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✿ུ. ﹙ Fem.﹚ ༘♡ @Strawsbrrywrites - 2008.

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˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` Hello, Seretina! Thank you for the request! I'll do my best to answer ^^ ` ´ˎ˗

˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` I am assuming you mean how many characters you can ask for per request, and not the word count — I'm kinda sleep deprived rn soo,, I can't exactly think straight T v T `

˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` The character limit per request is three if it's a oneshot — but I'd say four if it's like a headcanons list, or anything short like that. `

˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` Hope this helps! <3 ` ´ˎ˗

[strawsbrrywrites]

˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` 𝑻he gains ! ` ʚ 🍓 ´ˎ˗

˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` DBZ Son Goku / Krillin x muscular!gn/masc!Reader ` ´ˎ˗

˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` Contains : Muscular Reader , reader is given masculine undertones but isn't identified as male , fluff , a little teasing but nothing explicit , characters gushing over reader's muscles , a little OOC , muscle fetish/? , sweaty!reader idk , workout routines , body worship (sorta) , Reader manhandling characters (slightly) , cuddles , spooning , possessive behavior , lazily proofread/? Idk if that's a thing , height difference (reader is taller than Krillin) . ´ˎ˗

˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` Requested : [❌] ´ˎ˗

˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` Masterlist : Here . ´ˎ˗

˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` A/N : THERE ISN'T ENOUGH MUSCULAR READER FICS !!!! I may have a problem with the idea of the reader getting to manhandle certain characters idk :D Also this is weirdly written because I stayed up all night, certain parts sound more thought through than others lol sorry ! ´ˎ˗

˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` Son Goku ` ´ˎ˗

౨ৎ — Goku is already jacked, he's the strongest in the universe; of course he is — but to have a partner who could bench press him? Oh. Now we're talking.

౨ৎ — Even if he isn't one for PDA, or physical intimacy most of the time — that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy being touching with you/being the one touched.

౨ৎ — Goku has a habit of getting overexcited, like a giant puppy dog, he likes to lunge — throwing his whole body at you like a weighted blanket, completely trusting that you'll catch him. You do, however, every time.

౨ৎ — He likes watching you workout, the way your body bends, muscles flex, and sweat trickling down your chiseled frame like melted candle wax. Maybe it's in his Saiyan blood, who knows; he just loves watching you push yourself, to try and keep up with him — he finds it endearing, adorable, even.

౨ৎ — When you two engage in friendly sparring matches, he adopts the habit of going "easy" on you, not by a lot, he still wants to push you to your limits, but seeing you get the "upper hand" sends his blood ablaze.

౨ৎ — Your body pinning his to the ground, chest heaving, brows furrowed in concentration, muscles rippling like rushing waves hitting the shore — especially if you had him in a headlock, or a full Nelson; as long as your body was pressed against his.

౨ৎ — As innocent as he seems he does have intrusive thoughts sometimes, though he doesn't act on them, it becomes increasingly hard to resist some times. Like hearing your grunts and groans of effort, greedily drinking down lung fulls of air with every rep, or when your body shakes after a grueling workout session.

౨ৎ — A dark magenta spreading across your face, spilling down your neck and dusting the tips of your ears; he could feel a primal need in his chest, like a lion clawing at its cage when a piece of steak is being swayed in front of him.

౨ৎ — He doesn't just admire you when you workout, he also likes it when you boss him around, that determination in your eyes, the sternness clinging to your tongue — ugh, his knees just get weak.

౨ৎ — Like telling him to rest when he's hurt, but he doesn't listen, not immediately anyways. He'll try sneaking off to go train, only for you to chase him and drag him back; literally. Your arms wrap snuggly around his waist like they belong there, effortlessly lifting him off the ground like a disobedient puppy.

౨ৎ — He specifically likes it when you let him straddle you when you carry him, his arms and legs wrapping around your body like a clingy monkey; your arms pulsating with strength as you kept him against you, hands gripping the underside of his thighs, almost hooking behind his knees.

౨ৎ — You'd scold him for trying to run off and train, your mouth half an inch away from his ear, making something inside his gut burn. You make sensations inside him explode like fireworks.

౨ৎ — And don't get me started on the clothes situation, because it's a lot. This man goes through training gi like nobody's business, but when it comes to your clothes? Hah.

౨ৎ — Your shirt would stretch across your sculpted physique, squeezing around your biceps, straining around your chest; the hem would ride up just enough to expose your midriff. Every breath seemingly an inch away from tearing your shirt in half, every fiber barely hanging on — but somehow manages to stay strong just to spite him.

౨ৎ — Or when you lift the edge of your shirt to wipe sweat from your forehead or face, giving a perfect view of your glossy abs and V-line— saliva was pooling in his jaw, non-existent tail wagging like an excited dog.

౨ৎ — Cuddling is the best too, especially when he'd get to be the little spoon — which was most of the time. His head resting right above your heart, every rhythmic thump of your organ against your rib cage was like a sirens song, lulling him into a state of security.

౨ৎ — Or when in bed spooning he likes feeling you hold him like a teddy bear, squeezing subconsciously around his waist, or simply adjusting him like he weighed nothing — most nights he doesn't sleep, he just likes hearing you sleep, or feeling you caress him.

౨ৎ — Overall he's a himbo with a muscle fetish, he likes feeling you squeeze him; he enjoys being pampered too!

˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` Krillin ` ´ˎ˗

౨ৎ — Personally my favorite character and earthling, I haven't seen much of him in regard to fanfiction and that makes me sad :( so, I'll try and fill that void today.

౨ৎ — The idea of PDA flusters him to a certain degree, like handholding is completely fine, he actually loves it, it shows that you two are connected. Krillin has always longed for love, even in childhood.

౨ৎ — He's more of a lover than a fighter, that much is obvious; all he wants is a normal life with the person he loves. And what he loves best is you; and your incredible physique.

౨ৎ — He's the strongest earthling, so he knew a thing or two about fitness; and he was more than happy to train with you — as long as it gave him an excuse to stare without repercussions.

౨ৎ — Not that you'd do anything if you caught him staring, his admiration was the highest form of praise.

౨ৎ — He's only human after all, so he couldn't be blamed for the places his mind would drift off to when watching you do your reps — he'd try to control himself, but you just made it soo hard.

౨ৎ — From the way your biceps would bulge when you do a pull up, to how your abs clenched when you'd do a sit-up. Every movement was designed to attract attention, and he was more than happy to give it.

౨ৎ — He's a little shy about affection though, but he's very touch-starved. He's just self conscious about himself, compared to everyone else he's just.. Average. But you're very determined to show him otherwise.

౨ৎ — He'd get butterflies in his stomach when you'd cup his face, rubbing over his reddened cheeks with a feather-like touch, caressing him like he's something fragile — though he'd complain about not wanting to be babied, he'd never pull away.

౨ৎ — Especially from the calluses on your hands; worn from physical labor, felt so good on his skin — his hands were the same way, but yours felt better somehow.

౨ৎ — There was something magical about how much your touch affected him, like how the ex-monk would melt like ice in the sun when you'd hold him — as embarrassing as that was to say aloud.

౨ৎ — The ideal carry would be where he's sitting on your hip, your hands supporting his smaller body by the thighs, while he'd bury his face into your shoulder, arms wrapped loosely around your neck.

౨ৎ — He could die (again) right there and be completely fine with it. Your body was massive compared to his — everyone was massive compared to him but that's besides the point.

౨ৎ — He secretly loved being manhandled, call it a guilty pleasure if you will. The security of being handled with a certain amount of firmness turned him into jelly — though he wouldn't admit that because that's embarrassing.

౨ৎ — Something he enjoys often is being a weight for you during your workout, like sitting on your back when you do pushups; that's probably he's favorite.

౨ৎ — From there he could feel your body at its fineness, shoulders tense, breathing controled, and frame firm. You were practically sculpted out of marble, admittedly, Krillin was a little jealous of your physique.

౨ৎ — But all was forgiven once he felt your muscles; shifting like tidal waves during a tsunami, purposeful and disciplined. His hands were smaller than your own, but skillful and exploratory when caressing your build.

౨ৎ — His touch worshipful, loving. Appraising you for your dedication without saying a word. He very much enjoyed feeling up your body, when allowed — he's very big on consent.

౨ৎ — He's a very touchy guy, he just can't help it. He cuddles you like a starfish clinging to a rock, spread out and taking up as much space as possible. He literally can't go a day without getting a feel of your body.

౨ৎ — Krillin also likes it when you lay on top of him when you cuddle, not all the way, but half your body; like your arm slung over his body and your leg tangled with his.

౨ৎ — When he's feeling a little down, he likes it when you hold him in your lap — his back against your chest, your bulky arms wrapped around his smaller frame like a straitjacket, it was basically compression therapy for the ex-monk.

౨ৎ — Your chin resting on his smooth head, murmuring sweet nothings until you could physically feel the tension in his body melting away.

౨ৎ — You're his heated, weighted blanket, and he is a body-heat snatcher; you can't change my mind.

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˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` 𝑯ow did I end up with you?` ʚ 🍓 ´ˎ˗

˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` DBZ Tien Shinhan x Nerdy!Male reader ´ˎ˗

˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` Contains: Stereotypical Nerd, mentions that reader wears glasses , Tien is bad at feelings but he's trying , a little OOC idk , physical intimacy , Reader is a little shy and awkward , Reader gushing over Tien , workout , short story . ´ˎ˗

˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` Requested [✅] . ´ˎ˗

˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` Masterlist: Here . ´ˎ˗

˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` A/N; ` First rq of the day! Thank you so much for requesting this, I'll try my best to make it good ! Hope you enjoy ^^ `

(Edited: I just now saw that you said "nerdy" and not "nerd", I don't know if this was what you wanted >< ! Also the @ doesn't work,,)

The sun was relentless, beating down without mercy. Tien Shinhan steadied himself in a push-up position, arms locked, muscles humming with effort. On his back, you sat cross-legged, clutching a book but mostly fidgeting.

You glanced down as the triclops lowered his body smoothly for the first push-up, scribbling “1” in your notebook with shaky fingers.

“Okay, wow, that felt heavier than I thought,” you muttered, your voice small and uneven.

Tien counted silently—one, two—letting your complaint roll past like a soft summer breeze.

*Heavy or not,* he thought, *you’re doing fine. In fact, you’re the best kind of weight.*

You shifted uncomfortably, suddenly aware of the extra pounds you were adding to Tien's workout. “Sorry if I’m sabotaging your reps. I mean, I’m not super light… plus, I’m extra sweaty because of the sun. Definitely not helping.”

Another push-up—three. Tien's arms trembled slightly but remained steady.

Sweaty and awkward, sure. But why would I want you to be anything else? Tien mused, a smile flickering in his thoughts, betraying his stoic facade.

You flipped a page in the book, then murmured, “Do you think you can even count with me sitting here? Maybe I should head back inside… or just sit next to you.”

“Ten,” he muttered, each push-up smooth despite your whiny commentary.

You bit your lip, voice dropping. “I sound like the worst workout buddy. Sorry for being all… heavy and chatty.”

Tien eased up on an elbow, his third eye catching your shy glance. Chatty is better than silence.

“You’re not heavy,” he stated blankly. “You’re exactly where I want you. And talking? Keep it coming.”

That seemed to relax you, the book resting in your lap. A hesitant smile tugged at the corner of your mouth, your grip on the notebook loosening.

Your eyes drifted over his figure, watching beads of sweat roll down his flushed skin, feeling his muscles flex with every motion. It was almost too much to bear.

You tried to focus on being a still weight for him, though each huff and groan escaping him made it increasingly difficult. Tien's muscles burned with fire, pushing past his usual reps—was it proving a point to himself, or perhaps for you?

With a sudden pulse of bravery, you let your hands slip from the book, drifting against his glossy skin, eliciting a huff from the martial artist below.

Exploring his Trapezius muscle, you moved down the line of his spine, feeling his arms shake with effort. A lump formed in your throat as you pushed your glasses up the bridge of your nose.

It felt almost criminal for someone to be this incredible—adulation and envy twisted in your gut. His body was a sculpture, and you couldn’t help but admire it.

Then, inexplicably, Tien halted, his movements pausing as he took a deep breath, a shiver running down your spine.

He could have stayed out here all day, but the only reason he wasn’t was because of your very touchy company. Yet he didn’t mind—your small touches were his motivation, each hidden murmur of appreciation lifting him higher.

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˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ ╰ ╮ ` NO SMUT !! `

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˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ ╰ ╮ ` Generally my works are suitable for those of the ages fourteen - fifteen and up, so if you're younger please DNI; it's for your safety . `

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ೀ . ۫ · (🍓) ` ANIME ` ˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ

˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ ╰ ╮ ` Dragon Ball / Dragon Ball GT / Dragon Ball Super / Dragon Ball Z — (Characters)

˗ˏˋ — Son Goku ` [ ✅ ]

— ˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` 𝑻he gains ! ` ʚ 🍓 ´ˎ˗

˗ˏˋ — Vegeta ` [ ✅ ]

˗ˏˋ — Trunks (Future / GT) ` [ ✅ ]

˗ˏˋ — Gohan ` [ ✅ ]

˗ˏˋ — Goten (GT) ` [ ✅ ]

˗ˏˋ — Krillin ` [ ✅ ]

— ˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` 𝑻he gains ! ` ʚ 🍓 ´ˎ˗

˗ˏˋ — Yamcha ` [ ✅ ]

˗ˏˋ — Tein Shinhan ` [ ✅ ]

— ˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` 𝑯ow did I end up with you?` ʚ 🍓 ´ˎ˗

˗ˏˋ — Piccolo ` [ ✅ ]

˗ˏˋ — Raditz ` [ ✅ ]

˗ˏˋ — East Kaiō-shin ` [ ✅ ]

˗ˏˋ — Turles ` [ ✅ ]

˗ˏˋ — Perfect Cell ` [ ✅ ]

˗ˏˋ — Goku Black ` [ ✅ ]

˗ˏˋ — Z Broly ` [ ✅ ]

˗ˏˋ — S Broly ` [ ✅ ]

˗ˏˋ — Bardock ` [ ✅ ]

˗ˏˋ — Cabba ` [ ✅ ]

˗ˏˋ — Caulifla ` [ ✅ ]

˗ˏˋ — Kale ` [ ✅ ]

˗ˏˋ — Vegito ` [ ✅ ] (Newly added)

˗ˏˋ — Gogeta ` [ ✅ ] (Newly added)