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this guy

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It would probably be better to just use 'Y/N.' Using 'Sakura' ruins the immersion— it reminds me too much of Sakura from Naruto being placed in the AOT universe, especially when reading her character description.

Just a recommendation and opinion?

Anyways, feel free to ignore this. It’s both of yours collaboration fanfic so who am I to critic.

Totally get it and thanks for your opinion (I actually think you're right yk?)

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A/N: This fic is a mix of canon-divergent AOT timeline (Part 1) and reincarnation AU (Part 2). Centered on Eren x Y/N and a side story featuring Levi, cause why not, right?. This is a project blending my vision with @cal148's.

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They were just kids when the world ended.

Two souls, bound by something older than memory, were torn apart in the chaos that followed. Five years passed. Blood spilled. Walls fell. And yet, some bonds refused to break.

She became a soldier. A leader.

He became a weapon. A curse.

And somewhere in the middle of the carnage, they found each other again.

But destiny is cruel.

And history has a way of repeating itself.

"If we’re lucky… I'll see you again. Maybe in another life."

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I don't know how serious this headcanon (or joke) can be considered to be

Bulma knows the reader is meeting a deity (Shin or Daishinkan), and sure if they're fucking

Bulma wants to see the magic junk between the god's legs and how it works. It would be easier to pay Whis new delicious meal, pay money the reader to have them fuck in front of her, or is it easier to bring only an angel into her lab to study his body. But the reader is preoccupied with another god. hmmm Whis or Beerus… Bulma isn't sure for some reason.

It's for science, and scientific interest.

She catches a moment when the god and the reader are in the same location (lol I wonder what Bulma will bribe the deity with to show her the workings of his organs) and proposes her idea to them

If the reader and god agree, Bulma will collect any of the available liquids (deity)

Lmao, imagine the reader working with the deity's genitals, and Bulma standing almost side by side studying and recording what's going on

Fun fact, I'm going to the psychologist, and told her a bit about this kind of things (no, not Bulma wanting to see magic wands), but like self insert kinda shit, and she's genuinely concerned :) We're crazy, y'all!

Oh yeah, we scientists are crazy, I mean, I was like Bulma was, forcing flies to have babies.

Still wondering if gods have abnormal sizes, like I mean, would it be proportional to the height, or bigger, or smaller... or would it shift depending on the person?

(I will cover this and more topics when I get my YT channel up and running :D)

So anyway, yeah I don't think I'll write scenarios about this, still loving to read them and sure as fuck more people would love to lol

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May I offer a little thought while the requests are open?

Yandere Shin! I'm not sure if this can be linked to yandere, or it could be a regular Shin

But he uses Kibito as a huge tank who fucks the reader under Shin's supervision.

Compared to Kibito, Shin and the reader are small, Kai likes to hold the reader on Kibito's lying body like he's a huge bed, snuggling up to his lover.

Standing Kibito holds the reader in his hands at the level of Shin's head, spreading her legs, allowing him to eat her standing up. Kibito holds the reader in his lap, playing with her pussy with his fingers while Shin sits next to her and does the work of creating life and planets (The reader is teased by leaning his face over Shin's crotch, and the smell of the released musk is maddening)

Oh good lord 😳

Yeah, I wouldn't know, like yandere is someone extremely obsessed with you, so Idk if that person would another fuck their beloved... this seems more like a trio thing tho... Yeah I'm not really sure actually (also not sure if I'll be able to write smth like that lol)

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Omg I loved this Picrew so much!!! And once again, Happy bday!!

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Omg these are so cuteee 🥰

Idk who to tag

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picrew chain time!! make yourself a cheeky little icon using this picrew, reblog & tag ur pals!! to start us off: @lightyaoigami @lightyakami @deelavis @dreamfilleddonuts @catboymettaton @vorareromantic @queer-omens-in-the-archives

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This song gave me s4 Eren x Y/N (or Mikasa, whatever you want) Modern AU vibes, like both singing this song alone while any of them is playing guitar and both of them are a cute depressed couple

Watch Arcane btw, really recommended! Guaranteed crying, depression and great music :D

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Hi. What do you think of this headcanon?

Choice of Daishinkan, Shin, and Whis (choice if you don't mind, or in one headcanon?).

The reader is being chased by a creeper, she panics when she's almost pinned against a wall. She barely remembers that she has teleporters (Home Zeno and Kai word).

If it's a Daishinkan moment, the reader teleports into Zeno's house and hysterically hides behind anything, most importantly away from the stalker. I don't think Zeno and Priest have heightened empathy, but they don't like what's going on, especially that their friend is so badly frightened and the intruder is swearing at everyone. The gods get rid of the creeper and try to calm the man down.

The moment with Shin?

The reader is teleported to Kai's world in an attempt to escape. Kibito comes to the rescue and teleports the man to another location, while Shin calms the reader down

The moment with Whis?

He rejoices in Bulma's kitchen on the balcony, the reader suddenly appears, abruptly takes his staff and disappears. Somewhere in the distance someone's screams are heard, the reader returns with a glassy stare, holding out the slightly bloody staff and shivering walks away, promising to wash it a little later

Escaping a stalker hcs

The moment you feel yourself cornered, panic grips your chest. Your heart pounds as you realize you have only one escape: teleportation. Without thinking, you instinctively vanish.

When you reappear, you're somewhere safe—the grand, immaculate halls of Zeno's palace. You’re trembling, gasping for breath as you dive behind the nearest structure, hiding like a terrified animal.

Daishinkan senses your arrival immediately, his serene expression barely shifting, but there's a glint in his eyes as he assesses the situation. Zeno, tilting his head, is more openly curious.

Before either can question you, a furious, disoriented voice roars from the teleportation rift you left open. Your stalker, full of audacity and venom, stumbles in, still shouting about how you can't run from him.

The room turns deathly silent.

Daishinkan doesn’t need heightened empathy to understand. The distress in your ki, the way your body shakes—he doesn’t need to feel emotions to recognize the situation.

Zeno, who was simply watching, suddenly frowns. "That person is being mean." His voice is light, but there’s something wrong about the way he says it.

The stalker, still too foolish to grasp the weight of where he is, continues to yell.

"They belong to me! Who do you think you—"

Daishinkan raises a single hand, and reality itself folds—the intruder is gone before he can utter another word. Where? Not even you know.

Zeno claps his hands. "Goodbye, bad person!"

Daishinkan approaches you, his presence alone enough to settle your trembling form. His voice is calm, a stark contrast to your panicked state. "You are safe here. Breathe."

He doesn’t offer words of comfort the way a mortal would, but his actions speak louder. The palace is now your haven, and he will not allow such an incident to happen again.

I can't with the face of this dude XD

Your breath catches in your throat as your stalker lunges. With sheer instinct, you teleport—anywhere, anywhere but here.

You land roughly on the soft grass of the Sacred World of the Kais, gasping, shaking, feeling the adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

Shin, who had been peacefully tending to a small pond, nearly jumps in surprise as you suddenly appear. His expression quickly morphs from confusion to deep concern when he sees your terrified state.

Before he can ask what’s wrong, another presence blips in. Your pursuer had somehow latched onto your ki, following you here.

"There you are—!"

He doesn’t finish his sentence.

In an instant, Kibito moves—his large hand clamps down on the stalker, his face unreadable as he teleports him far away, to a place unknown.

Shin immediately rushes to your side, his normally gentle demeanor now filled with urgency. He kneels beside you, his hands hovering as if unsure whether to hold you or give you space.

"You’re safe now," he murmurs, voice soft, almost hesitant. "I promise, no one can harm you here."

You can’t stop shaking. He doesn’t push, doesn’t overwhelm you with words, just offers you the quiet, comforting presence of a god who cares.

When your breathing finally steadies, he gives you a small, reassuring smile. "Would you like some tea?" It’s such a simple offer, but one filled with warmth, with a desperate attempt to ground you.

In the days that follow, he doesn’t leave your side. The Sacred World of the Kais becomes a sanctuary, and Shin makes it his silent mission to ensure you never feel that fear again.

Whis is enjoying a pleasant moment on Bulma’s balcony, indulging in a delightful dish he had just discovered, when you suddenly appear.

Without a word, you snatch his staff straight from his hand.

Before he can react, you vanish.

A faint, distant scream echoes in the wind.

Whis, spoon frozen in mid-air, blinks. Slowly, he sets his food down. Interesting.

Minutes later, you reappear, your face blank, hands trembling slightly as you hold out the bloodstained staff to him.

"I’ll… um… I’ll clean it later," you mutter, avoiding his gaze as you place it back in his hands. Then, as if nothing happened, you turn and walk away.

Whis, amused, tilts his head.

"Oh my. That was rather quick."

He doesn’t need to ask what happened—he already knows. He can feel the faint energy traces of a life abruptly snuffed out.

He chuckles softly, twirling the staff between his fingers before lifting it slightly. The blood vanishes in an instant, as if it was never there.

He takes another bite of his food, gazing at you with intrigue.

"What a fascinating little mortal you are."

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Hihi! I saw that your requests are open again! So, I wanted to request a oneshot of Goku Black or Zamasu trying to take care of the female reader of her period, please.

(Totallyy not influenced due to me being on my period. No, my good writer.)

Yeah, sure, totally ;) Gotcha

Bloody Hell

Zamasu had always found mortals to be filthy, flawed creatures. Their bodies were weak, susceptible to disease, pain, and suffering. He had observed their pathetic ailments from a distance, never once imagining he would have to care for one.

But you… you were different.

He still didn’t understand why he tolerated you, why he let you stay by his side when all other mortals disgusted him. Perhaps it was because you weren’t like the others—less selfish, more patient. Or maybe he simply enjoyed your company, though he would never admit it.

But when he found you curled up in pain, your face pale, your body trembling, he felt… something unfamiliar. Concern.

"You’re unwell," he stated, kneeling beside you. "What afflicts you?"

You winced as another cramp hit you, groaning. "It’s… just my period, Zamasu. It happens every month. I’ll be fine."

He frowned. "A monthly affliction? How inefficient."

You managed a weak chuckle. "Yeah, tell me about it."

For the first time, Zamasu found himself at a loss. He was a god, above mortal suffering—how was he supposed to help?

"Do you require healing?" he asked, summoning his divine energy.

You shook your head. "It’s not something you can just fix. It’ll pass."

Zamasu hated that answer. He hated that he couldn’t take away your pain.

Still, he observed you, analyzed what little he knew of mortal comfort. Carefully, he summoned warm tea infused with calming herbs, conjured soft blankets, and placed a cooling cloth on your forehead.

"Rest," he said, his voice softer than usual. "You will not suffer alone."

Goku Black was not like Zamasu. He did not merely tolerate you—he claimed you. You were his, and anything that caused you pain was an insult to his divinity.

So when he discovered you curled up, struggling through your period, he was furious.

"Who dares to make you suffer?" he demanded, his aura flaring.

You blinked up at him, exhaustion in your eyes. "Uh… biology?"

His rage simmered, replaced with confusion. "Explain."

You sighed. "It’s just something that happens to women, Black. It’s annoying, but it’s normal."

"Normal?" he scoffed. "You think I will allow my queen to be in pain every month because of some pathetic mortal weakness?"

Before you could protest, he teleported away. Minutes later, he returned, arms full of various remedies—herbal teas, heating pads, even chocolates.

You stared. "Where did you—?"

"I took them," he said simply.

"You stole them?"

He smirked. "They were unworthy of keeping such gifts when you are in need."

You sighed but couldn’t help the small smile forming. He may have been merciless, but when it came to you, he was devoted.

Settling beside you, he pulled you into his lap, his strong arms wrapped around you protectively. "Rest, my love," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Your pain will pass, and I will be here until it does."

And true to his word, he did not leave your side.

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Hey how you doing I so happy you are open could I request a sequel from yandere frieza x female Charlie reader, the reader got pregnant by frieza after he claimed her as his, she gives birth to her son Kuriza, the reader adores her son and he is the only good thing that came from her force relationship with frieza, she adores her son and tries to give him a normal childhood, not wanting her son to be like her dad ?

You had always believed in kindness.

It was your nature—soft-spoken, warm, ever hopeful. Even in the coldest of places, surrounded by ruthless warlords and cruel soldiers, you had clung to the belief that there was good in the universe.

But then he had claimed you.

Frieza had taken you as his, not through love, not through consent, but because he wanted you. And in his mind, wanting something meant owning it. You were a prize, a pet, a delicate thing he could keep under his control.

The days in his grasp were suffocating. He was possessive, unpredictable, and terrifying. Yet, despite everything, despite the nightmares and the forced smiles, something beautiful came from the cruelty.

Kuriza.

The moment you held your son in your arms, his small body warm against yours, you knew—he was the only good thing to come from Frieza’s obsession. The only thing that mattered now.

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Raising Kuriza in Frieza’s empire was like trying to protect a flickering candle in a hurricane. You wanted to give him warmth, to shield him from the monstrous world his father ruled with an iron fist.

"You spoil the boy," Frieza would say, amused as he watched you cradle Kuriza after he scraped his knee. "He needs to be strong, not coddled."

"He needs to be loved," you always countered, holding your son closer.

You sang him lullabies, taught him kindness, whispered to him about a world beyond war and destruction. When Frieza was away, you told Kuriza stories of peace, of friendship, of a future where he wasn’t feared but adored.

But Frieza knew.

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Frieza was never one to let go of what was his. And you were his, just as much as Kuriza was.

"Do you think you can change him?" he asked one night, watching as you tucked your son into bed. "Do you think you can make him soft, like you?"

"I think I can make him better than you," you whispered.

Frieza only chuckled, a chilling sound, before cupping your chin with cold fingers.

"You’re adorable when you fight back, my dear," he mused. "But you forget—" he leaned closer, pressing a soft, deceptive kiss against your temple, "Kuriza is my son."

Your blood ran cold. Because deep down, you knew—no matter how much you tried to protect Kuriza from his father’s darkness, Frieza would always be there, waiting, shaping him into the heir he desired.

But you wouldn’t stop.

You would fight.

For Kuriza.

For the one piece of light in your frozen, caged world.

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Hi how are you could I request a yandere king cold x female arcosian reader, the reader is from the same from frieza race, the wife of king cold and mother of cooler and frieza, the reader before getting engaged to king cold was already pregnant with cooler and with another male arcosian, who cold killed without mercy and force the reader to marry him, after years she would get pregnant again this time with frieza?

Don't ask why, but I like this kind of dinamics

The day he killed him, the stars above burned cold.

You remembered the sight of your mate's body, lifeless, sprawled across the icy floor of your chambers. The father of your unborn child—Cooler—slain with no hesitation. King Cold stood above him, expression unreadable, as if he had merely stepped on an insect. The blood hadn’t even dried before he turned to you and declared, with the weight of an unshakable empire behind his words:

"You belong to me now."

The engagement wasn’t a choice. The marriage was an inevitability.

The early years y

ou fought. You resisted. Even as you stood at his side as his wife, draped in royal finery, bearing the title of Queen, you despised him. Cold indulged your tantrums, your biting words, your attempts to undermine him. You tried to remind him at every turn that you weren’t his.

And yet, every attempt at defiance was met with something worse.

He never raised a hand against you, no—King Cold preferred a more insidious cruelty. He surrounded you with guards loyal only to him, ensuring you had no allies. He buried you under lavish gifts, silk and jewels, fine wines from distant worlds, dressing you up as the queen he had stolen. He granted you power—but power that was forever tied to him, so you would never forget where it came from.

And when Cooler was born, Cold made it clear:

"He is my son now."

You knew then that there was no escape.

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Hate turned to exhaustion. Exhaustion turned to resignation. Resignation turned to something else.

King Cold was a tyrant, but he was also… generous. He listened when you made demands, when you craved luxuries, when you whispered about planets that intrigued you. He indulged your whims, and in return, he expected your presence at his side.

You didn't love him. But power—true, undeniable power—was intoxicating.

The day you told him you were pregnant again, with Frieza this time, was the day you stopped pretending you weren’t part of his empire. He smirked, victorious, as if the bond between you had been permanently sealed.

"Our son will be even greater than the last," he mused, brushing a clawed hand over your stomach. "And he will know exactly who rules this universe."

You should have been disgusted. You should have rebelled. But instead, you found yourself smirking back, because Cold was right—your son would be greater. Your blood would shape the future.

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Now, as Queen of the Cold Force, you sat on a throne beside him, draped in the finest silks, sipping wine from a golden chalice. You had everything you had ever wanted. Races trembled at your feet. Armies knelt before your command.

You had never truly forgiven him, nor had you ever truly loved him. But power was a seductive thing, and as long as Cold continued to give you everything you desired, you could ignore the past.

He knew. He had always known.

"You may not love me," he murmured one night, fingers trailing over your bare shoulder, "but you will never leave me."

You tilted your head, considering.

Then you smirked. "And why would I?"

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The reader is not a "cat person" and is neutral about cats. And happens to be a cat magnet. Imagine that because Berus is a huge cat, the reader accidentally attracts his attention

You were not a cat person.

You weren’t a dog person either. You were just… neutral.

Sure, cats were fine. Dogs were fine. Animals were fine. But you never had that burning love for them like some people did. You weren’t the type to squeal over cute kittens or go out of your way to pet every dog you saw.

And yet.

Somehow.

They always found you.

Strays on the street would follow you home. Friend’s pets would ignore their owners and curl up in your lap. Even the most aloof of felines would take one look at you and decide, “Yes. That one. That human.”

It was annoying.

But nothing—nothing—compared to what happened when you met Beerus.

The first time you met the God of Destruction, it took approximately five minutes before you felt his eyes on you.

You had done nothing to attract his attention. You weren’t some powerful fighter. You weren’t an important figure in the universe. You were just there.

And yet.

Beerus sat, lounging on a floating pillow, staring at you like a cat that had just spotted a brand new toy.

It was unsettling.

“Uh…” You shifted awkwardly. “Do I have something on my face?”

Whis, who stood beside him, smiled in amusement. “Oh my. It seems you have a rather unique presence.”

Beerus didn’t blink.

“You’re interesting.”

“No, I’m really not.”

He leaned forward, tail flicking lazily. “I’ll decide that.”

You should’ve known that being on Beerus’ radar was dangerous. But at first, it wasn’t too bad.

Sure, he’d call on you randomly. Sure, he’d show up when you least expected it. Sure, he’d stare at you like a predator watching prey.

But you weren’t afraid of him. If anything, you were just confused.

It got worse when you realized he started treating you like a real cat would treat their human.

Like how he’d show up at your place without warning. Like how he’d take over your couch, your food, your personal space. Like how he’d bop you with his tail when he wanted attention.

You squinted at him one day as he stretched across your entire couch.

“Beerus.”

He cracked an eye open. “Hmm?”

“I am not a cat person.”

He yawned. “And?”

You sighed. “Then why are you acting like I am?”

Beerus grinned lazily, fangs peeking out.

“You say that, yet here I am.”

“…That’s not an answer.”

Whis, watching the exchange with his usual amusement, chuckled. “Oh my. It seems you’ve become quite the favorite.”

Beerus just flicked his tail.

You groaned. You weren’t a cat person.

But it seemed the biggest cat in the universe had already decided you were.

And there was no escaping it now.

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What if "friends" is a fuzzy concept? Especially for an angel? If Shin enjoys the time you spend together, for Whis it's just a fun companion. He just comes over to your place, or Bulma's, because he's being fed a cool new food and he's being friendly.

You may never reach “friendship level 4” with him, but that won't stop you from casually bribing the alien bastard with Earth food to share in return, like your hyperfixation. Even if he doesn't care and doesn't listen to your excitement, you share ideas and headcanons with him (when Shin isn't around and he's busy with his work lol) Whis comes next time - you already have a new interest and the dude will probably have to be distracted for a second to find out the meaning of your interest and study the characters to get the gist of your thoughts

Nothing to do with Vegeta, I just liked the picture

Shin thinks you and Whis are friends.

You’re not sure if Whis thinks the same.

Sure, he stops by often, but not because of you. No, no, the dude simply likes free food. Whether at your place, Bulma’s, or anywhere that serves something new and interesting, Whis is there with an effortless smile and impeccable table manners, indulging in whatever earthly delicacy is available.

It took you a while to figure him out.

Shin, bless him, was different. The Supreme Kai genuinely enjoyed your company. He laughed at your jokes (even when they didn’t make sense), listened with interest (even when he didn’t understand), and spent time with you for no reason other than because he wanted to.

Whis? Whis was different.

He was a companion at best, a casual acquaintance at worst. He would listen to your hyperfixation rants with a bemused smile, responding just enough to acknowledge you were talking—but the moment the conversation strayed from food or divine matters, he mentally checked out.

So, you learned. You adapted.

If you wanted Whis to engage with you at all, you had to bribe him.

First: Food.

Easy enough. You always had some unique Earth treat ready to go—something he couldn’t easily replicate.

Today’s offering? Strawberry mochi.

Whis gracefully accepted it with a hum of approval, taking a delicate bite before offering his own half-hearted input.

“Ah, delightful. A wonderful combination of textures.”

“Great, now listen to this—” You leaned forward, eyes gleaming. “So, I’ve been obsessed with this one series lately. It’s about an intergalactic war, except the two main enemies have the most ridiculous tension. Like, if they stopped trying to kill each other for five seconds, they’d totally be—”

Whis nodded along, making an encouraging noise between bites. He was not listening.

Second: Persistence.

The next time he stopped by (again, not for you, just for a new dessert you promised), you had already moved on to a new obsession.

Before he could even take a sip of his tea, you ambushed him.

“Okay, so forget the space war. I have a new fixation. This one is about—”

A brief flicker of interest crossed his face.

“Did the other obsession not satisfy you?”

You squinted at him. “Wait. Did you actually look up the last one?”

Whis smiled, taking a slow sip of tea.

“Perhaps.”

Your jaw dropped.

Third: Success.

The cycle continued.

You shared, he pretended not to care—but next time, he always knew just enough to comment on it.

Even if he didn’t fully listen. Even if he didn’t genuinely care. Even if the concept of friendship was still fuzzy to him—

You’d take it.

Because maybe, just maybe, Whis was starting to enjoy your conversations too.

Even if he’d never admit it.

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There are various internet arguments about who should pay at a restaurant.

Shin, who explored these internet discourses for the sake of flirting with the reader: if we were on a date, I would pay for you :) The reader, playing along of course I'd trust you to pay for the restaurant. Because you're the only one of us capable of creating any currency out of thin air, in any quantity

Yeah I mean, Shin, after spending way too much time reading human internet debates on dating etiquette (not the best idea, believe me), declares this, then reader plying along is like:

"Of course, I'd trust you to pay. Because you're the only one of us capable of creating infinite currency out of thin air."

Shin blinks. Then turns pink.

Maybe next time he should flirt without setting himself up for economic responsibility of the entire universe.

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Sorry, I don't remember if I sent such a question

I'm vibing so hard, sorry. You do write nsfw, don't you?

Imagine that angels and kaioshins as alien divine beings have a good sense of smell. I think they could smell the reader's ovulation and understand why she sometimes actively flirts with them and acts horny? Daishinkan can smell the faint scent of the reader when she's around him, though basically he probably enjoys her flirting with him, and for the most part he sometimes doesn't understand her jokes. Daishinkan thinks about how much he'd like to bury his face between her legs. They manage to be alone, and he finally pins her against a column/wall to eat the reader while she burrows her fingers in his hair and drunkenly calls him daddy. And oooh, since angels don't need to breathe, he'd definitely be stuck between the reader's legs for a long time

If you know me, I don't judge people's likings AT ALL, I also have my... quite interesting thoughts about certain characters, yk... But I still can't see what you guys find in this man lol... probably is the fact I'm not into short guys... Aaaanyway, please enjoy

warnings: NSFW, power play, oral fixation, daddy kink

It started as a curiosity.

Daishinkan, the Grand Priest, had always been perceptive. His senses were honed beyond mortal comprehension—sight, sound, touch… and scent.

So it was impossible for him not to notice when the fragrance of your body changed.

The first time it happened, it was faint—just a subtle shift in the air when you entered his presence. A warmth. A sweetness that lingered in the space between you.

At first, he dismissed it as a passing anomaly.

Then it happened again.

And again.

And he knew.

You, a mortal, had no idea that his kind could smell the ripe fertility coursing through your body. That your ovulation called to him, primal and intoxicating, like a whisper in his mind commanding him to claim.

You flirted often, playful and bold. At times, he didn’t quite understand your human humor—but he understood your desire.

And he enjoyed it.

Oh, how he enjoyed it.

Tonight, the scent was stronger.

Daishinkan remained composed, seated at the high balcony of Zen-Oh’s palace, listening as you spoke animatedly about something inconsequential. He watched your lips move, the glint in your eyes as you laughed.

You were so human. So full of warmth and passion and life.

And he wanted to ruin you.

Your scent coiled around him like an unspoken temptation, seeping into his very being. He had resisted before, had maintained his careful distance… but why should he?

When your words were laced with teasing affection. When your fingers trailed just a little too close to his robes. When your lips parted, and he could almost taste your breath.

And when you looked at him, eyes dark with heat, and called him "Daddy" in that playful, sinful tone—

Something in him snapped.

You gasped as he pinned you against a cold marble column.

"Daishi—"

He silenced you with a look. A hand curled around your throat—not tight, but firm enough to make your knees tremble. His other hand lifted your leg, parting you effortlessly.

"You truly have no shame, do you?" His voice was deep, smooth, calm—so unlike the raw hunger in his gaze.

You shivered. This was what you wanted.

His lips brushed against your neck, inhaling deeply, his breath warm against your skin.

"This scent of yours…" He exhaled. "Do you even realize how maddening it is?"

You whimpered, grinding against him, desperate for relief. "Then do something about it."

His eyes gleamed. "As you wish."

He knelt before you.

Cold fingers slid under your clothes, discarding them like they were nothing. His lips trailed fire down your stomach, down your thighs—until he was exactly where he wanted to be.

And then— his tongue met your soaked heat.

You choked on a scream, your body arching as he devoured you.

No hesitation. No restraint. Just pure, divine hunger.

You fisted his silver hair, grinding against his face, lost in the sensation of his tongue flicking, curling, plunging—Gods, he was good.

And he wasn’t stopping.

Angels didn’t need to breathe.

Which meant he could stay there for as long as he pleased.

And tonight—

You were his.

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[tytarax]

hello!!!

Saiyan! Reader, whether she's Vegeta or Goku's child, or just another member of the Z Gang

Reader x Shin + Daishinkan (because I love them both)

This relationship is so funny and silly, especially when it comes to expressing love, affection, and small gifts

Saiyan! The reader will try to show her power level and that she can be a good partner (even if this relationship won't last forever, the reader still wants to impress the gods) Any homemade gifts? Expressions of affection? Trophies?

But it would scare Shin if a defeated animal/alien body was brought to his doorstep. On the other hand, when the Reader teleports to the location of Zenon's home and the Grand Priest opens the palace doors, he is greeted with a shout of “this is for you, dear!” and a dead trophy body. Perhaps not how Daishinkan expected to greet his boring work day, but he accepts the gift.

Daishinkan literally:….what if I bring the body of an ancient dead god stuck in the stars to her doorstep? Shin: sir, please, you're not competing on whose trophy is cooler Shin: but I think she like Saiyan will really appreciate you as a partner who can provide a relationship

Saiyans had many ways to express love.

A gentle touch? Rare. Soft-spoken words of affection? Even rarer. Bringing the corpse of a powerful enemy as a gift? Very common.

And so, you found yourself in a peculiar situation—courting two gods at once.

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You adored Shin. His soft-spoken wisdom, his dedication to keeping peace in the universe… He was everything a Saiyan shouldn’t be, but that only made him more adorable.

So, naturally, you wanted to impress him.

Which is why you stood proudly at his doorstep, holding the limp body of an alien warlord over your shoulder.

“Shin! This is for you!” you declared with a wide grin, tossing the corpse onto the ground with an impressive THUD.

Shin, poor sweet Shin, screamed.

“(Y/N)! You—w-why would you bring me this?! What am I supposed to do with a—a DEAD BODY?!”

You blinked. “What do you mean? It’s a trophy! This guy was terrorizing a whole sector, so I beat him up and—”

Shin paled as you excitedly described the battle, complete with reenactments. His hands trembled as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Y-You… You could’ve just brought me flowers!"

You scoffed. "Flowers?! What part of that says 'I am the perfect mate for a god'?!"

Shin groaned. "I'm going to pass out..."

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If Shin thought your gifts were terrifying, Daishinkan simply accepted them with an unreadable expression.

Teleporting into Zen-Oh’s palace, you were immediately met with the Grand Priest’s serene face.

Before he could even greet you, you shouted across the massive halls:

"THIS IS FOR YOU, DEAR!"

And with that, you tossed an enormous, ancient alien corpse at his feet.

Daishinkan stared at it. Then at you. Then back at the trophy of your love.

A long silence filled the divine chamber.

"...Unexpected," he finally said, glancing down at the defeated deity. "Not the most conventional way of expressing affection, but I acknowledge your intent."

You grinned. "I knew you’d get it!"

A thought crossed his mind, and his eyes glowed slightly. "I suppose, in return, I should acquire a trophy of equal or greater value for you."

He tapped his fingers against his chin before deciding. "Perhaps the corpse of an ancient god from a lost era?"

Shin, who had somehow arrived just in time to hear that, looked absolutely horrified.

"SIR, PLEASE!" he yelped. "This is NOT a competition!"

Daishinkan turned his gaze toward him, his voice calm. “She is a Saiyan. It is absolutely a competition.”

You beamed at them both. This was the best relationship ever.

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