#gohan x baby. reader

[teenandbeyond]

(SPOILERS FOR THE DBZ SUPER HERO MOVIE) I left some space if you haven't seen the movie, if you have, don't mind this extra space:

Hey! Idk is this is been done (you can combine requests if need be) could you do a Gohan x Baby Reader (just like your other ones) where it's Halloween and Gohan accidentally releases his beast form, but the appearance of the beast form scares his sweet pea (the reader)? Idm I just thought I'd be adorable

Gohan x Baby. Reader [Halloween Special]

I wasn't planning on doing any Halloween one-shots, but oh well xD

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Cookies and Beasts (DBS)

Warning: Fluff, You making Vegeta soft

Halloween is strange...

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“Hey, you, calm down,” Gohan chuckled, tickling at your side.

At the moment, you were looking at his friends in confusion.

Piccolo and 18 were the only ones who looked normal.

The one your papa addresses as Krillin had painted his face and wore a weird outfit.

Auntie Bulma (she insists to be called) had wild hair and an even wilder outfit, her eyes were different colors, too.

Uncle Vegeta (Bulma insisted simply to annoy him) was forced to wear a beard, hat, and a dress-like thing. Papa said he was a wizard, whatever that was. Vegeta would hit people randomly with a big stick he carried.

Then Trunks and uncle Goten had strange teeth and even stranger clothes.

All the confusion caused your power-level to spike.

“Isn’t this [Name]’s first Halloween?” Auntie Bulma offered a cookie, which you gladly took.

“Yeah, I don’t think they've gotten over the costumes, yet,” he bounced his leg a little to calm you.

“Well, [Name]’s is definitely the cutest!”

You were dressed as a pumpkin, the puffy costume hiding you, the pumpkin top resting on your head.

“Videl picked it out.”

“I guess that’s why you’re dressed as a farmer? Where is Videl, anyway?”

“She wasn’t feeling well, but told us to go ahead.

Your eyes trailed to your sister, who was dressed similar to how Paw Goku dressed, things Papa called fake knives were in her hands as she made weird movements.

“Hey, Gohan. I found this weird device, I can’t seem to figure out what it does, could you take a look at it?”

“Huh? Sure.”

“Great! I’ll bring it out,” she walks off.

You offer your cookie to your father, tilting your head back until he looks down.

“You’re giving me some?”

“Yes,” you give him a small smile.

“Thank you, sweet pea.”

“Oo Welca,” you watch as he takes a bite, a little irked he takes more than you expected.

“You mean, ‘You're Welcome’? Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it.”

You decide to leave, so he doesn’t practically devour your cookie with another bite.

You wobble up to Vegeta, making him turn, “Oh, it’s you. The finger crusher.”

You ignore his glare, not finding it intimidating in the least, even more so with his costume.

“Hi!” you smile.

“What is it you want?”

You grasp the dress-like costume finding you like the simple material.

“Soft. Dwess?”

“What, no. It is not a dress!”

You tilt your head.

“It’s a robe.”

“Bobe?” the ‘r’ was hard to pronounce.

“Yes, not a dress,” he scowled.

You move on to the big stick, “Stick?”

“Staff,” he corrected.

“Taff?”

“Yes.”

You offer your cookie, “Wan?”

“No, thank you.”

You take the last bite, “Cookie good.”

“Is it now, would you like another?” he points back to a tray full of cookies on a decorated table.

You nod, grabbing at the air until he picks you up (after being sure no one was looking to laugh for weeks about it), you quickly grab a cookie (he doesn’t say anything when you sneak another).

“Dank you, Geta!”

“Yeah, yeah. Move along now.”

“Bye!”

You notice Paw Goku arriving with Mam Chi-Chi.

You giggle, dashing over to them as fast as your short legs would allow.

“Our little [Name]! You look so cute!” Chi-Chi titters picking you up.

You give her a kiss, which makes her notice the cookie crumbs and two uneaten cookies.

“How many cookies have you eaten? Have you eaten any food yet?”

You lift the cookies, “Yes.”

“That’s not food! Gohan should let you…” then you tune her out, you always do when she goes into her rambles.

“What cookies you got there?”

“Paw Goku, cookies!”

“I see. Can I try one?”

You get transferred over to him as Mam Chi-Chi looks for Papa.

“Yes,” he offer him one while eating the other.

“Yum! They are pretty good, huh?”

You brush a pinky against his green face, “Why?”

“It’s paint! I’m a Frankenstein!”

“Flank—hm,” you decided it was too hard to say.

“Mwahaha,” he tickles your neck making you giggle with a death grip on your cookie.

“Paw Goku, staph—” you screeched in laughter.

“Let’s go find, Gohan, hm?”

You sit on his shoulders as you look for your father, when you do, he seems to looked annoyed as Mam Chi- Chi chews into him.

“Mom, I know what to do with [Name].”

“But…” she rants some more.

“I’ll come back later,” Bulma looks in between them.

Gohan sighs, “No, you asked for my help. Let me see.”

“Gohan!” Mam Chi-Chi scolds.

He observes the device before turning it on, it didn’t do anything.

She reached for the device, “Don’t ignore your mother!”

Suddenly Papa’s power-level spiked and he transformed.

The power startled you, never having seen or felt anything like that before.

He growled, in irritation, “Stop telling me how to parent my child. If I want help, I’ll ask, mom.”

You cry at the scene, never seeing your Papa so upset.

“I see, it’s an emotion amplifier,” Auntie Bulma observed.

Gohan frowned at your crying, his expression dropping more when you nervously grip Paw Goku’s hair.

“Sweet Pea, it’s me,” he powered down, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you…”

You quieted, sniffing before you climbed down your grandfather, wobbling to your Pa to hug his legs.

“Hm, let’s go play some of the games, okay? Will that cheer you up?”

You nod.

[bitebitesnap]

I see a lot of fics use the term 'little one' for endearment and while I love it, part of me questions who uses it half the time.

[dreadsuitsamus]

Cuddling With Saiyans Headcanons

author's note: i love snuggles. also once again the character banners you see in this post were created by the amazing @actuallysaiyan!! ❤️

pairings: vegeta x fem!reader, goku x fem!reader, broly x fem!reader, gohan x fem!reader

warnings: snuggles, mentions of nightmares, light nsfw if you squint

is not much of a cuddler, obviously

or is that just what he wants you to think?

Vegeta, like all saiyans, runs hot and will keep you warm if you let him

key being, if you let him

he will never initiate snuggle time

but if you pull him in, or simply ask him to, he folds

he'll scoop you up in those beefy arms and hold you just how you like

he personally likes to be the big spoon, but he'll never even admit he likes spooning at all

if you get up or move around at any point in the night, you've lost your snuggle privileges only because he sleeps so heavily that he won't be up to readjust anytime soon

and when he's up, he's at it and going to start the day's training

so consider your options carefully next time you have to pee and his arms are locked so tightly around you that it's squeezing your bladder for dear life

nine times out of ten, you'll wake up to find Vegeta on top of you, shielding your body with his

even during slumber, his top priority is your safety

Vegeta likes to rub the tip of that sharp nose against you, be it the curve of your neck and shoulder or against your cheek

he doesn't know it, but he used to do that to his mother as well when he was a young boy

playing with Vegeta's hair is the one surefire way to get him to sleep when he otherwise has a hard time doing so

don't start humming though, it makes him angry. he'll start muttering about his pride and how lullabies are for babies

he'd like you to keep giving him the sweet forehead kisses though

Goku is the king of snuggling

he's already always down for a nap, so if you need some quality Goku snuggle time, just get in bed and wait a few minutes

literally, he's got a sixth sense for these things

likes to tuck his face into your neck because you smell good, and he likes nuzzling into your natural smell that lies below the artificial scents you wear

runs like a damn furnace, so always make sure to wear a skimpy pajama set, or nothing at all

don't rile him up though or the snuggling is just gonna have to wait

he snores, but he's so soft about it that it doesn't bother you

Goku rarely ever feels particularly down or sad, but sometimes he does and snuggles are a perfect cure

sit on his lap and he'll take it from there, hiding his face in your chest and slipping his arms around you tightly

play with his hair a bit and he's putty in your hands, especially when you massage the top of his scalp with your nails

eventually he'll tell you what's on his mind, and after you talk it out, he's feeling better but very much still wants to cuddle

Goku does not. let. go. until he's had his fill

so DO NOT cuddle with him if you either haven't gone pee in a while or have errands to run later

he'd let go if you asked of course, but not without giving you those pitiful puppy dog eyes

so don't break his poor lil heart and just keep snuggling with him as long as he wants, okay?

nobody ever died from a lil bit of saiyan cuddling, after all

Broly isn't keen on cuddling at the beginning of your relationship

he actually craves comfort, but physical touch is hard for him to accept since the concept is so foreign to him

that being said, being around you is quite the comfort in itself for Broly, so laying in bed with you already works wonders

slowly he warms up to you, like sleeping just a tad closer than even the night before

he can feel the heat from your body, and the backs of his fingers curiously brush against the soft skin of your arm

he takes your hand in his one night, and keeps holding it even after you fall asleep

you're warm and soft and it's all he's ever wanted in his life

from that point on, he quickly warms up to your touch and is a clingy saiyan like no other

his hold is almost too tight, and when you start to wheeze is when you decide it would be in your best interests to ask him to ease up

but goodness he loves to hold you to his large chest, one hand on your hip and the other at the center of your back

Broly unfortunately suffers from nightmares

and though he'd never hurt you intentionally, it's definitely a risk to be near him when he's having a nightmare

there's nothing much you can do but wait it out and soothe him when he wakes up

he appreciates it nonetheless, and as your bond strengthens they become less frequent

Broly holds you like you're a teddy bear, and oftentimes will just scoop you up from your place and hold you

it is not uncommon to wake up completely on top of him and locked in those big arms

he loves to cuddle but doesn't quite know how to ask for it, so he literally will just pick you up and hold you as he pleases

if you tell him no then he will obviously respect that

broly is very big on consent, ever since you taught him just what it is and he realizes how he's been violated of it his entire life

he's a gentle giant, and you've really expected no less from him when it comes to cuddling

his tail will wrap around you as well, keeping you as close as possible

he does snore, but his sleeping face is cute so it's okay

Gohan can be a bit of a loner, as a result of his eventful childhood

so when he met you, he was cautious yet anxious to have a connection with someone not an alien or batshit insane!

so he takes your relationship slow and sweetly, and when you start staying over at his place or vice versa he is so excited

he's always touching you, kissing you, in general just being so damn sweet on you that he's practically buzzing

and he's internally kicking himself for being so clingy, so when bedtime rolls around he lays completely still

no touching at all

and it takes everything in you not to laugh at this silly, adorable man

when you finally roll over into his side and snuggle up to him, he relaxes and kisses your forehead while moving those deceptively strong arms around you

Gohan likes to rub his hands along your back and gently digs his knuckles in circles against any tense spots

he normally will wear a long sleeve shirt and a soft pair of pj pants to bed, but usually takes his shirt off before falling asleep since his blood runs so hot

likes it when you trace the lines of his abs, and that alone sometimes is the only reason he gets some training in

Gohan likes to watch documentaries before bed and takes great pleasure in explaining things you may not understand in greater detail

you, on the other hand, just like the look on his face when he's excited, so that's why you ask so many questions

your extended knowledge for trivia games as a result is just a nice little side effect

sometimes work and research can get to Gohan, and when you can't get him out of the office you resort to sitting on his lap and tucking his face into your chest

Gohan is literally defenseless against it and will have no choice but to relax against you and take a break

he takes after his father and hardly snores at all

not-so-secretly likes to be the little spoon

when Pan is born, they become the ultimate snuggle buddies and you only feel a little left out because they look so damn precious when they're cuddling

you're still Gohan's favorite though, forever and always

[ashe-smash]

Baby Talk | Chapter 1: Conception Ao3

Piccolo x Reader

Tags/ CW: Infertility, Themes of Infertility Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alien/Human Relationships, Namekian Biology, Piccolo has a Diccolo (Later Chapters) Oviposition, Breeding Kink, Pregnancy, Alien Pregnancy.

Word Count: ~2.4K

Summary: You’ve known Piccolo and you reproduce differently since the beginning of your relationship- before you were ever really dating. You thought it was fine until it’s not. Piccolo and Reader have to navigate their reproductive incompatibility. (Aka Writer takes some significant liberties with Namekian biology)

Big thanks to @ginrastandsby for beta-ing and the DB reader discord for support with my fics ! 🫶

FYI, this it technically in canon with another wip. I consider them the same Reader Character- for context 1) Reader is a childhood friend of Videl, shes Pan’s godmother. 2) Piccolo and Reader can have sex. He had an “appendage” that’s sheathes thats similar to a penis. It produces lubrication, but no genetic material/ sperm.

Piccolo stares at your sleeping form. He knows you don’t like it, but he’s feeling things he’s not quite sure how to process. It’s not like he needs sleep like you, so maybe if the Namekian stares long enough the puzzle will piece itself together. 

Eventually you rouse from it, mumbling a reminder and beckoning him to join you under the warmth of your comforter. Ready to drift back asleep. He usually lies with you, meditating until you wake but he doesn’t feel like joining you right this moment. 

“You want a baby.” Piccolo says flatly. It’s not a question, because he knows it’s true. He hadn’t been trying to eavesdrop on you or anything, he simply has very good hearing. Chatting with an old friend who’d just had a baby during a chance encounter earlier that day. Something about you wanting one of your own if the cards were ever right for you. 

You’re much more awake now. “This isn’t a middle of the night conversation Piccolo.” 

Piccolo knows that, he thinks. Navigating a relationship is new for the Namekian, while he’s been friends or allies with earthlings for two decades- most of his life- this is his first romantic and physical one. 

But he knows he loves you. It feels a little foreign, unlike his love for Gohan or Videl and Pan and maybe that’s why this bothers him. He can’t even place the feelings he is having now: he’s not angry, he knows anger, he’s not scared- this seems a little silly to be scared over? Worried. He thinks he’s worried. 

Piccolo touches his throat, it’s almost absentminded. “I can't … do that.” 

“I know.” You sigh. Not disappointedly, he thinks. You’re just tired. “Lo I don’t know why we’re having this conversation.” He’s not quite sure why either. It’s just bugging him and he’s not used to that.  

You huff, a little grumpy at being woken up. He acquiesces and crawls into the blankets with you, attempting to appease his slight of having woken you up. You curl up at his side, body warm with sleep. Piccolo always runs on the cooler side, not warm blooded like humans. You change that tucked into his side. “Can we talk about this in the morning?” 

When you do fall asleep, it’s restless. Even in the deepest parts of meditation he can tell you aren’t sleeping well. You can’t seem to get comfortable, nor does it seem you ever fully fall asleep.Eventually when the morning is still silver blue, you give up and wake yourself up. “You know, there are human men that couldn’t give me a baby right?” 

“I don’t … want you to do… that.” 

“I don’t want that either. I mean, even if we can’t have a baby together it doesn’t change the way I feel about you. Even if I want a baby, I still love you.” 

He turns his head and kisses the palm you tucked against the side of his face. You love him regardless, even if he can’t give you it. 

You eventually roll onto your stomach to look at him.“Is it even something you want.” 

For him, it feels very complicated. Very few Namekians ever reproduce. He thinks it sounds horrific. Not to mention his own relationship with his own father- or lack there of adds another layer of complexity. 

You having your own child through whatever alternative ways would just mean there would be another human in his life that he would eventually outlive. However, he doesn’t want to take that away from you. 

The two of you are reproductively incompatible. Technically, you’re both the egg bearers. Sex is only possible because Namekians still have vestigial appendages that are similar to penises. 

“I don’t know.” 

If he slept maybe he’d dream of it. Silence hangs in the air between you two. If his hearing wasn’t so good, he might think you were sleeping again. 

“Are you sad?” 

You take a deep breath before answering, which almost is an answer in itself. “A little bit, yeah. I knew you couldn’t- we couldn’t … do that since we first slept together. But I guess it feels different when we actually talk about it.” 

You curl yourself back up to his side. “Do you want to go back to sleep?” 

You nod. “You can go meditate outside if you want.” 

He usually does around this time in the morning while you sleep in. Piccolo shakes his head. He thinks he’d rather stay here with you. 

He has a feeling this topic is only shelved for later.  It’s not like you’re going to stop wanting it, even if you also love him. He wishes it was simpler, at least for your sake. 

At least you sleep a little more peacefully after that. 

… 

It’s a few days later when Pan is over that it comes back up again. The two of them are training and you’re sitting under the big tree outside your home. Usually you’d sit in your office to work, but it seems there’s been a bit of unspoken clinginess between the two of you. Luckily you already work from home and can work from almost anywhere as long as you have your laptop. 

“Pico, why is Auntie crying?” 

Piccolo turns his head to see you slip back into your shared home. He doesn’t see your face though. 

Piccolo ruffles a hand through Pan’s hair. “Go take a lap, I’ll make sure Auntie is okay.” 

You’re in the kitchen and you duck your head so he can’t see your face. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine. I just-“ Your voice cracks, betraying your words. “Just need a minute.” 

“Why are you crying?” He steps up behind you, but he’s not sure if he should touch. 

You shrug. “It’s fine. Go- Go train with Pan.” 

“She’s worried about you.” Maybe it’s a little cruel to play that card but if it will get you to tell him what’s wrong. When a fresh wave of tears starts, Piccolo can’t stand it anymore and tucks you against his chest. Wraps an arm around your crossed arms. 

“It’s awful and I feel guilty for feeling it.” You sob. 

This is the worst part- when he doesn’t know what to do. Usually you’re there to help guide him through it, but that’s wildly inappropriate at this moment. 

“Deep breath, please.” It’s shaky but you manage it. He lets you take another one too. “I’ve heard some pretty awful stuff, I doubt you could say anything as bad.” He strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers. 

“It feels mean to say to you, Lo.” 

“Do you intend to hurt me with it?” You shake your head. “Then please tell me so I can understand?” 

“Pan’s an only child…” He’s aware of that fact. You take another deep breath. “T-that’s fine, I just… I always figured it’d be okay cause she’d have a cousin or two eventually.” 

Goten’s still pretty young- by the time he might have kids, Pan will probably be a teenager… Oh. “Because you thought you’d have kids?” 

He’d never thought about it. He’s technically an only child, Gohan and Goten are far apart in age- at least Goten has Trunks to play around with. Bulla and Pan are close enough in age but that hardly means anything. 

You want to give her a playmate. 

It makes sense. The two of you love Pan more than anything, probably more than each other. 

“I'm sorry.” You say wetly. “I’m not trying to guilt you or anything…  I’m just sad about it.” 

“What can I do for you?” 

“I really just needed a minute, Big Guy.” You squeeze at an arm that’s wrapped around you. “I think I might go lie down for a little bit?” 

He holds you for another minute then lets you go upstairs. He waits until he hears you get into the bed before he leaves

When Piccolo comes back outside, Pan is sitting in the grass poking at a bug. She’s more like her dad than one would first believe by looking at her. “Why was Auntie crying, Piccolo?” 

“She’s sad, bud.” 

“Are you getting a divorce?” 

“What? No, where did you even hear that?” Technically, the two of you aren’t even married. Can he even legally get married? 

“One of my friends at school’s mom and dad are getting a divorce. Her mom is very sad when I see her.” 

Oh, that makes sense. 

“We had a grownup conversation recently and it made Auntie sad.” It’s hard because Piccolo can’t exactly talk to her about the truth. 

“When Daddy makes Mom upset, he buys her chocolates and flowers! You should do that Picco!”

“Yeah? Auntie’s laying down right now, think we should go get her something to cheer her up?” 

Pan nods enthusiastically. She hops up to take off to fly towards the nearest store. Piccolo glances back at your home before he takes off to join her. Hopefully you’ll be alright for a little bit by yourself. 

…

It seems fine at first. Piccolo has an armful of treats (all picked out by Pan). She’s not worried anymore, eager to help Piccolo “fix” your sour mood. 

Until they walk straight in front of the baby section. Rows and rows of pastel baby clothes. Bottles and pacifiers line the adjacent walls of the section. 

Something curdles in Piccolo’s stomach. He’s assumed he’s been feeling this way because you’re feeling sad and upset about this. Maybe he does want a baby? As bad as you do. Especially with the realization that yours and his baby would grow up with Pan. 

Pan tugs on his gi. “What’s wrong, Piccolo?” 

He blinks. “Just thinking that Auntie’s up by now.” He shrugs the arm holding all of the snacks Pan picked out. “Do you think this is enough?” 

It’s a bit early for him to be dropping off Pan but he feels it’s necessary.  Videl seems a little concerned but mostly just surprised. He assures her that something just came up. He’ll make it up to Pan another day. Maybe you and him can take her out for a fun outing when you’re in better spirits. 

He takes the plastic baggie of snacks and heads home. 

You’re still lying down when he returns. Laying on your stomach, face practically smothered in the pillow- he really hates when you sleep like this. Based on your breathing, you’re not quite sleeping but not quite awake. 

He crawls on top of you being careful to not put all his weight on you, but enough. You once told him about weighted blankets- that it’s comforting to have the extra pressure sometimes.

“I wish I could give you a baby.” 

“We could.” You mumble. Your voice is scratchy from sleep and crying, probably. 

The Dragon Balls? So you two could have a baby together? It feels ironic that Piccolo hadn’t thought of that. It’d be relatively easy- Bulma keeps them constantly collected and protected to be used if needed. 

He lets you turn over but he doesn’t get off of you, his head resting on your belly. “Do you really want to do that?” 

You shrug. “What if they were needed for something… more important?” ‘Something more important’ goes unsaid. Piccolo nods. That would be an awful thing for your baby to have over their head their whole lives. 

“If you really wanted… what’s it called when another man fathers a child for someone who can’t?” 

“Donor?” 

“If you really wanted it… you could do that.” Piccolo really doesn’t like that. He’d love your child because they’re part of you but he’d still struggle. 

“I… I want your baby, Lo.” You pout. “It’s selfish but I want you to get me pregnant and I want to have your baby. I know it’s unrealistic to want that but I do.” 

“But we can’t do that and we can’t… make it happen other ways… So?” 

You turn your face away. “I guess we just …don’t.” 

He rubs your hip, he hates that you’re sad and he can’t really do anything about it. “You’re still sad about it though, right?” 

“I might always be sad about it, Piccolo.” You sigh. “But we have Pan.” 

He nods. “We have Pan.” 

“And I love you. You know that right?” 

Of course he does. It’d be awkward because the two of you are so interconnected in your lives but if you didn’t want to be with him anymore- he’d understand if you left him. Being with a man who looks like an alien has been quite the adjustment. 

“Please don’t cry again.”  He points to the bag of acquired goodies. It’s set on the edge of the bed, but he doesn’t move away from you to actually retrieve it. “Pan picked you out snacks.” 

“Yeah? That’s where you went?” You giggle, a little forced but it lifts the mood. “Can I eat them in bed?” 

Piccolo grimaces. He takes the sanctity of your bed very seriously, you sleep there after all. “... If you really want to.” That makes you laugh a little more genuinely. 

Ultimately you decide to go eat your snacks downstairs during a movie. Snacks for dinner, though Piccolo will insist you eat something more substantial. You think maybe you’ll entice him into a warm bath later. 

Your phone buzzes: 

>> (Del) Pan said you were upset earlier? Everything alright?? 

You expected this. Pan’s still little and likely can’t keep a “secret” especially from her mother. 

Truth be told, Videl and Gohan have been far too involved in your relationship with Piccolo. Sure, they are your respective best friends- Videl is the reason you’re together. 

The first time you two had a serious argument, the married couple seriously meddled into getting you to talk to Piccolo again- even though you both really just needed some time to cool off. You know they were just trying to help but you don’t need that now. 

You sneakily snap a pic of your partner. He’s sitting with your feet in his lap, holding a plate of your treats so they don’t spill while you’re texting. 

>> (You) Just having a hard day. Nothing >> Sorry Piccolo brought Pan home early. 

Maybe someday they’ll be told. Perhaps you’ll sob to Videl after one too many glasses of wine on your rare Girls Nights or Piccolo will confide in Gohan about it. 

But for now it can just be between you and him. You’ll have to get used to that now, after all.

[actuallysaiyan]

Masterlist IV

Started on: 02/03/2024 Updated on: 16/09/2024 Number of Works: 74

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Help!My Heart's On Fire(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

You Could Have Anyone You Want, Why Would You Want To Be With Me?(Post-Shibuya!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

Isn't This Your Naked Body In My Bed?(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader Somno)

You Never Fail To Satisfy(Salaryman!Nanami Kento x Femdom!Reader)

Send Me An Angel(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader x Higuruma Hiromi)

Office Head Thirst(Higuruma Hiromi x Fem!Reader)

Don't It Make You Feel So Fine(Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader x Suguru Geto)

Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader First Time Creampie Request

The Way You Push, Push Let's Me Know You're Good(Salaryman!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

Age Gap Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Sleepless Night(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader somno)

Nanami Kento x Shy!Fem!Reader

You And Me(Emo!Nanami Kento x Fem!Childhood Crush!Reader)

Nanami Kento x Fem!Curse!Reader Part 1

Kento's Size Drabble

The First Time(Aka How Nanami Kento Lost His Virginity)Masterlist

Werewolf!Nanami Kento Part 1

Waiting For The Miracle(Villain!Nanami Kento x Fem!Curse User!Reader)

Heart of the Fae(Fae!Nanami x Fem!Reader)Masterlist

Kento x Fem!Reader relaxing under tree Drabble

Nanami Kento x Fem!Curse!Reader Part II aka Bad Habit

Just What I Needed(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader bathtime)

La La Love You(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader x Haibara Yu)

"Missed You So Much" Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader Drabble

Werewolf!Nanami Kento Part 2

Office sex Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader Drabble

Pictures Of You Masterlist(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader x Satoru Gojo Junji Ito Crossover)

Emo!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader Cunnilingus Drabble

Higuruma Hiromi x Fem!Reader Office Sex Drabble

Love Hotel(Emo!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

Kento Nanami x Fem!Reader Period sex

Ratio Technique Sex(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

The Beast Inside Of Me(Incubus!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

Get Him To Swap Our Places(Scarred!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

Have You And Grab You 'Til You're Sore(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader x Gojo Satoru)

Cinnamon Girl(Older!Salaryman!Nanami Kento x Fem!Barista/Baker!Reader for Foodies and Goodies)

Premature Ejaculation with Teen!Nanami Kento

Love Like Blood(Nanami Kento x Fem!Sorcerer/Carrie White!Reader)

HaiNana x Fem!Reader HCs

You Say It's Your Birthday(HaiNana x Fem!Reader)

Take Me To Dinner First(Nanami Kento x Gojo Satoru)

Then You'll Make Him Happy(Scarred!Nanami x Fem!Reader)

Meet Me In Our Special Spot(Renji Abarai x Fem!Reader)

She's Got Big Red Eyes and Big Red Lips(Renji Abarai x Fem!Reader)

No Other Heart(Executioner!Kenpachi Zaraki x Fem!Princess!Reader)

We Can Do Whatever You Want To Do(Ishida Uryu x Fem!Reader)

Showing Your Loyalty(Renji Abarai x Fem!Reader)

Kenpachi x Fem!Reader Breeding kink

Make Me Feel Love(Kenpachi x Fem!Reader)

Howling At The Moon(Werewolf!Kenpachi x Fem!Reader)

Let Me Into Your Heart(Rufus Shinra x Fem!Reader)

Popstar!Reader x Gohan, x Trunks, x Goten

Family HCs with Indra Otsutsuki, Madara Uchiha and Izuna Uchiha

Thank You(Scarred!Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem!Reader)

Popsicle Mishaps(All Might x Fem!Reader)

Deeper(All Might x Fem!Reader)

A Good Night's Sleep(Aizawa Shota x Fem!Reader)

My Baby(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

Get Your Fix(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

Run Rabbit Run(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

Call Me Mom!(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

The Big News(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

Oral sex All Might Drabble

Small Might cockwarming fic(Small Might x Fem!Reader)

Baby I'm Yours(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

And Keep The Beast At Bay(Incubus!All Smite/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

I Desire Your Attention(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

You're Mine Part I(Endeavor/Enji Todoroki x Fem!Reader)

Everything(All Might x Fem!Reader)

You're Mine Part II(Endeavor/Enji Todoroki x Fem!Reader)

Crawling King Snake(All Smite/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

Ira Gamagori x Reader Thirst Part I

Ira Gamagori x Reader Thirst Part II

[pleasantspark]

Oh Mary, Contrary How Does Your Garden Grow? Vegeta x Hanaki! Reader

You had felt desire and love from Vegeta for years, and stood back to allow Bulma to take him. Unfortunately, this leads to dire consequences in the form of small Dahlia Petals.

Warnings: Major Character Death, Pining, Angst

You were hurting. 

You don't remember how long you've felt this way for him, but it had to be when he first arrived on Earth. You've been tagging along with the Z-Fighters since you were a kid. This led to you being welcomed into the group effortlessly. While you were just a human. And weren't pretty nor rich like Bulma you were very kind and understanding. 

Then, Vegeta arrived. 

His presence made you feel like you were on cloud nine. You could be yourself around him. Bulma however; gauged your attraction very well, and when brought up you'd deny feeling that way. 

You regretted not acting on those feelings. 

This led to Bulma and Vegeta going out and while you tried to be happy for them both you couldn't help but hurt, and your insides felt like they were twisting. Rapidly changing. 

Then, it got worse. 

Bulma announced that she was pregnant with Trunks. You tried to remain happy as you want to be supportive of your friend. But you... You couldn't. You declined the offer to attend the baby shower. 

It was a good thing you didn't attend. 

You were... sick... something was not okay...

While Bulma was suffering from pregnancy related ailments. 

You were suffering from your own ailments. You began to isolate yourself from everyone. You would also gradually distance yourself from Bulma and Vegeta. 

People suspected something was wrong, you reassured them, nothing was wrong. You just needed time. By the time Trunks was born you cut both Vegeta and Bulma out of your life. You couldn't stand this pain any longer. And something told you, this was going to kill you. 

During the Androids attacking. You finally made an appearance, everyone was happy to see you, but for some reason. You didn't look like yourself. Your once vibrant (Skin Color) has turned pale, your shining (Eye Color) eyes became dull and lifeless, and to top it all off, vines with Dahlia's littered your body. There was cause for concern when these vines extended near your eyes. 

You'd tell them your fine. 

They didn't believe you. You couldn't do anything without your body wanting to give out. To give up on you. When Cell attacked, you wanted to throw yourself at him to get rid of the searing pain in your lungs. 

"What a miserable creature." He would sneer, and you'd take it. It was true, you were miserable. You wanted him to put you out of your misery. You coughed up more petals, and blood. Your vision became hazier... more... Distant. 

You could hear Gohan, Goku and... Vegeta? Calling for you. But their voices seemed so far away. 

He was devastated. 

There was nothing left for him to do, once the Cell Games concluded, he demanded to get you help. Instead of the Hospital, he took you to Dr. Briefs who informed Vegeta that you were gone. There was simply nothing he could do to save you. 

Goku reassured him he could revive you with the Dragon Balls, but Vegeta knew, he knew that you were gone and no wish will bring you back.

Bulma was unhappy. 

She knew of your feelings and blamed herself for the death of you for a LONG time. She should've been more pushy. She should've gotten you to confess to Vegeta. This led her to being heartbroken. 

Piccolo was confused. 

For a while, he spent time with you. You'd always felt happy that Bulma and Vegeta were together, but your look betrayed your feelings. It pains him to know he could've asked you further on your feelings. But chose to stay a bystander. 

Goku was conflicted. 

He knew you were struggling. And wanted to help out, he was one of the very few people who stuck around to check on you. The one to try and cheer you up when you were down. But now, now, you are gone. 

And lastly, Vegeta was... He was Disappointed in himself. 

He spent the last few months noticing the changes in you, while you slowly drifted away from him and Bulma. But didn't know why or even notice. Bulma told him everything, from your feelings for him, to how selfless you were. 

This was all his fault. 

He spent his whole life with a woman he liked. 

It undeniably caused the death of someone who he perceived to be average. 

It's all his fault. 

Bulma's Sad. 

Goku's Sad. 

Piccolo's Sad. 

Gohan is even sad. 

What was he going to do? He should move on, but no amount of moving on will ever fix what he's done. 

And he's paying for it.

[ato-catto]

Requested by: @justmewoo

What If I'm Not Enough?

Piccolo x reader

Mentions of pregnancy and childbirth/sadness/turmoil

You looked beautiful, holding baby Bulla to your chest while you and Bulmaz  gushed over the newborn with the other Z fighter wives.

Piccolo crossed his arms against his chest in an attempt to subdue the growing feeling in his chest, watching you gently press a bottle nib into the mewling infants mouth, bouncing and shushing her- lulling her into a sleepy feed.

His dark pupils widened slightly, his heart thumping just a little harder. You looked so ... happy.

Come to think of it, you were the right age for motherhood. Not that he could give it to you. Piccolo glowered slightly, turning away from you in a mixture of sadness and shame.

You two could never have a family. Namekians were not built that way- to reproduce with a woman.

Gohan noticed Piccolos dark look and hunched shoulders and smiled at him.

"What's up, Mister Piccolo? You look like someone just rained on your parade!"

Piccolo let out a slow sigh. "I'm fine." He lied. He felt awful.

Gohan frowned, and placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. Sympathetic to what he didn't know-- yet. "Piccolo you look miserable. What is it? You can tell me, ya know?"

Piccolo turned away and looked out at the horizon over Capsule Corps pools. "She looks so happy with the baby. And I can't give her that." He said, his voice deep and quiet.

Gohan glanced over at you, watching you play with baby Bulla, smiling happily while you shook a little silver rattle. He sighed.

"Ah. I'm sorry Piccolo. I guess that wouldn't be on the cards for you guys, huh?"

Piccolo tensed and his frown got deeper, his arms tightening across his chest. "Clearly not."

Gohan didn't know what exactly to say- he couldn't relate to the predicament at all, watching Pan fly about with her Uncle Goten and Trunks. "Maybe you guys could consider adoption? Or, oh! You could vomit up an egg..? Apparently Namekians do that."

Piccolo grimaced. "I would rather not." He grumbled, his antennae drooping. "It wouldn't be our baby. It would just be mine."

Gohan nodded. "True. I'm sorry Piccolo. I don't know what to say."

Piccolo didnt need him to say anything. His mind was already made; Slowly pull away from you until you found another human you could copulate with.

Even if it broke his heart- he wanted you happy.

And you seemed happiest around children and babies. Your maternal instincts shone out from within you like a whole new type of power. You looked the part, acted the part.. it was destroying him to see you go without a family.

Every time you came to visit him over the next few weeks, he pulled away from you everytime you tried to fully wrap your arms around him to embrace him. Confused, you kept to yourself the rest of the week, thinking perhaps he didn't want to be touched at the moment.

Before you left one night, you turned to kiss him goodbye but was met with a stony glare. "Piccolo, what is with you at the moment?"

Piccolo just turned away, once again crossing his arms defensively over his chest. "Nothing. I'm not acting any differently than I normally do." He grunted, refusing to make eye contact with you.

"You have kissed me in almost two weeks, and everytime I try to even touch you- you pull away like I have some awful disease."

He didn't respond, he just turned and walked into his home, letting the door click shut behind him. What you took as a purely rude and hateful response was actually the big stoic Namekian hiding the welling tears threatening to spill.

He had hated every second of the last few weeks, but in his eyes it was for the greater good.

But he loved you so much it was ripping him apart.

You went home, a cloud of thunder hanging over your head . You sobbed into your pillow when you tried to sleep, your soul starved of the love you had been so used to for the past three or so years. You missed the Namekians touch, and murmered compliments and gentle kisses.

Did he not love you anymore? Had he grown tired of you?

The relationship was not sexless- despite Piccolos absence of a manhood. There was a passion there that was irrefutable. It wasnt the absence of passion whatsoever.

Perhaps... perhaps it was because you weren't biologically compatible.  He could give you a baby and you couldn't bore him a family.

The realisation hit you in the gut- this had started the day he saw you with Bulmas new baby girl.

You tore out of bed and shoved on your shoes, running to his home across pitch black plains, only lit by moonlight. "Piccolo!" You cried, his door opening before you reached it. His onyx eyes sparkled in the silver moonlight, his body language still guarded.

"What are you doing here so late? It's not safe at night-" he began, staring down at you with forced indifference.

"Piccolo- we don't need a baby to be happy. I love you- us! - just the way we are. If we want a family we can go through other means," hot tears stung your cheeks and you pleaded before him, watching his scowl melt away from his face. "But please! Don't leave me! I need you."

Piccolo dropped to his knees and hugged you against him so hard you felt your spine pop in several places. He let out a single huffed sob and buried his pointed nose into your hair.

"I'm stupid." He growled, shaky breaths making his shoulders tremble. "I'm so stupid. I'm sorry."

You wrap your arms around his neck. You had missed this closeness so much. "You were stupid. Don't ever think I would give you up for anything else. You are perfect just the way you are and I wouldn't change you for the world."

"But you looked so happy with Bulla.. and you always talk about being a mother." Piccolo pulled back to swipe your tears away with his thumbs.

"I also talk about being a chef." You giggled through tears. "It doesn't mean we have to do it now, right away, or even ever."

He watched your smile before it spread to him, his little fangs poking over his lip. "You're right. You're always right, somehow." Leaning forward, he placed his lips on yours, kissing you with the power of two weeks of missed kisses.

After all, there was always the dragon balls. ;)

[carnal-lnstinct]

Saiyans w/ Babies Headcanons

☆☆ Pairing: character x female reader ( black & non-black ) ☆☆ Content: implied established relationship. gendered babies. good/bad parenting headcanons. fluff. familial / storge love. how the baby has their canon siblings is up to you. ♥

Goku — It's a girl!

He is a coddler, always ready to take care of her. He wants to do everything for the baby, hold her everywhere they go, push her stroller, fill quiet spaces with her giggles, take bubble baths together, and play with her every second of the day. Goku will jump to do anything she needs. Except maybe change her diaper. But he won't put up a fuss if he has to do it. Nap times are hard for him but he understands the importance of your baby needing her sleep. Sometimes he falls asleep watching her if he's 100% sure it's safe. It's a miracle when they wear themselves out and nap together. He tends to get antsy if he's away from her for too long. He will use the phone Bulma gave him to call you so he can talk to her when he misses her (unfortunately it doesn't work in outer space). It's only natural that once she starts to show signs of her power he's going to want to start training her, but will wait until she's old enough to talk and walk before really pushing for it. You keep little reminders around the kitchen of how much she is allowed to eat at a time to prevent overfeeding her, but sometimes Goku gives her just a little extra. A child of his must have a healthy appetite just as he does.

If existing siblings: Goten is just another Goku, very playful with his little sister and tries to show her all the games he and Gohan use to play when he was little. Gohan around his time is busy with school/work, but when he does come around he joins in on the old games. He will offer to babysit her to give you and Goku a break, also so Videl can spend time with her too. Expect some training to really start by the time she's 4 or 5.

Cons- Goku is not helpful at night or if the baby is ill. Goku is a heavy sleeper, by the time his brain reacts to the baby crying in the middle of the night, you've already got a handle on it. He will at least stay up to help where he can as he is sympathetic to her crying. But if she is sick, then he's not sure what medicine he is supposed to give her or if she has to go to the hospital.

Vegeta — It's a girl!

His baby is a clinger. Strong, little hands that hold onto everything and don't do well with separation. Of course Vegeta cares for his child but tends to be hesitant actually holding her because of it and the fuss that follows when he pries her hands off. But he will still hold her every time, getting used to his ear and the skin of his cheek being pulled. It excites him knowing that his baby girl has this kind of natural strength and can only imagine what kind of latent power she'll develop as she grows. If she's only half-saiyan, he is the one who makes the call to remove her tail while she's still young. It's a bittersweet decision, but he knows it's a safety precaution for her and you. Definitely one to brag about his baby. Vegeta actually panics if the baby is sick or if she has a small fall that bumps her head and will take it out on others regardless of blame. Because of the baby's clingy behavior, it could be hard for him to leave anywhere or to go train. Unless it's a dire situation, he knows that the moment she sees him leaving she's going to cry and he'll feel guilty. Depending on where you all go in public, Vegeta will be standing very close to the stroller or he will insist on carrying the sleeping baby everywhere while you handle things.

If existing siblings: Trunks is the most protective of his younger siblings and loves to see his family grow. Bulla loves having a little sister the most and tries to play dress up with her. The two girls will get the last say on things as Trunks (being the only son) will get outvoted. Like her older siblings, your daughter will have more distinct features that resemble you but like Trunks will have a scowl just like her father. Trunks and Bulla were also clingy babies so Vegeta most likely already has practice dealing with it and learns to keep small toys for gripping so he can hold her without the fussing or those tiny nails scratching him up. Future Trunks would be ecstatic to know he is a big brother and it will make more determined to protect a world and future where she would be safe too.

Cons- He gets frustrated when he can't soothe her. Sometimes babies just cry and when he can't figure it out he lets his temper get the best of him. Sometimes raising his voice at the baby and immediately regrets it when it scares her. That's when you have to take over and let him get out of the house. He will try to make up for it after he's calmed down or had some time to train again.

Broly — It's a boy!

The smiliest little guy you've ever seen and a spitting image of his father with skin and colorful eyes reflecting light like yours. Broly never saw this amount of joy in being a parent for himself. He was happy to know you were pregnant with his child, but to see the baby for the first time made him very emotional, realizing that he officially has become a father. He was given another person of his own to cherish and love. A family! Because he can't really talk to the baby, Broly mimics all the little things you do to show your love: stacking kiss upon kiss to his cheek until he giggles, playing peek-a-boo with a blanket, and humming to him. It's the most gentle he can ever remember himself being. If he could he would sit from sun up to sun down holding his son without moving an inch. He loves to hold him when he sleeping the most and wrap him in Ba's ear, but it does make it difficult for you when you need to lay him down for a nap or for the night. Broly's really out of his element and has to be shown the right way to hold him, feed him and change him. Absolutely hates being separated from his son longer than a day or two, but he does have his own training to work on and is twice as focused on it knowing he has his son to protect. Broly can't wait until he's big enough to play with.

Cons- He is too overprotective. Aside from your family, Cheelai, Lemo, Goku, and Vegeta, he's not letting anyone else get close to his son while he's so young. Not even Lord Beerus. He can also be helpless and get worked up if he cannot calm his crying child or help them while he's sick. He blames himself for it if it starts when he's with him. Until his son starts to show signs of his power being like his, Broly is not letting anyone remove his tail either and will become short-tempered when it gets brought up. He just wants to give his son a chance to live like everyone else in a safe place and without being judged by things he may do instead of what he can do.

Raditz — It's a boy!

Overall he has a very well-tempered baby boy who one would think rarely cries, but he's also prone to the worse temper tantrums. Raditz both likes and dislikes it, a sign that his son is a strong and healthy saiyan, but the fact that you won't allow him to stick your baby in a nursery pod when he's fussy can make the crying a bit excessive on his nerves. He learns to get used to it since it's not often. Often holds his baby on his shoulder with one hand, whether resting stomach-down while he's sleeping or supporting his back so he can sit up there. He tries to carry him with his tail but you ask him many times not to do that while he's so small or the pressure may make him puke up, so instead he does it when the baby is lying down next to him. The more mobile the baby is on his own, the more he is able to really bond and play with him. You can catch them both crawling after each other, chasing the other down in a fit of laughter. Raditz's son starts to show early signs of his saiyan abilities ( flight mostly ) which can lead to them sometimes playing a little rougher, but they sleep it off together, passing out in odd positions where they fall.

Cons- He puts too many expectations on his child, comparing his development to his own childhood. Raditz is not very helpful or handy with a newborn/infant stage which could leave you dealing with the baby alone throughout that stage. Even with saiyan blood coursing through his body, you have to remind Raditz that you're not raising your child for war and he would have to wait for him to get a little older before you were comfortable with him training him. Like Vegeta, he tends to lose his temper when he can't soothe a tantrum from crying and will distance himself to get some peace.

Bardock — It's a girl!

And a very independent-behaving child. Bardock most likely was not present during those early stages or to see his baby girl born, but she's still small enough that he can interact with her without feeling lost in what he should do to bond with her. He talks to her like she's another adult and she smiles at him like she understands but knows it mostly goes over her head unless he mentions some familiar words that perk her up. Bardock is more interactive with her when he's just gotten back home from his missions, she often gets to greet him before you and that immediately lightens his mood from all the troubles that follow him home. He'll carry her around more or let her ride on his shoulders, gift her with souvenirs from other planets, and play with her. However, Bardock does tend to get restless and can't focus on much until he's leaving out for his next mission. If there is one thing he would try to teach her is how to master her Great Ape form, he himself being one of few who are able to control himself in it.

If existing siblings: The baby would probably see Kakarot and Raditz as much as they see Bardock. Bardock is actually relieved to have a daughter instead of another son, a part of him knows that there would be more roles for her to stay on the planet than venture out and claim some planet for Frieza. Especially if she is weaker. He can't really help that with his two boys, but he doesn't want his little girl going out unnecessarily. Even if she would be as fierce a warrior, there had to be more she could do than live the life of a low-class warrior. It may be a while before she gets to really bond with her big brothers. Raditz would point out some favoritism for her over himself and Kakarot and come to resent her a little but the latter will probably not think much of her. If she's half-saiyan, then "Goku" would indeed be her best friend and treat her like she's his own kid but she may not have that chance with Raditz.

Cons- Bardock does put his lifestyle before his child and would not be very present. He is a man stuck in his ways as a low-class saiyan warrior and he has to answer the calling. Spending time with you and his daughter is him mostly biding time for the next mission, so while he does get to see her and become familiar with her budding personality, you will mostly be raising her alone. He does still cherish the moments with his daughter.

Gohan — It's twin boys!

He definitely didn't see that coming, but he has a bright pair of twin baby boys! Gohan is very attentive to his babies since he's handling two at a time. It's not like helping his mom with Goten at all. He has mixed them up before but the more they grow into their features, the more he can tell them apart. Sensing their ki also helps. Gohan takes a lot of time away from school/work to help you with the twins. At least until they are a little older. He knows he's going to have to put in some extra effort to catch up or even to get the position he wants when he goes back but his priority is to you and his family right now. Even with help from his grandfather, parents, and little brother, he wants to be sure he's there for these early stages of their lives. Gohan has the best support system when Piccolo is also factored in that he can have a healthy work/life balance, but he doesn't think about it when he's reading his twins to sleep, washing their hair before bed, or feeding them breakfast in the morning. You actually have to convince Gohan to go back to work/school ( with Chi Chi's encouragement as well ) once the babies are bigger and you can manage them on your own. He will show off all the pictures he took of them to his colleagues and video chat every lunch break so he can eat with them. The twins show off a level of intelligence beyond their development sometimes and it's chalked up to just there being two of them or even linked to their saiyan biology but it can make them a little mischievous.

If existing siblings: Big sister Pan is a big helper to her little brothers. She can't wait for them to get old enough to start training with her and Piccolo. She takes her older sibling responsibility very seriously and will help you and Gohan anywhere she can. Gohan would like to think from raising Pan and his own little brother that he has all the experience he needs to handle his twins but they wise up quickly and show they can be a handful.

Cons- Gohan is a pushover and gives the babies anything they want. He gets reprimanded for it by everyone, but he really can't help it! Two heads working against him tend to make him cave to their little demands and he can end up spoiling them. But it makes him happy to make them happy.

[amjustagirl]

chapter 3: frost melts in firelight 

chapters: 3 / 15 pairing: miya osamu x f! reader  genre: romance, angst, fluff, inzarizaki shenanigans  wc: 4.3k summary: miya osamu does not dare fire to his heart. it burns anyway. 

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You intended to stay away from Miya Osamu even though your stomach traitorously whines for another taste of the onigiris he makes, because they’re honestly downright delicious and you’ve been dreaming of them instead of the factory-made onigiris you’ve been eating at work. 

Not because you dislike him. Quite the contrary, really. 

You keep well away because you know it wouldn’t end well for you if you foolishly let yourself be pulled into his orbit. The truth is you’re unaccustomed to people, let alone handsome men with crinkles at the corner of dark eyes that telegraph a lifetime of smiles. You know for certain that you will fall hard and fast if you do not keep your heart carefully frozen, locked away in the icy tundra of your heart, and there’s nothing to cushion the fall. Gravity will drag you down because you’re just you - a wholly uninteresting thirty something year old with hardly anything to show for the number of years you’ve accumulated, and he’s a thriving business owner who’s brave and quietly funny and ambitious. 

But though you stay away, fate obviously has other plans for you.

Because your rice cooker breaks down, damnit. 

You stare down at the machine which beeps sadly at you, laughing at the ceiling because of course you have to eat your words to feed your stomach, and of course your traitorous feet colludes with your stomach to bring you back in front of Miya Osamu’s store. Your nose picks up the familiar scent of perfect grilled rice, and you give in to the inevitable when your stomach growls and whines. 

(a moth drawn to the flame, heedless to the danger of being burnt) 

Fate intervenes yet again, because Miya Osamu’s behind the counter when you push through the door. “Welcome”, he calls, eyes crinkling at you from beneath his cap, and though your sense of self-preservation tells you to turn around and leave, you find yourself a seat at the counter, right in front of him. “I hope you’re hungry”, he jokes, and you find yourself smiling when you tell him that you are quite hungry indeed. 

You expect him to putter away and leave you alone once he serves you food, but he lingers by your side.

“Did your rice cooker actually break down?” he asks, and laughs when you admit sheepishly that it actually did, the sound wide and bright, filling the homely space. So you eat your pride in exchange for some of the most amazing onigiris you’ve ever had - he’s gone heavy on the seafood this time because, as he explains, a huge shipment came in from the port in Kobe, and he’s snagged some for himself - grilled young sardines, salted cod mentaiko with baby squid, even some short necked clams, and again he surprises you.  

“Come back again”, he says when you’ve thanked him for the meal. 

Your stomach prompts you to reply ‘very soon’ with a smile that he returns. 

It’s easy enough to replace a rice cooker, but you find yourself back at Onigiri Miya again and again. At first you make excuses for yourself - it’s raining, and it’s just around the corner, so you might as well stop for a quick meal and some shelter, or blaming yet another visit on the fact that your fridge is empty and groceries will only be delivered the next day, and most ridiculously, reasoning that rice is a form of self-care - it is, of course the foundation of every meal, gohan literally means rice -  and you deserve to fill your stomach with the best rice that you can find. 

Soon enough, you’ve become a regular customer to Onigiri Miya, returning at least twice to thrice a week, often enough that all the staff know exactly that you prefer warm barley tea because it warms your throat, even if the weather outside is sweltering, you must have a bowl of soup to accompany your onigiris - your favourite is the oxbone soup with radish, though sometimes if you’ve had a hard day at work, you opt for the miso pork instead, and that you’ll try to hoodwink them into letting you pay for your food even though their boss has left strict instructions not to take any money from you under any circumstances. 

“Let me pay”, you insist, trying to shove money into hapless Miyamura-kun’s hands, the college-aged part-timer looking for the life of him a scared deer in headlights as he stammers that he isn’t going to take any payment from you, because Miya-san was furious that you paid last round. You think you’re sneaky by trying to leave money on the table regardless, but speak of the devil - Miya Osamu emerges from the back to hand you a box full of plump onigiris, packed to go - it’ll last you for tomorrow’s lunch, at least - sweeping up your cash to hand it back to you with a firm - I ain’t takin’ any payment from you, at least let me feed ya, for gods’ sake, you’re so stubborn, woman! 

“You shouldn’t be so generous”, you argue. “Letting me eat for free is bad for business.” 

He stares at you in open disbelief. Then he actually brandishes a (thankfully empty) pot at you, and drolly points to where a shiny kettle is perched on his stove. 

Fine, you grumble under your breath. Point taken. 

What’s even worse for his business is that he doesn’t leave you alone when you’re in his shop, the times he’s around at least. 

At first, he keeps his topics of conversations to the food you’re consuming, asking if you enjoy whatever new combination he’s come up with - there’s a secret menu in Onigiri Miya, it seems, and Miya Osamu seems hell-bent on using you as a taste-tester, perhaps he finds out that your taste buds are sharp enough to pick up every layer of flavour he’s worked into each dish, and you’re honest enough to tell him when his ideas suck. 

“Right, I got the message”, he laughs apologetically when you splutter and actually spit out some odious concoction of barbecued squid and peanut butter. 

“It’s not that bad” you say in an attempt to placate him. “I feel like if you didn’t use teriyaki marinade on the squid before you barbecued it and mixed it into the peanut butter instead, it might’ve been a little more melded together. Needs acid to cut through all that sugar though.”

“Hrm”, he leans forward, tapping his chin. “Maybe I’ll try that. You’ll eat version 2.0, right?” 

“Forget I ever said anything”, you grouse as he chuckles, sliding you another (more delicious) onigiri in recompense. 

Over time, the standard greetings of welcome back and how are you slowly change into a cheeky have you eaten and the immediate punchline that follows I guess not, cos you’re here again. Then he starts asking questions that grow increasingly personal in nature from his place behind the counter, on the other side. Incremental growth, like snow that melts away inch by inch to reveal the ground over gradual shifts in degrees, beginning from the mundane so ‘how was your day’ (you never know how to answer that, because he’s probably the first person to ask you that in a very long time), to ‘the weather kinda sucks, huh’, to more personal questions that he actually seems curious about - ‘like so what d’you do for a day job, besides bein’ my landlady’, and ‘how d’you know so much about food?’ 

You never give him a straight response to the latter, but you do eventually reply that you work in a combini - a convenience store. 

“What?!” he exclaims. 

“A 7/11, two streets away”, you reply. Noticing the frozen look of shock on his face, you parrot his words back at him - “what?”

“Nothin’”, he answers after a couple of beats. “I - I’m just kinda surprised.” 

“I’m not suited to do much else”, you deadpan. “‘Sides, it’s kinda fun to stack the shelves and figure out new ways of arranging umbrellas and snack bars and popsicles, and the night shift can be kinda relaxing, especially when it’s raining in summer and snowing in winter, cos’ no one really comes in and you have space to just be by yourself.” 

“Sounds fun”, he says, as if he’s at a loss as to how to formulate a response that won’t offend.  

It doesn’t sting even though you know he’s trying to be polite. Your job is what it is, a means to keep you occupied and extra money on the side since you’re saving any rental income from the store for when a storm might whirl into your life. If he interprets your choice to mean you’re lazy or unambitious and withdraws from your acquaintanceship as a result, as it seems he does for the next fortnight where his questions to you become perfunctory and he keeps his topics of conversations strictly food-related, that’s his prerogative. 

(oh, foolish little moth. you flew too close, singed your wings)

That’s fine. If you’re being a burden, someone he doesn’t deem as worthy of getting to know, you can take the hint. Your stomach can learn to be deprived of the best onigiris you’ve ever had the honour of devouring. You can rely on your trusty rice cooker and 7/11 egg mayo sandwiches - their tuna mayo onigiris don’t cut it, now that you’ve tasted the real deal, but that’s alright. You’re an adult. It’d be silly to feel down because a kid you met at the playground refuses to be your friend. After all, you were just being decent to him without expectation of anything in return. 

Always expect the worst. That way you’ll never be disappointed.     

That’s how you’ve protected what’s left of your heart, by slowly but surely swallowing incremental doses of liquid nitrogen. You’ve trapped it in a cage of ice, buried it under a blanket of snow. 

All for its own good. 

So you stay away from Onigiri Miya as humidity and heavy summer rains wash the streets of Osaka, and your rice cooker groans in complaint at the additional labour it must perform. He does resurface briefly when your phone blinks alive with a notification that he’s transferred this month’s rent to your bank account, which you promptly transfer back, but other than that, you successfully avoid him for two weeks. 

Until, yet again, rain thwarts your plans, and for some reason you can’t quite fathom, you’re standing in front of Onigiri Miya yet again. Today, though, you immediately notice that something’s off. Miya Osamu has always run a tight operation, you’ve hardly ever seen a queue or anyone waiting for a seat, for that matter, and yet today there are people spilling out from the shop into the sidewalk, a sea of hungry, frustrated faces. When you peer through the glass, Osamu is stranded alone behind the counter underneath a pile of orders, only assisted by poor Miyamura-kun who looks like he’s about to drop dead on his feet. 

You poke your head into the store. “What’s going on?” 

Miyamura-kun is clearly on the verge of tears, because he babbles in a lowered voice that Morita and Ishida - the main chefs in the second store, are both down with food poisoning from bad oysters, and his other staff are occupied with peak hour at the first store, so Osamu’s left to run the kitchen by himself. 

“He should close the store and stop taking in orders”, you point out. 

Miyamura shrugs helplessly, then yelps when a bevy of customers decide at that moment to swarm him with questions why their orders aren’t ready yet. They’re both drowning, Osamu doesn’t even have time to look up to greet you, and he looks as if he’s one onigiri away from mental collapse.

You push your way into the store, weaving through customers to slide behind the counter. Ignoring Osamu’s spluttered - what the hell are ya doin’, you don an extra apron hanging on the side, roll up your sleeves to wash your hands and when you deem yourself ready, you snort and reply - it kinda looks like you need help. 

It’s testament to how busy he is that he doesn’t even have the time to stop you. 

You scan the kitchen to grasp your bearings, run an eye over the neverending pile of tickets, cast a dubious glance at the buckets of onigiri toppings that’s obviously running low. That you should leave for Osamu to deal with, since he’s best placed to recreate the exact flavour profile for each of the fifty fillings he offers. 

“I’ll make the onigiris while you prepare the fillings?” 

“You’re just gonna get in the way”, he says despairingly. “Look - I appreciate your help, really I do but this is a kitchen - ”

You snort but you don’t bother retorting. After all, actions speak louder than words, you’ve always believed. So you spread salt and sprinkle water over your hands, scooping rice between your palms before adding a careful heaping of tuna mayonnaise. Osamu’s disbelieving eyes widen to an almost comical degree when you shape a perfect onigiri with a gentle press of your hands, wrapping it neatly with a nori sheet. 

“What’s next?” you ask. You’re already preparing the next onigiri on the menu as you speak. 

He blinks before his brain reboots. “I’ll prep more fillings.” 

“You do that”, you say distractedly, hands a blur with rolling together yet another order - salmon mentaiko, then a fancy order of three avocado smoked salmon with cream cheese (which is a little fiddly but you manage), a daily special of umeboshi, grilled shio onigiri, kimchi pork belly - seriously, it’s a bit of pain because the oil leaks into the rice, but you learn that you need to pat the filling dry - then he returns with a whole trayful of added supplies, much needed reinforcement in the trenches. 

You work in tandem with Osamu, rolling onigiris in your hands, grilling them over charcoal, holding the fort as he runs back and forth whenever a particular filling runs low - it’s all backbreaking, gruelling work. Hands a constant flurry of movement, feet sore from standing up, but the adrenaline of pushing through and satisfying customers pushes you through the entire stack of orders until finally, finally the store is clear and the dinner rush is over. 

You end your shift the way you started it, by washing your hands, bowing to your makeshift workstation for being kind to you. Miyamura-kun slumps over a table, too drained to even gather himself to his feet, and you ruffle his hair sympathetically, stealing his spray bottle and wipe cloth from him to disinfect all the tables and chairs, commandeering a broom and mop to clean the floors as Osamu tells the younger boy to knock off work, since it’s well past his working hours. Things must always be set back in place and cleaned at the end of a shift - some lessons are never unlearnt, and you hum in satisfaction when everything’s tidied up, all spick and span. 

When you turn around to return the borrowed apron, Osamu levels an inscrutable stare at you. 

“What?” you ask a little shortly. Your stomach rumbles like thunder, and hunger pangs are starting to strike you, terrible as lightning.  

“You’re a trained chef”, he says. A statement, not a question. 

“Yes”, you confirm. You’ve always been a little feisty when starving. “And?” 

“You didn’t mention that when you said you worked at a 7/11”, he answers, frowning. “It’s just a lil’ confusing, ‘cos you’re actually good - I’ve never seen anyone make onigiris like that right off the bat, there’s no way. You must’ve done it enough times ‘til you can do it in your sleep.”  

“So what if I’m good at cooking?” you match his frown. 

For all of Miya Osamu’s amiability, he doesn’t back down. “I just think it’s just a waste - ”

“To work a dead-end job at 7/11?” you shoot back. For all the heat behind your anger, your hands are cold, laden with disappointment you shouldn’t be feeling if you were wise enough to heed your own words and expect the very worst. You don’t know his judgement stings white hot against your skin, when you should’ve learnt to brush this off by now, but his words simply pour oil into the rolling fire of your sudden rage. “To sit on my ass all day and collect money from you instead of running my own store?” 

“Woah”, he raises his hands up. “I didn’t say that - ”

“No, but you implied it”, you snap. “I don’t need to justify my life choices to you - I don’t need to explain myself to anyone what I do with my time and skills, because I have my reasons and it’s my own choice.” 

“I think you’re putin’ words in my mouth”, he says after a long pause. “I think you’re bein’ emotional - ”

“I’m willing to bet a whole lot of money on the fact that you were about to lecture me about wastin’ my skills and training and chasing my dreams of bein’ a chef - tell me I’m wrong”, you snarl. “Swear on your store - since that’s obviously your dream, and tell me that’s not true.” 

“You are wastin’ your skills - ” Osamu begins, but he’s cut off by the jaunty jingle of the store’s bell. 

A bellow. “Osamu, yer scrub, you didn’t answer yer phone”.

 “Stay here - let me see what my idiot twin wants first”, he says as he heads back out front. 

It’s only when you’re in the kitchen alone that you realise, with cold horror and anxiety clawing its way through your chest leaving frostbite in its wake - that oh gods - that you’ve dropped your usual facade of cool politeness and detachment - likely because hunger makes you do terrible things, and you’ve been unspeakably rude to Osamu. You’ve been brought up to be better than this, trained to be nothing but meek and mild and polite - he must think you’re some kind of crazy, rude bitch.  

So you do what you do best. 

When Miya Osamu’s back is turned, you slip out of the store, fleeing into the night. 

There’s really nothing wrong with running away. 

That might make you a coward, but it’s easier to hide and cower rather than face up to any unpleasant situations - what was the saying you read in high school, right - that discretion is the better part of valour, so if you bunker down in your little ice cave and seek shelter from the world, that’s an inoffensive enough of a strategy. It hurts no one, least of all yourself. 

You will skirt around the streets just to avoid both iterations of Onigiri Miya just to ensure that you eliminate any possibility of running into its owner. You will pretend that the texts you receive from him don’t exist, ignoring his entreaties to come back, let’s talk to ill-disguised bait about the store he’s building - it’s coming along nicely, in case you’d like to meet me to have a look. 

He didn’t exist in your life before, so in theory it should be easy to carve him out. 

In practice, you forget that Miya Osamu can be determined to the point of obstinacy. That makes sense considering what you know of him - setting up a successful food business in his early twenties despite having no family connections in the industry (picking up the trade is far easier when you’ve learnt it at your parents’ knees, he’s probably had to learn it from trial and error, having never been to culinary school), and only having the funds that an online shop and occasional pop-up stalls might give him - which is to say, not very much at all. 

Still, you gape at him when you look up to find him illuminated by the splashes of rain and fluorescent lights, your customary greeting of ‘Irasshaimase!’ dying on your lips. A take-out bag with the navy logo of Onigiri Miya hangs from his wrist, and your stomach immediately grumbles, complaining about its subsistence of 7/11 onigiris this past week, a poor substitute compared to what Osamu used to offer instead. 

You plaster on a cheery smile, bowing to welcome him to the store. 

Hopefully he’s just here to grab an umbrella to shield him from the rain. Or maybe he’s here to grab some chips - everyone, even a chef with plenty of food at his disposal, indulges in some junk once in a while. Or maybe, given the timing of his visit to the combini and its proximity to the love hotel just down the road, he’s here to get some supplies (something in your gut burns, the resulting fumes acrid and sour) and you’ll just keep your head down if so, no need to make things awkward, a guy has his needs you’re sure - no one would begrudge him for that - 

“Hey”, he says softly, adopting a tone one would use on spooked creatures. Mired in your inner monologue, you fail to notice him approach the counter gingerly. 

You pull your smile even wider until it’s taut in a pained grimace. “Hey there ”, you reply. “How may I help you?” 

He lays the bag on the counter. “I brought you food”, he explains, even though it’s unnecessary because you can smell the familiar scent of katsu and luncheon meat. But even though your stomach leaps with joy, you don’t make a move to take it. 

“I can’t take that”, you say, even though your fingers twitch. “Thank you, but it’s fine.”

“But I can hear your stomach growling”, he replies with a slight smirk. 

Your cheeks flare up, heat flushing through your face. “It’s the air conditioning”, you lie. “Must be spoiled. Please, sir - is there anything I can help you with? If not I’m going to have to ask that you leave me alone-”

“Do you really want me to?” he asks. There’s the faintest flicker of something in his warm, dark eyes that you can’t quite recognise, possibly disappointment- but surely he can’t be disappointed if your rude self disappeared from his life, never to darken his doors again. 

“I - ” You hesitate. 

“I’ll leave ya alone if you really want me to, but I wanted to ask when your shift ends so I can come back and apologise. I reckon I was behaving badly last night -” he snorts self deprecatingly. “‘Tsumu must’ve possessed me when I was talkin’ to you, and you didn’t deserve to be spoken to like that by anyone, least of all by me. I should’ve been thankin’ you for saving my stupid ass, instead of interrogating you.”

“You don’t need to thank me”, you say. 

“Then at least let me feed you”, he replies, pushing the bag towards you. “Then at least come back to my shop so I can feed you, that’s the least my ungrateful ass can do for you.”

“You don’t need to do anything for me”, you frown, pushing the bag back towards him. “I’m not asking anything from you - ”

“But I want to”, he says simply. 

(a flutter beneath a blanket of snow and ice) 

“You want to?” you repeat, confused. “Why?” 

“Why?” This time, it’s Osamu’s to be confused, brows furrowing. “What are we, five? I wanna be friends, in case that wasn’t already obvious. Scratch that - cos I thought we were friends already, and that’s what friends do.” 

Friends. 

You turn over that concept in your head. To be honest, what you only had growing up were acquaintances, children of your parents’ associates who you had to hang out with, classmates in school who only ever bothered to say hi and bye at best - you were kept so busy at training to take over your father’s sushi restaurant that you hardly ever spent time around people for social purposes. Your current job and lifestyle doesn’t offer you much opportunity to make friends either - your shifts at the combini are always done solo, and you don’t go out of your way to seek people. You don’t notice the absence of something you never had. 

But now when you’re three decades into the game called life, opportunity comes knocking on your door. 

You give a final, regretful look at the take-out bag before pushing it back to Osamu. “I can’t eat on the job”, you say but before his face can fall, with a shy peek to his face before dropping your gaze to your feet, you add - “but my shift ends at six tomorrow morning”. 

“Sounds like you might need a big breakfast then”, Osamu chuckles. “I’ll see you soon.” 

The rest of your shift passes without event. The rain starts to die sometime after midnight, and you’re spared the usual unruly customers who stumble in after a wild night of drinking. There’s even a cat that sneaks in. You empathise with her hunger, offer her a can of tuna that you pay for from your credits, and she rewards you with her presence, curling by your feet as the sun starts its slow steady climb back into the sky. You name her kombu-chan (because she’s got a seaweed like streak across her back), and shoo her out gently as you pack up to leave, laughing as she stops short outside the combini to hiss at the tall man waiting for you outside the store, an even larger takeout bag in his hands. 

He kneels beside her and buys her affection the same way you did, handing over an offering of food before greeting you with a grin that’s brighter than the rising sun. 

“Good mornin’”, he says, tipping his cap to you. “Hungry?” 

You spent your whole life learning to be lonely but now Miya Osamu enters it to turn everything inside out and upside down. 

“Always”, you reply.

a/n: chapter 3, and our frosty reader is finally thawing out! 

[vegetafan72]

Can you do yandere broly and yandere Goku , yandere future trunks with half sayian s/o adopted daughter to Gohan can you write how they deal with her busy social life like when she spends more time with her friends just chatting and they feel in rage of however you giving attention like talking to vegeta

to even from Gohan and little bit of pan and videl

I don’t normally do Yandere headcanons. It’s listed under what I don’t do, but you’ve requested stuff before so I’ll do it this one time. However, judging from the ask, it sounds like you want a Goku x Gohan’s daughter, which would be Goku’s own granddaughter. You do clarify that she is adopted but it still feels icky to me. I’ll do it, but I’m NOT going to do something like this relationship again. (Also, I saw you apologized for meaning to have this be a reader insert, but no worries. These are just regular headcanons, not reader inserts)

Another thing: I’m making the s/o at least 18. If her age was more on par with current Super Pan’s, she’d be a baby/toddler.

Broly

- Broly has very intense feelings. When he gets hungry, he gets full on ravenous. When he gets angry, his power explodes and makes him go on a rampage. So when he meets Gohan’s daughter and gets a crush on her, it’s a burning desire.

- He instantly chooses to move off Vampa and come to Earth to be closer to his s/o. In fact, he stays right outside Gohan and Videl’s house so that, as soon as his s/o comes outside, he can be right there with her. He then follows her around everywhere she goes.

- When her friends try to come around, they don’t stay for long. Broly is huge and intimidating, especially since he gets mad whenever they take away the s/o’s attention from him for too long. And if any of them dared to stand up to him, they'd be punched hard enough to fly for miles.

- It doesn’t matter whether she is talking to Vegeta, Goku, Gohan, Videl, or even playing with her little baby sister Pan, Broly hates when her attention is away from him. It would make him blow up in rage, going into his legendary form to wipe out everyone to make sure the only person his s/o can interact with is him. He’d probably have to be put down by Goku and Vegeta’s fusion or maybe Beerus if Broly ruins the God of Destruction’s meal. He would be too dangerous to be kept alive.

Goku

- He probably really did only see his son’s adopted daughter as a granddaughter for a while, but after getting to train with her enough, he feels an attachment to her that he has hardly ever felt before. He’s felt love for his family and friends before, but it hardly ever got to this point.

- He’d come by to the house often, but only to send time with his s/o. He won’t care about Chi-chi, Gohan or Pan. After all, he’s been a bad husband and father for years, why would he start being better now? It causes a lot of resentment and rifts in the family.

- Goku would try to keep his s/o training with him constantly, but when she wants to go off with her friends, he tags along simply because he doesn’t want to be away from her. He acts cheery and happy with her friends, but it gets really annoying with how he constantly interjects into their conversations. That and watching him eat when they go for meals is uncomfortable because of how sloppy he is.

- He can allow his s/o to spend time with Gohan, Videl, and Pan. After all, that’s her father, mother, and sister. However, if she is talking to Vegeta or anyone else, he gets jealous and inserts himself into their conversations, just like he does with her friends. It's so aggravating and it’s going to lead to fights.

Future Trunks

- Trunks has been through a lot and needs some love. When he feels a crush on Gohan’s daughter, he wrestles with it because he respects Gohan so much, it’d be weird to date his daughter. However, he likes her too much to let it go.

- He abandons the future to stay in the past, with his s/o. Why go anywhere else when she’s right there? He’d try to spend time with his father and mother, but he truly desires to be around his s/o.

- When she wants to be with her friends, he tries to give her that space, but after a few times, he can’t keep it up. He tags along with her and tries his best to get along with her friends, but he just finds them annoying for taking his s/o’s attention away from him.

- Again, he has so much respect for Gohan, so he won’t stop his s/o from spending time with her own father or even if she wants to spend time with Videl or Pan. Family is important; he understands that. That’s why he also doesn’t mind when she talks to Vegeta or Bulma, after all, that’s his own parents. The only way there could be problems is if his s/o and Vegeta had a really good relationship. Then Trunks might get jealous and tell his dad to back off.

[chezborger]

Hello! I love your one-Shots that you write are beautiful! Can you do a Goku x Chubby!Reader? Please? Where Goku is jealous because the reader spends more time with his granddaughter and not with him. And he tries to do everything possible to make the reader notice him. But the reader does this because she feels insecure about falling in love with Goku. There can be a lot of fluff and Goku being possessive.

A/n: Thank you sm😔💕 also of course you can!

Type: Fluff

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(Y/n) held the squishy baby up giving her smooches all over her chunky cheeks. Feeling Pan's little hand holds onto her finger but obviously not too hard, was utterly adorable. She raised her into the air while she squealed and giggled, floating up into the air by herself.

"Pan is just too cute!" She jumps up catching the baby making Pan giggle again. "I'm glad Gohan and Videl let me babysit, weirdly enough she likes me a lot and gives me no trouble at all." She watches as pan nibbles on a toy.

While (Y/n) got carried away with the baby Goku sat pouting, all her attention was to the baby while he tried the whole time to get her notice him. He wanted to tell (Y/n) how he felt some type of way about her that he couldn't explain, he just wanted her to himself but she was too busy with the baby. Don't get him wrong, he cared for Pan but he also couldn't help but feel a little jealous from all the kisses and cuddles she got from (Y/n) instead of him.

"Look I wanted to show you this neat thing I learned!" He exclaims proudly but before he can Pan starts crying and interrupts.

"Hold on she's hungry, let me go fix her up a bottle, keep an eye on her." She gives the fussy baby to Goku who huffs out of disappointment.

"I bet you're just loving this aren't you." He holds up Pan who reaches a hand out to Gokus face. She happens to grab his cheek yanking on it with a laugh. "H-Hey!, Quit it!" He tries to pull her away but her grip doesn't let up and she finds it funny. He continued to struggle but soon after (Y/n) came in with a bottle in hand.

"Lunch time!" Pan let's go and makes grabby hands. Of course she starts floating up to her level and, she grabs the baby giving her a kiss. Pan snuggles into her and is quick to swipe the bottle. "I'm gonna put her to bed, I'll be back in a bit." She continues to gush over the baby as she goes, Goku groans and let's his head hang low. He just wanted (Y/n) all for himself and he wanted her to know. When she returns she doesn't see him in sight. Thinking he's gone until strong arms come around her soft waist. Her breath hitches and her face flushes red. He hugs her from behind cuddling her, his nose getting tickled by Her hair. (Y/n) hand goes behind to cup his face

"What's the matter, Goku?" She asks with confusion. Her heart beat races and she feels like it's going to jump out. He grumbles something in her neck and she urges him to speak up.

"I just got tired of waiting is all, I dont wanna let go it's hard to share you, (Y/n). I just want all your kisses and soft hugs to myself, okay." His bashfulness is hidden away in her hair. She stares in disbelief and spins around still in his muscular arms. She brings him down and kisses his forehead then presses her own againts it. He sighs dreamily and she laughs softly, her stomach is full of butterflies and her mind is spinning in all of this being so sudden.

"I didn't think you had feelings for me, I'm just a little surprised because I'm not most people's type." She looks away not trying to let negative feels take over but he snaps her out of it.

"Huh?! What are you kidding? You're amazing! You're so caring and pretty, those people are crazy." He nips at her doughy hips and sides. "I really like how soft you are too." He says absentmindedly, big hands cup her chubby cheeks and he places his lips to her own plump lips. Her eyes widen but she melts into it and returns the display of affection. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time." He chuckles nervously. "I want to be the only one giving you kisses like that." He brings her close enough that her pillowy self presses againts his.

"Mhm, of course you can., Goku" Her hands press onto his chest and she kisses him herself this time. "But aside from that you're gonna have share me with Pan."

"Fine." He grumbles again giving her soft form a small squeeze while still holding her in his arms.

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✨ Requests: Open ✨

[teenandbeyond]

Hello! I was wondering if you could an angsty one. A Gohan x Baby Reader where the reader is sick (with the flu or Kawasaki's disease). Gohan watches them while he does some research/work. But don't worry, Gohan's sweet pea gets better!

Gohan x Baby. Reader [Pt.4]

This is a cute idea, I hope I keep its cuteness!

Want more from me? MaStErLiSt 2

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The Sick Sweet Pea (DBS or Dragonball Super)

Warning(s): Fluff?

Being sick sucks, especially when Papa wants to keep feeding you that nasty medicine.

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“It’s just the flu, so nothing major to worry about.”

Mama and Papa sighed in relief.

“I guess we freaked out for nothing, then…It’s just the first time [Name]’s ever been sick,” Mama played with your hair aimlessly.

“Well, I’d still suggest taking precautions, [Name] is still young, it could be a little tough to get through compared to a more developed body,” the Doctor, the man was called, advised.

“Yeah, that’s true...I’m guessing medicine will be prescribed?” Papa assumed.

“Yes, I’ll get on that. And prepare to have to watch over them for the duration of this, which shouldn’t be long.”

Another sigh from Mama, “But I have a business trip tomorrow…I’ll have to cancel.”

“Videl that trip could make or break your promotion, canceling like that…”

“Well, what other option do we have? Piccolo is unavailable since he’ll be in deep meditation for the week. And Goku, no offense, wouldn’t be the best for [Name] while sick.”

“I could stay home.”

“Gohan, you have work, too!”

“I know, I know…But I should still be able to work from home for a few days. And I want to make sure my little Sweet Pea is taken care of.”

You wiped at your nose with an arm, sniffing away.

“Wait, [Name], don’t do that, sweetheart,” Mama gently grabbed your arm, wiping it with a tissue.

“How would you like to spend a few days with me, Sweet Pea?”

“Yay!” you cheered, only to whine when a sneeze interrupts you.

“So, then it’s settled. I’ll call work, and watch over [Name],” he finalized.

“Fine…if you say so.”

The next afternoon, Papa scribbled something onto paper, you could only make out a letter or two so you didn’t bother to see what it said from your crib.

You let out a tired sigh, curling into your sheet.

“How’re you feeling over there, [Name]?”

You met his eyes as best you could with your heavy lids, “Bleh.”

He chuckled, “That’s fair. Should be about time for your medicine—”

“No.”

“It’s not that bad.”

Your lips curled in displeasure, “Yes, is.”

“Well, you want to get better, don’t you?” He reached for the bottle next to his laptop.

“Eh.”

He pouted, “Come on, Sweet Pea, I want you to get better…you’re going to let cough syrup get in the way?”

You slowly nod, “Nasty.”

“Well, I’m sorry. You’re going to have to take it anyway, this is the only thing you can take being so little.”

To his surprise, you put up a fight.

You screamed, tugging on his hair, kicking at his face.

“Hey! Calm down!” though your attacks seemed useless, he hardly faltered and ate your hits.

“No! No berry!”

“But you like this kind of berry, that’s why they got it for you.”

There were a few fights like this, then you went from fighting to crying, which broke his heart since it was such a rarity.

“Papa!” you wailed, reaching for him.

“Oh, Sweet Pea…” he grabbed you up, setting you on his leg as he gently rocked you.

You leaned into him, watching as he worked.

“You’re really burning up, huh? Make sure to drink up that water, okay?”

Every few minutes you would sip from your cup, occasionally he would remind you if you zoned out.

You were very miserable the first few days, Pan would help when she could, and Mama would always call.

And then, finally, you woke up one morning feeling energized…well more than you had the past few days.

You called for Papa, who had fallen asleep at the desk. His eyes fluttered open adjusting to being awake.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Happy!”

He smiled, stretching out his arms, “You look better, that’s good!”

“Yes!”

“I’ll see how it plays out today, just to make sure…Hm…What do you think about some fresh air?”

[saiyanwhore]

Arranged (Vegeta X Reader)

Chapter Eleven // Life On Earth

After giving birth, you made it your mission to give Daio a good life. You knew it would already be tough for him, not having a father figure and all.

You had taught Daio everything he knew. You built a small cottage in the middle of the forest, far away from suburban and city life.  You hunted for your and Daio's meals. You took Daio under your wing and taught him survival skills.

He was strong and as stubborn as ever. He had quite a little personality. It reminded you much of his father.

You told him stories of Planet Vegeta. Of his father, the Prince. You told him all about the truth. About Frieza, the space pod, him being born the moment you arrived. Everything. You didn't want to shelter your child, but also Earthlings confused you profusely. Even now that you've lived on Earth for over a decade, humans were odd. You tried to keep Daio away from the city, knowing that he would be confused seeing you confused. It was hard for Daio at first, but he was smart and strong willed. He came to understand everything.

As for appearance, he was almost a carbon copy of Vegeta. He had the dark eyes and everything. Even so, his power level was greater than his father's at this age. Daio was thirteen and always shocked you with his power. He would have made an amazing warrior.

And as of now, he was out searching for dinner.

"Hello mom." He entered the house, veggies in his hands. "You'll never believe what I found."

"What!?" You gasped as you looked at him, a smirk upon his face.

"I found a boy while I was out looking for dinner. He told me his name was Gohan." He grabbed your hand and dragged you out the door, pointing to a little boy standing in your yard.

The poor boy looked terrified. "Look, he has a tail!" Daio announced turning to Gohan and pointing to his tail.

"Daio! You can't be going around stealing children! I'm sure his family is worried sick." You grabbed your son by the ear and pulled him away from Gohan.

The little boy shrunk down against a tree, visibly shaking.

"Now, Gohan. Do you know how to get home from here?" You crouched down to be level with the boy.

He shook his head no as tears started streaming down his face.

"Hey, sweetheart it's okay. We'll find your family. Do you know your parents' names?"

"Uh huh." He sniffled. "Chi-Chi is mommy. Goku is daddy."

Goku. That name sounded awfully familiar.

You giggled as you picked him up.

"Okay Gohan. We'll get you home."

You started flying and looked over at your son. "Now you. I expect you to give me some sort of direction as to where you found him! I'm sure his house is nearby."

Daio rolled his eyes, knowing that was a risky game to play with you.

"Fine." He mumbled.

He took the lead as you followed close behind, being sure to make sure Gohan felt safe.

"How old are you Gohan?" You asked the little boy.

"Four."

Jeez. A little young to be out in the woods by himself.

You traveled maybe five minutes before Daio led you to the ground. His arms crossed as he looked over to you. "Here."

"Drop the attitude." You growled. "Otherwise no training for a week."

His arms immediately dropped to his side. "Yes ma'am."

"GOHAN! GOHAN!"

"Daddy! I'm here!" Gohan jumped up and down as you watched his father lower himself to the ground. He was riding a big, orange cloud.

"Hey kiddo! Where have you been? Your mother almost had my head!" Goku exclaimed, picking Gohan up and ruffling his hair.

"I was lost." Gohan frowned. "But this nice lady helped me!"

Goku looked at you.

Oh my gosh! He's the one who helped me when I landed here!

"Jeez! Thanks." Goku sighed in relief. "Hey! Aren't you the lady who gave birth to that-"

Goku looked over at Daio and gasped. "Wow! Not a baby anymore!"

He giggled as he scratched the back of his head. "What's your name?"

"Daio." He grumbled, crossing his arms and looking off to the side.

"Wow! Talk about a bad attitude!"

"Well, if you met his father you wouldn't be surprised." You pulled your son into a tight hug.

"You've got quite the power level for a kid your age." Goku exclaimed. "Who's been training you?"

"I have, actually." You blushed, looking down at the ground. "Back on our home planet I was the strongest female saiyan."

"Well hey! Maybe I can show you two some techniques from here on Earth sometime."

"Yeah for sure!" You smiled.

"Speaking of which...what's your name again?"

"Y/N."

"Okay Y/N. I have some questions for you. Maybe we could head back to my place and while the boys play, we can talk."

"I'm not playing with a four year old." Daio scrunched his nose and looked over at you.

"Yes you are." You grabbed his collar and dragged him over near Goku. "And yes Goku, we will talk." 

"Let's go!" Goku placed Gohan next to him and they took off, you and Daio following close behind.

Once you landed, Goku sent the boys inside and took you aside to talk to you.

"So, we had an encounter with a Saiyan not too long ago. He told us planet Vegeta was destroyed. His name was Raditz. We just barely beat him. He told us a year from now, two more Saiyans would be arriving. They're working under someone named Frieza. I need to know something..."

Your heart stopped.

Raditz.

Frieza.

Two more Saiyans.

Tears started escaping your eyes and before Goku could ask his question, you fell into his chest and sobbed.

"Woah, woah! It's okay, Y/N!" Goku hugged you tightly.

"My son's father...he's probably dead. I can't imagine Frieza allowed him to stay alive." You cried.

"Hey, look. That's why I want your help!" Goku started. "I need to know what you know about Frieza and these Saiyans coming. You'll know their combat strategies and maybe even their techniques! You can help us fight them. And I can train you and Daio while Gohan goes to train with our friend Piccolo."

You softly smiled at the goofy man in front of you. "Yeah. I'll give you any info you need Goku. And I'm sure Daio will enjoy a change of pace while learning with you."

"Great!! So we'll start tomorrow!"

[dreadsuitsamus]

Protect | Gohan x Reader |

author's note: this lil story is inspired by an ask @loki-love answered, which i encourage you to check out here! thank you so much again for inspiring and approving me writing this short lil thing haha i appreciate it from the bottom of my heart. i just really wanted to write protective gohan!!

pairing: gohan x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of reader's past abusive relationship, gohan's anger

A ping breaks the amicable silence between you and Gohan, and you groan at the realization it's your phone that's gone off. Gohan absentmindedly rubs your thigh as he continues staring at the bright light of his laptop screen as he works and your eyes flick to the message on your phone instead of the raunchy comedy on the television.

I miss you

"Ugh." You grumble under your breath. Your ex, once again. Lately he's taken to messaging you, not just through your phone number but even social media outlets. Ignoring him hasn't been working; he just keeps trying!

Please leave me alone.

You silence your phone and tuck it between the couch cushions, wrapping your arms around Gohan's and focusing on the movie again. He kisses your hair sweetly, resting his head on yours and watching as a naked man on the screen emerges from the trunk of a car and begins beating up three men with a crowbar. "What on earth are you watching?" He chuckles, perplexed but entertained anyway.

"A dumb movie." The murmur is sour on your lips— every time that bastard of an ex messages you, your mood turns. Where someone finds the nerve to harass their ex after the way they treated them in the relationship, you've got zero idea.

"You alright?" He murmurs in your ear and sets aside his laptop to turn his body your way.

"Yeah, yeah." You nod quickly. "Don't worry. Just… Watch the movie with me?"

"Of course." Gohan's smile is so damn pure; he loves you so much, and that's exactly why you love him just as much. He builds you up, telling you he loves you every day, listening to your boring workday stories, complimenting you even when you look a hot mess first thing in the morning. He's never left anything but a good mark on you, never ever caused one bad day.

Gohan and the movie are quick in breaking your downward spiral, and you cuddle into your lover just a little closer, grinning ear-to-ear when his lips press against your cheek.

I'm sorry for everything. I've changed, just let me prove it to you

A low growl leaves your throat as you read the text. Bastard left you alone for one day! Instead of the rest of your damn life! Your thumbs tap quickly against the screen and you send the message with a huff, shoving your phone in your back pocket as you resume working; it's a busy evening at the rowdy Texas-themed restaurant you work at, and you've certainly got no time to text a shitty man.

I will never go back to you. Leave me alone!

The evening goes by quickly, your shift just about over as you're collecting your tip from your most recent table when there's a tap on your shoulder. And when you turn, it's none other than that bastard that literally left you for dead staring you in the eye. He's grown his hair out and started shaving, and in those green eyes you see images of the past— the way he berated you, cheated on you, beat you and then drained your joint account of all the money and skipped town when he left you.

"Babe-" He begins, and you gasp sharply and step away as if burned by his very voice alone.

"I am not your babe. Leave me alone!" You nearly drop the wad of cash in your hand as you scurry away to the employee lounge and call your boyfriend.

Gohan answers immediately, the angel. "Hey baby, are you off work already?"

"Yes." You fiddle with the hem of your shirt, hoping your voice isn't shaking like your hands.

"I'm on my way. See you in five!"

"See you." You quickly tap the red button and rub your face. Hopefully your ex is gone by the time Gohan comes.

Gohan makes the quick drive between home and the restaurant in record time, and walks in as always to come and walk you to the car himself. He's done that ever since you took this job, as it's simply a gentlemanly thing to do, and also because who knows who's lurking in the shadows at this time of night? You're far too precious to him to go unguarded, so to speak.

He smiles and looks around, black hair wild as always after a research binge. Some of your coworkers wave and he waves back politely, smiling still. He can't remember the last time he's felt this happy all the time, at peace even during the most frustrating days at work. You've brought a balance to his life he can never thank you for enough.

"D'ya know where she is?" Gohan asks, and one of the blonde waitresses moves in closer to speak in a whisper.

"She ran to the break room, I'll go get her… And I'm not for sure, but that guy over there seems like trouble and won't give anyone his order or anything. We were just about to ask our manager to call the police and have him removed."

"Hmm…" Gohan looks over, the days of his vigilante justice flashing briefly in his mind when he gets a look at the man. Gohan doesn't love to judge, but the vibes of the man alone raise the hairs on the back of his neck. "Can I go with you to retrieve her?"

"Yeah, absolutely." The waitress nods and takes Gohan to the back where the lounge is, opening the door and allowing him in, leaving the two of you in private.

"Honey?" Gohan asks carefully. Something is definitely wrong, at this point. You're curled into a ball with your head tucked into your knees; and if he's not mistaken, it sounds like you're crying.

Dear Lord, forgive me if I have to fuck someone up tonight.

You sniff and look up at the light of your life— and subsequently surge into his arms as he gets closer to you.

"Baby…" Gohan murmurs, holding you in those deceptively strong arms. He's got every bit the look of a typical nerd, but underneath those clothes lie a very strong, durable Saiyan that should maybe train more than he does these days, but is still plenty strong enough to beat many, many foes. Especially human ones. "What's wrong?"

"M-My ex, Tyler, won't leave me alone." You sob into his shirt. "He keeps texting me and I tried ignoring him and I tried telling him to leave me alone but it didn't work and now he's here and-" Another sob breaks out and you lose your words, but Gohan's got more than enough information now.

"Is he that man sitting out there?" He murmurs lowly, body beginning to tense with adrenaline.

"Yes." You pull back and wipe your eyes, looking into Gohan's. "I'm sorry I didn't-"

"No, no." He says quickly. "You have nothing to apologize for. Not one single thing."

"But I didn't tell-"

"That doesn't matter, baby. You stay here— I'm gonna go talk to him."

"Gohan!" Your fingers curl into his white Henley shirt, holding him to you as best as you can. "You can't just…"

His warm hands cradle your face, swiping away your remaining tears with his thumbs. He looks at you as if you're a netherite ingot— the most valuable thing he could ever have. "I'm just going to talk to him. Okay?"

You falter, taking a deep breath. Of course your ex isn't scary at all to Gohan; he could obliterate the piece of shit with a single snap. And you know what lurks beneath Gohan's surface— the rage of the great beast within sometimes seems to buzz just beneath his skin. That alone should send your ex running.

"Okay."

Gohan smiles gently and kisses your lips so sweetly, so lovingly. "I'll be right back, okay? And then we'll go home and snuggle."

Your smile is hard for Gohan to break away from, but the memory of your tears anytime a nightmare arose that featured the man you used to be with is enough to pull him away from your arms and out to the table your ex is at, his back to Gohan's approach. Gohan sneers, the tingle of Super Saiyan crawling up his spine and he has to will it away as he firmly grasps the back of your former boyfriend's neck, leaning down to speak directly into his ear.

"Step outside with me. Now."

"Who the hell-" Tyler stops short when he turns his head and sees the fury in Gohan's eyes.

"Son Gohan." The half-Saiyan spits out. "Let's go." He practically drags Tyler out of the booth, his hold on his neck still strong. With just a simple squeeze, he could end this man's life as he'd nearly ended yours, and the beast on his shoulder yearns for it.

But he promised you he would only talk it out, and he'd certainly never break a promise he made to you.

Gohan releases Tyler when they're outside and at the perimeter of the parking lot, pushing him a short distance away. "Do you think harassing my girlfriend is going to do you any favors?"

"I'm not harassing-"

"She's asked you several times to leave her alone. And yet, you don't listen. What do you call it?"

Tyler's fists clench and god the fury inside of Gohan is hard to contain. This person, the one that tore you down to nothing stands before him, and words could never express the desires his primal, Saiyan blood has in the face of this cruel man. He's a threat to you, the one Gohan loves and will protect with his life, if needed.

Gohan speaks again before your ex even has the chance. "I love that woman with everything I've got. She means everything to me." He fishes a small box out of his pocket, opening it and showing Tyler the beautiful ring inside. "This is hers; it's just waiting for me to ask the question."

"Me and her have history, and if she would just hear me out-"

Gohan laughs rather menacingly, carefully putting the ring box back into his jeans pocket and stepping closer to your ex. "You still don't get it. She's with me now, Tyler, and she's happy."

"She was happy with me too."

"I don't doubt that she was at some point." Gohan shrugs. "Until you cheated on her, abused her emotionally and physically, and left her for dead in that old apartment."

Tyler blanches, as if he stupidly didn't expect Gohan to have the nitty gritty details. And that's when Gohan grabs him by his shirt so forcefully, pulling him close and ripping his glasses off his own face so he can truly look the scumbag in the eye.

"This is the only warning you get from me. Eye-to-eye, man-to-man. Leave my girl alone, and you won't have any problems. Understand?" Gohan growls, the inner beast screaming at him to destroy this man, to not even leave a corpse behind. He doesn't deserve to live, it calls. He hurt her, it reminds. 

"I'm not fuckin' scared-"

With a roar, Gohan releases Tyler's shirt and instead slams his fist into one of the nearby trees, splintering it to hell as it's ripped clean in half by the single punch. The nerve of this fucking guy! Gohan glances over his shoulder as the rest of the tree falls to the ground, and he can't fight the smirk on his lips when he sees the coward running for the hills.

"Guess I made my point."

Gohan wipes away any pieces of wood from his clothes, pulling a splinter from his hand and grimacing lightly at the scratches. They don't hurt, but they'll worry you. He jogs quickly into the restaurant again, and smiles when he sees you're out of the break room and sitting at a table with that same coworker from before.

"Hey!" He greets you with a swift kiss. "Ready to go?"

"Yes." You nod and perk a brow, but wait until you're at the car to ask any questions.

"He's not gonna bother you anymore." Gohan prefaces as he opens the door for you.

"You're sure of that?"

"Well…" Gohan gestures in the direction their conversation took place in, and you gasp at the sight of the destroyed tree.

"Gohan!"

Even with the beast inside proud of his work, Gohan blushes with a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "I didn't hit him."

Your arms slip around Gohan's waist and practically crush him in a hug. His arms are gentle in contrast, but so warm, like a blanket around you. He smiles again and kisses the top of your head before bringing you home to snuggle, as promised.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Could you do Female Oc Kent x Male!reader in Superman & Lois, Female Oc Kent is the third triplet and only daughter of Clark and Lois. Y/n is a sayian who was sent to earth as a baby in 2007. He is also a friend of Jordan, Jon, and Female Oc Kent when they were kids in Smallville. He was raised by grandpa gohan and piccolo. They taught him material arts and how to master ki, including Supreme Kai and old kai. His best friend are Vegeta and bulma. He can also turn into ssj, ssj2, ssj3, ssj4, and ssj rage.

The story starts in Superman & Lois 1x01 in Martha Kent's funeral and he meets the Kent triplet again. They didn't recognize him. Y/n then saw Female Oc Kent's lips and said.

Y/n: Female Oc Kent what happened, it looks like your lips are bleeding.

Female Oc Kent: No its lipstick you moron

Then she realized she recognize y/n stupidity

Female Oc Kent: It really is y/n

They began to catch up, later on Female Oc Kent invites y/n to hang out then the triplet and y/n went to the barn and finds Clark's ship. They found put that Clark is superman. After that y/n was doing homework with vegeta and bulma. Then he sence Clark fighting the stranger then he saves him in ssj4. He then saw clark unconscious, he wakes him up by shaping him repeatedly UNTIL HE WAKE UP!!!

During 1x05 the smallville festival y/n ask Female Oc Kent on a date. Then he fights Derek Powell. During 1x06 Female Oc Kent refused to go to the game since she has bad memories during her old school in Metropolis. She invites y/n to hang out and he shows her the four dragon ball. He ask her why she didn't want to watch her brother's game. She tells him that her old boyfriend in the football team humiliated her and spread bad rumors about her. He conforts her and give him and she give him a kiss then they got carried away by making out. Y/n gave Jon a senzu bean to heal his arm.

During 1x07 y/n and vegta are fight a metal cooler John Henry Iron sent so he can kill superman.

Y/n slaps Superman:

https://youtu.be/94OAX5MR5TY

The 3 Kent kids meet y/n again:

https://youtu.be/RVTMWKFyihI

Y/n and Vegeta fighting metal cooler:

https://youtu.be/1WmAXNZBdds

Y/n and Vegeta Rock, Paper, Scissors

https://youtu.be/Cy6gFtr1mgk

Y/n eats the dragon ball and later on his forhead:

https://youtu.be/jPBILyZ0_lQ

https://youtu.be/ooFZ0650cpk

I can write this 👍👍👍

[actuallysaiyan]

Definitely not the biggest simp for Kiba and Gohan-

Congrats on your follower count! 👏 you deserve that with your content (may or may not have me slowly falling into the Jiraya and Kakashi hole XD). As for the event! I have two possibilities based on your writing inspiration!

Prompt 4 with gohan

AND / OR

Prompt 6 with Kiba where he's person A ^w^

event here.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex(Kiba), mentions of drinking(Kiba), oral sex(male receiving/Gohan), some slight fluff, rough sex(Kiba) word count: o.9k(collectively) pairings: Son Gohan x Fem!Reader/Kiba Inuzuka x Fem!Reader prompts: Person A waking up Person B in the morning by working their mouth below the belt. and Person A playfully keeping Person B pinned down as they take Person B from behind. Person A lays their hands over Person B's as they kiss and bite Person B's neck and shoulder, whispering naughty/sweet things into their ear. Bonus: They’re doing it in front of a mirror. Person A takes pleasure from the look on Person B's face as Person B whimpers beneath them. a/n: Couldn't pick between the two, so I wrote two shorter ones!

Sleeping next to your half-Saiyan lover has you melting to every little touch and moment of affection. Gohan has gone through so much in his life, so you know that him falling in love was so important. He really wants everything to work out perfectly. You were his first for a lot of new experiences, and his fun side showed you that being quirky and silly was a lot of fun. So you and Gohan got along like a house on fire. It took no time for the both of you to fall so deeply in love with one another. 

You treat him well, and you dote on him like his mother does. But you know how to keep it light for the most part. The only thing that isn’t light is when you’re intimate with him. Becoming so intimate with a man like this is something so intense. Gohan shows you that Saiyan part of him, and he fucks you into the mattress like nothing else matters. He almost makes it seem like he’s trying for a baby sometimes, even though you haven’t discussed it just yet.

It’s a warm morning and the sun cascades through the window. Gohan is still resting, which is apparent by the light snores coming from him. You smile sweetly and roll over, being able to admire him even better while resting on your side. Gently, you run your fingers down his chest, watching as he stirs so lightly in his sleep. Suddenly, a thought pops into your head. A very naughty thought.

You slide down between his legs, smirking as you see the morning wood pressing against the sheets. You throw back the covers gently, watching as his cock twitches to the sudden gust of air. He still stays sleeping, moaning softly and then snoring once more. You press soft kisses to the underside of his cock, making it bounce a bit more as you continue your soft and teasing ministrations. 

And yet, Gohan still goes on sleeping. You smirk up at him, wondering if you could manage to begin sucking his cock without him waking up. You figure that’s just wishful thinking. There’s no way you could get that far without him opening his eyes and witnessing the lewd act you’re performing on him. You take his leaking cock into your hand and you begin slowly pumping it. Then you wrap your lips around the head of his cock, making him grunt. 

His eyes begin to open, and he lets out a whine when he feels your warm mouth enveloping his hard cock. This is truly so good. He never thought you’d be waking him up with morning head. Gohan bucks his hips a little, sending more of his thick cock into your mouth. You begin to gag and sputter, but you don’t let up. He lets out a sleepy apology, and he murmurs praise as you begin to bob your head up and down.

All he can think of is how perfect it is to wake up this way…

“Fuck you’re so tight!” Kiba grunts as he pumps into you. This all started when the two of you began flirting with one another at this party. You’ve known Kiba for years, but for the first time, he was looking so fine.

A few more drinks, and Kiba was guiding you into one of the empty bedrooms. The lights were turned down low and your lips had met in such a fierce and fiery kiss. You found his fangs so alluring as he dragged them down your neck, placing love bites in his wake. You gripped his hair before he pushed you onto the bed.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been dreaming of fucking you?” He growls, pinning you down on the bed. You squirm under his grasp, trying to get free but your attempts are half-hearted as you desperately want to know where this will go.

You giggle, “Why don’t you tell me all about it?”

Kiba has other ideas. He then maneuvers you onto your hands and knees, pulling the clothes off of you in a frantic haste. He kisses and bites your soft skin, leaving red marks wherever he can. Once he has you naked, he pulls his own jeans down and pulls out his throbbing erection. A few lazy pumps and then he’s sliding into you, reaching places so deep.

“Oh fuck!” You whine, knowing that you’re about to have your world rocked.

Kiba keeps you pinned down, his hands on top of yours. His hips move in a frantic pace, fucking you like a starved animal. You expected this from him, considering he’s so canine-like. You whine as he leans in to kiss and suck on your neck. The words that come out of his mouth are so filthy.

“You like that, huh? Such a cute little babygirl…your cunt’s dripping all over me.”

He fucks you hard and fast, and when he tugs on your hair, you notice the mirror that’s not far off in the room. You watch as Kiba slams himself into you, over and over. You have never seen such a lewd sight in your entire life. Soft mewls and whines slip from your lips as he pumps into you, bringing you closer and closer to your peak. You try to warn him, but all that comes out are pathetic little moans.

“I know, babygirl. Cum for me,”

He bites your neck once more, sending you over the edge. Your cunt grips onto him so hard, making him growl loudly. He’s not going to be able to last much longer. Kiba watches as you slowly come down from your high, and he pumps into you even harder and faster, chasing his own high.

Still, he keeps his fingers tangled in your hair, forcing you to watch him cum so hard deep inside your pussy.