Are you still doing requests for your Halloween event? If so, could I request either (nsfw)Perfect Cell as a vicious and obsessive yandere hunting down a female/nonbinary reader because he’s decided he wants to keep them for himself or (sfw)Frieza bringing/dragging along a reader for trick or treating with his son Kuriza and to explain this weird Earth holiday to him (can be done with or w/o reader having a kid of their own)
Hopefully these requests are within the rules and they’re something you’re interested in writing. Thank you!
FRIEZA X READER
✦✦Content: au. trick-or-treating, master and servant dynamic but only Frieza and Kuriza knows it
✦✦Warning: frieza, that's the warning.
✦✦A/N: I know very little about Kuriza so I hope this is still enjoyable!
“You’re blending in nicely.”
You commented with a little chuckle. In an instance of mellow and fun exchanges, the formalities were lost and the difference in power seemed so trivial. Yet, the intense red stare alone quickly corrected you, reminding you who you were speaking to. You straightened up, “–Er, M-My Lord. By that I mean, you seem to be enjoying yourself more than Kuriza.”
Frieza answered with a chuckle of his own, black lips spreading into a soft, indulgent grin. “Oh yes, I suppose. These festivities aren’t entirely as demeaning as I presumed. Naturally, I would be lavished and provided tribute for my presence, even if it is something as unelegant as your earthling confectionery. Tribute is tribute…” He quickly enunciated as he ran his fingers through the pile of candy filling the small pail you were ordered to carry. As underwhelmed as he tried to seem, there was a sense of joy at the way he admired the many colorfully wrapped rewards for him simply existing in the presence of those truly beneath him.
“I should suffer nothing less than what is rightfully owed to me from this...” He pauses for a moment, turning his head to you. “What is it you call this festival again?”
“Halloween.” You nodded, pursing your lips for a moment as you mulled over your thoughts and continued to speak. “Your tribute, though… is because…well, actually, it doesn’t matter.” You dismissed the thought with a sheepish shrug and brief laugh. “Nothing important, Lord Frieza.” You certainly wouldn’t be the one to ruin a perfectly nice outing by telling him he got so much candy because of his height and fancy “costume”. No need to get the Earth destroyed. “But can I ask why you’re so interested in an Earth holiday?”
It was then a smaller being hijacked your shoulders in a surprise attack, almost knocking you off balance and into the Galactic Emperor, stopped by his tail angled out as a painful “safety net” in your sternum. “Hiyah, mule! To the next set of village homes!” Kuriza excitedly commanded with a hand on your head and his smaller tail beating at the back of your shoulder. Candy fell out of his trick-or-treat bucket at the slightest movement from being filled to capacity. And still, more was desired. Perhaps more than a neighborhood’s worth.
“Yes, let us move on. I’d very much like to hasten this time among the earthlings towards its end before they become too friendly..” Frieza slowly began to walk forward, poised with his hands behind his back, leaving you to nurse the ache in your chest and try to keep up at Kuriza’s demanding tug of your hair. “We shall grace the earthlings for their Halloween offerings a tad longer and then be on our way, Kuriza.” Lest the infestation of saiyans catch wind and seek to become an obstacle to their treat gathering.
“Exactly…how much longer?” You muttered through your teeth, fighting to keep composure and patience.
“Until Uncle Cooler arrives!” The excited little one proclaimed.
“What?!” Both you and Frieza react in shock, Frieza whipping around to face the two of you with wide eyes.
“You told my brother to come here?!” He quickly spat out, a bitter tremble shaking in the wave of his tail. “For what purpose?”
“So he can Trick-or-Treat with us, Papa! I sent him our coordinates before we landed.” Kuriza smiled. He leaps from your shoulder landing in front of his father. “Shouldn’t the Earth honor our entire family with their offerings of treats? We can always turn the whole planet to ashes if they disrespect us again. We could do it together!”
“As enjoyable as it would be to see this planet turned to dust in the void of space, even I know it wouldn’t be a simple task with the saiyans and their spawns here. There’s also the fact Lord Beerus frequents this particular planet. If it suddenly disappeared and he discovered it was because of us, his wrath would know no bounds! Is that what you want?” The scolding in Frieza’s tone cleared the smile away from Kuriza who started to shrink away from him, backing up into your leg. You didn’t react right away, you yourself froze at being caught in the path of his raised tone.
Frieza’s eyes glanced between the two of you and your frightful stares. He recomposed himself, an audible huff before he cleared his throat and turned his back to you both.
“Shall we proceed?” He calmly brushed off the tension and started walking again. You hear a small sound leave Kuriza as a soft visible tremble in his shoulders sends you into action without thought. You lift him under his arms and hold him on your hip, the small bead of tears in his eyes quickly wiped away by his hands as he fixed his face into a fussy pout, but it only made you smile at him reassuringly.
“At least Frieza and Cooler will play nice as long as Beerus is around, right? More candy for you!” You pointed out to him, lightly nudging his cheek with your fist and giving him a knowing wink. Kuriza gives your words thought and his smile returns, giving you a nod.
I sent this request last year so I don’t exactly remember it word for word but the reader and Goku Black celebrating Halloween together by passing out candy. When it’s time to pass out candy Goku Black answers the door instead of the reader, and decides to trick the trick-or-treaters rather than them give them candy.
GOKU BLACK X READER
✦✦Content: au, established relationship ft. Zamasu. listen they're a pair you gotta have both.
✦✦Warning: divine being ready to throw hands with kids
✦✦A/N: Behold! The only remaining wip from last year found in a google doc. god is good
Goku Black stared down his nose with a contemptuous glare. This whole custom made his soul retch. Must he bestow an offering at the expense of that damned doorbell faithfully disturbing the peace of this home every ten minutes like clockwork? Another has come, darkening the doorstep with plastic wings and a bag held out and open.
"Trick-or-Treat!" Exclaimed the small child as high as his knee, wiggling to “flap” their wings and donning a wide smile cheered with the spirit of Halloween. Black’s nose scrunches at the sight, taking a step back from the door and shutting it with a sharp sound. This is ridiculous. Not only do they come uninvited, but what exactly have these small mortals done to earn these treats?
“I believe you were supposed to deposit a larger treat to the costumed ones.” His counterpart nonchalantly speaks up, Zamasu raising the warm teacup to his lips.
“It’s ‘Trick-or-Treat’. I chose a less bothersome option than to continue to humor this mortal-” He paused after turning around, seeing you at the end of the foyer with a burning glare. “...-festivity.”
“Do it.” You warned though it was hard to take you seriously in that costume of yours. Black stares you down for a moment. Without looking away, he then reaches behind him to crack the front door open, using his heel to swing it wider, and snatches a single chocolate bar out of the bowl at his side, tossing it over his shoulder where it landed in the awaiting child’s bag. The door is then shut in the same striking sound with his booted heel as he folds his arms at his chest.
You let out an exasperated sigh, walking over to the two. “We went over this, kids are gonna come to the door and you have to give them the candy. I give you guys one thing to do until I finish my costume. I’m almost done!” You huffed. Black leaned against the closed door with a grump and a disinterested roll of his eyes. A very quick second look at your costume.
“I don’t recall agreeing to be involved in this mortal beggar’s contest. Offering a reward to nameless trespassers… Do leave me out of this.” Zamasu declares with a wrinkle on the bridge of his nose, taking a small candy from the bowl where you promptly smacked his knuckles to knock it back into the bowl.
“Then no treat for you, Grinch.” You frowned at him, met in kind with a scornful glare. The doorbell rang once again distracting the new tension and putting a deeper wrinkle between Goku Black’s brow. You slowly start to back down the foyer looking between the two divine beings. “I’ll just be a few more minutes, just-” The sudden knocks at the door cause Black to stand up straight as you gestured a plea to him with your hands and batted your lashes at him. “Can you do this? Please?” You quickly spin to head down the hall to finish up your costume before yelling back. “Have the bowl half-empty before I come back!”
Goku Black opens the door behind him before the infuriating little knocks come again, peering out the opening. Once again he is greeted with a sweet “Trick-or-Treat” from a few little ones. He had little reason to honor this tradition of yours beyond you simply asking him to. That reason seemed to be enough these days and it continues to confound him why he was flexible to your adoration, why anything you did seemed above any other mortals. It's not like you're a warrior or of any subservience to the divine. You just exist, and he somehow became fond of that. In his own way.
Seeing as handing out the candy just attracted more of the brats, he sought to take his fun where he could by indulging in the former of Trick or Treat. He opens the door wider with a sinister grin growing, tucking his hands behind his back.
“Well then, don’t we look excited for a treat.” He snickers, gathering energy into one of his hands giving it the shape of a bladed aura. In a quick sweep of his arm, the three children flinch. They were unharmed physically by the ki blade, however, the bottom of their candy totes split open, spilling out the weight of their collected candy and small toys at their feet. Unable to store them back. “How unfortunate for you piggish mortals, all I have are tricks!”
With a hearty and amused laugh, he backs from the doorway and closes the door without a second thought to their commotions as they try to gather back their candy. The door is silent for a moment, giving the divine beings a moment's peace and allowing you time to come back into the area with your outfit fully put together. The black costume is accented with red pieces, a clear giveaway of whom your outfit was modeled after with a more feminine take to the design.
"So, how do I look?" You spun around excitedly, met with a derisive snort from Zamasu. Goku Black's reaction was the opposite, an uncharacteristic awestruck and speechless stare at the curves embellished by a nicely cinched red sash.
Before you could bring attention to it and tease him, a forceful knock at the door made you flinch slightly. Nothing more than excited trick-or-treaters, you presumed. You readily approached the door snatching up the bowl of candy before swinging it open to greet them, however you were met with angry parents along with the prior visitors. You get a harsh explanation from them and their upset children, then glare back at the duo.
Neither Goku Black nor Zamasu look your way, but an impish grin similarly shows in their features.
If you’re still taking prompts for Kinktober could I request Ft. Trunks and somnophilia where he’s the one asleep? 👀👀
FUTURE TRUNKS X READER
✦✦Content: M/18. MINORS DNI. post cell games au. mutual pining. cuddling.
✦✦Warning: dubcon, somnophilia, referenced character death, implied trauma
If he was too shy to even hold your hand in public for too long, he couldn’t imagine something as intimate as holding your whole body against him for even a second. What if he accidentally touched you in a way or place you don’t like? His entire face was red just thinking about it! But he couldn’t really say no to your insisting, it was to help him, after all. It took a long time for Trunks to get used to falling asleep and staying that way throughout the night.
For as long as you have known him, he’d finally gotten to a place where he didn’t jerk awake or suddenly become fully alert at every shift or bump.
And all too soon, it was difficult again… after what happened with Cell. A new fear to overcome. When Trunks’ mind would get too quiet and that final conscious breath released before he could slip into his dreams, a dreadful, fading sensation would suddenly hit him. Reminding him of that moment. In response, he would lurch in a panic and clutch his chest where the searing beam pierced him—paralyzed him, choked him, and claimed him.
Luckily for him, he had plenty of people to talk it over with, but it was going to be some time to fully ease such bodily distress. That’s when you dropped the idea of sharing a bed with him to help him sleep better again.
A thoughtful suggestion, but when he was around you in any intimate setting he was anything but relaxed. His heart constantly racing, his stomach in knots, and barely able to speak a complete sentence if you so much as smiled or stared at him for too long. Trunks never had such feelings for anyone like this before and he would hate to be reckless about it. A bad impression on you, when he does return to his timeline, was the last thing he wanted to leave you with.
Regardless, you made cuddling seem so natural. Your hand brushing over his lengthy purple crown of soft hair and your body against his didn’t make him nervous for long. This felt so warm to him, so soothing and peaceful. Maybe it was what he needed after all. He couldn’t help but drift in and out from the sound of your steady heartbeat, the side of his face sinking comfortably against your chest when he let go of his nerves and your arms secured his head in place. Leaving this warmth felt impossible, his large arm wrapped around you affirming that he had no intention of letting you go.
The two of you talked for a while until your responses came with many yawns and pauses in between, trying to hold your thoughts together with sleep creeping in as the hours ticked by. It was a pleasant distraction for his troubles, like everything melted away in the serenity of your embrace. Just beautiful moments that felt like they lasted an eternity as the sleep set in. He managed to shift your cuddle to where you could lie in the crook of his arm now while he was on his back, his other hand under his head.
You couldn’t help but admire the way his chest peeks out the collar of his black top, reminding you that his body was not as lean as his long sleeves and loose pants would lead you to believe but much larger. From your head on the side of his chest and his arm keeping you close, everything was endowed with firm muscles. Your hand smoothed over the unoccupied side of his chest when you realize how softly it rose and fell.
“Trunks…?” You quietly spoke out and didn’t get a response. He was out and at peace at last. You smiled to yourself looking up at his soft and relaxed expression. He deserved this. Your hand continued to stroke his chest a bit more under the idea that a present, constant motion would help him stay asleep, but then you began to idly trace the exposed skin above his black shirt. Admiring the feel of his broad muscles beneath his collarbone, following the trail to the side of his neck which made him flinch a little, but otherwise remain asleep.
The natural flush in his skin with his hair draped around his neck and ear showed off the more subtle hints of his attractive features, but you couldn’t help but linger on it all in your current position, your imagination embellishing them like a dirty secret. You bury your face against his chest with a wide, giddy grin at what flashed through your mind. Both innocent and impure things regarding your lips where your fingers had been. Yet it felt embarrassing for such things to cross your thoughts when this was to help him.
Still…This was the closest you and Trunks had been together, and alone at that. Hot things like that were what people who like each other do alone. You slowly lift your eyes from their hiding place as you contemplate your actions looking up at him. You don’t really want to wake him now that he’s getting the sleep he needs, but the light flutter growing between your legs insists the more you think about it. When would the both of you have this opportunity again before he’s gone forever?
Maybe you could just steal a small kiss—A goodnight kiss, you thought. People do that, it’s just a nice and romantic gesture for your eager nerves. So you go for it, your hand on his chest again as you pull yourself up, closer, your heart starting to beat faster when you gently press your lips to his. The fluttering at your center heated into something more profound and needy, encouraging you to do it again. A second kiss was placed just as gently as the first, but longer. Trunks stirred in his sleep feeling your nose brush over his, yet continued to stay asleep. You felt his arm hold you closer and it was exactly what your body was craving.
His innocent, unconscious gesture sent a wave of heat throughout your body, one of your legs moving to drape around him as you moved in closer and made a soft trail of your kisses down his chin to his neck. Grinding on him in an attempt to quell the need for friction between your thighs.
Your shifting and fondling did rouse Trunks out of his sleep, the exhaustion in his body replaced with a warm and steady sensation. building under your ministrations. A soft sound passes his lips when he reopens his eyes, his breath hitching when your lips find a sensitive spot between his neck and shoulder, and at the same time, your hips come down on his at just the right angle. He visibly flinches, stuttering out your name as he collects your shoulders in his hands holding you back a little to look at you. When your eyes meet, his cheeks fill with color at your lustful expression and heated breaths, your antsy hands clinging to his shirt still.
He doesn’t know what to say and you’re too turned on between your legs to let a coherent thought cross in your mind. However, you raise your hand forward to capture his face behind his hair, stroking his cheek in a silent plea to continue. You lean in close once again and Trunks' hands let go of your shoulders in favor of wrapping around you completely, kissing you deeply when your lips meet his again.
AHH I'm so happy you're doing a halloween event 💖 Can I request a sfw Vegeta AU in which he is the king of the underworld (alternatively could be demon king of the underworld) and he pines after a human? I picture him more on the yandere side, but you can adapt it however you want! Thank you, looking forward to all your fics 💕
VEGETA X READER
✦✦Content: au, king of the underworld vegeta, light yandere / possessive behavior, one-sided pining.
✦✦Warning: manipulation / gaslighting
Mortal desires are a full spectrum of color he could see with his eyes closed. All intricately woven together to form an illusion of necessity, when it is just a sin dressed in a fragile moral shell. Your case was no different, but it garnered his attention effortlessly. The Divine Sovereign of the Underworld witnessed so little of the intent in your actions and found means to personally place himself in your path. It boiled down to one thing: He had something you wanted, and it presented him with the opportunity he’d been waiting for. His own sinful vanity couldn’t stand by and let himself go disregarded by you when he’s given you more than enough of his…curiosity? Admiration?
Regardless, an audience with you was required now.
The King’s large arm stretches out from his cape revealing the trained muscles and old scars. He turns his hand upright, presenting the small dragon ball. The very reason you managed to make your way into the Underworld. He showed it off as if it could be freely taken from his grasp, the corner of his lips turning upward seeing you draw your focus to the magical orb. “Is this all you come here for?” He asks you with a taunting tilt of his head. “I suspect you think I’m going to just hand it over if you begged hard enough. That I will let you continue to traipse over my life’s work and turn a blind eye while you defy the natural order of my authority.”
As his fingers close around the dragon ball he rises from his grand throne and approaches you and you are temporarily startled by his height for one who sat so high. Though his size compared to yours didn’t outweigh his intimidating aura. “You really think your Eternal Dragon can save your friends’ souls from me? No dead may leave my realm without my say...”
“A-A trade, then! For my friends, I-I’ll give you my dragon balls!” You blurted out in a desperate breath from your chest, shaken by your own weak nerves and impulsive response. King Vegeta’s smirk twitches at that, his brow beneath his curved horns lowering further over his dark eyes.
“What nerve you have. Implying I, a Divine King, have something more to wish for?” His eyes roll in aversion to the idea as he moves around you, a twinkle of excitement in his eyes where yours cannot see. He hovers in your peripheral before he disappears from one side and circles around to your other. “What would I do with three useless dragon balls?”
“—Then take me! Your Highness…take me!” You sink further on your knees and bow your head low to the ground, hands outstretched towards his empty throne. “Please!”
King Vegeta stops circling you, standing outside of your line of sight. Those magic words were uttered so perfectly and so effortlessly, that he had to take a moment to embrace the way it rang in his ears. “Just one mortal soul?” He further teased in mock indifference. “Like there aren't countless piles of those lying around here.”
“One mortal soul…a-and the remaining dragon balls.” You spoke, resolutely. Determined to right the wrongs done to those you loved. “So… So no one else can use them to challenge your power. I’ll gather them all and bring them to you in exchange for my friends.”
Your words mellow in the brief silence, a tinge of hope daring to creep into your spirits. He turns slightly to look down over his shoulder at you, cloak loosely twisted around his leg. “You’re sure?”
“Yes.” You respond sincerely, but softly. You hear his footsteps behind you descend across the room and a chair slides across the floor.
“Eat with me.” He orders you, the sudden change of topic further unsettling your disposition and giving him a surprised look in response. He gestures a hand to the long dining table, specifically to the chair beside the head of the table.
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.” He affirms amicably by sitting in the larger chair at the head of the table. “Unless you have something better to do right this second?” Not like your friends were getting any more dead. And time in the Underworld moved differently than the other realms, a mortal who was not of this world should be starving even in the brief time you have been here.
This shift made you anxious, but you can sense there wasn’t much choice in it. The thought of food crossing your mind did make you conscious of your stomach’s need. You swallow and stand up, “No…I’ll do it. Thank you for your kindness..”
You settle in the designated chair with a covered plate in front of you. Glancing his way every so often until an unknown hand reaches over your side and removes the lid, warm steam flowing up toward your face. The food had a nice smell, but such earthy colors. You’ve never seen anything like this before. “...It’s poisoned.” You thought out loud, pressing your back up against your seat to put as much distance as you could between yourself and the plate.
“Don’t be stupid. What do I gain from killing you now? I’m not ruining a meal with your corpse.” King Vegeta pointed out, a hint of annoyance from your insult to his hospitality. Not any mortal could be tolerated for something like that.
Not to hurt your chances with his favor, you nod and quickly apologize. You ate without really tasting the food, just doing so to remain polite and because it was asked of you. But the hints of richness and spices made it easier. It was definitely better than it looked. The King ate with you, slowing down in between his bites to watch you feed yourself with a self-satisfied grin. Occupied with his own imagination and how much closer it was to becoming reality.
The second serving is placed in front of you and the most colorful presentation of food before you: a pomegranate. Joined with a small bowl of sorbet. It was a more appetizing surprise and without thought you lifted your spoon to sample your sorbet first. He completely stopped eating and stared you down in silent anticipation, going unnoticed by you with your focus on the sweets. There are different hints of flavors that hit all the points on your tongue, making you finish off the small bowl without hesitation.
And then, finally, your spoon digs into one of the halves of the pomegranate, the juice pooling into the utensil with a few loose seeds. You scoop out more and carefully sip the juice first, followed by feeding the seeds to yourself in bits. The dark eyes watching you flash with a color, King Vegeta’s grin widening with his sinister snicker. It catches your attention, your gaze meeting his when you turn to him, then self-consciously turning away as you hold your other palm to your bottom lip. Careful to not spill any juice or seeds. He watches a little longer and says nothing, then lifts his goblet to his lips.
When you go to dig for another serving of pomegranate seeds, he stops your hand with a gentle grasp and guides yours away to set the spoon down. “Our business is done.” He states simply. He then rises from his seat with his goblet in hand and walks back towards his throne. “The souls of your friends await you at the gates to the human world.”
Your heart skips and you leap up from your seat, following him with wide eyes. “Wait- that’s…” You catch your breath in the rush of emotions that flowed through your chest. “A-And the dragon balls?”
King Vegeta turns back to you. “It was not about the dragon balls.” He admits with great pleasure, swirling his drink in his hold. His brow arches. ”You understand?”
Your confusion leaves you staring his way, attempting to understand. Running all your words and his together, and then you’re breathless again when the realization hits you.
turles/bardock/goku (saiyans probably lol) reacting to a fem reader with a moo-costume (cow) lmao (or a dinosaur 😭)
It could be nsfw or not, as you like!
✦✦Content: M/18. MINORS DNI. afab reader. established relationships. domesticated bardock and turles. costume sex. oral - female receiving. nipple play/teasing. reference breeding kink. humor
✦✦Warning: explicit language
BARDOCK X READER
It’s cute. He thinks? What is he supposed to think of it staring down the tall, foam headdress of your costume as you came “face to face” with him.
It gives Bardock some conflicting feelings about seeing you walk around in your dinosaur costume and playfully roaring at him.
He vocalizes absentmindedly on how the costume reminds him of something he ate once upon a time while looking down at you in it.
The creature wore that same unnerving expression you were giving him now once he expressed that, taking him back to that moment from his past.
…May he does like your costume.
Only a saiyan could correlate eating a conquered beast for survival to eating out his overstimulated lover and not see anything wrong with that.
By the squint in his eyes, his growing smirk, and the grip on the tail of your costume when you thought you could now slink away, your Halloween plans quickly changed.
He ended up ruining the shape of the tail and the suit of your costume to get to where he wanted, having first “ripped out your belly” to free your breasts while you squirmed underneath him, hungrily latching onto your nipple, shaping your other breast playfully in his hand.
The beast put up more of a “fight” than you were but he delighted in the taste of your supple skin regardless, gently pulling your sensitive button between his teeth until it popped free and he sucked it back between his lips to do it again.
Next thing you knew you were on all fours and crying out at the waves of pleasure, gloved “claws” and matching boots unable to get a solid grip on anything when he tore out the back of the costume and licked into your exposed folds.
GOKU X READER
Halloween was supposed to be spooky or scary, and Goku doesn’t quite get where a cow falls into those categories.
Unless you were giving out tasty meat treats instead of candy for Halloween, then it would certainly fit the theme.
Either way, there had to be better costume options before you settled on this. Not that he’s complaining if it makes you happy and you’re having fun.
You playfully teased making it a couple costume theme and how he could be your “breeding bull”. And he blushed at that, sheepishly laughing it off.
You’d thought your relationship had outgrown those bashful responses by now but it truthfully turned you on knowing you could still get that kind of reaction out of him.
Further teasing him, you placed the headband of small cow horns on his head and filled your hands with his broad chest, complimenting how well they looked against his crown of wild hair. Naturally, Goku let out an aroused sound from your fondling and sweet words. However, he knows how this game goes and tried to scold you for your one-sided teasing.
You smirked at him in response and moved in closer, his heart skipping a beat when you purposely circled your fingers over the sensitive buds of his chest through his shirt and pressed your lips into his neck.
He crumbled within minutes of your hand at his hardening cock while you were making idle comments of "milking" a strong and healthy bull like him. The dirtier your words, the more complacent he grew underneath your touch like a moth to a flame.
You managed to get his gi loose to get his shirt over his chest for a more direct touch to his skin your mouth wrapped around his nipple as he trembled pressing up against you.
You continued to pump at his weeping cock through his loose pants, his eyes rolling back slightly from all the stimulation and a dark, wet stain appearing in his clothing where it shaped the tip of his cock.
TURLES X READER
Thinks you look ridiculous upon first glance and the double take that followed with his brow arched and a surprised stare.
When you initially said you were going to be a cow, Turles can admit he doesn’t know of earth animals enough to think much of it, until he saw you prance out in the inflated plastic suit and platform boots
Then he can’t help but give you his honest opinion when you ask him how you looked, accompanied by a wry smile as if it would cushion the blow of his words. If this was some sort of a joke, he just didn’t get it.
But then you asked him to help you out of the suit. Upon letting the air out of it when he unzips the back, he finds you in a matching cow-print lingerie set with a cowbell around your neck and faux-fur ears. The underwear was stitched with a cow tail hanging off the back as well.
And he…he still doesn’t get what you’re going for. You’re just wearing one of your matching underwear sets now. The bra barely covered your breasts, not to mention how they were straining the thin strings keeping it tied up around you. This costume was impractical.
You dropped a few annoyed hints to get your intentions across and then he just stared at you silently, eyes scanning over your body as his head tilted and the tip of his loose tail flicked.
Turles’ eyes narrow when he looks back up to yours. He can’t deny that in theory, it was a cunning attempt to seduce him even though you failed at it. But he doesn’t like being on the receiving end of tricks.
Now, the bell around your neck is ringing constantly from the way he has you bouncing off the snap of his hips into yours, balancing you in his hold with your legs dangling off his large forearms. Accompanied by your moans, it’s all encouraging music to his ears.
There’s a string of drool falling down the side of your mouth that makes him smirk, the harsh yet delicious pumps of his cock inside you making you ache with pleasure and pain as relentlessly fucks you through your orgasm.
Alright i think i finally decided what i wanna request for SOTS 😹 this time i only have one idea and not a list lmao
i feel like i wanna see more yandere reader so how’s something with Raditz catching his seemingly innocent and weak human admirerer taking out the competition? Raditz walking into a horror scene to find the reader is far more capable than he thought they were? :3c
RADITZ X YANDERE!READER
✦✦Content: M/18. MINORS DNI. au, yandere reader, canon-typical violence
✦✦Warning: minor character death, blood, referenced gore
Do you like him?
You remember the words sounding very quiet when you spoke it, the last coherent thing you remember leaving your lips. Attempting to sound unaffected, steady. Calm, yet curious. Right before it felt like your stomach was in your chest and your heart was in your throat. They answered denying the claim, but…they hesitated, Making your fingers twitch against your palm and clench tighter. Why hesitate if they didn’t like him? Why pry into your feelings for him if they weren’t interested? You pressed them on further in a tone you don’t recognize from yourself, but from the unpleasant lump in your throat letting your voice amplify from the sudden rush in your chest. It was a bitter sound that quickly shortened your breath. You pushed further growing more abrasive wanting to hear them fess the truth of their meddling.
Until they finally did tell the truth.
It felt like sound had become muted in your ears under the heat building up inside your head. You don't remember what they said when they tried to calm you, reassure you there was no intent to act on their feelings for him. How one-sided and unimportant they were to someone like him. You don't even remember what was going through your head anymore when you unclenched your hands and lunged with force. And then you snapped back into your senses and found your muscles tensed up with blood running hot in your veins.
Your jaw unclenched and this harsh sound scratches your throat as you heave, allowing yourself to release the broken sobs from your body. Purging yourself of the remaining bitterness and trying to take deeper breaths. Your hands are trembling, but you bring the back of your hand to try to catch your tears before they fall, leaving a smear of blood on your face.
In. Breathe in. Your eyes close as you take air in through your nose along with the scent of fresh blood, filling your lungs and letting your head roll back on its own weight. Out…a barely audible exhale passes your lips and evens your heartbeat. In. Out.
It’s definitely gotten easier to calm yourself.
A stoic darkness settles in your relaxed features as you lift your head to face the results of your efforts. The body still twitches beneath you, but no conscious movement is left. Not with so much blood pooling around their head. You are relieved at how fruitful this “cure” is and continues to be for your desires. With a clearer mind and the problem solved, everything resonates with a peaceful truth: They liked Raditz, too.
You’re familiar with the signs by now, you just wanted them to admit it to you, and they did. They were nice enough to be considerate of your feelings and lie but you had already come to your own conclusion a long time ago. When you saw how outgoing they were with him you just knew they would undo your hard work of making him your own. Besides, how could you trust their intentions when they just tried to lie to you? You couldn’t jeopardize your chances with your Beloved if they were telling you what they thought you wanted to hear instead of how they really felt.
Oh, but it doesn’t matter now. It couldn’t be helped and you don’t blame them at all. Beloved could attract any attention he desired being as strong of a presence as he was. He likes idolization, to feel robust and in control, and your amiable and soft display with him caters to that if for just a brief moment to have his crooked smile and frisky eyes upon you. All for you.
Your heart’s put at ease and your smile is restored knowing, once again, what you feel for him is not something to be shared with others. It’s solely and completely yours, and it is all for him. One day his heart will know there is no limit to what your devotion could bring him, and he will see-
“Wow.” The familiar tone sends a cold shiver up your spine, swiping your smile away. You quickly turn around to face Raditz and scramble back, putting a foot of distance between yourself and the body.
No, no, no! He can’t see you like this, the image of his benevolent lamb forever soiled by the fangs you grew to keep what belongs to you.
But there’s an apathy in his expression, unbothered by the carnage or the pool of blood around the body having seen more than enough of it in his lifetime. He merely followed the fussy commotion leading him to the scene, witnessing you mount your mutual acquaintance and bash their skull into the concrete with your bare hands. The way you drew your body back with a tight grip on their hair and threw your weight forward to break them open like a melon left an initial shock and he couldn’t believe it was you doing this. He’s seen insects more brutal than you.
Nevertheless, Raditz is pleasantly surprised to see this from you of all people. It was downright savage and admittedly sloppy work, but he knows an execution when he sees one. “I didn’t think you had it in you.” He punctuated his words with that crooked smile you loved so much. He is impressed. He approaches closer, walking past the body with his fist pressed into his hip, and squats down in front of your shocked face, “Are you injured?”
No. He can see the blood around you isn’t yours. Raditz can’t believe how unharmed you are. Not even a scrape on your knuckles clenching at your chest.
You gulp, still locked in your stupor that the careful image you created just for him was shattered. You’re brought back by his annoyed stare and large fingers snapping in front of your eyes. “I-I’m…okay.” You managed to speak up, shakily. “Don’t…Don’t look at me like this! I-I only did it because-”
“You’re shaking.” He noticed, presuming it from the “defensive” act itself and not the genuine upset that he saw you for your true capabilities. “It’ll pass. Pull yourself together and come on.” He states in that commanding tone of his, gripping your arm and pulling you back to your feet. “I’m certain they had that comin’ to push you to do that.” He adds turning to glance at your handiwork again, this time with a proud grin.
Omg omg I’m so excited for this again! Let’s go Kinktober!
Would it be too much to ask to request again from last year? With cnc Beast Gohan in the cornmaze? 🥰🥰🥰
GOHAN X READER
✦✦Content: M/18. MINORS DNI. afab reader. beast gohan. established relationship, intimate roleplaying, light teasing, public sex
✦✦Warning: predefined cnc, consensual overpowering, explicit language
It’s still hard for him to believe he was capable of going through with this for you, let alone wrap his mind around what inspired you to pull him into this. This wasn’t your usual “Great Saiyaman saves the day” playing he was used to. But the uninhibited state of instinct born of his unlocked potential and his deep-seated fury helped to curve his docile temperament. That, and he was already a total pushover for you when you promised something fun. Whatever doubts he had about this disappeared when he unleashed his transformation.
Having to hunt you down in this maze only enlightened him more to this game of hide and seek you set up, stirring up his anticipation for when he finally gets ahold of you. He grows more excited like never before with every step closer he feels to you. Sharp red eyes follow the sounds among the tall corn stalks, his nostrils flaring when he picks up inklings of your favorite perfume. Strangely, even with his fine-tuned senses, you didn’t make the seeking part of this easy. The added sounds and smells made him wonder if you weren’t actually the only ones caught up in this labyrinth of corn. He tracked after quick movements and rustles but found the nocturnal small animals instead of his prize.
Growing more frustrated in the process.
It’s like you planned for this part too, letting his iron focus and building arousal mix with his frustration of fruitless finds to help distract from his worrisome conscience. It wasn’t outside his skill to scour the entire field of corn in seconds if he used his speed to find you, but he knows it takes away from the game. It ruins the challenge of this “character” for him. Despite his fierce state, he was still level-headed enough to not lose his patience. Not yet. Gohan’s saiyan blood was starting to run hot, however, imagining the rush he was going to get when he saw you, how prized the sensation would be to successfully hunt you down. His brows furrowed over his eyes with a wrinkle between them and there was an excited grin on his face, darkening his expression into something crazed.
Then, like an answer to his prayers, your voice carried from a short distance. Calling out for “help” to any who heard it, enunciating how lost you had become and couldn’t get out of the corn maze.
Purposely giving yourself away. Gohan felt his heart start to race and honed in on your call. He ignored the carved-out dirt path and pushed through the tall corn stalks, following your voice until he finally found you at a dead end deep in the maze. Your arms wrapped around you against the autumn cold, dressed like some horror movie sex cliche: a skirt wrapped around your thighs, kneesock, and a low-cut top.
“Need a hand?” The rasp of his deep tone startled you as it followed the rustling of the crops behind you. You are genuinely surprised at the sight of him when you turn around, his menacing silhouette encroaching on you from his self-made path and bringing to light the subtle flame of his aura. You barely recognize him, your eyes settling on his leer and witnessing it become wilder when your foot automatically moves in the opposite direction. You couldn’t react fast enough when his large hand took you off balance, wrapping around your neck and guiding you down to the ground. Strategically cutting you off from further calling out before you thought to do so.
Even though you only felt him press into the sides of your neck you understood his actions loud and clear.
Even so, your hands wrap around his forearm in response and you dig your heels, writhing and pulling against his grip to break free. It was like a flutter against his hold, his other hand coming down beside your head and he absentmindedly let out a chuckle at your struggling. You could slap him in his face or kick him against his abs and it wouldn’t be enough. It got your heart racing the harder you shook yourself in your shortening space between him and the dirt. You spiced it up, taking a handful of white hair and pulling, surprising him. In a rousing way, fingers tight enough to scratch at his scalp in your hold and pulling, restraining his head the way he liked. Still, he takes hold of your smaller wrist and forces your grip to loosen before slamming your arm down above your head, the quickness of his action making your heart skip in your chest. Then Gohan releases your neck to get your other arm up, bringing them together to hold down with one hand.
Your eyes couldn’t quite leave each other and finding the brief hints of surprise in your expression surfaced that worrying nature in him, checking himself to make sure he doesn’t actually hurt you by letting this go to his head. But then your lips part, a meek plea to stop. Begging for him to stop and let you go with your half-hearted wiggling to get free making your breasts jiggle under your top.
Still invested in the game without breaking from your role. Too excited to see it end out of nerves.
He swallows, then his expression steels itself against your display and he flashes his teeth with a smirk in response to your begging. His free hand lowers between you without hesitation and feels his way up between your thighs. Panty-less, he discovered. And you’re already wet. His fingers tease at your slick folds and press circles into your clit making your begging grow more desperate. A frail sound falls off your lips when his fingers push inside you making your eyes close and back arch. You turn your head away from him as if ashamed. But your insides respond favorably to the familiar touch, clenching tighter around the stretch and then giving away allowing him to sink his fingers deeper. Making your thighs tremble.
You pleaded again for him to stop and he did, surprisingly. Only to free up a hand for his intentions. You lift your eyes and feel yourself turned slightly on your side, your legs “side-saddle” to him with your ass and thighs pressed against him. Angled just right for him to press his freed cock between the squeeze of your folds, filling you bit by bit until your mixed arousal made it easier. Gohan’s grip on your wrists tightened with his other hand pushing back your closer leg to hold you in place for his thrusts until he could feel your thighs recoil from his body. Trapping you in this position beneath him.
I- uh- 👉🏻👈🏻😳 I would like to ask for something spicy for the Halloween event with our dear Goku/Kakarot (...SS4? Something enticingly dangerous, something that you know is wrong, but at the same time feels right.He gives that impression, especially when he gives THAT look. like some kind of predator. )... Oh gosh I don't have any specific idea, Emma just blew the system away 😂
Super Oozaru Goku x Reader〖 requested by @blue-wristbands 〗
✦✦Content: M/18+. MINORS DNI. established friendship. established gochi. one-sided pining / long-term crush. angst. emotional hurt / comfort. trapped / imprisoned. screw the time chamber rules, I have spicy words!
✦✦Warning: explicit language. dubcon. spouse cheating. overpowering. biting. blood. implied rough sex
✦✦A/N: Shout out to emma for passing the vibe and setting the standards for halloween bois ♥ But SS4!Goku? Dangerous and morally questionable? That's what gets me out of bed in the morning! 😈 And yet this one came out so angsty idk what happened!
It wasn't easy, but you managed to slip away from the gathering of your worried friends and hastily headed down the halls toward your destination. Following the path by memory, you soon found yourself in front of the door to the Room of Spirit and Time. There was no telling what you would face on the other side and truthfully you were nervous in your decision to be here, but you knew in your heart that you needed to be. No amount of encouraging or comforting words from your friends was enough to shake the chill under your skin. You were just as worried and restless waiting for it to be over already. It was not that you didn’t have faith in him to come through, you just couldn’t take the idea of him being alone under these circumstances.
At the behest of the great North Kai and Dende, Goku had been sealed inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber after a collective effort to subdue him.
It was for his own security as well as the Earth’s when his Super Saiyan 4 transformation consumed his mind suddenly and like any Great Ape he went on a rampage. No, it was worse than anything a Great Ape could manage: he was more powerful, faster and more terrifying to face than a giant beast. Unlike the Goku you knew so well. One could easily compare his wanton ravaging to the likes of Majin Buu, nothing that moved or stood tall enough was safe. He couldn’t be allowed to continue on like that out of fear of where it would end. Sealing the Time Chamber on one side seemed like the most logical step to take, better than other options that ended unfavorably for him but none of the warriors of Earth were exactly powerful enough to defeat him.
There was hope that Goku would regain control, and at least inside the Time Chamber he could take as much time as needed to safely master his mind and power in harmony. No one doubted he could do it, but it wouldn’t erase what he’d already done in that unrestrained state and how profoundly it must hurt him once he regained his senses. Especially how it all reflects his one, deepest regret. With everything you saw today, you just couldn’t stand the idea of him being alone at that moment. It sat like bile in your stomach to imagine him hurting like that. You just wanted to be there to help him even a little.
You were never shy about your feelings for Goku and his well-being, however you have always been cordial and respectful of his marriage. For you to be so affected by this, there was no telling how hard Chi Chi was taking this but she had her family to console her through it. Maybe your help could give her some peace of mind as well you hoped, and that thinking of her in the moment would make your actions less selfish. With a deep breath, you grasp the handle of the door with both hands and carefully crack it open. Quick enough to slip into the bright light pouring out and with your fingers shutting it tight back behind you. Sealing yourself inside. Your eyes scan around the quaintly decorated small living space before looking out into the luminous void of white feeling your heart skip at the endless stretch of it.
Hesitating, you approach the long platform leading into the white space, a silhouette coming into view that caused you to freeze and let out a frightful gasp, earning its attention. The wild elongated hair and red fur stood out against the void and unnerved you. It could only be Goku of course, but he looked exactly like he did when he was put inside here.
As he turns to fully face you, you see his head tilt and can make out the wide golden stare looking at you. “(Y/n)?” He spoke up calmly and his voice echoed across the empty space, visibly confused by your presence here. His temperament wasn’t beastly at all anymore, you quickly realized. Aside from his appearance, he seemed… normal. Like Goku. He starts to walk toward you, scratching at his head in his familiar way. “What are you doing he-”
“Goku!” You shouted back in a mix of relief and excitement, running at him with tears forming in your eyes. He was just as you hoped for, back to his old self or as close as he could be right now. Once your foot left the platform, you immediately collapsed onto your hands and knees under the increased pressure of the Chamber. The air felt so thin suddenly in the freezing temperature change, finding it harder to breathe. Straining just to move. You felt like you were about to die! That’s when you were scooped up against Goku’s chest and carried back into the living space where he placed you in one of the beds so you could catch your breath. That was awful, you can’t believe they all just come in here willingly to train in a place like this.
“Try to relax and take deep breaths. You’re going to be okay.” He advised, a hand on your back as he knelt beside the bed. You settled down enough to follow his words and raised your head with a deep sigh once you recovered, turning to him and finding his warming smile on you.
"How come you're still...like this?" You asked, placing your hand on his face, taking in the ruffled look in his hair and fur as if weeks had already gone by for him when it’s only been a few hours since he was put inside. Realizing the intimacy of your action, you quickly withdraw your hand and turn away. "You have to get this under control or there's no telling what they plan to do with you. But..more importantly, are you okay? How long has it been for you here?"
You turn back to him as Goku folded his arms at his chest and looked up thoughtfully, playing with numbers in his head. “A couple of months, maybe? Or, at least, I think.” He shrugged and shook his head. “I figured it was strange that I woke up in here and couldn’t find the door anymore,” He interrupts himself with a lighthearted chuckle. “Actually I panicked about it for a bit but I… understood why and had a hunch maybe you guys were keeping an eye on me from afar. But what are you doing here, (Y/n)?”
“I-” You paused, remembering your place in his life, reminding yourself to value his choices. “-We were all worried about you. We didn't want you to be in here alone after…you know..” You confessed, omitting your own conviction to sneak inside without anyone knowing. "I thought... maybe if- since I’m not a threat to you and all..." You feel the weight shift a little on the bed as Goku placed both his hands into the mattress, artlessly closing the space between you.
"You risked comin’ in here for me?" You nodded your head gently. “-But that means you are locked inside too, doesn’t it?” With a delay, you nod your head again. It wasn’t a well-thought out or graceful plan, but you do feel better knowing he is on his way to being like himself again and that you get to see that with your own eyes.
Truthfully, Goku could have broken himself out already with the power he has accumulated over the time he's already been inside. He is very aware of that fact, but from what he could gather in his alone time was that it was expected of him to come back less of a threat to his friends and family. Everyone was looking forward to him getting out better than ever. At least like this, he can train for as long as he needs to. A year was plenty of time enough to reflect on his actions and get ahold of this strength he had obtained. Moreover, it was just more than clear to him that he must make it so he never acted out like that again. He was certain the damages he caused could be fixed with Dende’s Dragon Balls, as well.
So far Goku was able to hold his consciousness in this form again, but it was yet he held confidence in doing it for so long. It didn't mean he wasn't constantly fighting back his innate saiyan urges even at this very moment. Before you came, he’s been trying to burn out the power needed to sustain the form so he could release all the energy but this wasn’t like a normal Super Saiyan transformation. It wasn’t driven by power but rather the power it gave was a gift to keep fighting unbound. Like keeping a boulder up an icy mountain, he’s been fighting a losing battle trying to wrap his mind around the force that takes over, itching to clash by means he just couldn’t sate here all alone. The fact that you are here just further proves to himself that he needs to work at it a little harder if he wants to restore himself and make good on his favor with the Earth and everyone he loves.
But it’s presenting a new challenge to his will, as well. The rogue element of you being in here may not be an aggressive threat to him, but your presence was just tickling the stimulus of his senses. You being the first living thing his eyes have seen in a few months’ time, the first new scent in his sensitive nose that brought life into this monotonous emptiness, and the first warmth of flesh his hands have touched. It’s all refreshing, but it’s very dangerous. Knowing what he knows about your heart and faith puts him beside himself. He can already hear his voice influencing your feelings against his own wishes, for a selfish gain to indulge those senses more, dragging his willpower down with it.
“Goku?” You snap your fingers in front of his face and he breaks out of his trancing stare. He almost lost it just now, staring at your exposed skin as if he can hear the blood flowing just beneath the surface. He drags his hands off the bed and presses them to his face with a gulp and shudder, standing to turn away from you. He then made a beeline for the sink where he ran the cold water and urgently drank it from his hands, splashing it into his face as well. Tilting your head over the edge of the bed to see, you slide off and start to approach him. “...Goku?”
He can hear the worry in your tone and tries to focus on his breathing, trying to will the sound of his heart beating out of his ears. Maybe even force himself out the transformation, but he has already tried that on his own unsuccessfully. Any attempt at deviations in his control now risked a danger upon you.
“I can help! I-If I can…If you let me…” You insisted, begged, taking closer steps toward him. Goku’s tail flicked erratically and he pushed his fist into the wall. A threatening growl rumbles off his other hand pressed into his face again. “I-I know…you’re stronger than this, Goku. You don’t have to go through it alone.” You reached your hand and gently touched his back and the sound abruptly stopped. He slowly lifts his head and his arms fall at his side. Turning to face you, overgrown fangs jutting from his lips catch your eyes too late to react before he grabs you roughly by your upper arms. You jump in your skin expecting the worst, but he just shoves his face into your shoulder. Low growls in his deep breath made you tremble. Afraid to move an inch. His grip is tight on your arms but you can only endure the discomfort.
“I’m sorry… I-I’m really tryin’..” Goku struggled, a heavy rasp in his voice. “It’s gettin’ harder to resist right now.” He himself is afraid of what his hands would do if he let you go right now. His entire body felt feverish against you, even you can start to see his aura flaring up around him. The shift was so sudden you can’t help but think of what it was to set him off, he was just fine talking to you and it seemed like everything was on its way to being alright. Your fear, however, had you certain he was going to change back into that monster you saw and it came back to one thing.
“...Is it me?” You asked him, turning only your eyes to look his way. “Did I make it worse for you?” You don’t get an answer, whether he was still prioritizing holding himself back from you or he did not wish to hurt your feelings and give you an honest reply. But you picked up on it, the difference of him in here with you and alone. Thinking to yourself how he was better off without you touched upon your old feelings and the regret of your actions had risen. You regret coming in here, getting in his way, and now you were trapped for the remainder of the year with him. He may unintentionally kill you before you see that door open again and you could only conceive how that would hurt him worse. You swallowed the lump in your throat with water building in your eyes. Even now you still want to help him regardless of what it meant for you.
If it was your last chance to be with him, your last opportunity to be selfish and cling to him, you at least wanted it to be instrumental to his progress and not a hindrance. “I’m scared, Goku.” You whispered in finality, shutting your eyes when the tears fell. “But I trust you.” You slowly lifted your hands where you held onto his waist and leaned your face into his red shoulder. You could feel the energy pulsing inside his muscles more profoundly. Even as primal as this, you can’t imagine a more beautiful body to die for.
‘I Love You’ hung on the tip of your trembling lips and at this heart-aching moment for you, you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. But he knows it. He feels it in your effort to try to grasp him closer despite his hold on you, and in the intense scent of your body. His nostrils flare against your exposed skin and in an instant Goku’s heart raced with a keen sensation blooming in his chest, spreading throughout his body. Biting into your shoulder, through the clothing and delicate skin was just the start of it. The way you shrieked and dug your hands into his fur to struggle pumped you both up with adrenaline. Your blood is pumping to fight, to want to live, but you feel like you’re dying again.
But you don’t. A minute goes by and you are alive. Several more minutes pass and the pain is pushed down, you are less clothed than before but you are able to hold more of him in your arms. Now you can see the red glow in his menacing leer filling around his golden iris, but you are no longer afraid. You paint your lips red with his. An hour. The floor reflects your impassioned hips bouncing on his lap and his large hand holding you in return for the pleasure of it. You are alive. You hold your arms around his neck, and you are alive. You see his mouth open and he muffles his moans by pulling you close to bite into your other shoulder. But you keep riding him. Only until both his hands grab your ass and steal control of your hips away to pump you full. It could be the only time he ever looks upon you as something he desires as you desire him for so long. All the love and affection you could only have in your dreams.
Goku apologizes, over and over and over, the most broken sound you've ever heard from him that it can't be only for you.
