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[tytarax]

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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[tytarax]

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.

In the early years you 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?"

Alternative version (tw S/A)

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[tytarax]

Hi how are you doing could I request the part two of king cold x female arcosian reader smut , during the time cooler was a toodler cold already decided to train him and she had to watch him hurting and emotionally abuse her son and she could tell he treated cooler harsher because he look exactly like his bio dad and as soon as cooler turn into a teenager cold wanted to impregnate her this time even though the female refuse at first but soon let it happen because she had no choice at first she hated it but soon she began feeling good and cannot help her whimper and moans and going all night till she got pregnant with frieza?

A bit of an alternative version of the "Queen Cold" one shot :)

TW: S/A. This story contains mentions of S/A. Please take care of yourself and feel free to skip or stop reading if this makes you uncomfortable.

"He is my son now."

You knew then that there was no escape. The life you had dreamed of with your mate was gone. Instead, you would play the role of the queen, by the side of the king who had taken everything from you.

Cooler grew, and you watched the weight of your husband’s expectations settle onto him. Cold’s words dripped with poison as he praised your son, but always with a biting edge. Always a reminder of who held the leash. When Cooler’s powers manifested, Cold was there, watching, testing, pushing. You knew what he saw—potential for a new weapon in his arsenal.

You tried to shield your son, to give him moments of tenderness amidst the cold calculation of his father’s teachings. But Cold was relentless. He didn’t just want a heir; he wanted a reflection of himself. A tool to further his ambitions. A means to an end.

And you stood by, helpless, as your son was molded into a mirror of the monster you had married.

Years passed. Cooler grew into a warrior, his power rivalling even his father’s. Yet despite his strength, he remained bound to Cold’s whims. You had hoped, foolishly perhaps, that as he matured he might find a way to break free.

But Cold’s grip was iron.

Then one day, Cold summoned you to his chambers. His gaze was colder than you had ever seen it, his voice like the scrape of ice against stone.

"You will have another child," he decreed. "This time, it will be my blood that runs true."

You wanted to scream, to rage, to fight. But you knew the futility of it all. The guards stood ready, their eyes empty of anything but obedience to their king. Cold’s will was absolute.

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He took you then and there, his touch devoid of warmth, his eyes never leaving yours. You felt small beneath him, fragile, as if one wrong move could snap you in two. His size was overwhelming, his presence suffocating. You bit back a cry of pain as he breached you, your body unprepared, your mind screaming in silent protest.

But Cold showed no mercy. His rhythm was relentless, his strength undeniable. With each thrust, you felt yourself being reshaped, claimed, branded as his. The pain slowly gave way to a different sensation, one you didn’t want to acknowledge. A warmth began to spread through your core, a tingling that made your breath hitch.

No, you told yourself. You won’t give him this. You won’t let him take this from you too. But your body betrayed you. With every movement, the pleasure grew, until you couldn’t hold back the gasps that escaped your lips. Cold’s eyes gleamed with triumph as he felt your resistance crumble, as he heard the first whimper of pleasure slip past your defenses.

The room was quiet, save for the sound of skin against skin, of your increasingly ragged breathing, of the soft moans you couldn’t suppress. Cold watched you, his gaze piercing, as if he could see every wall you had built crumbling beneath him. His hand moved to your throat, not squeezing, just reminding you of his control.

Your body arched beneath his, a puppet pulled by strings of pleasure and pain. You tried to look away, to shut out the sight of him, but his grip on your chin forced your gaze back to his. His eyes were a cold void, drawing you in, refusing to let you escape.

The pleasure built, a slow burn that ignited every nerve, every fiber of your being. You felt your muscles tensing, your breath catching, as the pressure inside you grew unbearable. Cold’s thrusts became more forceful, more demanding, as if he could will your release with sheer strength alone.

And then it hit you - a wave of sensation so intense it blotted out everything else. Your vision blurred, your breath caught in your throat, as your body clenched around him, pleasure rippling through you in waves. You heard a sound, high and desperate, and only distantly realized it was coming from you.

Cold’s grip tightened, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his own climax. You felt his cock swell inside you, felt the hot rush of his seed as he finally allowed himself release. The sensation was both a relief and a violation, a reminder of his claim, of your submission.

As the last waves of pleasure subsided, reality crashed back down. You lay there, breath ragged, heart pounding, as Cold withdrew and stood. His expression was unreadable, his eyes cold and distant once more. Without a word, he stood from the bed and left you there, alone with the aftermath of what had just transpired. The room felt cold, the air thick with unspoken words, weighed down by the weight of what had been done.

You stared at the ceiling, your mind a whirl of conflicting emotions, of unwanted pleasure and forced submission. The ache between your legs was a stark reminder of Cold’s claim, of the life that might now grow within you. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. You wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

Instead, you curled onto your side, pulling the covers around you like a shield. Sleep didn’t come easily, haunted by the memory of his touch, of the pleasure you didn’t want to feel.

"Mother…?" You heard Cooler's voice from outside your door. "Are you alright?… Can I come in?"

"I'll be fine," you responded as you wiped your tears and got yourself together. You opened the door and saw your son looking at you with anger and sadness.

"Are you alright?" he asked as he looked you up and down. "Did he hurt you?"

"I'll be fine, Cooler," you said, but he knew better and could see the pain in your eyes.

"It's my fault, I'm so sorry, I didn't do anything-" he said as he hugged you.

"It's not your fault," you told him. "Your father is a monster, and he will pay for what he did. One day, I will have my revenge."

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