every divot - he was so fucking ripped. and his hands weren't wasting time with you, either. traveling up your thighs, he tore your panties off with one finger. his hand grabbed your entire ass, and he took in a deep inhale, smelling your scent on the skin of your neck. "god, you smell so good."

"you... ah!" you lost your train of thought when he started grinding his crotch against yours. with flushed cheeks from a drunken stupor, you mumbled, "you... want me, don't you?"

shedding his t-shirt, he growled, "what do you think?"

he was biting at your skin as his hands discarded the rest of your clothes, albeit in a more refined fashion. once you were completely nude, he couldn't hold himself back anymore. he picked you up like a doll. like you weighed absolutely nothing to him. he was quick to find your bedroom, and he quite literally threw you down onto the bed. then, he followed. and his tongue found your slit, rough hands pushing your thighs apart so he could taste you as much as he possibly could.

your hand tangled in his thick hair. he was so sloppy, but it was quick to send every nerve in your body into a frenzy. he would grunt and groan, and his nose would bump against your clit, sending a jolt through your body. when his tongue actually plunged into you, you lost all of your bearings. you came all over his face, and he replied to it with a pleased groan, unwilling to pull away until your body relaxed. with one eye open, you looked down at his messy face. his dark, widened pupils. his flushed cheeks. then, he grinned. "i thought you'd taste good, but that was better than i thought."

panting, you whined back, "goku... i..."

"already on it." he was quick to remove his pants and boxers, and he was quick to climb back over you, trapping you in another kiss. with the full weight of his body against his, you realized just how small you were. his length slid along your folds, and you could taste yourself on his tongue.

your hands found his back when he got the opportunity to press himself into you, and he did so with a guttural groan. at that point, you couldn't think. the slow stretch was just too good, and your foreheads rested against one another until he was fully sheathed in you. he panted, "so... tight... i gotta..."

you panted back, "just... just fuck me."

and when his hips started snapping back and forth, you couldn't help but whine. your nails dug into his back, and his face was buried in your neck. he was relentless, keeping a fast, steady pace. as your moans got louder, you heard his voice in your ear. "shh... be a good girl. i know you can handle it."

hitting that sweet spot over and over, it didn't take any time for you to come undone a second time. and a third time. goku hadn't even broken much of a sweat, and he had you completely folded over underneath him. your eyes were locked on his as he cooed, "yeah, that's it. good."

in that moment, you understood that he was going to finish inside you. and you didn't care one bit about it. as if on cue, his huge frame leaned down to trap you in a tongue-filled kiss, hands gripping your ass. you weren't going anywhere. he had you completely pinned.

you'd lost count of how many times you came before his thrusts started to get sloppy. he was grunting more often, shaft head poking at your cervix every now and then. it hurt, but you were far too blissed out to care. "good girl. just... a little bit more, okay?"

by now, you were a babbling mess, but you managed to nod in response. the bed was slamming against the wall, and you knew that your neighbors on all sides would be complaining about the noise, if they hadn't already. his grunts were going right into your ear, and he grunted especially loudly as he said, "you ready?"

you nodded and mewled, "yes, please."

goku growled, then moaned beautifully has he came right into you. his hips didn't even stop, riding out his own orgasm with a blissful look on his face. when his hips eventually stopped, he collapsed onto you, breathing heavily. you were doing the same. your head was spinning. after only a minute, he propped himself up on his elbow. "whew... that was... amazing."

"i... know." you said this so quietly that you could barely hear it yourself. "it was."

then, goku gave you that trademark giggle. that trademark grin. you looked at him through half lidded eyes as he said, "i think we're gonna have to do that again. way more often than just once. i'm gonna need it."

you smiled and wrapped your arms around his torso. you couldn't respond vocally, but pulling him closer was the answer he needed. he giggled again and relaxed atop you, with no intention of moving any time soon.

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teenandbeyond · 1 year

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Hello! I was wondering if you would want to write for Beerus? I was thinking what a courtship would be like between him and a goddess of creation? :) hopefully you're doing well during the midst of everything that's going on in the real world! Best of wishes! -A

Beerus x Goddess of Creation. Reader

I like the alternative idea. Despite this, I plan to make the personality different! Edit: I'm doing okay, just busy with schoolwork. Best wishes to you, too! I hope everyone who reads this is doing well too, or if not, this can cheer you up a little!

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🥢Création et Destruction🥢 (DBS or Dragon ball Super)

Warning(s): Fluff

Although destruction and creation contradict each other in meaning, one can not exist without the other...They must coexist to truly make the universe hold the beauty it possesses.

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You and Beerus are total opposites.

He destroys.

You create.

He is much more relaxed.

While your shoulders are stiff with responsibility and proper etiquette.

When you met, you hadn't expected him to flirt with you on the spot.

"Huh. My first time meeting the Goddess of Creation, can't believe I've been missing out on such a cute Goddess."

"I—That-that's very unprofessional..."

You didn't understand him. You were taught to always be polite and respectful, to always hold your tongue, to always be professional, and to hold your temper.

He hardly did any of those things.

And he could really test your temper.

He easily broke that elegant, put-together wall you had up.

And he enjoyed every minute of it.

"Why are you taking a nap when you have responsibilities. That's so improper!...Ahem-"

And with time, he broke you down completely.

Noticing you were always tired and stiff and showing you what's it like to relax.

"Just because we have responsibilities doesn't mean we can't relax once in a while. We have to do this for millenniums, might as well catch a few Z's in between."

He is very protective over you when you do relent and catch a nap, he'd be very tempted to destroy the planet of whoever interrupts you.

And he learned you hadn't really explored planets and introduced you to Earth and its cuisine.

Which really excited you.

"Cute..."

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

He liked that your presence wasn't rough as his, the feeling of powerful serenity you gave off was attractive to him. You were polite and fluid in movement, yet your power and knowledge were undeniable.

He wanted you.

So he courted you.

And you saw another side of him.

"Flowers?"

"Bulma gave me an earful and said something about them..."

"Let me guess, you weren't really listening?"

"Well...I want to get this right, so, I tried to remember everything I could. She mentioned something called a 'date' that I'm supposed to take you on..."

He was soft and wasn't afraid to show it...to you...

He noticed your hair was always getting in your face, so he got you fancy hair clips to hold the stray hairs away.

When your shoulders got stiff from playing your role, he learned how you give you massages to make you feel better, but not without cracking jokes the whole time.

He attempted to learn how to cook for you...

Well, actually, he wasn't terrible at that. The dishes he could make were just limited.

You liked watching the process, his frustration was adorable.

Cooking for you? Telling you 'good morning' and 'good night'?

He was whipped.

Undoubtedly.

He even lets you pet him, which you'll do if he gets a little riled up.

You save his dignity and refrain from doing it in public (if it's not necessary) since he purrs a deep rumble.

You do things together, like cooking and of course your roles as Gods.

But Beerus's favorite activity to do with you is definitely napping...or maybe eating...both? That's a hard choice for him to make.

You were really good for each other.

He destroyed your walls and the false personality you upheld.

You created a warmth in his heart that he cherished.

People wondered how you worked out so well, you were opposites.

But being opposites brought you together.

So what if he destroys and you create?

Destruction and creation coexisting can make something truly beautiful

And you two love every minute of it

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geekedoutbunny · 1 year

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omg that last piccolo request you did was so good. could we get more house husband piccolo??? Perhaps the reader works and Piccolo stays home and learns how to cook for them.

Househusband! Piccolo x Reader Headcanon - To Be a House Husband.

Ooooo, another Piccolo fan are we? But of course, I'll be more than happy to write this request for you dear.

Thank you, for sending in this lovely little request, I'll be sure to serve it justice, and I hope it's to your liking.

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You and Piccolo have been married for a good three years now, and you recently have gotten a job, times are rough and the prices for everything are rising, it was time for a job. So it was up to Piccolo to learn how to cook for you, he wanted to anyways, he wanted to aid in any way he could.

He didn't like seeing you worry and stress about getting ready for work, just to forget to make yourself lunch in your franticness. So, he offered to learn how to cook, just for you. His sweetness knew no boundary, you were happy to have met such a man in your life.

You'd teach him the basics, first, how to cook toast. Then eggs and bacon. Then you'll move on to rice, beans, and pasta. Lastly, you'll do meat and baked goods. He was a fast learner, so it didn't take him long to learn. He quickly became quite the master at cooking, and you began salivating for his delicious foods.

He took a liking to cooking shows, one because they were entertaining, and two because he could learn new dishes. He began seeing cooking as a form of art, and he was a beautiful artist. His foods began going from basic to gourmet meals fit for a queen. You'd feel so cocky seeing your fancy meal compared to everyone else's.

He's been buying fresh products and spices, he's kept the kitchen clean and he'd never let it get dirty. He'd scrub away any grim that even dares to appear. Only the finest cleaning products and groceries littered your home. It never smelled so fresh before.

When you get home, he'll already be in the kitchen, making dinner for you, while the TV would be on in the background, Gordan Ramsey's voice would make a smile appear on your face, as you kick off your shoes and head into the kitchen. The food would smell divine, and you'd feel so giddy. Piccolo would tell you to clean your hands and to set the table, and you wouldn't complain.

Piccolo was a mature individual, he thrived on peace and quiet, but he didn't mind some noise. You, on the other hand, were more energetic and hyper, being married to him was a perfect balance. You loved his caring nature and how he was rather fatherly in his own ways, and he actually adored your cute hyper activeness, even when you weren't as hyper, he still loved you.

In the morning he'd wake you up with the smell of eggs and bacon with a hint of coffee. Sometimes oranges that's been freshly squeezed. You enjoyed his cooking, and he enjoyed doing it for you.

He was happy that you taught him how to cook, he never knew that he had such a talent, he wonders what else he could do, but being a house husband, was sure to show him.

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burnyourvillage1968 · 5 days

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Cook!Reader 1:

You're pretty laid back about most things, except for one - cooking. When it comes to your cooking, you become a bit crazy. Even if an alien tried to invade Earth, you'd be busy in the kitchen making food. If the city you're in was destroyed, you'd just walk away, leaving the fighting to your powerful friends. If someone dared to touch your ingredients, they'd be turned into sashimi for dinner. Buu once demanded food in your kitchen, but you told him it wasn't ready. He tried to sneak a bite, but you stopped him and made him sit in the corner. After a talk about patience, he saw all the sweets on the table and squealed with joy. Before satisfying his sweet tooth, he glanced at you for confirmation, receiving a nod as his cue. Unbeknownst to you, Buu had appointed himself as your kitchen protector, lingering outside in anticipation of treats after his loyal service.

You frequently rely on Goku and Vegeta to gather specific ingredients that are out of your reach. Chi-chi and Bulma don't mind you borrowing their partners, as they also benefit from the fruits of your labor since you always make sure to have extras for them.

Initially, Chi-Chi was wary of your motives towards her spouse, but eventually, the two of you became close friends who frequently swapped gifts. She would offer you fruits and vegetables from her garden, while you would gift her with jars of your homemade sauces and pickled vegetables.

You have a passion for preparing your meals in advance, particularly the sauces. In fact, you have crafted the most extraordinary sauce that complements almost any dish. However, it remains a closely guarded secret that you would protect with your life. A single taste of this sauce is enough to make someone devoted forever. People who have tried your sauce often propose marriage to you, but you have never been the type to settle down. Even Goku and Vegeta would have succumbed to its allure if their wives weren't present. Nevertheless, it doesn't mean they wouldn't eagerly beg for food in your kitchen whenever the chance arises.

Chi-Chi and you had a disagreement about your secret sauce. Both of you decided to give each other the silent treatment for seven weeks. During this time, Goku intervened and convinced his wife to reconcile with you (you were also ignoring Goku and he's suffering). Surprisingly, you were the first one to extend an olive branch by offering her one of your latest recipes, which, although not your special sauce, was still absolutely delightful. Bulma and Vegeta chose to stay out of the conflict, fearing they might lose their beloved cook, but secretly enjoying the drama.

Your passion for cooking is evident, yet you adopt a more critical stance towards healthcare. It's crucial to have a healthy relationship with food and an understanding of your body's needs. Regardless of race or the ability to fast for extended periods, everyone requires nutrients. Inquiring about the dietary needs of your alien friends, unless they are cannibals, is a considerate approach. Chi-Chi and Bulma value your thoughtfulness, ensuring their families enjoy a diverse diet. Meanwhile, Krillin reluctantly embarks on a diet when his wife takes an interest, which leaves him feeling apprehensive.

Often, you'd babysit for your friends, giving them a parenting break. Chi-Chi would remind you to ensure Gohan completes his homework, while Bulma would ask you to prevent Trunks from causing mischief. With promises made, you'd unveil the ultimate bribe: kid-friendly snacks. While Gohan diligently worked on his lessons, his favorite treats—fruit popsicles, grilled cheese, and chopped veggies—were always within reach. To keep Trunks entertained, you'd enlist his help in the kitchen with tasks like mixing, taste-testing, and muffin decorating. When you checked on Gohan, Trunks would watch the muffins bake, gazing intently at the oven's contents. Later, Gohan would join in the dinner preparations, taking a break from his studies. When the parents returned, dinner was already prepared and warm. The two boys enjoyed the praise from their parents about the meal. You playfully interacted with the kids, causing Gohan to feel embarrassed and seek refuge by his parents due to his shyness. On the other hand, Trunks simply melted under your headpats.

You always carry a set of knives with you, each serving a different purpose. These knives are very dear to you, and you would get extremely angry if anyone damages them. While knives can be used for fighting or self-defense, you only use them for cooking. You would rather be stabbed in an alley than see your knives stained with someone's blood. Whenever you need help, you call out the name of one of your Saiyan friends, and they come to your aid quickly. Saiyans are chosen because they have excellent hearing and seem to have a special ability to sense your presence. For them, it's a great opportunity to have you cook for them after they rescue you from danger.

Always on the move, you hardly ever stay in one spot for very long. Despite the dangers, you jump from one location to another, searching for new ingredients for your experiments. Each time you visit, you usually bring back gifts from abroad for your friends and their kids. They're usually just happy to see you come back safely, considering the dangerous places you often visit, filled with hungry, terrifying creatures, not to mention the countless risks lurking in outer space. Fortunately for them, there's no possibility of you venturing into space, even if you threaten to stop cooking for them for a month.

You happened to be there when Beerus and Whis passed by on Earth. It's also the same day you got kidnapped by the god of destruction and by his servant. Your friends panicked and immediately went to your rescue.

As you were preparing onigiri for a snack, strangers wandered into your kitchen. Beerus eyed your snacks with hunger, and you generously offered him some. He devoured everything, and his companion also seemed to relish your food, judging by the embarrassing moans with each bite. Having eaten some earlier, you were accustomed to unexpected visitors in your kitchen, even those you had never met. Their disappointed expressions almost made you chuckle when they realized none were left, but you felt uneasy when the feline stranger remarked that you would live another day. The striking blue man inquired if you were the chef behind the delightful dishes, and upon your affirmation, expressed his enjoyment of your culinary creations. You offered to share your cooking secrets, and he eagerly accepted. Meanwhile, Beerus lingered in the background, observing the cooking session. Unbeknownst to you, he casually sampled one of your sauces, which just so happened to be your secret blend.

A burst of joy reverberates through your kitchen, but fortunately, the other man shields you from its impact. Beerus, still brimming with ecstasy, clings tightly to your sauce jar. His companion approaches, eager to taste it, but Beerus pulls it away possessively. Whis, on the other hand, simply dips his finger into the sauce. As he savors its flavor, the sheer intensity of his pleasure causes the lightbulbs in your kitchen to shatter, creating the most explicit moan your innocent ears have ever encountered. You contemplate investing in ear plugs in case these individuals ever visit again. Nevertheless, this is how you ended up being kidnapped, all because of your secret sauce recipe that you have no intention of sharing. Consequently, you now find yourself forcibly residing on a planet ruled by a god of destruction, alongside an angel.

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Why are there NOT more Dragons Ball Fighterz (Frieza’s story line) about Frieza, Cell, Ginyu and Nappa fanfiction

I’m sorry I’m here on tumblr everyday and I’m so surprise no one has made fanfics about Dragons Ball Fighterz (Frieza’s story line) about Frieza, Cell, Ginyu and Nappa

(Or even more Raditz which I think he should be in the game)

Please I’m begging you all to help me 🥲😭

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spilledbeans116 · 1 year

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Hey, I'm sending you an inspiration pic. Whatever idea or feeling you get from the picture can serve as the basis for a fic or a short or just a drabble. Enjoy!

Sorry it took a bit! Finals and what not keep me busy, you know? Anyways, before we get into it, I want to thank you for being my first ever request! When I saw the ask I got so happy I genuinely squealed and spooked my sister LOL.

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The Plan - Vegeta x Reader - 3,599 Words

Reader's gender not specified - No use of Y/N - SFW

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The dirt was cold beneath your skin, your cheeks pressed against it as you groaned in pain. Being volleyed into the ground like a bouncy ball by the saiyan prince certainly wasn’t pleasant; you almost didn’t want to get back up and face him, especially after that embarrassing display you had just put on.

“You’re not very good at this,” Vegeta quipped, landing beside you and grabbing you by the hem of your shirt. He placed you back on your feet, looking you over with a bored expression. He was in his typical attire: white chest plate with matching boots and gloves slipped on over that damn blue body-suit. You could see his muscles clearly, which no doubt kept you distracted on top of everything else. You had been wanting him to train with you for weeks now, wanting to show off the new technique that Goku had taught you. However, that seemed to be backfiring as you continued to fail to even find an opening for it.

“I’m rusty, sue me,” you shrugged with a smirk. He simply rolled his eyes, scoffing in the process.

“You were the one to agree to this! If you weren’t prepared, why bother!”

You flinched at his tone before turning away from him. The truth was you thought you had been prepared. Your little crush on the saiyan prince had left you splashing about in the deep end, and Goku said that asking to train with him was exactly what you needed to “loosen up.” It was hard to say no to that big puppy dog, especially when he was so excited to help out after hearing about your plight.

“Come on! I’ll even spar with you to help you get ready!” He whined, those gentle eyes of his leaving you defenseless. “Please please please let me help! Please!” That last please was what had gotten you. You trained with Goku for about a month, perfecting his technique and holding your own against the saiyan during your matches. It was when he decided you were ready that he started to sprinkle in the idea of sparring with you to Vegeta. Little spouts of compliments, noting how you were stronger than he thought and how it was really fun practicing with you.

You didn’t think it was going to work, but you were surprised when Vegeta approached you at one of Chi-Chi’s cookouts.

“Kakarot won’t shut up about you,” he had grunted, taking a swig of his beer and leaning against the railing behind you. You couldn’t meet his gaze, glancing down at your own drink.

“Yeah, we’ve been practicing a lot lately,” you replied casually, trying not to stumble over your words. Whenever he got close it was as if it became harder to think; harder to breathe. This had been when you started to second guess Goku’s plan. You shot him a glance across the way when and he flashed that sunshine smile of his, giving you a quick thumbs up before continuing to stuff his face.

“If you want a real challenge you should train with me.” Vegeta scoffed, glancing over at you. You felt like you were going to melt.

“Sounds good to me,” you smiled. “Just don’t expect me to go easy on you!”

Now here you were, getting your ass handed to you in his base form. You could handle Goku powered up to super saiyan, hell you could dodge his throws when he leveled up to SS2, but with Vegeta it was as if it all went out the window and you were back in your first fighting lesson. Being so close to him you could smell him, hear his grunts and sharp inhales as he moved around. It was eating you alive.

“I’m just warming up! That’s all,” you offered instead, brushing yourself off. You wiped your brow and shook out your hands to expel your nerves. “I’m ready now, I swear.”

“Good. I was just warming up as well,” he smirked, floating back up into the sky with his arms crossed. You followed him up, staying eye level with him the whole time. “Now the fight truly begins.”

***

After the first few punches it had been clear he was serious. You weaved between his throws quickly, barely dodging as he swept his leg out and went to kick you back. You grabbed his leg, spinning him quickly in a circle before launching him off to your left. In the blink of an eye he was on your right, and you blocked your head with your arm as he threw another punch.

“Tch, as if that would do anything!” He yelled, finally landing a hit in your gut. You gasped for air, clutching your stomach as you curled up slightly from the impact. He seemed to falter for a second but it felt as if you had hallucinated it as he launched his foot into your chest, sending you flying backwards.

Suddenly your flight was stopped as he was behind you, sending you careening towards the ground as his boot met your spine. You stopped yourself in mid-air suddenly, flipping around to shoot out your arms and launch a handful of brightly colored ki blasts at where you would have landed. Dust was thrown up, creating a smokescreen of sorts as you regained your composure and landed softly on the dirt floor. You looked around for the prince to no avail, your attack having coated you and your vision in smoke.

You shut your eyes tight, waiting for his power to surge as he went to attack you. You felt a tingling feeling from above you and stepped aside as Vegeta planted his foot right where your body had been. You swung quickly, feeling your fist connect with his chest as he staggered back. You swung, left then right then left again, each blow connecting with his face, cheek, then gut. He inhaled sharply, ducking as you swung at his head again.

He spun, his foot sweeping your legs out from under you as you fell on your ass. You smirked as you attempted to return the favor, spinning on your back to kick his legs out from under him. He jumped, landing back on the floor right as you pushed yourself up, kicking him straight in the stomach instead. Sweat clouded your forehead and ran down your neck, sending a shiver down your spine as the prince grabbed onto your ankle. He lifted you above his head quickly, using the momentum to slam your body back onto the floor behind him.

You cried out in pain, spittle flying from your mouth as your vision flashed hot and white. His grip on your ankle loosened for a moment before tightening once more; he grit his teeth as you lifted back up and spun around like a top, the wind whipping past you and cooling your skin. You began to feel nauseous from how fast you were going before he let go, launching you a good distance from him.

Your body hit the ground and continued to roll, sending up a dust cloud in your wake. After three or four tumbles you sprang up, digging your heels into the dirt and leaving behind skid marks. You wiped your mouth on your arm, spitting out blood as you stared at the prince.

“Had enough?” He huffed, crossing his arms once more. “I’m getting tired of this.”

You took your fighting stance, shaking your head. “No! I still haven’t shown you what I can do!”

He sighed at that, rolling his eyes as he began to float up, “let’s get this over with then,” he grunted, eyes running over your bruised form. Your glances met for a moment and a moment only before he tore his eyes away, unable to hold your gaze as you looked at him with such determination.

You certainly didn’t feel determined right now as you studied his own features. He was dirty, same as you, but other than that seemingly untouched. He tilted his body in the air, moving his arms to the right of him and bending his one leg at the knee. You felt your heart race as he placed the palm of his left hand over the back of his right, curling his fingers in the process.

You knew his moves well, and were very aware of how powerful his next attack would be. You started to build your energy, feeling it ripple and crackle around you as the dirt below your feet shook, pebbles rising slightly from the disruption of energy.

You grew annoyed with yourself, Goku, and him. Why had Goku been so incessant on helping you with this? You realized he didn’t know a damn thing about romance and sure, his intentions had been good, but now you were just making a fool of yourself in front of the prince. It was obvious you were merely a toy for him, the look on Vegeta’s face not at all concerned. His brows were furrowed, but what else was new? For the most part he seemed relaxed, not even bothering to power up fully. That is what pushed you to keep pulling as he began his attack.

“GALICK!” He shouted, a purple aura slowly enveloping him. You braced yourself, feeling the energy bud beneath your fingertips as you prepared to release your own counter attack. “GUN!” At his shout, a powerful laser shot from his hands, quickly being met with a blast and yell of your own.

The colors clashed and sent sparks around the both of you as you fought to maintain it, the force of the attack startling Vegeta slightly. He hadn’t prepared properly for it to be as strong as it was and found his hold on it slipping. “OH NO YOU DON’T!” He screamed, powering up to super saiyan as a wave went through his attack. You watched as the purple beam began to envelop your own before you widened your stance slightly. You grit your teeth, unsure of if you should push yourself during this and if your body would be able to take it. You decided that it was worth it; you could vent your frustrations with this idiotic plan while the opportunity was presented to you. All of those days spent training, for what? To not even be taken seriously?

“KAIOKEN!” You yelled, feeling your power surge.

“Not again!” Vegeta grunted, sending another surge of power through his beam. They seemed to be stuck at a halfway point before the ground around you began to crack and split, your energy leaving a crater around you.

“TIMES… TEN!” Your body glowed red and you cried out at the strain on your muscles as you forced the energy to be expelled from your body. You ki widened, beginning to steadily break through his before he rolled out of the way at the last second, your beam launching out beside him and into the sky as he watched with wide eyes. You sank deeper into the Earth, tears welling in your eyes as it felt as though your body was being torn apart; you had perfected five, but nothing above that had even been explored.

You cut the attack off, your arms falling weakly at your sides as your power receded.

“THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!” Vegeta screamed, marching over to you, golden form glowing before your eyes. Your vision was blurry, but even then his bright blue eyes stuck out against the world around you. He was beautiful like this, as bright as a star in the night. “YOU WERE TRYING TO KILL ME!”

You smirked weakly, a laugh bubbling in the back of your throat as your body swayed. “I won.” As your legs gave out along with your consciousness, Vegeta was quick to catch you before you could hit the floor. He shifted you in his arms, his left hand supporting the base of your neck while the other held your legs.

“You idiot,” he frowned, shooting off back to Bulma’s.

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You groaned as you came to, your head swimming as you sat up slowly. You went to lift your hand to your forehead to provide some sort of pressure against the ache but instead found yourself hissing as your arm shifted. You looked down at it, wrapped in bandages like a mummy.

“Settle down, you’re fine.” Vegeta huffed. Your eyes shot up, finding him leaning against the doorframe of the room you were in. It was decorated plainly, with dark dressers, cabinets, and hardwood floors. There were no photographs or decorations, just a small desk with a navy blue journal and a white lamp sitting on it. The bed you were in had dark blue sheets, soft and silky beneath your skin.

“Where am I?” You croaked, your entire body aching as you spoke.

“My room,” he replied plainly, causing your face to heat up. He didn’t notice, walking over to the desk and grabbing the journal carefully before shoving it into one of the drawers.

“Why?”

Vegeta rolled his eyes and scoffed as if you had asked the dumbest question in the entire world. “You passed out. I very well wasn’t going to leave you there.”

“Why not a hospital? Bulma’s medical ward?”

He frowned, “Bulma isn’t here and a hospital wouldn’t know what to do with you like this.” He pulled out the rolling-chair by his desk, sitting in it and resting his arms on his legs. He leaned forward to stare at you, clasping his hands in front of his face. “Why the hell did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Push yourself that far. It was clear you weren’t ready.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and pouting, “whatever. I wouldn’t have known unless I tried. Besides, I’m still alive aren’t I?”

“You could have killed yourself!”

“I know my own limits!” You snapped, attempting to sit up. You cried out before Vegeta placed a hand on your chest and pushed you back down.

“Stop moving. Your body needs rest.”

You gave a chuckle at that before wincing. “That’s ironic coming from you, Mr. Broken Ribs.”

You were surprised to see a smirk tug at his lips before it quickly disappeared. “See? I know what I’m talking about then. Wait here.”

He got up, walking out of the room and leaving you alone with your thoughts for the time being. You became acutely aware of how much his bed smelled like him. You resisted the urge to pull the blankets up to your face and bury your head in them. Why had he taken you here? Surely Bulma had spare bedrooms that were free, it wasn’t as if her house was filled with people at the moment.

Vegeta returned a few minutes later; he had a small tray in his hands, with a bowl and a bottle of water resting on it precariously. He walked over to you, boots clacking against the wooden floor before he set it on your lap.

“Here. You need to stay hydrated and I wouldn’t doubt you’re probably starving.”

You went to tell him you weren’t, but the comedic timing of your growling stomach shut you up quickly. Instead, you said, “the prince of all saiyans made me soup? It’s an honor.”

He blushed slightly, his ears heating up before he glanced away and crossed his arms again. “Oh whatever. Don’t start or I’ll eat the damn food myself.”

You grunted as you picked up the spoon and raised it to your lips, blowing on it carefully before drinking the broth. You smiled as the warm liquid ran down your throat, relaxing your body a bit as you dipped the spoon back down for more. “How’d you know this is my favorite? Or was it just a lucky guess?”

Vegeta visibly stiffened, his hands twitching at his sides as he thought of how to answer. “Does it matter?”

“No, I guess not. Just happy is all.” You looked up at him, flashing him a genuine smile. “Thank you, Vegeta.”

He went silent, sitting back in the chair and crossing his legs. He gripped the edge of the chair tightly as he mumbled under his breath, “Kakarot told me it was your favorite.”

“What was that?” You asked, popping the spoon in your mouth and crying out, dropping it quickly as he hopped up.

“What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself? Your wrist?” He grabbed your arm quickly yet carefully, turning it over so he could study your open palm and wrist. His eyes ran over your skin, scanning for any signs of strain or damage.

“I burned my mouth,” you whined. “It’s really hot.”

“YOU IDIOT!” He snapped, dropping your hand. It bounced against the bed slightly. “OF COURSE IT’S HOT!”

“YOU DISTRACTED ME!”

“TCH! DON’T BLAME ME FOR YOUR OWN REDUNDANCY!”

You frowned, picking up the spoon and setting it back in the bowl. After a bit of silence the bowl was empty, and you went to pick up the water. Vegeta snatched it quickly, opening it for you before setting it back on the tray. You raised an eyebrow at him as he glared at you.

“I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself, Vegeta. You don’t have to baby me.”

“I’m the reason you ended up like this,” he frowned. “I’m merely making up for my own transgressions. Nothing else.”

“You don’t take care of Goku after you mess him up,” you teased as you took a sip from the bottle. Vegeta stayed silent once more, unable to deny your point but unwilling to explain himself. You chose not to push him, changing the subject instead. “How long was I out for?”

“Three days.” He replied plainly. You, on the other hand, began to panic.

“THREE DAYS?” You ran your hands over your head, eyes wide as you began to panic. “I WAS OUT FOR THREE DAYS? BUT-“

“I took care of everything.” He grunted, leaning back and staring at the drawer he had placed his journal in.

“What-“

“You didn’t miss anything and I checked in on your things.”

You blinked at him, “oh. Well thank you.” You were surprised he paid that much attention to you. You could have sworn that sometimes he couldn’t even remember your name let alone all the things you had to take care of in your life.

“You’re welcome. I won’t be so kind next time, so don’t let this happen again.”

“Next time?” You asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.

He simply nodded, “it’s obvious Kakarot isn’t training you properly even though you have plenty of untapped potential. From now on I’ll be training you instead.”

You blushed a bit at the idea of spending more time with the prince before laughing awkwardly. He glared at you, taking it as mockery towards his offer. “What the hell is so funny?”

“I thought you hated training with me!” You giggled, trying to cover your mouth to stop yourself. “You looked bored the entire fight. You even kept complaining about it!”

“How else were you going to get worked up and unleash your potential?” He huffed. “Besides, I always look the same, don’t I?”

You laughed again at that; a good, hearty one, while Vegeta smirked down at you. He loved seeing you smile, and it warmed his heart that he was what was bringing that look to your face. “You’ve got me there. I won’t take it easy on you once I’m better though!”

He grinned once more as he collected your tray and empty bowl, making his way to the kitchen to wash everything.

Sure, asking Kakarot to put in a good word for him with you hadn’t gone entirely as expected. When Kakarot had come back and told him he started training with you, Vegeta wanted to knock his teeth out. After a bit his incessant rambling about you pushed Vegeta to the edge, wanting to make a move before it was too late. He hadn’t realized you took training so seriously in the first place, but he didn’t mind. Being alone with you, even if it was to spar, sounded good to him. He didn’t want to hurt you, throwing his punches on occasion and not pushing himself as hard. A select few times he thought of stopping altogether, but realized you might take offense to it. Apparently you had anyway, and almost died in the process.

Next time he’d show you how to fight properly; how to use his techniques without straining your body. After a while, maybe he’d even have the courage to ask you on a date. He shook his head at that. What was he even thinking? A date? Where the hell had that come from? He finished rinsing off the utensils and dried them with the dish rag before putting them all away. Sure he had feelings for you, but that didn’t mean they were reciprocated.

Little did either of you know, Goku had planned this all from the start as a means to get you two together. Both the prince and yourself had confided in him your crushes, and he’d be damned if he didn’t do something to get his best buds together. After all, he bet Krillin 10 bucks it would happen, and Goku wasn’t one to lose at anything. Later down the road, when you guys would eventually become official, then he would embarrass you both with the stories and confessions you had told him. Until then, he would just have to continue to be the best wing-man this universe had ever seen.

#Vegeta #vegeta x reader #dbz x reader #dbz self insert #saiyan oc #majin oc #dbz oc #dbz #prince of all saiyans #dragon ball z #dbs x reader #goku

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#dbs beerus #yandere dbz #dragon ball x reader #dragon ball super #dragon ball #dbs #dbs x reader #dbz #dragon ball super x reader #dragon ball z x y/n #dragon ball memes

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》 house of horrors.

(KINKTOBER SPECIAL)

goku black x zamasu x afab reader.

summary: a strange individual approaches you during a halloween party, and he's brought a friend with him.

warnings: minors do not interact, explicit content: dub-con: don't read if possibly triggering, coercion, objectification, public sex, alcohol consumption, threesome (mostly just the reader being used,) monster fucking if you squint, oral sex, overstimulation, possessive themes, implied kidnapping

word count: 3.2k

a/n: first time writing something like this? kind of hard to write something tame for these two... lmao. i wanted to do something for kinktober. turned out better than i expected. delivered to you hot off the press, straight from word.

A frat party: deafening music that rattles your eardrums. Lights swirl around in shades of orange, yellow, and red. Solo cups litter the floor, and the air reeks of marijuana. People adorn costumes of anything from a single devil-horned headband to full-blown outfits that had to have cost them an arm and a leg. You? You chose a black, corseted dress and a velvet cape with a hood. Dark makeup was meticulously drawn onto your face. Your friend had dragged you here under the pretense of getting drunk and having a good time, but you lost them upwards of an hour ago. You found yourself outside, sitting in a lawn chair that was about three days from death.

Scrolling on your phone, you heard scuffling in the grass. It was light, like it was your friend approaching. But, no; you looked up to see a tall man in a black gi, adorning a green earring. Black, spiky hair covered his head, and his eyes were dark and predatory. He looked eerily familiar, perhaps like someone you’d seen on television, but you couldn’t place him.

You cleared your throat. “Nice costume. Simple, but it’s scary.”

“Costume? Is that what you mortals call it?”

His voice had the faintest twinge of a British accent. Being a few drinks down you blinked at him, thinking it was all part of the act. “Uh, yeah. Sure.”

“Not one for parties like the rest of them?”

“No. Way too loud. Plus, my friend abandoned me, so that doesn’t help anything.”

The man chuckled under his breath, squatting down to be eye-to-eye with you. “I see. Mortals do have the tendency to abandon allies for their own interest. It’s not surprising.”

You cleared your throat again, trying to orient yourself. Trying to convince yourself that something was off about this man. “Who are you?”

“Me?” He scanned the area before lowering his voice. “I suppose you can call me Black.”

“Black?” You managed to laugh. “I guess it matches the costume.”

“There’s no costume at play here, mortal.” You looked into his eyes, and they showed no hint of amusement. No hint of sarcasm, humor, trickery – there was nothing. “I have a proposition for you.”

You leaned forward. “Okay?”

“My acquaintance and I are here, observing your kind.” Black said that with slight venom. You had the initial instinct to run, but the liquor in your system had you curious. “I think you’d be an especially nice one to investigate. What do you say?”

You checked your phone for a split second, seeing no messages from your friend. They didn’t even know you’d left the heart of the party. “What does... investigating entail?”

“Just a conversation.” He smirked, revealing unusually pointed canines. “Unless you’re interested in more.”

“More?”

With one look at your startled face, he burst out in a guttural laugh. “Fret not, dear. I’m in a rather good mood today. We won’t harm you. Just indulge us.”

You were about to ask before there was a bright flash. Within one blink, another person was standing in front of you. Well, person was a loose way to define him. Green skin, pointed ears, and strange clothing. White hair, and gray eyes that peered right into the deepest parts of your soul. In a way, he was scarier than Black. Much harder to read. He cooed, “this is the one?”

“Oh, yes.” Black eyed his acquaintance. “Pretty, is she not?”

“Perhaps.” The green-skinned being leaned forward. “Not the worst looking mortal. Strange attire. Does it have something to do with the human holiday?”

“Halloween? Yes.” Black stood up. “They dress up like demons and ghouls. I quite like it.”

“Hm.” The other one was still observing you. “Very well. I am Zamasu.”

“Za...ma...su.” You said that slowly. He teleported here, so you finally realized that they weren’t joking around. This wasn’t an act. There was something else going on. “Okay. Hi?”

They glanced at each other, then back at you. You felt like you were being examined – studied, for a purpose beyond you. And the dark of night wasn’t helping. Zamasu purred, “you don’t seem to be having fun here, mortal. How about you come with us?”

Your jaw didn’t move like you wanted it do. You’d always been told to avoid situations like this. To avoid strange people approaching you. But these weren’t people – these were something else. You cleared your throat. “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere private,” Black’s voice was honeyed, “so the other mortals don’t interrupt us. Besides, if they saw us, they would simply have to die. Gods aren’t supposed to be perceived by your kind.”

Zamasu smiled. “Let’s go, shall we?”

He held out his hand. You stared at him for a few seconds, body frozen in time. You were afraid, but at the same time, you were intrigued. Slowly you stood up, hand taking hesitant hold of his strangely cold palm. Then, everything blurred. Suddenly, you found yourself in the woods, with Zamasu and Black standing in front of you. You wobbled, stumbling right into Black’s chest. A laugh echoed through his body. “Heh. Did that startle you?”

You jumped backwards, adjusting your clothes. “Uh... I mean, yeah. What... was that?”

Zamasu stepped closer. “Teleportation, dear. You took that well. I’ve seen other mortals vomit afterward.”

“Yes. I suppose she does seem to have a healthy form.” Black towered over you. “What makes you so different?”

“Uh...?” Your hand was shaking ever so slightly. You backed up and bumped into something. You yelped, turning around to see that Zamasu was behind you.

“Going somewhere?” His hand reached out, tilting your chin upwards. “I wouldn’t do that. It’s rather disrespectful to deny the questions of a God.”

Your lip quivered. His skin was so cold. It sent goosebumps shooting down your back, and you heard Black step up behind you. “If she won’t tell us, then I suppose we’ll have to find out for ourselves.”

Zamasu looked up toward his partner. “A rather brazen idea. Of course you’d be the one to suggest something like that.”

“Don’t tell me it isn’t at least a little enticing to you.”

Zamasu rolled his eyes, turning them back to you. Silver gaze was still looking through you, and you felt scared. Afraid. But at the same time, the adrenaline in your body was running right to your core. He leaned toward you and whispered, “how would you feel about that, little one? Not that it matters to him, but I prefer to at least see how you’d feel.”

Having him so close, his scent filled your brain. He was pressing you against Black, and Black was holding you in place. Hand cupping your jaw, he smirked, humming to himself as your eyes searched his face. “I...”

“Don’t be shy, now,” Black growled from behind you. “There’s no judgment here if you’d like to have a little fun with strangers. It’s in your nature, is it not?”

“And we’d give you a better time than any other mortal could provide for you.” Zamasu’s charming smirk was cracking your façade. You tried to be stuck up and coy, but it wasn’t working. If they were Gods, they could probably read your mind. “Don’t you agree?”

You swallowed roughly, breath hitching in your throat. You stammered, “I... don’t disagree.”

“Ah, there she goes.” Black snickered behind you, leaning over your shoulder. “I knew she’d cave.”

“Because I’m more charming than you, perhaps.” Zamasu leaned closer. “He’s far too barbaric, especially with pretty girls like you.”

Black scoffed. Your heart jolted. “Pretty...?”

“Oh, yes. I’ll give credit where it’s due. Let us see.” He chuckled, brushing hair from your face. He leaned in for a kiss, taking you by surprise, but his body’s cool temperature mixing with your warmth was intoxicating. Something you’d never felt before. It made you shiver, and you couldn’t help but kiss back. You felt teeth sink into your neck, causing you to groan. Zamasu pulled back, eyes flickering to his partner. “Heh. She sounds as nice as she looks. You chose a good one this time.”

Black snorted. “You don’t have to tell me. I could tell by the way you were shoving your tongue down her throat.”

“Tch.” You were silent as Zamasu spat, “you’re the one that’s far too excited to have your way. You have no idea how to court a woman.”

Black bellowed a laugh. “I have no interest. You’re far too soft.”

Black spun you around and kissed you violently, pressing you past Zamasu and into a nearby tree. You clawed at his shirt, It was hard to breathe from the intensity of his actions, and you heard Zamasu scoff behind him. You almost couldn’t reciprocate. Black wasn’t there for taste. Black was there for the thrill of power. Hands grabbing at your skin, teeth biting your lip – by the time he pulled back, you were heaving for breath. Black chuckled and mused, “I could take you right now. But it seems my counterpart gets his turn this time. How disappointing.”

Turn? Your eyes flickered to Zamasu, who was staring at Black coldly with his arms crossed. “Good. At least you remembered our agreement.”

Black glared back at him. “I’d fight you for her if I wasn’t feeling so pleasant.”

“That would be unwise.”

Black barked out a laugh, backing away from you. Black said they were acquaintances, but they bickered far too much. Zamasu approached, pulling you into another kiss. His approach was much smoother, and his hand traveled up your thigh through the slit in your dress. Hesitantly, your arms folded around his neck, causing Black to scoff in disgust. You could feel jealousy radiating off him, and Zamasu seemed to be reveling in it.

As he made out with you, his gold fingers grazed along your underwear, making you suck in an exhale. But the way that he touched you in just the right spots, you didn’t deny him. It made him laugh. His finger slid underneath, sliding along your bare folds. He pulled back to coo, “You seem so hesitant, but your body denies you, hm? You’re more excited than you seem. Perhaps you’re one of those girls that... thinks about things akin to this? Who ponders being taken?”

Your head leaned back against the tree, and his cold fingers played with you. He leaned forward to whisper, “I bet you fantasize about being watched, too. Perhaps you like being under the predatory gaze of my counterpart, hm?”

Zamasu’s fingers pressed into you, causing you to whine. Never before had you felt such a cold sensation. He nipped at your ear, moving his fingers at a steady pace. He purred, “are you going to give me an answer, or will I have to be rough with you? I’ve no issue with brats, but I do enjoy being sweet from time to time.”

“I... do think about things like that,” you breathed out, legs shuddering ever so slightly from the stimulation. You felt Zamasu smile against your neck. “I... just... it seems so...”

“Sinful? I suppose.” His tongue flicked against your neck. Heat was building in your core. “We’re all sinners in some way, no?”

Black was pacing, like Zamasu’s slow approach was getting under his skin. Zamasu chuckled at it, fingers speeding up. You groaned, and Zamasu eyed his counterpart. “Suffering back there?”

“Shut up.”

He hummed before capturing you in another sweet kiss. It didn’t take long for you to squirm under his touch, and he kept you in that kiss while you came all over his fingers. He chuckled as he said, “that’s good.”

His fingers withdrew from you, and he stepped to the side only an inch. As you were reeling, you felt a tongue press against your folds, causing your eyes to snap open. Black was below you, devouring every ounce of slick he could gather. Zamasu was busy nibbling at your neck. You tried to tangle your fingers in Black’s hair, but he growled and smacked your hand away. Zamasu purred, “take no offense. He isn’t too fond of being touched.”

You whined in response, legs shuddering. You heard Black chuckle before he pulled back. “Tastes better than expected.”

“Hm? A compliment from you?” Zamasu smirks. “That’s a rarity. You should thank him.”

Black stood up as you stammered, “Thank... You.”

“Good.” Zamasu turned to his counterpart. “As we agreed, I’ll be taking her. You can either stand and brood or see if she’ll have you from the front. Perhaps she’ll oblige if you’re a little sweeter, no?”

Black mumbled to himself as Zamasu eased you onto your hands and knees. Luckily, the ground below you was moss, and you were far from anyone that could hear. He leaned over you, hands sliding down your sides. “You’re such coy creatures, Feigning modesty, but given the opportunity, you’d throw it all away for divine pleasure.”

Getting down on one knee, he slowly pulled up your dress, gathering it around your hips. Hands cradling your ass, he was quick to slide your panties off, throwing them somewhere in the dark. His fingers prodded your entrance as he observed you, pupils dilated. Black peered over his shoulder and mused, “I’m getting keener on fighting you for this opportunity. Look at that.”

Zamasu hissed, “I have the same disdain of mortals, but objectification is unsightly. It won’t get you anywhere.”

The malice in his voice startled both of you. Black resorted to leaning against a tree, arms crossed and pouting as Zamasu loosened his pants, sliding them down just enough to free his own erection. Fingers still prodding at you, he chuckled. “Oh, I’m going to have fun with you, sweetheart. Do relax. I’ll take care of you. Be grateful.”

“I... am.”

“Good.” His head prodded against you, making you shiver. A hand gripped your hip as he slid himself into you, and the stretch of his inhuman girth made you mewl. You couldn’t run; even with one arm, he was stronger than you. Yet, the way he hit every single inch of your walls – it made your eyes roll back in your head. Eyes flickering back, he had a malicious, hungry look on his face. Such a stark contrast to the charming, cunning look in his eyes just moments prior.

He gave you about fifteen seconds to adjust before he started moving his hips, making your chest collapse downwards. Your hips arched upwards, giving him a better angle to gain momentum. You could hear your own wetness squelching out of you, and Zamasu couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, this is heavenly. A perfect fit. Such a wonderful body to match a stunning face.”

You gasped out, “thank you,” as your body jerked with his thrusts. At the same time, your hair stood on end. The desire radiating from Black was undeniable. As you came undone on Zamasu’s inhuman cock, he rubbed your ass as he mused, “Perhaps you could pleasure my counterpart, dear? I’m afraid he's getting rather antsy.”

You looked back, eyes half-lidded. “H... How?”

Zamasu smiled, pace never faltering. “Use that lovely mouth of yours, darling.”

You were going to argue, but the thought of denying Zamasu tugged at your heartstrings for one reason or another. You managed to pick yourself back up and mumble, “I... can.”

“That’s a good girl.” Zamasu said that as Black got on one knee in front of you, already pumping his length. His, at least, seemed more human. But you doubted that he was. Black took your jaw in his hand and prodded his head against your lips.

“You’d better take it well.” Black said that as he pressed his length into your mouth. They were fucking you on both sides. He threw his head back, grinning in pleasure as your groans reverberated against him. “Oh, yes. Keep making her do that.”

Zamasu’s pace quickened, and the volume of your moans increased in turn. Black grabbed your hair to keep your head in place, causing Zamasu to glare. “Gentle.”

“Why should I?”

“Because I ordered you to.”

“But she feels far too good.”

Tears pricked at your eyes as they argued over you. Their pace didn’t slow as they bickered, either. Your walls tightened around Zamasu, making him grunt. “I... understand that. However...”

He never finished the statement. His hips snaps against you, which snaps your mouth toward Black. Their movements are perfectly in sync. Black growls animalistically, looking down at you with crazed eyes. “Yes, yes! That’s it.”

He roared as he came into your mouth. He was quick to slip himself out, holding your jaw shut. He rasped, “Swallow, or I’m going to do it again, mortal.”

You used every muscle in your body to swallow. His thumb pried your mouth open, looking inside. With a satisfied grin, he pulled his pants back up and stood up. He strolled back to his post at the tree, and your moans began spilling into the air instead. Zamasu’s stamina was incredible. Looking back, there was sweat rolling down his forehead. He looked blissed out, an angelic smile on his face.

“Lovely, lovely.” He cooed, hands on your hips with a bruising grip. “Just a little more, darling.”

Your thoughts were a mess at this point. Your body felt like it was full of electricity, and you found yourself with a smile on your face. Was it pleasure born, or were you genuinely enjoying this? Perhaps both? Yes, both.

Then, with a grunt, Zamasu’s hips snapped against your own, and he came with an uncharacteristic growl. He slowed to a stop, taking a matter of seconds to catch his breath. Keeping himself inside, he pulled you upwards by your shoulders, holding you against him like a doll. Your head leans against his shoulder as he strokes your sides and your thighs. From behind, Black sneers, “What’s the matter with you?”

Zamasu hums, “I could ask you the same.”

“So gentle toward a mortal. This stands against everything we’re striving toward!”

“Hm.” His fingers brush against your cheeks. “But, I like this one.”

“You’re just in a pleasure-filled stupor.” Black steps forward. “We should get rid of her.”

“Absolutely not. ”Your eyes opened a sliver, and Zamasu looks at you with a sweet smile. He looks back to his counterpart. “I’d like to keep this one.”

“What?” Black’s lip twitched. “That’s ludicrous!”

Zamasu withdraws himself from you, standing you up with him. He straightens out your clothes as if you were a doll, and then picks you up. He stares at you dotingly. “Then, she’ll be my responsibility. You won’t even need to acknowledge her existence.”

“You cannot just keep a mortal!”

“You’re the one who insists on studying them. What’s the problem in keeping one as a pet?”

Black stammers, not responding. He scoffs, turning around. “Whatever. But I’m not taking care of it.”

“Certainly. I chose her, after all.”

“I chose her, for one.” Black eyes you both with disdain. “But I suppose keeping one around isn’t the worst idea in the universe.”

Zamasu adjusts you in his arms, making a pleased noise. You’re almost limp, unable to comprehend the situation at hand. They walk forward, and in a flash, teleported, taking you with them.

#mdni #kinktober #smut #goku black x reader #zamasu x reader #goku black x zamasu x reader #dbz #dbs #dbz x reader #dbs x reader #x reader

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teenandbeyond · 1 year

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Hi may I request some headcannons of Piccolo with a shy s/o? Mainly shy/nervous around strangers I guess.

Piccolo x Shy. Reader Headcannons

This was a relaxing request, especially since I've been getting double requests since I got back xD

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Mimosa Pudica (DBS)

Warning(s): None

Piccolo was quite happy keeping you to himself, but his family had to meet you at some point...sigh...

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When you saw Piccolo for the first time...

You were in awe, to say the least

During one of the most chaotic nights of your life, rain pours down on you, both literally and metaphorically

And there he is, breaking through the pressure of it all like nothing.

"Beautiful..." you whispered.

Before he could respond, you squeaked in embarrassment, hiding behind your hands. Happy he didn't hear you over the thundering rain.

Well...you thought he didn't, anyway.

There weren't any words exchanged that night...

You found yourself returning to that same spot a few days later, early in the morning

You weren't being creepy...

You just...

You were curious about such a unique being

They were unlike anyone you've seen on this planet and you liked it

You watched, stunned as he moved through the air, punching and kicking

You couldn't look away until you practically shrieked when you heard a voice next to you

You looked around, but nothing.

Until you met his eyes.

'Why are you watching me?'

'A-Are you in my head?'

That was the beginning.

Day by day, you slowly warmed up to each other.

You showed him your human ways

He showed you how to protect yourself and have mindfulness over your thoughts

You showed him what it was like to love someone deeply

And he showed you loyalty like no other

Your connection grew so deep

You didn't need physical relations to build it

Your feelings were the base

Your words the structure

Your clasped hands; the walls

And your chaste kisses completed the home

But his peace didn't last long

His family was getting curious about who Piccolo finally met

And oh dear, when you met them.

You could only peek out from behind Piccolo

"[Name] is so cute!"

"H-hi..."

And all of them being loud didn't really help, it was overwhelming to someone like you who needed a calmer approach.

It took a few times until you got comfortable enough to part from Piccolo around them.

Although Piccolo would admit internally that he actually quite liked when you looked to him for comfort.

And he somehow found it cute when you got shy about showing him or telling him things.

Or when your body gets hot from the simplest forms of skin contact.

He likes your softness, he's had a rough life, so it's refreshing.

He likes the simplicity of you in a life full of complexity.

He didn't know he needed you in his life until he had you and now...

He didn't know if he couldn't go back to a life without you in it.

You were his Mimosa Pudica.

#piccolo x reader #piccolo romance #piccolo dbz #piccolo fluff #piccolo #dbs #dbs fluff #dbs x reader #dbz x reader #dbz fluff

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witchofcustom · 2 years

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Omg I wonder if you could do some Hit x reader? : 0 I'm starving for his content 😭

YES I AM WILLING TO DO SO! I love Hit, he’s my favorite character introduced in Super.

Hit General Relationship Headcanons

CW: None!

-While seemingly impossible, Hit does have a soft heart under his cold exterior.

-He would be particularly fond of someone who was more cheery, contrasting his normally dark self, but he wouldn’t mind someone more similar to him.

-Dating Hit can sometimes be a bit difficult, mostly because he tends to disappear from time to time, but he’ll do his best to let you know before he heads out.

-He’d rather you stay away from his job, not wanting to risk you getting hurt. However he’ll be more than willing to spar with you, even if he has to hold back due to his normally overwhelming strength.

“Hmph… You’re pretty good…”

-Don’t expect dates in the traditional sense, but he does enjoy giving you gifts and going on walks (usually late at night).

-Even if he’s a bit awkward, Hit loves you very much and will do everything to keep you safe. 💜

#hit #hit X reader #DBS X reader #dragon ball x reader #dragon ball super X reader #db x reader #hit dragon ball #my writing

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geekedoutbunny · 1 year

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May I get some headcanons of piccolo with a reader that's got social anxiety pls

Piccolo x Reader Headcanon - Comforting Love

OH YAY!!! MY FIRST PICCOLO ASK!!! He'd be the best man for this situation, he should become a therapist. THANK YOU!!! For sending in this request, I'll try to give this fic justice, hopefully, it's to your liking!!

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Piccolo was a comforting being to be around, he was so calm and relaxing, he didn't speak much but he always spoke louder with his actions. Piccolo was a man of silence and maturity. He didn't joke around a lot and he didn't smile much either. He was the stronghold for both of you, he helped keep you in line.

You, on the other hand, were a bit of a shy person, you rather him do all the talking for you instead. You were the chirpier one too, more lively and smiley than he was, you enjoyed expressing your emotions through laughter but also through quiet gestures as well. So you were both the best matchup!!

In the mornings, Piccolo was usually the one to awaken you, he didn't sleep as hard as humans did, he was usually in a meditative state, so he was always the one to wake you up. Piccolo however didn't cook, he didn't know how, but he was willing to learn.

At breakfast he didn't eat, only water would do, and he could eat if he wanted to, but he need very water vegetables like Broccoli and Cabbage, even Brussels sprouts worked, but he didn't have any of them cooked. He preferred it all raw, with more water intake. Most times, however, he just preferred a glass of water.

After breakfast, he'll do all the cleaning while you go take a shower, he'd usually clean the dishes rather fast and then he'd get started on chores around the house, so it was rare for you to do many chores. The only time you did, was when he was out saving the world. Sometimes you'd take a quick shower and you were able to help with the cleanup and chores.

In the afternoon, Gohan and Videl would come by to either drop off Pan or would just come to visit. It was always full of laughter when they did. Most times it was to drop off Pan, and just like that, you both have to play 'Parent'. Piccolo was usually the one to take care of Pan, he was very good with children. You were too, but you'd always have an anxiety attack, thinking that you messed something up. Your social anxiety was rather intense.

You'd usually have one when you were around a bunch of people you weren't familiar with or were with too many people, there was sometimes no in-between. When this happens, he'd immediately take you away from what was causing your panic attack. If he didn't notice, then you'd pull on his cap, and usually wouldn't let go until he got the hint, which never took long.

If you were close to your home then he'd bring you to your bedroom, and he just silently cuddles you until you were better. He wasn't good with words, but he was good at acting. He'd rub your head, and pat your back, he'll even sometimes rock you. If you guys were far from home, then he'd take you to a secluded place, and he'll do the same. Floating in the air with his legs crossed, he'd hold you in his lap, and he'll do the same gestures.

At lunch, he'd be playing with Pan or out training her, while you'll cook for both of you and Pan. Piccolo doesn't eat much, he usually only eats once or twice a month. So you just had to cook for two, and luckily Pan had a normal appetite.

After lunch, Pan would either go down for a nap or would watch TV, she liked to relax after she ate. You and Piccolo would clean up the kitchen and finish any new messes within the house. It was rare when there was, as Piccolo wasn't a messy person, and neither was Pan. So you'd usually cuddle on the couch with Pan while Piccolo would meditate outside.

In the evening, Pan would go home. Gohan and Videl would come and get her, saying their thanks and leaving you and Piccolo alone for the night. It was rare when you ate dinner honestly. You'd usually just fill up on snacks, Piccolo didn't always feel like cleaning and neither did you. So snacks it was.

At dinner, if you cooked, then you'd usually eat alone while Piccolo would either be on the couch watching his favorite show, or he'd go take a shower. It was rare when he sat at the table with you. You enjoyed his silent company.

After dinner, it was straight to bed for you. You liked to cuddle before you went to sleep, his calming presence helped calm you down, his head and back rubs were the best, and his hugs always felt so fulfilling. Once you were asleep, he'd take his meditative position, shitting down for the night as well.

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