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Flufftober 2024: Day 18

Brassius x Reader; Mistletoe Shenanigans

You weren't entirely sure why Brassius had pulled you along for a party, it wasn't like you were someone important. Just another Trainer in Paldea that wasn't associated with the school or Gym Leaders. But apparently that didn't matter to him or anyone else at the party as you were being shown around on Brassius' arm.

It didn't make a lick of sense, especially with the number of top Trainers in the room.

"Oh, [Name]." A woman with long green hair pulled back into a slick ponytail walked up, "Come here a minute."

"Uh, sure." You hesitated a little but followed, "What's this about?"

"Oh just a little party game La Primera wanted to try." She waved a hand dismissively, "It won't take more than a couple seconds to get everyone ready for it."

"Couples against each other type thing? Sounds fun."

"Glad to see that crazy artist found a free spirit with a good head on their shoulders." She smiled sharply over her shoulder at you, "Course you seem to roll with the punches more than anything else."

"Yeah, it's just easier to let things pass. Deal with the problems afterward, ya know?"

She tossed her head back with a laugh, opening a door with a small handful of other people just standing there. Everyone seemed to be waiting for further instructions, whatever they may be. Though you weren't left waiting for long as simple headbands were passed around. The name of the game was botany identification, every headband had a different kind of tiny berry on it. It seemed wildly unfair to have you here, Brassius tended plants like this for fun after all.

But you were completely wrong. About everything.

While Brassius was the only one to guess the branch correctly, it was specifically given to you because it was mistletoe. This whole thing was planned for Brassius to show off his muse and be outed as an official couple. You only half-submitted to the soft peck on the lips in front of everyone, a little embarrassed to be fooled so thoroughly.

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Flufftober 2024: Day 17

Bardock x Reader; Going shopping together

"What do you even need all this junk for?" Bardock groaned, accepting another armful of shopping bags, "Don't you have enough of these silly things?"

"They're limited edition Bardock." You shook your head, "And these 'silly things' are food. A less necessary type of food but still edible."

"If you say so." He grunted, "But it still seems like too much."

"We're hosting a party honey, we need a little extra because we're inviting a lot of people over."

"Why though?"

You sighed heavily, "I thought Saiyans were sociable."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He growled, "I am plenty soci- soci-, whatever that word was."

"Your son is friendlier and less trouble than you when it comes to guests and parties."

"You leave Kakkarot out of this!" He huffed as he marched after you, "My son has been on this planet longer than I have."

"That's my point." You turned to the next store, "You could do with a better attitude about how things work around here."

Bardock grumbled, unable to enter the store with so many bags in his arms. He hated to admit to it, but you were right; to a degree. Didn't make it any less annoying when you walked out with another set of bags to add to his collection. But at least this was it, and he only had to worry about you clinging to him as he flew off for home.

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Flufftober 2024: Day 16

Jasper x Reader; Making Decorations/Putting up decorations together

"So what am I supposed to do?" Jasper held out the band of paper rings, "What color comes next?"

"Hm?" You glanced over, "Oh uh, just don't let the colors repeat. The order of them doesn't matter."

Turning her blank expression to the strips of paper in front of her, Jasper froze. She didn't do well with these non-orders you kept giving her. Structure, order, direct instructions; these made sense to Jasper, these were the things she wanted. But she did enjoy the freedoms of not having to do things she didn't want to do.

If only she knew what she wanted to do.

But she sat like that for nearly three hours while you worked on other decorations. Struggling to pick a next color in the chain until you started adding to it on one end. To which she just copied whatever color you choose and attaching it to the other end. It wasn't exactly what you had in mind, but it would do.

And yet, once you started actually decorating; what you thought would be the hardest part with communication, became the easiest thing in the world. It was like Jasper was itching to show off. To show how good she was at listening to what you wanted. You suggested even a millimeter difference and it was done to perfection.

Though jasper wasn't the best at shapeshifting, she openly scoffed at the idea of needing a ladder to string lights and the ring chains from the ceiling. Stretching her already long legs a bit to reach. There wasn't anything she wouldn't try if it meant earning your approval.

Even if she didn't understand what a hug was...

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Flufftober 2024: Day 15

Ganondorf x Reader; Playing with each other's hair/ doing each other's makeup

To say you were nervous about your first evening as Ganondorf's escort was an understatement. While you were technically a queen, you didn't have a drop of noble blood in your veins. And the idea that he would discard you for a 'true queen' had lodged itself in the back of your mind ever since he warned you about continuing to perform favors for other small tribes across the desert.

But at the moment your nerves were more focused on being naked in front of him. The thought of being dressed down at your most vulnerable moment was haunting and daunting. Especially as you waited with baited breath for your husband to enter the bathing chambers.

And by the Goddess Hylia did he make an entrance. A towering mass of muscles and flowing fiery hair down to his waist. Your heart couldn't bear to look further down than that however, turning to hide how flushed your face was. Almost a perfect match for his hair.

"Coming my jewel?" The hand across your back was warm and gentle, it was difficult to imagine it as the same hand that wielded a sword with such ferocity that your village had surrendered before a fight could even begin, "The water will cool if we wait too long."

"Oh- Of course!" You squeaked, "I- I just-"

The soft, haughty laughter rumbling from your husband caused your blush to worsen as you trotted along, slightly behind him for the sheer length of his stride. Yet he settled into the water calmly, extending his hand to you and remaining gentle as before. Leading you into the hot water before pulling you into his lap to soak.

Minutes ticked by like hours as you attempted to steady your nerves. Between the warmth of the water and heat radiating off Ganondorf, you were not going to shiver from the cold. And yet you couldn't bring yourself to relax in the slightest. Worries about later tonight kept clouding your mind.

At least until you felt a mass of warm water pouring over your head. Twisting around to see where the water came from, you were met with the smoldering gaze of Ganondorf. There wasn't anything malicious or mischievous about the look on his face, perhaps something seductive; but definitely with an air of smugness, maybe he knew what was going through your mind. The internal struggle you were facing.

"I know this is quite a lot to become accustomed to all at once, my jewel." His voice was so much softer than before, as if he'd been testing his volume and tone this whole time, "But it is customary for a wedded couple to assist each other with bathing."

"O-Oh, right!" You turned away again, not sure you could handle how much you seemed to be blushing, "I... I, uh."

"Though you will likely have to stand in this tub to be able to help me." He sighed, "And I wouldn't want to push you beyond your limits, my jewel. It wouldn't do to force you into being uncomfortable after all."

You could barely nod in agreement, your voice failing you spectacularly. But it was a little less unnerving, thinking about tonight. For as brutal as Ganondorf was propped up to be, he was holding up his word like an honorable man. At least, you felt as if he was making an attempt.

But that was a mute point as he poured another large tub of water over your head. The way his large fingers wormed their way into your hair, massaging your scalp, was relaxing in its way. The intense lather fell down your face like thick clouds, leaving you with no other option than to shut your eyes tightly to avoid any problems. And forced you to realize how intimate this was, the level of trust needed to allow this to happen.

It was somewhat exhilerating.

Though once it was your turn, Ganondorf sunk lower into the tub, setting you in the ledge he had been sitting on moments before. Handing over the tools he himself had been using and fully turning his back to you. Maybe this was the truly daunting task you were to face after all.

But you weren't one to back down after someone gave you their trust so willingly. Lifting the bucket he used was a laborious task by itself, and that was a half-full bucket. But you managed, working through the bemused chuckling of your husband and his extremely thick hair.

Every time you thought you'd reached his scalp, there was another layer of hair. All tangled and curly, several stray stands came loose just with you combing your fingers through. And just as your fingers reached the base of his head of hair, Ganondorf leaned back. He all but pinned you as he relaxed at your touch. You had the opportunity of a lifetime, a chance to do what no one else could even hope to do.

But then you remembered how he was treating you. All thought of betrayal left your mind.

Instead, you worked up a lather, trying to coat the burning red locks without pulling more of his hair out. Listening to the soft grunts as you all but lulled Ganondorf to sleep.

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Flufftober 2024: Day 14

Android 16 x Reader; "Aren't you tired of..." "No..."

This was getting ridiculous, how many times were you going to end up on your back? You were supposed to be learning how to defend yourself, but all you were doing was falling repeatedly with no means of catching yourself. It was embarrassing to be the only Z Fighter who needed a body guard. You used to win martial arts tournaments, before that clown took over. And now you could barely spar with Goku and Vegeta's children.

While your darling teddy bear of a lover did his best to comfort you. If only he knew how it really affected you to be told you were doing just fine by someone who was literally made of metal. It was easy to downplay someone's short comings when you were impervious to most forms of combat.

Making matters worse was how protective he could be, how often he ran to your rescue simply because you couldn't handle a situation by yourself. But you couldn't very well tell him about this, not without blowing up at him for something that was entirely your own fault. But you couldn't avoid him forever. Especially as you walked into the bathroom for the first aid kit. 16 tailing you with the same concerned look he always gave after your training sessions.

"You shouldn't be pushing yourself so hard." He gently took the roll of bandages from you, "It isn't good for your health."

"Neither is being smacked aside with one punch in every fight and sparring match I've been in for the last few years but here we are." You sighed, holding out your arm for 16, "Besides, I just haven't been able to improve to save my life."

His soft gaze was too much to look at, intently focused on your injuries and tending them.

"Perhaps you should consider the possibility to not join every altercation then." He rubbed the newly wrapped area, "If only to avoid injuries and pain."

"That's easy for you to say." You muttered under your breath.

"What's that dearest?"

"Nothing." You paused for a beat, "Its just... Aren't you tired of me running to you with all my problems like a scared little brat?"

"Put simply; no." 16 frowned at such a notion, "I'm honored you trust me so much that I'm the person you turn to for comfort and support. I wouldn't have it any other way [Name]."

You couldn't help but wilt under his unwavering wholesomeness, just feeling guilty as he kept checking you over for injuries. Trying as hard as you could to keep from crying, the pain was nothing compared to the humiliation you felt. But for as clueless as 16 could be when it came to emotions, he was getting better at it.

Tilting your chin to face him as gently as possible, "[Name], you know I don't think less of you for not being able to continue fighting. Don't you?"

"Y-yeah." You tried to keep the sound of sniveling out of your voice, "I just, fighting was all I was good at. The only reason I was able to make this far, to meet you in the first place; was because I could fight."

"And that's all well and good." 16 nodded, "But I would rather you remain in one piece from now on. I hate seeing you injured and upset."

You sat there, pouting because you didn't have a good response. All you could do was let 16 do what he was doing and sit there.

"[Name], I worry about you. I don't want to think about losing you before your time." He sighed, "It will be difficult enough to face that when time comes. And I'd rather delay it as much as possible."

"I know." You whined, "But-"

"Your skills shouldn't define you." He asserted, "You have built a life of kindness, empathy, and standing for what you believe is right. And I will do everything in my power to see that through. But I can't do so if I lose you. I love you [Name]."

Looking up at him with the biggest, intentional puppy eyes nearly broke the poor android. He might have 'won' the conversation, but you were far too adorable for him to be able to say no to you. Though it would be easier to monitor your future training... something he should have thought of long before now.

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Flufftober 2024: Day 13

Kisame Hoshigaki x Reader; "It's always been you."

Ever since Kisame left the Hidden Leaf Village, being run off from that Ninetails brat by Jiraiya of the Sanin; there has been this burning sensation. As if someone has been following him, watching him. No matter where he turned, the feeling didn't disappear. There seemed to be nothing he could do about it, no way for him to sniff out the source of this discomfort.

"Maybe you're just feeling haunted." Itachi scoffed, "All the people you've wronged over the years."

"And where does that leave you then?" Kisame sneered, "You're hands aren't exactly the cleanest, Itachi."

"Just a suggestion. Given how you keep looking over your shoulder every five seconds."

Turning with a sharp grunt, Kisame left the confines of the hideout. Anything to avoid the smarmy, judgmental snark his "partner" was throwing his way. Even if it meant donning a disguise and entering the Village; Kisame was more than prepared to defend himself if the need arose.

And just as he thought, the burning feeling of being observed followed him throughout the small village nearby. Nothing he did, nowhere he went seemed safe. And so he did the only thing he knew to do in such a situation; find an advantageous position.

Or make one.

Thankfully, there was just such a spot on the other side of the village, near the cemetery. There he would have the perfect spot to dispose of whoever, or whatever was currently stalking him. Standing under the lone tree, Samehada perched against the trunk; Kisame's eyes scanned the immediate area for any tiny movement .Either from the wind...

Or from something more tangible...

"Show yourself." Kisame growled, one hand instantly on Samehada's hilt, "And I might make your death half pleasant."

"That's no way to treat an old friend, now is it Kisa?"

Turning completely, Kiasme's eyes widened. It was like looking back in time; you were the last person he would ever dare to run into again. The only person he'd ever truly been bested by before he left his home Village. He had planned his coop and escape strictly while you were on mission.

So how had you tracked him?

"What are you doing here?" He hefted Samehada over his shoulder, ready to strike, "Don't tell me they sent you to bring me in."

"No, no one knows I'm here." You stepped forward, unfettered and unarmed, "Except you, and few travelling merchants I suppose."

"Cut the crap [Name]. What do you want?"

"You." Kisame's grip tightened in spite of Samehada's protest, "Specifically to tell you something."

"Spit it out then!" His fear was very thinly veiled as he shifted backward, never in his life would he admit to it. Claiming it to be a strictly defensive measure.

"You trying to run off again?" You frowned, "Like last time? Before I can even say the first word?"

"Spit. It. Out. [Name]." He snapped, "I won't ask again."

Exhaling deeply, you turned to the side, "I love you."

"Co- Come again?"

"I love you. I want to be with you, romantically, sexually, even if I lose part of myself, my humanity." You looked at him, "It's always been you. I thought; back then, that you ran off because you were afraid of being close. But I'm not. I want to be close with you Kisame Hoshigaki."

This was... quite the development. But Kisame would be foolish to turn you down, especially now. Though he couldn't tell you he felt the same. Not yet at least, he wasn't used to being a couple after all. His expertise was in lone sharking his way through life.

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Flufftober 2024: Day 11

Eraserhead (Shota Aizawa) x Reader; "You're the only person I could ever see myself with."

"Yeah, yeah." Hizashi waved you into the apartment he shared with Shota, "He's been doing a little better but his temp hasn't gone down in a couple hours. I hate to ask, but I'm pretty sure you're the only person he would trust to watch over him like this [Name]."

"Knowing Shota, he'll be out all day." You smirked, "But I'm happy to help."

Stepping into the living room, you saw exactly where Shota decided to crash for the foreseeable future. Not that the couch was inherently a bad decision, but you knew all too well that he would be complaining about his bad back as soon as he felt better. Or once he woke up, which ever came first.

A broken arm didn't make him fully incapacitated after all, just cranky and knocked out with heavy pain killers. Besides, this was a favor for Hizashi to make sure Shota didn't hurt himself further or burn the skillets again trying to cook. That had been quite the learning experience.

But for now, you just had to keep the dark-haired man from further injury.

Groaning groggily, Shota cast a bleary eye around the apartment. He heard footsteps around the apartment but didn't quite know who's they were. His first instinct was that it had to be Hizashi, but judging by the sunlight streaming in through the windows; Hizashi wouldn't be here.

But that didn't stop the footsteps from happening, just made it clear that whoever was currently in the apartment likely wasn't supposed to be there.

And he was going to put a stop to it.

You were just tidying up a little, putting dishes away after having run the dishwasher. Between Hizashi's 3 jobs and Shota's "I'll get to it later" attitude, it was a miracle these two had a half decent apartment in the first place. Though you wee stopped in your tracks by a familiar capture weapon.

"Just what do you think you're-"

"[Name]?" Shota stopped, the capture tape slackening, "What are you doing here?"

"Making sure you don't make your arm worse." You tugged the capture tape away from him with little resistance, "Zashi asked for a favor since last time you nearly burnt the whole apartment down."

"Very funny." He rolled his eyes, "But why didn't you make your presence known?"

"You were asleep."

"You could have poked me awake."

"I'm not dealing with a grouch who broke his arm, thank you very much. I quite like the peace of not being snapped on by someone who can't even bring himself to sleep in a bed properly."

"I sleep in a bed properly!" Shota defended himself, "It's just the couch was more convenient."

"I meant how you pass out all over the place in your sleeping bag but go off I guess."

He had to shut up at that. Turning away to hide the color rising in his face. If there was one thing Shota liked about you, it was the way you could argue with him without getting offended. He would never admit to that, nor his crush on you. Mostly for fear of being rejected and the fact that he had, numerous times, denied even wanting to be in a relationship that wasn't platonic. But here he was, once again faced with how much he genuinely wanted the company of someone other than himself.

Meanwhile you were just trying to get him to relax and half shoving him back into the living room.

"C'mon Shota, you need to take your meds before the pain settles in again."

Huffing, "Alright, alright. I'm going."

Even though you sat with him until the pain killers took effect, Shota didn't seem to have a clue who you were once his eyes drooped. Whatever was in these had to be strong for it to have such a profound effect on anyone.

But you wandered off anyways, doing what you could to keep from being bored. At least for a little while, you weren't going to go out of your way to clean their whole apartment after all. So after a little while you sat back and played on your phone, trying not to make too much noise as you kept an eye on Shota.

He was falling in and out of consciousness, slurring his words and spouting nonsense when he did manage to form a coherent sentence. So you learned to pay him no heed as you continued to poke at your phone. Only half paying attention in case Shota actually needed something.

"Hey, hey [Name]."

"Hm?" You didn't even look over at him, convinced that you were about to hear either the most random thing ever, or syllables slurred so horrendously that even a drunk couldn't understand it.

"You're the only person I could ever see myself with." He murmured, "Like Idunnoevenknowwhoelseitcouldbe. I juss. Yanno?"

"I uh, can't say that I do know." You side-eyed him as covertly as you could, "Considering this is the first time you've ever brought it up and all."

"Well iss true so there."

"I'll take your word for it Shota."

Though you really wished you'd thought to record this, there was no way he'd admit to saying something like that. And that was something he really shouldn't be able to live down, at least not for a while.

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Flufftober 2024: Day 10

Tyrian Callows x Reader; Case of Mistaken Identity

"Well, your fever has gone down," Salem was nearly cooing as she straightened up, "But you are likely going to continue feeling off. You should rest, [Name]. Only attempt to make your way to today's meeting if you truly feel like you can stand without falling."

"Yes ma'am." You coughed into your arm, "I'll do what I can."

She nodded and retreated, leaving you to recover on your own. Everyone in the castle was fully aware and fully creeped out by how soft Salem was being with you. Treating you as if you were her own child for simply falling ill. It was almost like she craved having someone to look after.

Not like anyone was going to call out Salem herself for any of this, but it certainly made Tyrian ecstatic. As if he was getting express permission to date you, to openly care about you because the person he worshiped was doing so. And doing so exceptionally tenderly.

Though you were a little wobbly on your way to the meeting room, you still made it without falling over. And made it on time at that. Even if your vision was a little blurry. You managed to wobble to your seat. A seat that was usually right next to Tyrian.

So naturally you didn't bother checking before leaning on the shoulder of the occupant, pulling his arm into your lap.

As much as Watts wanted to roughly shove you off, the absolute heat radiating off Salem wouldn't allow for it. Instead, he would have to use a... gentler approach.

"[Name], you have the wrong person." He pushed you off his arm as gently as he could muster, "Your, ahem, boyfriend is across the table."

Scrambling off him as quickly as you could, you muttered hurried apologies as you straightened up in your chair. Locking eyes with Tyrian from across the table for a brief moment before he turned to shoot daggers at Watts again. As if to help ease your embarrassment, Hazel offered to swap seats with you.

Tyrian instinctively stretching out his tail for you to hold as you settled into your seat. Offering his own arm as "sacrifice" once you were properly seated. No one made his dear, sweet [Name] feel awkward. Especially whilst you were sick, even if you were starting to recover properly.

Not even Salem could bring herself to be cruel to someone in need of care. And Tyrian would hold that over Watts' head for as long as humanly possible.

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Kinktober 2024: Day 8

All Might (Toshinori Yagi) x Reader; Pec/Breast Fucking

All Might couldn’t help his nerves, even in his small form he was quite heavy and capable of hurting you if something went wrong. And yet the idea of cumming all over your chest left him weak in the knees. He wasn't sure if there was a way to make tonight safer, but that wasn't something that ever deterred Toshinori before.

However, you had quite a different predicament. Attempting to pick out the perfect lingerie or bra to push your chest up, something that would make your cleavage so obvious and tempting for your lover. Knowing how nervous he would be, any kind of taking his mind off the risk was more than needed.

You weren't expecting him home so soon, still trying on the skimpier lingerie as he froze in the doorway. As soon as you noticed, you were both frozen in place, Toshi's eyes wandering your nude form and seconds away from a coughing fit. Though you were just a blushing mess, not sure what to cover up first. Especially since you weren't so sure this outfit looked good on you.

Yet Toshinori did eventually shuffle forward, attempting to speak and barely getting a few sparse noises. Doing everything he could to wordlessly convince you to uncover your body. In his mind, you were more than perfect, especially given how skeletally thin he was. There was no feasible way that you were anything less than perfect.

You were reluctant to move your arms even as he tugged gently. A strangled noise escaping him, sounding like a plea while he half-loomed over you. It made for a very awkward feeling as you exposed your nude body. Silently asking his opinion as you relaxed.

And you were not left wondering as Toshinori scooped you up, toting you the short distance to your shared bed. He still wanted to keep things vanilla, but knew what he promised.

Taking his time as he kissed along your body. Doing everything in his power to make sure you knew how much he adored you. Trailing himself over you like a vine snaking up your body. Climbing over you carefully as he pinned you to the bed. Not leaving a single inch of your skin untouched or unkissed.

He would show you what the number one Hero was capable of.

Adoring the soft moans and groans escaping your throat as he caressed, Toshinori grew a little more bold in prepping you for the evening. Nipping and then biting at your neck as he lowered himself back down your naked form, leaving several light marks on every part of you that he could reach.

You could just barely reach around between the two of you, your fingertips stroking his mostly hardened cock. Causing him to shiver and reflexively buck up, hitting your hips abruptly and pushing his cock right into your hand. Toshi's whole frame shook as you took and stroke the length of his cock slowly, relishing in every little twitch and hissed groan. His attempts to return the favor were all but stopped as the tip of his cock began leaking.

And before you could think, he had your arms up over your head, pinned in one of his large hands. The almost hungry look in his eye left you shivering and excited. But he couldn't very well disappoint you now, as he positioned himself over you. Showing you precisely what would be trapped between your bra between your cleavage.

He moved slowly at first, trying to figure out a rhythm that wouldn't hurt either of you. But as you kept teasing him, looking up at him with that doe-eyed, lustful expression that he just couldn't resist; he found that he had much less control over the situation than he wanted.

Not that it stopped him from dragging his erect penis along your cleavage, gently pushing your tits together around his hardened member. You tried to stay still, to hold onto him in some way, but he had your arms pinned. Every ounce of self-control being put to the test as he wanted to satisfy you, but he knew he would finish soon.

But it felt too good to stop now.

With a deep puff of your name, Toshi fell forward. Faced with his cum splattered across the lower part of your face, your neck and chin. The look of surprise followed by an adorable giggle was not helping matters.

Not like the night had to end just yet though...

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May I please request headcanons for Light, L, and Matsuda reacting to their pregnant girlfriend (who’s a detective) kicking major ass and arresting a suspect?

Ooooooh, fun!

He is seething, who let you out of the precinct?

If he knew he was clear, he would use the Death Note to avoid you getting into danger or having to fight at all

But he is a little turned on by you man-handling the suspect

Refuses to admit that he even remotely thought about cheering when you pinned the suspect

Over-protective as hell after you can get away from the situation

Has checked you over a hundred times over, insisted on an intimate bubble bath so he could "innocently" check you over

Doesn't want to stress you out anymore than things already have, but he is fuming with a rant about being careful (he doesn't know you heard him)

Spends the next week fussing over you and doing his best angry bear impression at anyone who comes within a foot of you (except his own family)

Surprise ninja has entered the chat

He cannot, will not stand on the sidelines while you try to handle this situation on your own

Does everything he can to let you get away from the suspect, but refuses to actually order you to get away

Is very grateful that you can handle your own fights, but would rather you didn't do so whilst pregnant

But he too spends a week trying to pamper you and make sure nothing went serious awry

Giving you as many treats and massages as he can because he doesn't want to admit that he is checking you over for lasting bruises/injuries

Cuddle Monster mode activated (when in private)

He is frozen in place and hooping you're okay

His heart can't take how much danger you're in right now

Made worse by you being pregnant, he is far too nervous to handle this situation well

He just wants to keep you safe and you flipping a grown man over your shoulder is not safe

As soon as the guy is dealt with, he is rushing over and checking you over for injuries

He refuses to leave your side for anything after this, he will not let you endanger yourself like that again

Though he will be telling this story at parties and after the child is born with an awkward chuckle

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Whumptober 2024: Day 12

Jet x Reader; "How dare you come to me now?"

This had to be one of the worst bounties Jet had ever been part of. His whole crew was five seconds away from snapping on each others and it was all because his lover, his life partner, had swooped in last second to claim the bounty they'd been working for the past month. It wasn't your fault, nor did you have any idea that he was on the case before you caught the guy.

And Jet tried his best to swallow the lump in his throat as he nodded at you to take the bounty. But now it left the sourest taste in his mouth. After all, he had been running this case for so long.

You however, were just nervous to even talk to Jet at all. The news outlets were covering the incident, damn near rubbing the fact that you caught the guy in everyone's face. And you were certain Jet was seeing this, that it would spoil his mood.

But you couldn't hide forever, not if you were actually serious about dating Jet. So you decided to call him before you left for your next destination.

"Hello." Jet answered nearly instantly, "Is something wrong?"

"Uh, no." Your face fell, "I just wanted to talk with you before I left. I'm gonna be over by Ganymede. I know you don't like going out that way so I at least wanted to talk before that."

He hummed, not even bothering to look at the screen. You didn't know what to say or do, but this wasn't fair.

"Why won't you look at me?"

"I'm just busy. I gotta go."

"Jet!"

"What?" His eyes snapped to you, anger filled his face, "What do you want?"

Stopping in your tracks, this wasn't worth it. "Nothing. Good bye."

Jet stared at the black screen, a hollow numbness filling the silence with his guilt. You didn't deserve his anger. You weren't to blame for how chaotic this case became. Even the clips showing how you'd caught him were clear; you'd been at the right place at the right time. But here he was being childish and salty over something that you'd gotten lucky over.

Not even five days later, Jet's guilt ate him alive. Knowing that you'd be in Ganymede made it so very easy to track you down. And he wanted to know for sure what your goodbye truly meant. The last time he'd been in this situation...

"What're we doing back in Ganymede?" Faye yawned, "Still pining after that woman? How would [Name] fell about-"

"Shut up." Jet snapped, "[Name] told me they were out this way."

"Why'd you wanna go after them now?" Spike wandered into the main area, "After what they did to-"

"I said shut up." Jet stormed out of the ship, "And don't follow me."

Sighing deeply, you held a telescope up over the horizon. The random clue you'd been given was beyond strange. Though maybe you were just facing the wrong direction. Not like you were over what happened with Jet a week ago, but that shouldn't be messing with what you were doing right now. It really shouldn't.

"See anything interesting?"

Spinning around, you nearly smacked Jet. If he hadn't caught your arm, he would have a red sore across his face.

"What are you doing?" He smiled sheepishly, "Anything interesting?"

Seeing him, being almost playful about his presence. Something deep in your core snapped, a well of anger boiling over the surface.

"How dare you." You glared, "How dare you come to me now. Acting like you didn't shove me away over the phone. As if I did something wrong for doing my job, as if I didn't offer to give you the damn bounty. But no! I have to be the enemy because I had a piece of info that you and your crew didn't!?"

"[Name], I-"

"No!" You stomped, nearly pushing him back, "You don't get to just pop up wherever and act like nothing happened."

"What did you want me to say then?"

"A call would have been nice." You pulled your comminucator out of your pocket, "Ya know, a little warning would be nice. Instead of ambushing me."

"I'm sorry." He threw his arms up, "I messed up, okay? I just... I wanted to surprise you. Maybe talk and clear the air. I'm... I'm just bad at this sort of thing. Okay?"

"I'm busy." You turned back to the horizon, "I still have a couple more hours to work out this clue today."

"I could help..."

"I'd rather you didn't. I need to focus."

"Worried about me stealing your-"

"I couldn't care less." You snapped, "I just need space. And time to mentally prepare to talk with you."

Jet looked down at his feet, "Alright. Just don't work too hard [Name]. And dinner will be my treat when we meet up. Okay?"

"Ten-four."

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Flufftober 2024: Day 9

Jet x Reader; "I will always come back to you."

Landing on a very familiar planet, one that Jet was hesitant to stray too far from. Though he was never going to say it outright, but Spike and especially Faye knew the reason. In fact, said reason had just knocked the wind out of Jet in the most bone-crushing hug you could muster.

"H-Hey, c'mon." He chuckled slightly, "Ease up [Name], there're organs in there."

You barely eased up, just enough to look into his eyes. A few tiny tears threatened to leak from your eyes, ones that Jet wiped away as gently as he could. It was clear that you worried about him, and that there was nothing he could do to ease those worries.

The only thing he wanted at the moment was privacy.

"C'mon, we should get back home." Jet did his best to ignore Spike and Faye as he attempted to herd you off, "I won't have to take off for awhile yet."

"You mean we can't take off for awhile." Spike called after him, "Don'tcha Romeo?"

"Shut it Spike!" Jet yelled over his shoulder, "Or you'll stay here until I get back!"

Ignoring the way Spike rolled his eyes, Jet rested his arm around your waist to guide you away from his rowdy crew.

"It feels so good to be back." Jet shuffled his boots off, "What have you been up to [Name]?"

"Oh nothing much," You didn't bother keeping the passive-aggressive tone out of your voice, "Just watching my boyfriend get into a fire fight that nearly destroyed his ship."

Scratching the back of his head, Jet turned slowly to face you, "Uh... yeah, about that..."

"Oh I know," You walked right past him on your way to the kitchen, "Its all part of your job and you did all you could. But you can't control what happens in the field."

Jet followed behind you like a lost puppy, frowning as he tried to think up a good apology. Nothing came to mind, so he just gave you the room to vent. Just tailing you and helping set the table. It didn't matter that you were upset, you still cared and wanted to make half an attempt to be civil.

"Here, let me grab that." Jet practically jumped forward to swipe the oven mitts from you, "Those look a bit too worn-"

Sighing softly as you released the oven mitts, "We both know you're just saying that because you don't know how else to make this up to me."

"Maybe a little." He pointedly avoided eye-contact as he pulled the dish out of the oven, sliding it onto the counter, "But I have a point about these old things being worn out."

"Why are you so dead-set on being a bounty hunter?" You huffed, "It is so obvious that you stay close anyways. Why not just put down roots and stay here?"

Setting the oven mitts down gently, Jet weighed his options. He knew you were right, that you had a point. But there were so many things he couldn't quite articulate; the reasons he started and why he kept going weren't even entirely clear to himself. Maybe he was looking for something but he didn't know what that could be just yet.

But he knew that you were a part of what he wanted in his life.

"Jet?"

He turned swiftly, catching you off guard. "[Name], I know it bothers you when I take off. I know how you worry when I make the news. But I swear I will always come back to you. I just, I don't have the answers."

"What do you mean?" You tilted your head up at him, "You don't know why you keep wandering the cosmos? How can you not know why you travel so much?"

"Because all I need to know is that I will return to you whenever I can." He pulled you into a hug, "And I don't want to upset you anymore than I already have."

Sighing softly, you relaxed into his embrace. Nothing made sense, but you knew you could trust Jet. He just didn't think things through all the time.

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Hi! I hope this isn't a bad time, but I was wondering if I could request some Future Trunks x Reader headcanons? Idk, What would Trunks' ideal partner be like?

Thanks in advance! ;;-;💓

Hm...

He is a very chill person for the most part, but definitely trying to keep his distance

At least if you're in the past/alt timeline...

He doesn't want to start a paradox or worse by being in a relationship with someone who is old enough to be his parent (someone he could run into during his own time)

Let alone pulling you forward into the future before checking if you're still alive (he might consider it if he could somehow convince his Mom that you aren't who she thinks you are)

If you are from the same timeline, he won't even consider dating until the Androids are dealt with

After all that, he is a sweet and considerate partner who will do anything to protect you

Simple dates are his bread and butter, he just wants to relax after everything

He really isn't that picky about who he dates, given they aren't trying to destroy/take over the world or hurt others

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Hello, how is your day going? may I ask for some headcanons of Frieza, Cell, Vegeta and Shin with a demon reader who is like Alastor from Hazbin Hotel? I saw the one shots with the reader who is like Charlie and it was amazing!, the reader is a neutral chaotic creature who gets along with the Z fighters, and has the perpetual smile too, besides that enjoys fighting for mere entertainment

Haha fun! And a side of chaos.

He is so on board with the chaos you will bring

Constantly trying to get you to be a little more destructive and assist him with conquest

Doesn't understand your friendship with the Z Fighters but tolerates it given how much your chaos affects them in the best ways

His favorite was when Goku's hair caught fire. No matter how much you claim it was an accident, he will not stop giggling over it

Despite all the Z Fighters knowing that you smile all the time, they are all nervous that the two of you sit in the corner smiling

Doesn't know, nor cares about the chaos you bring...

Except that one time you two nearly drowned (Cell panicked at first before remembering he can fly)

He also isn't that bothered by your friendship with the Z Fighters, he just stands there as something of a bodyguard

No, he doesn't know why you're smiling and he won't join in until you can explain why you're doing it

He wants to try to keep you from being so chaotic, but he is rather amused by the results

Until the effects turn back on him...

Every time he tries to match your smiling/smirking energy, everyone who isn't Goku is nervous af

Though he is pretty good at keeping the chaos down when he needs to

He is trying so hard to keep you from doing chaotic things

Standing in the back, seconds away from groaning as he does what he can to fix the mess

Has no problem making frequent visits to Earth for friendly visits (and maybe to keep you from terrorizing Kabito)

He is rarely smiling when you are, unless you're being behaved, usually strained smiles from him

Good thing he stays up in the mountains, fewer chances to cause chaos that way

You still find away, you always find away

That's usually when he concedes to visit others besides Gohan and Videl

Is a little worried that your chaotic nature will rub off on Pan

Doesn't like how much you smile, it makes him nervous

He just knows you're plotting something

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Whumptober 2024: Day 18

Piccolo x Reader; "I don't want to talk to you. There's nothing left to say."

Sighing as you parked your car next to the small Capsule house where your significant other stayed. You couldn't see anyone inside. Even knowing that Piccolo rarely stayed at home didn't ease the feeling in the pit of your gut. It was worse when he was the one with better time management between the two of you.

Yet it took you several hours to find him on his land. As usual he was under a waterfall and training. The only time he ever lost track of time, no matter what else was going on.

It was a sad pattern.

Though you didn't see when he opened his eyes as you walked away. It took him a full minute to reach you, attempting to dry off as he realized what was going on.

"[Name]! Wait!" Piccolo was just able to grab your shirt, "Please, hold on. Talk to me."

"I don't want to talk Piccolo." Your voice was bitter, on the verge of tears, "There's nothing left to say."

"Please." He repeated, "I.. I can make this right. At... at least let me try."

"What for!" You spun on your heel, "You usually nag me for being on time but then turn around and lose track when you train!? And ONLY when you train?!"

"I know. I know how it looks but-"

"Its not about how it looks!" You stomped at him, causing him to back up, "You treat me like a second thought whenever there's a fight or training to be had. But when I lose track of time doing anything you tell me off for it! What is there to talk about?"

Piccolo whined slightly, he knew what you were saying, that you were right. But he was panicking about the situation. He didn't want you to leave, and this looked so much like you were done.

"[Name], please." His grip doubled on your shirt, "Please, don't go anywhere. Just... please, let me make this up to you."

You couldn't say anything, scoffing and sighing, but ultimately allowing Piccolo to guide you back to the house. Disassociating while he did everything to make the living room comfortable. It was obvious that he was trying, but you weren't holding your breath that it would last.

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Flufftober 2024: Day 12

Piccolo x Reader; "All I want is to wake up next to you for the rest of my life."

Standing in the kitchen wearing one of Piccolo's old capes like a blanket, you were trying to cook breakfast. Your half-asleep mind going too fast as you prepped a second plate for your alien lover.

"As much as I appreciate the thought," A grumbly voice behind you making you jump as the owner wrapped his arms around you, "But I don't eat food on a regular basis."

Groaning softly as your spine popped from the extra weight, "I know, I know. Its just a reflex."

Yet he wouldn't let you go, waddling around the kitchen with you as you set the table. Even if he didn't eat, Piccolo still liked drinking fruit juice in the morning. It was a way to bond with you.

But even still, you weren't getting a break as he scooped you into his lap while you two sat at the table. It was always weird, knowing Piccolo doesn't sleep yet he did when you were around. And seeing him act so sleepily with his head on your shoulder barely able to take a sip of his drink.

"[Name]," He finally settled his chin on your shoulder, "I know I don't sleep that often..."

"Mhm Hmm?" You hummed.

"But I wanna wake up next to you for the rest of my life."

You could barely turn your head to see him, realizing he was blushing as he nuzzled into your neck. The way he pressed his nose so firmly against your warm skin, almost reptilian in his behavior after he tries actually sleeping. It was adorable beyond belief.

Though it took a few seconds for you to realize precisely what he said.

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Kinktober 2024: Day 7

Piccolo x Reader; Food Play

The last thing Piccolo thought he would see in your bedroom was a crime scene, his mind racing as the panic set in. First instincts had him scanning your half-nude form for a visible injury while using his ki to check for a deeper wound. His hands jutting out only to draw back instantly.

"What the-!?"

Snickering as you sat up, "Its cherry flavored syrup."

"Why...?"

He did not like the wide smirk stretching across your face.

"[Name]..." He started slowly, "Why did you cover yourself in cherry syrup? And in the bedroom no less..."

"Wanna taste?" You poked your tongue out.

"I... I don't eat." He deadpanned, "You know this."

"Doesn't mean you can't taste." You wiggled your eyebrows, "Its sweet~"

Grimacing deeply, Piccolo walked off to wash his hands, "I regret telling you that I can digest things..."

"That isn't a no~"

The sharp exhale from him was more tired than annoyed, the color rising on the back of his ears told you he was seriously considering it. Especially as you followed him to the bathroom to wash up, teasing him by smearing a small dab of the syrup on his cheek.

"Careful [Name]," He growled softly, "Don't forget, I know where to bite."

"Kinky."

Piccolo snickered softly, shaking his head, "Then again, you'd like that. Wouldn't you?"

"What gave it away?" You angled your hips toward him sassily, "Mr. Nameckian."

The hand snaking around your hip was all to telling, Piccolo wasn't exactly a subtle man... alien-thing. Especially with the way he caressed your chest with a warm wash cloth, gently massaging the whole area. Reality setting in with how bare you really were, and half naked wasn't exactly accurate.

His nerves mounting, Piccolo tried so hard not to notably swallow the lump in his throat as he contemplated a long shower with you. Despite subtly not being his strong suit, meaning you had every clue to pull him into the small shower.

And Piccolo didn't fight it in the slightest.

Both of you easing in the warm water, Piccolo's hands wandering all over your body. Still under the guise of helping wash away the cherry syrup that was long gone. He was being so meticulous with every soft touch across your skin, gently massaging you as he pulled you close.

Every soft moan that escaped your lips drove Piccolo crazy, he was trying to go slow. But you made it so very difficult. Especially with water in your hair, dripping down your face and body.

Piccolo couldn't help himself, licking your cleavage slowly. Pinning you against the only clear wall in the shower, taking the clear chance you were giving him from the start. His gentleness was slowly getting stripped away, his fangs pressed against your Adam's apple carefully. Tongue firmly against your skin as he licked deliberately, dragging his teeth and tongue across your neck.

The way he pressed his body against yours, the way you could feel every muscle; especially the one poking between your thighs. You couldn't help trying to grind your hips forward, just because this was your idea didn't mean you were immune to Piccolo's advances.

And he wasn't holding back anymore as he lifted your legs, sliding his oddly shaped cock deep into you. Biting the side of your neck as you moaned loudly, nearly swallowing a mouthful of water since you were facing the showerhead.

Every thrust had you seeing stars while he held you against the wall. For every bite mark he left across your neck and chest, you left nearly triple the claw marks across his back. Not that Piccolo minded, especially after he nestled you into bed; kissing you sweetly before going to fetch the first-aid kit... and put away the syrup bottle.