#gohan x y/n

[actuallysaiyan]

Oh man 😂 A speed date with Gohan that turns nsfw? Sign me up please. (Yes I’m that easy)

You’re amazing as always 💚

warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, possessiveness, speed dating word count: 1.1k pairings: Son Gohan x Fem!Reader summary: Thinking you'd not be connecting with anyone at the speed dating event, a certain half-Saiyan catches your attention and eventually shows you just how connected you two can be.

You can’t believe you let your friend talk you into this. Sure it had been a long time since you were on a date. Even longer since you’ve gotten laid. But it didn’t mean you had to actually go to this dumb speed dating event. You aren’t even really sure why you had said yes, but at the time it had seemed like a good idea. Now that you’re here and seeing everyone, you aren’t really sure it’s that good of an idea.

The conversations aren’t all that good. They are all supposed to last about 5 to 10 minutes, but you barely click with anyone. Most of the men seem to be so focused on one thing and it’s clear what it is. Even some of the women you try to talk to aren’t any better. It frustrates you because all you want is to be able to form a connection with an actual person. 

One of the guys you match up with seems to already have his expectations about you and how this speed date is going to go. He’s buff with his chest puffed out, and he’s got the kind of smile that is so white, you can basically see your reflection in the shine.

“So after this, we’re gonna be getting some drinks. You know the exclusive bar down the street? Yeah, my buddy owns it.” He’s trying so hard to impress you, but you aren’t very much feeling those vibes.

“Is that so?” You ask, your tone isn’t very enthusiastic.

He smirks, “Oh yeah! Been buddies with this guy for so long. He’s really my best guy. He’ll even cook us up some steaks and we can go back to my—”

The buzzer is sounded and you are so relieved. That conversation was getting way too ridiculous. You can’t believe someone like him is actually thinking all this bragging could even work. You’re so quick to pull away from the table, you almost slam into someone. When you look up to apologize, you see the cutest smile ever.

“Hey, that’s okay. You’re my next date, I guess.”

Your eyes widen. It was true. This was the next man you would be chatting with. For the first time since the night began, you finally felt a bit of a connection. A spark of sorts. You and the man you almost ran into sit at the table, and you can hear your last date trying to get your attention. Yet you decide to pay him no mind at all. What matters is the man in front of you.

He’s cute. Very cute. In a nerdy sort of way. You can tell he’s the intellectual type by his attempt at dressing up a bit for this event. It’s just a very casual speed dating event, and yet he is wearing a sports jacket and a tie. You can’t help but be attracted to the fact that he actually decided to put effort into this even if it was just meant to be something casual.

“I’m Gohan,” he introduces himself as the buzzer goes off to announce the time has started.

And from that point on, you and Gohan connected like nobody else in the room. You were right about him being nerdy, but he is also humble and kind and sweet. He’s got your attention, but you’re also his number one priority. It’s almost like the two of you are alone in this room and this is the only date going on.

You’re both having such a good time neither of you really hear the buzzer going off to announce that the speed date is over. Neither of you seem to care when the next pair of people meant to try and connect to you come over to your table. You and Gohan have matched up well and neither of you really want to continue trying to connect with anyone else.

“Wanna go have a drink?” You ask him, and you smile as his cheeks turn pink.

“I’d love to.”

At the bar down the street, which was neither exclusive nor was it owned by that other guy’s buddy, you and Gohan continue your conversation from earlier. One drink turns into two turns into three. You’re both sufficiently buzzed by this point. You know you want to kiss him, but you’re not sure if that would be too forward at this point.

Within a few moments, Gohan has you in the bathroom and the door is locked. A fire is present in his eyes that you didn’t expect. His hand is clamped on your mouth as his other hand is busy sliding down your pants and into your panties. You shudder as his long fingers expertly stimulate you. You’ve never met anyone who could so easily make you feel this way without even really getting to know you more than this.

“You look so damn pretty like this. I bet you’ll look even better when I fuck you.”

His words cause your tummy to erupt with butterflies. You whine against his hand. He maneuvers you to be bent over the sink. You try your best to keep quiet as he pulls your pants down and shoves your panties to the side. You try to look behind you to see how big he is, but he grips onto your hair.

“Just be a good girl and keep quiet, yeah?”

No longer is this man shy and sweet. It would seem that there is a whole other side to him, and it’s exciting you in ways you didn’t even think possible. His large hands spread your legs even more for him, and he doesn’t give you a warning as he pushes into you. You gasp at the stretch. Nobody has ever filled you up like this before. You’ve never ever ever felt a cock this big inside of you. Immediately you’re white-knuckling the counter of the bar bathroom as Gohan starts at a rough and rapid pace. His heavy balls slap against you with every rough thrust.

“You know, when I saw you talking to the last guy before me…” Gohan says between ragged breaths. “ I was starting to get pissed off. How dare he think he could take you away from me?”

You’re shocked to hear these words from him. You’ve only just met and yet he’s being this possessive? It really turns you on, and you feel yourself clenching around him as he continues to explain his feelings to you.

“Awh you like that?” Gohan asks you. “That’s good. Because I have no intention of letting you go.”

[cherryrainn]

Could you do a Pan and a sibling!reader where the reader is the youngest child of Pan and Gohan (adopted or not) and they have fun at the park?

yes! thank you <3 ive been wanting to write dragon ball for a while now

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— swings and smiles

pan x sibling! reader (platonic)

sunlight poured through the window, gently illuminating your room as a soft breeze whispered through the curtains. the sound of birds chirping reached your ears, signaling the arrival of a new day filled with possibilities. but it was pan's excited voice that truly awakened you.

"y/n! wake up, wake up!" pan's joyful voice echoed through the hallway, filling your room with an infectious energy. you couldn't help but smile as you sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"what's going on, pan?" you asked, your voice laced with curiosity.

"we're going to the park today! mom and dad said we could have a whole day of fun together!" pan exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

your drowsiness quickly evaporated, replaced by an eagerness to embark on this adventure with your spirited sister. you jumped out of bed, slipping into comfortable clothes suitable for a day outdoors.

as you made your way downstairs, the tantalizing aroma of breakfast wafted from the kitchen. gohan and videl were already up, preparing a delicious meal to fuel your day of fun. you greeted them with smiles and exchanged morning pleasantries.

"good morning, mom! good morning, dad!" you chirped, your enthusiasm bubbling over.

"good morning, y/n! sleep well?" videl asked, a warm smile gracing her lips.

"yes, i did! I'm so excited for our day at the park!" you exclaimed, your excitement palpable.

gohan nodded, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. "we've planned some fun activities for all of us. it's going to be an unforgettable day!"

with breakfast devoured and energy levels soaring, your family arrived at the park. the vibrant greenery and the sounds of laughter filled the air, setting the stage for an unforgettable day of adventures.

pan tugged at your hand, leading you toward the swings. the rhythmic creaking of the chains and the delighted squeals of other children filled your ears. as you took turns pushing each other higher and higher, the wind whipped against your face, filling you with a sense of exhilaration and freedom. the world blurred as you soared through the air, your laughter blending harmoniously with pan's.

with rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes, you bid farewell to the swings, ready for your next escapade. hand in hand, you ventured toward the colorful playground. climbing structures, slides, and see-saws beckoned.

pan led the way, her saiyan strength evident in her swift movements. with grace and agility, she scaled the climbing wall, encouraging you to follow suit. you watched her navigate the monkey bars with ease, her laughter contagious. and when you struggled to maintain your balance on the wobbly bridge, pan extended a helping hand, guiding you across with unwavering support.

as the day progressed, your family stumbled upon a tranquil pond, its surface shimmering like a mirror. you marveled at the vibrant hues of the water lilies and watched as ducks glided gracefully across the glassy surface. pan's mischievous grin hinted at an idea that would bring joy to all of you—a game of skipping stones.

together, you searched for the perfect stones, feeling their smoothness against your fingertips. pan demonstrated her throwing technique, her stone gliding across the water's surface in a graceful dance.

"wow, pan! you're so good at this!" you exclaimed, impressed by her skills.

pan giggled, her eyes shining with delight. "thanks, y/n! It's all about finding the right stone and giving it a good flick!"

encouraged by her skill, you tried to mimic her actions, but the stone plunged into the water with a loud splash, sending ripples cascading outward.

videl chuckled, stepping closer to you. "don't worry, y/n! it takes some practice, but i'm sure you'll get the hang of it. keep trying!"

gohan nodded, a supportive smile on his face. "remember, every splash is a chance to learn and improve. don't be afraid to make a few big ones!"

you smiled gratefully at your parents, their encouragement bolstering your confidence. with their words in mind, you continued to try, each throw getting better and better.

as the sun started to dip below the horizon, casting hues of gold and pink across the sky, you and your family reluctantly got up from the grass. holding hands and with hearts full of cherished memories, you made your way back home, carrying the joy and laughter of this special day with you.

the bond between siblings and the love of your parents were the true treasures of the day, cementing a sense of belonging and creating memories that would last a lifetime. as you bid the park farewell, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the extraordinary family that filled your life with love, laughter, and endless adventures.

[carnal-lnstinct]

Incubus!Gohan/black female reader

INCUBUS!GOHAN X BLACK!READER

☆☆ Content: ( au, technically cambion!gohan since im implying he's half human, black reader, mild corruption, implied virginity loss ) ☆☆Warning: ( M / 18+. MINORS DNI. explicit language. mild dubcon. )

What happens when an incubus lays with a person for the first time? How natural should it feel to him, how prepared should he be for it? Should he have said I love you first? Question upon question whispered from the little conscious voice in his mind while the rest of him fell into temptation. Being half-human gives life to that wariness, but he can’t fight the nature of his true self. 

His heart is all out of rhythm, its harsh sound drowning out the little voice with flaring instances of pleasure coursing through his body. The world around him narrowed and all he could detect was the short, rough pants falling out of your mouth reminding him how present he was in a moment that felt like a dream.

The essence of your being is so acute to his senses it enslaves him when it should be the other way around. You seem so fragile by how undone you’ve become under the weight of your own desire. The cambion grieves for the person you are supposed to be, perhaps no longer can be when you’ve succumbed to his clumsy devilry. It’s his fault you are like this, hot in your face and wet between your legs. You straddled him so strongly and rode his lap with your hands on his chest when you were fully overtaken by his demonic influence. Knowing this gives him confidence however, a sensation he feared to fall into himself, suddenly swayed by your heat and friction enough to finally grab you by your winding waist after you were riding him for a while. He held you closer and you found his cock knocking deeper inside you. He was acclimated to your depraved high, overwhelmed by your unyielding momentum. He couldn’t help it when he finally came and a rush of heat made you tremble around him in response.

Finally wavering with a deep sound leaving your throat, but not stopping, only edged to your own orgasm that your body so desperately rocked for. 

The fact you didn’t trust him to begin with didn’t help the situation at all. The moment you saw through his glamor you called him out for what he is. As it stands, in what conscious part of you still remained, he had tricked you like the demon he was. He pretended to be some fumbling human, hiding among the other townsfolk just to manipulate you into this. Not that you could have known the truth that he was just as clumsy with his abilities as he appeared. Being born of a human and a devil of lust gave him more trouble than he needed in a world like this.

The humans he was raised around are easier to “manipulate” with his bright, pure visage and white lies, hiding his nature behind his manners to get him by in his adult years. But his demonic aura acted as if weaved by a spider, sensitive threads keen to anything close enough to trap in its wake, whether he wanted to or not. An inherent fixation on the way they smelled, the way light reflected their eyes or the subtle shifts in the sound of their heart working in their chest. It only took him a second and he could read the desires in their soul like a book. But he could also, indirectly, draw inklings of an attraction to the surface out of others. Amplifying it to ease the demon’s “hunt”, as pacified prey is always easier to feed on for any incubus. You were no exception. 

Even if he held nothing more than an acquainted or platonic intention, he can’t help it. He would normally flee to avoid embarrassing himself or another. As far as demon longevity goes, he is young enough to still desire being liked and accepted, even as just a mortal by those around him. However, a lack of control has always been his weakness, and a kind gesture his complete downfall. As much as he tried to restrain himself from his stronger nature, he couldn’t outrun himself forever. The way you of all people were magnetized to him certainly proved that.

As much as he doesn’t want you to jeopardize your life, Gohan finds himself invigorated by your encounter. After expending his seed and watching you keep going inspite of it, he wanted more. His hands molded to your brown round ass and quickened your pace, pulling you back and forth as his own hips moved in tow. Every plea for more pulsed more of that invasive power throughout your body, every sensitive nerve between your legs aching for another release.  And he can sense it, the “threads” vibrating around him tells you want to cum so bad along with your lustful sobs and hands unable to settle on one place of his body. 

Then there was a moment when your dark eyes found his, tears building in the corner from the intensity when you came again and your hands locked onto his exposed skin. Your tremulous warmth around his cock and your voice were irresistible. It’s like you were glowing with an aura of your own that sang to him. Just… perfect. It’s such a vivid display now burned into his soul. 

Is it now? Does he tell you “I love you” now or is it still too soon?

His father worshiped his human mother, more than any incubus should love a single being. It’s the only way the cambion knows how to express his feelings to another person in his sheltered upbringing. But Gohan also knows his words would ring of shallow affection. False promises uttered in the heat of the moment. No, something in your vibrations whispers for something else. Your desires tickled his senses and he just knew exactly what to do with you at the moment.

Heeding your unspoken wants, he lifts a hand to your face and captures your ombre lips for a kiss that earns him another weak sound from you. He felt your insides flutter around him in response and leaned forward to pin you beneath him to the floor. 

More. Your hands once again fumbled across the muscles of his body until you gripped his broad shoulders as he kissed you harder with your hips bouncing off his. His own legs props yours back enough that your feet dangle in the air above his lower back where his tail brushed against one of them before coiling your ankle.

Pure white bleeds through his black tresses and the color red flicks in his eyes until they take on their true color. But the sensations in your body are so intense you are blind to it. You are conscious enough to recognize the influence of his spell, but too aroused and too weak to be anything more than his puppet.

[thevelria]

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[witchofcustom]

Future Trunks x Reader x Future Gohan Fic

Summary: Gohan finds out that Trunks has a crush on his girlfriend. Not wanting his best friend to miss out on life, he decided to teach him a very important lesson.

CW: Threesome, dirty talking, spanking, breeding

Word Count: 1k

I was inspired by this fic written by one of my favorite authors, @actuallysaiyan! Please check out their work!

You had a steady relationship with Gohan for a while, however you were always worried about him. You watched him train with Trunks one day. However, Gohan could tell that something was off about Trunks. After you went home, he asked Trunks what was going on.

“I-I’m sorry Gohan… But I think that I love (Y/N)… I hope you can forgive me…!”

Gohan looked a bit troubled at first, but eventually smiled at his pupil.

“Don’t worry about it Trunks. We’ll figure something out. Meet me here tomorrow and we’ll discuss things.”

“O-Okay!”

A day passed, and you heard a knock at your door. Opening it up, you were met with your boyfriend and his best friend. You had talked with the two for a bit, but felt as if things were getting awkward. It was then that Gohan suddenly kissed you. He pulled away, leaving you in shock.

“You see Trunks, this is how you start. You have to make sure that she feels comfortable and ready for it. Now it’s your time to try.”

Gohan motioned to Trunks. He came over to you and pressed his soft lips onto your own. He was much more gentle when compared to Gohan. You could tell that he was inexperienced, but still having an inner darker side. He pulled away slowly, his face red from embarrassment.

You were in shock from this situation, but not opposed to it. But before you could say anything, Gohan began to play with your breasts, sucking on them through your shirt, eliciting a moan from you.

“See, Trunks? You want her to make cute noises like this.”

“Y-Yes! I understand!”

The two men then began to undress themselves. They were both so beautiful and sexy. While Gohan was much more mature and well toned, you could tell that Trunks didn’t skip training as well, as he also looked very strong. They then both freed their fully erect cocks from their underwear. Even though you had had sex with Gohan before, you can’t remember him ever being this excited. Trunks’ cock was slightly longer, but Gohan’s was nothing to scoff at. You began to crave them even more, getting onto your knees to begin sucking them off, switching between the two as you couldn’t get enough.

“Geez, I already knew you were a whore, but you really can’t get enough, can you?”

You were taken back. You never heard Gohan speak in such a way before. But it wasn’t like you were against it, as it only made you heat up more.

“G-Gohan… I think I’m about to cum…!”

“Alright Trunks, make sure that you cum inside of (Y/N)’s mouth. She’ll love it.”

Trunks moaned and did just that, releasing his semen into your mouth. You swallowed it without a second thought.

You thought that would be the end of things, but the sensation of you swallowing his cum only made Trunks get erect once more. Gohan chuckled, taking your clothes off and putting you onto the bed. You were worried about what was going to come next, but excited at the same time.

“Now, what you need to do next is insert your penis into her and begin thrusting, I’m sure you know that much, right?”

“Yes! I’ve never done it before though…”

“I’m sure you’ll do great. Everyone has a first time. (Y/N) also loves Saiyan cock, so she won’t complain at all. Now will you?”

You shook your head, completely speechless.

“While you take her in the back, I’ll take her in the front, does that sound okay?”

Trunks nods as he begins to play with your pussy. It is already thoroughly wet, but he wants to make more noises from you. He begins to rub your clit, occasionally licking it as well. He puts his fingers into your pussy, eliciting a loud moan. This gets him fully erect and ready once more.

“I’m glad that you remembered what I told you before about foreplay. You’re doing even better than I imagined you would.”

With that encouragement, Trunks suddenly thrusts himself into you, not giving you a moment to adjust to his length. Gohan follows, placing his manhood into your mouth.

“A-Ahh… (Y/N) is so tight!”

“I knew you’d enjoy it. She is great, isn’t she?”

“Y-Yes…! I could spend all day in her…!”

“Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves, you need to first focus on breeding.”

Trunks nods and begins to pick up the pace. You are taken over by pleasure as both men rapidly thrust inside of you. It was hard holding back your orgasm.

“Geez Gohan… She is already clenching down…”

“You are making her feel good but she’s greedy so she can’t hold herself back. In situations like this you’ll need to punish her. Try spanking her ass.”

Trunks is taken aback, but feels a darker desire to listen to what his master says, spanking you as punishment for being a whore. This makes you moan once more in both pain and pleasure. Trunks doesn’t think he can hold it in much longer. He decides to put what Gohan taught him to the test and begins to dirty talk to you.

“Are you about to cum? I know you are. Let’s cum together, okay?”

“Don’t forget, you need to make sure you cum inside of her. This is always what is most important.”

“O-Okay!”

Trunks then climaxes, unloading all of his cum into you. A few seconds later, both you and Gohan orgasm as well. You feel utterly exhausted, but in complete bliss as well. The two men enjoy themselves in your holes a bit longer before pulling out, letting the remaining bits of their cum stain your ass and face.

“You did a great job, Trunks.”

“Thank you so much!”

“I could get used to doing this with you. And I’m sure (Y/N) would as well, wouldn’t you?” Gohan says as he helps you back up.

You nod, being filled with excitement as to what the two would do to you again.

Everything went exactly as Gohan had planned.

[ato-catto]

Goku x fem reader

Old friends, new flames.

Implied smut/sensual/kissing/lust

You had been listing your shopping through your head and doing a few calculations when you suddenly hit something very warm and hard. Your basket flew out of your hand and the contents clattered to the ground, multiple vegetables and cans rolling in every direction.

Swearing under your breath and apologising to the person you crashed into, you began picking up the apples that had been sent rolling when a big strong hand covered yours, and you looked down, seeing a familiar shaped shadow of hair.

"Goku!?" Your eyes widened as your eyes flicked up to meet his big, friendly dark eyes.

He cocked his head. "Do I know you?"

Of course he would have forgotten you. Your days staying at Kame House were long behind you, having taken up residence in a busy village years before after you could no longer put up with Roshis ways.

"It's me, Y/N." You smiled. You couldn't have changed that much in a decade, surely?

You watched as the realisation dawned over his face, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "Oh! Y/N! I didn't even recognise you!"

You barely had recognised him in such casual clothing, the only obvious thing making him Goku was his wild wave of black hair that waved slightly in the breeze. His orange gi had been replaced by beige jeans with a matching jacket, a white vest adorning his muscular chest beneath. His jacket sleeves were rolled to his elbows and his hands were caked in dirt- he looked the perfect part of a farmer.

You had heard in passing from Bulma that he had taken up farming, and continued to do so after Chichi kicked him out.

Goku continued to help you pick up your groceries, gathering them into his burly arms.

"How've you been, Y/N?" He beamed, his smile all sunshine and rainbows. It was terribly infectious, making a smile grow on your lips too.

"I've been alright. I've decided to give up fighting and just live a quiet life here in the village."

He looked slightly dissapointed by that, but he quickly realised it wasn't his place to judge. You looked happy- and that's all that mattered.

You still looked as radiant as the days back at Kame House when you all lived together. You had filled out slightly, matured a little in the face- but it had all made you so much more pretty looking.

Once your basket was refilled, Goku and you chitchatted, catching up on the last decade or so of lost time.

When the talk turned to his family, the shine waited from his eyes. "Ah, yeah." He sighed, resting an arm against his tractor. "Chichi finally snapped after Gohan left to live with Videl. She needed me to be around more, and earn more zeni, but I couldn't balance those things with my training." He scratched the back of his neck with a near shameful look on his face.

You lay a sympathetic hand on his shoulder and gave him a comforting look.

"In sorry Goku. Perhaps she just doesn't understand you passion."

Truly, you have never really liked Chichi's treatment of Goku. You had been present when she coerced him into marriage, and nearby when she had berated him for training to save the planet. She had her good moments, and she was a very good housewife, but they was she spoke to him made your heart ache. He was so gentle, so soft, and a little behind the moment at times- he didn't deserve to be treated in any other way but loving and understanding.

He was not human.

He was never going to be a human man, nor behave like one.

Gokus eyes strayed away, telling you he didn't want apart of this conversation anymore. You saw him let his mind go blank before that infectious smile crept back onto his lips. "Want a ride home in the tractor?" He asked with a certain childish excitement that didn't quite fit his muscles.

You grinned, happy to have the twenty minute walk home taken off your back. You hopped into the tractor beside him, fitting snuggly between his thigh and the edge of the plastic seat. The tractor rumbled to life and Goku pushed it into gear. You clung to his arm, worried that the bumps in the dirt would bounce you off.

Now that you had a more hands on approach to his well toned figure, you realised just how cut he was.

The muscles under his jacket tensed when he turned the wheel and your cheeks raised pink.

He had grown stronger and taller since you last saw him, but he was still the same old Goku. You wondered quietly while peering up with him if he had surpassed super Saiyan. He had grown into manhood nicely, even fathering two sons, so perhaps he had also grown into his Saiyan heritage?

Your thoughts were cut off when he turned to meet your eyes, both of you staring at eachother in awkward silence as the tractor trundled along.

His eyes stared blankly into yours, blinking. You stared back, caught offguard by his handsome face.

"Uuh-" he pulled a comical face. You cracked a grin and snorted.

"Oh you're still as silly as ever, Goku." You elbowed him, making his confusion morph into amusement.

"You were the one starin' at me!" He protested, leaning back in the chair, letting the tractor continue down the lane.

"I was just thinking." You hummed, adjusting the basket in your lap.

"Thinkin' about what?" He tilted his head.

"How powerful you've gotten. Did you ever surpass super Saiyan?"

His eyes lit up at the thought of his all time favourite subject, and the fact that you were taking interest in it. "I sure did! Far beyond that, infact!" He pulled over the tractor and engaged the breaks. He hopped down to the dirt road and stepped a few paces back into the empty feild beside them.

"Watch!"

You indeed did watch as he began to roar, powering up into Super Saiyan- then... Super Saiyan again?

"Uh. So you're a super Saiyan? Well done?"

Goku, with now piercing blue eyes and golden hair chuckled darkly. His voice always seemed to drop a few octaves when he transformed. "No, this is Super Saiyan two."

You frown, interested, but confused. "It looks exactly the same."

He gave you a rather mischievous grin that made your heart flop unexpectedly. "Alright, what about this!"

Five minutes of watching him scream and his muscles tensing was enough to drive you to a very sudden conclusion.

You were attracted to the man. Your old friend and sparring partner was making you blush.

It was an odd revelation to have but it was quickly brushed aside by a browless rapunzel of a man.

Goku had transformed once again, the energy around him crackling dangerously. His hair was down to his ankles now, and his eyebrows had vanished into supposed thin air. You went wide eyed.

"Wow!" You gaped. "What do you call that form?"

Goku smirked, his voice gruff. "Super Saiyan Three."

You shut your mouth and the disbelief was replaced with amusement. "That... that's a very creative name-." You snorted. Goku pouted, and deformed entirely.

"I have another form-" he began.

"Save it for my place." You laughed, your ears ringing and skin prickling from the energy he had dispelled. He hopped right back into the tractor beside you like the power he had just displayed was nothing at all.

Once you had guided him to your home, he parked the tractor beside your front door and hopped down, offering you a hand which you took, gladly. Something about this gesture made you feel safer than usual. Your hands were tiny in his, and he felt strong beside you.

The man was a literal pillar of Hope. In many ways.

He had saved the earth more times than anyone knew. And perhaps you loved him for that.

Inviting him in for tea was a given, and he obliged with a cheery smile. He sat awkwardly at your dining table, the chairs being a little too delicate for his heavy frame.

"Would you like juice or tea?" You asked, setting your basket on the side and running the tap.

Goku adjusted himself in the chair, his jeans uncomfortably tight. They werent like his gi. They didn't give room for his legs or junk like the loose material did. "I'll have a tea please." He beamed over his shoulder but once he turned back his frown furrowed and he grunted at the annoyance of his tight jeans. He tried to stretch them out, popping a quick squat.

You turned in confusion when you heard a might RRRRIP. And Goku stood before you with a rip in his jeans, flashing blue and white stripy cotton boxers.

"Waaaaugh!" He cried, beginning to freak out. "My pants! I was tryna' stretch 'em!!"

You covered your mouth and stifled a laugh, your eyes wide. "Oh gosh, Goku. You've wrecked your jeans entirely."

He pouted. "I know-"

He tried his best to pull the edges back together, but without a needle and threat that wasn't going to do any good.

You suggested taking them off. You had some XXL tracksuit pants laying around (that you wore for comfort reasons- the baggier the better) which you offered to him.

"Gee, thanks." He beamed, undoing his belt and slipping them down over his muscular legs. You turned back to the sink, not needing your pounding heart to make itself evident on your face.

Tossing the shredded jeans aside, he took a long breath as if he could breathe again. He borrowed the grey joggers and slipped them on, now just in your pants and the tank top. He looked... gloriously casual.

Your eyes lingered on him a little longer than they should of when he came to the counter to collect his tea cup. The grey joggers curved around him in all the right places, leaving little to the imagination in the crotch department. You found yourself salivating, your imagination running wild as to what was underneath.

Goku had been watching you. Your eyes seemed to glaze over in thought as your cheeks turned pink. He wondered what you were thinking about.

His eyes locked on yours caught you offguard once again, snapping you out of your less than pure train of thought. "Oh! Sorry-" you glanced away.

"Is something on your mind?" He asked, leaning on the counter beside you, shadowing you in the wake of his tall physique. His eyes were gentle and curious, and his hair shadowed his face.

"Not really." You bluffed. "Just thinking about what I forgot at the market!"

Goku blinked. "I can go back and grab whatever you need?" He suggested.

"No, no! It's fine." You blurted, trying to find a reasons in your mind to complete your lie. "I can get them tomorrow-"

Goku frowned slightly and leant forward, his face getting extremely close to yours. "You're lyin'." He accused gently, searching your eyes. "Why would you be blushin' about some forgotten groceries?"

Uh oh. You were completely caught- even if he didn't know the true intent of your zoning out, he had the gist of it.

Playing dumb was your only way out.

"I was blushing? I must have gotten too much sun while I was outside."

Goku wasn't having it. He had sunburn before. It doesn't appear and dissapear at a moments notice.

He didn't exactly appreciate being lied to, but that didn't mean he couldn't try to mince the truth out of you sooner or later. Goku always had a knack for weeding things out of people. Even Vegeta, the Prince of all Brick Walls.

"You don't have to lie to me, Y/N." He pressed, caging you against the kitchen side between his arms. He gave you an intense look- which from your perspective somehow looked both slightly threatening and comical.

"I- I am not lying." You back up until your back is pressed hard against the kitchen counter.

Goku only pressed closer, his nose touching yours as his eyes tried to penetrate your soul. You couldn't breathe. He was so close you could feel his warm breath on your cheek.

Was this some form of intimidation? You wouldn't admit regardless..

"Goku- I-" Everything was too intense. The air about you both changed. You glanced down at his mouth and back up to his eyes, your gut stirring.

Goku, admittedly had been attracted to you since the moment you smacked into him in the village. And now he had put himself in a predicament where he was so close he could taste you. Now it was his turn to go red. His breath hitched when your eyes moved to his lips.

"Y/N-" he begun, but the words stuck in his throat.

When you woke up this morning you didn't expect your afternoon to turn into the Saiyan pushing his lips to yours in an almost desperate fashion, pulling you up to place you on the counter so he didn't have to crane down. His big hands cupped your face and his heart beat hard against his ribs.

Perhaps he was just desperate after the separation. Or maybe it was something that had laid dormant in his stomach over the last decade- but his kisses became desperate and something manifested in him that even you hadn't seen before.

The tender, funny, gentle man had turned into a whimpering, handsy mess. Beating your passion by tenfold; you were nervous but eager but the Saiyan was in full swing, palming your curves and battling his tongue against yours.

And winning.

"Sah-" he breathed as he pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting the two of you. You looked up at him, your eyes lidded, and cheeks warm.

"What was that for..?" You whisper, hands still balled in his vest against his chest.

Goku barely looks lucid, his eyes clouded over and lidded. "Huh-?"

He must've needed the female touch after being alone for so long, working the fields. All that testosterone must have worked its way up to his power-addled brain and made him desperate for attention.

You swipe your thumb over his bottom lip, wiping the saliva away. "Goku.. Snap out of it."

He blinks a few times, and he's back to normal, smiling and dusting himself off, moving back and away from you. "Ah, sorry! Don't know what came over me!"

You frown. "Uh.. its alright."

He scratched the back of his neck and giggles. "You tasted like donuts- Its made me kinda hungry!"

You had donuts for lunch, but that was besides the point. "Goku, you just made out with me. You don't do that for no reason."

He pressed his lips into a line. "It.. felt right in the moment. Its a mistake, I'm sorry." The joy in his eyes seemed to flicker away. "Was that a bad thing to do?"

It was a sin to do that to you and never do it again.

It left you wanting so much more, rooting your young adulthood crush from the pits if your stomach.

"Of course not. I liked it."

"Oh."

He had liked it too- it was evident from the way he still kept glancing at your lips and licking his own.

"Oh?" You pressed.

"I did too. I just kinda expected you to be mad at me, s'all."

You brushed a stray hair from his eyes. "I could never be mad at you, Goku."

He responded well to tender words, his pupils going wide and his mouth coming in for another, more calculated, kiss. He had grown used to angry women and playful yet hard slaps- this gentleness from you was new and enticing.

Your hands ghosted up his sides, resting your fingers in the hem of the joggers. Goku's hands held the back of your neck, stabilising your head while he probed your mouth with his ever curious tongue.

Your teeth found his bottom lip and gently nipped on it, making him mewl deeply, his eyes cracking open a slit to make contact with yours. His brows quirked into a sensual frown, biting you back with equal verve. His hands found the bend of your back, shifting you round and placing you flat against the wall of the kitchen. Resting one hand on the wall beside your head and the other playing with the hem of your cami, fingers sliding under the material and brushing against the skin of your stomach.

His mouth found your jaw, then neck, the shoulder, brushing the spaghetti strap put of the way so he had access to all your skin there. You tilted your head back until it thudded against the wall, blissed by the feeling of his lips and teeth on your skin.

Goku smelt of earth and grass before a rainstorm, a beautiful combination that suited him perfectly.

When he finally pulled away again, making you worried that he would distance himself for the second time, your fists clutching his vest.

He chuckled, ruffling your hair. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna walk away. I just wanted to ask you something." His eyes sparkled with something you couldn't quite read, but made it made your stomach flop about like a fish.

"Oh? What is it?"

His hands found your jaw and he tilts your face up.

"Can we take this to the bedroom?"

[pitchouna]

Hello if this is alr may I ask for a scenariowith goku where the s/o is sick? Tyt

Goku x Sick!Reader headcannons!!

Hiii your request is very cute!! I've decided to do it rn. Of course, for the sake of the scenario, senzu beans doesn't exists there. I hope you guys will enjoy this!! <33

Type : Fluff

Warnings: none

Words:2077

First of all, you do not want to get sick.

Why?

The house would be in a mess, Especially if youe sickness last for long. Plus you don't want your husband to be sad don't you?

But no worries! There won't be just inconvenients.

Right...?

You hope so.

Today you woke up way later than usual. You knew before watching the clock, as you could feel the warmth of the sunlight. You usually woke up around 9 or 10am. But when you watched the clock it was 2PM. Your throat hurts so much, and so does your head. Your husband wasn't home. He's probably around training with Vegeta or saving the world. You didn't wqnt to worry Goten, since he's having a sleepover at the Brief's. And Gohan was minding his own business with Videl and studies. So you could only count on yourself for now. You tried to get up, but miserably failed. Ad even your legs decided to give you up today. That's when you realized, that you fell sick. When I mean sick, I mean badly sick. Hopefully you did not get hurt when you fell since the carpet protected you. You remember buying it because Goku used to often fall of the bed while slepping. Reminding this made you smile. But not for long since your headache just got worse. You've tried to at least get on the bed because even if the carpet was confortable, you were starting to get cold. Yet hot at the same time. But that's how being sick works I guess. You managed to at least get on the bed, earning a sigh of relief. You've closed your eyes waiting for the pain to go away.

That didn't last long as you heard a Saiyan spawning in your room. You've weakly opened your eyes, and seeing a worried Goku. He looked so cute like this. Goku approached you, taking your hands gently, showing genuine concern and love towards you. He bent down to your level, to be able to have an eye to eye level of communication. "Are you alright? What's wrong?" He spoke in a concerned and soft tone of voice. "I think I've got sick.." You've replied weakly as Goku put a hand on your forehead. Upon examining her further, Goku felt the presence of a fever, your body temp rising. Yoir skin hot to the touch. He frowned and looked down. "Uhm.... How to take care of a sick person?.." He mumbled to himself, but you've clearly heard it. You want to face-palm yourself right now, but it'd be very very dumb of you. "There's a diary I have on my desk that gives tips about what to dos when someone gets sick." You've explained him so he could actually take care of you. This is a diary you originally wrote when you've learned that Gohan would be born, so you would know how to properly take care of your child. After hearing this Goku immediately headed towards your desk looking for the specific diary. "Woahhh!! Y/n I'll never get used to how smart you are!! This is amazing I'll be able to help you now!!" Goku reads the diary giving tips, and even easy recipies that could help healing.

He was so invested he decided to wear the hello kitty apron you usually wear when you're cooking. He looked so cute it just made you blush even more. Which made Goku panic even more since he thought your condition was worse. "Wahhhh!! Hold on Y/n!! I promise I'll heal you!!" He yelled as he rushed downed stairs the diary in his hands. You just decided to close your eyes, as a little smile made it's way onto your face at his clumsiness and cuteness. Your heard him starting to cut something that were probably herbs, and boiling water. He's probably making the tea recipe with a drop of honey you've written. That is always working against a cold. At least it did for Gohan and Goten. You could feel a sweet scent of honey, with what seemed like mint in the air. It relaxed you so much that you didn't even feel the Saiyan's presence in the room. "Y/n!! I've finished making the tea you needed!!" Goku said which startled you. He had a big goofy smile and was very proud of him. It was the cutest of all. He positioned you in a sitting position, and handled you the cup of tea. "Be careful it's pretty hot!" He said with a loving voice that made your health melt. He was so excited to see your reaction that he got really close to your face like a little puppy. You've sipped the tea and immediately spit on him.

"Hey!! What was that for?!" Goku yelped as his face burns due to the tea. "Go take a wet towel at the bathroom you dumbass! Quick !!" Goku heard the worry in your voice so he did as you told, and went to the bathroom to relieve the pain. He come back to your shared bedroom with what seemed a wet towel for you. "I've seen in your book that using a wet towel can help so there it is!!" Goku spoke gently placing the wet towel and hour forehead. You smiled. "Thank you Goku. It means a lot to me." Goku only chuckled scratching his nose. A tic he often does you've noticed. "By the way Y/n... Why did you spit out the tea I've made?" Goku asked rising a eyebrow. "Well...... Why did you put in that tea Goku?" you've asked him. "Oh! I've boiled water, I've cut some mint and some valerianand some lavender, and then when I put it all in the water I've added the drop of honey just like the diary said!!" Goku said sheepishly making you frown. (for those who do not know, valerian is a flower that can be used against colds.) "Maybe the herbs have expired?.." You've mumbled to yourself. Since he has done the exact recipe you've done. They was the only thing that could have messed up the tea. "Oh! And I've added 5 cubes of sugar because I was worried it'd have no taste!!" You were dumbfounded. The way your face dropped, made Goku wonder if something was wrong. "Did it got worse Y/n?" He asked the hint of worry obvious that made you on the point to forget his miserably failure. "Goku take the cup of tea in the kitchen and taste the tea." Goku was confused but only nodded. "Alright I'll be back Y/n!!" He went downstairs with the cup of tea and mumbled. "Why does Y/n wanted me to taste it??" He mumbled. In the kitchen, he sipped the tea and immediately spit it out too. "Wahhhh!! It's way too sweet!!" You've heard the Saiyan scream and smiled. You've expected him to come back directly after but he didn't, so you've waited for him with closed eyes.

When you've heard footsepts in your room you opened your eyes and saw the Saiyan with a new cup of tea. "Hehe... The last one was horrible so I've made a new one following the exact recipe...!" Goku said handing you the new cup of tea, and watching you intensely waiting for the verdict. You've sighed and took a sip, it was perfectly sweet. "Hmmhh! It's perfect! Thank you Goku!!" You've exclaimed as a big smile made it's way onto Goku's face. "Wohoo!! I'm glad you like it!!" You then handed Goku the cup of tea so he can taste it so he sees that he didn't need to add sugar. "Here try it." He immediately accepted the offer and took a sip. "Wahh!! This is super sweet! I love it!" Goku said giving it back to you. If you weren't dick he would have drank all of it but you needed it most. "Hehe of course, I've created this recipe on purpose, it always worked and is sweet. The perfect combination!!" You've said proudly. To be fair, you struggled so hard finding this recipe in the past, trying so many different ingredients just to be sure your future children with Goku would take it easily and it always worked. "You did amazing Y/n! It's a very nice one I'll definitely drink it more often!!" You smiled, his words melting you. You did not told him but you also created many recipes for the muscles. To help him becoming stronger, but you forgot about it in the past due to your children getting less and less sick, so you've completely forgot the diary until today. You'll tell him another time though. You wanted to rest right. "Now Y/n, you need some rest. Sleep and leave me the rest!!" Goku kissed your cheek and changed the towel on your forehead as he left the bedroom closing the door. You fell asleep rather quickly, thanks to help of your clumsy husband.

Speaking about clumsy, he was in the living room, watching tutorials on YouTube about how to fold clothes, since the house was a big mess. He was so invested it looked like the universe would blast if he wasn't doing it right. He even sorted them! After tidying the clothes, he took the vacuum, and sucked up the dust all around the house. Only downstairs though, since he did not want to wake you up. After he finished, he took a break and lied and the couch. Sighing, he wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Phew!! Who could have thought cleaning the house would be so tiring? I really should help Y/n more..." He felt guilty. You two have been marred for a very long time yet he barely helped you out for cleaning. Thinking this only made him wanting to continue. He got up and watched a tutorial about how to wash the dishes, and to wash the clothes, how to dry the clothes, when he finished all do it he was way more sweaty than when he was training making him think. "Oh! Maybe cleaning will make me stronger too!" Goku exclaimed to himself. But before doing anything else he looked at the clock and saw he took 2 great hours doing the cleaning. He went Upstairs, softly opened the bedroom, made his way towards you, kissed your cheek, and changed the towel over your head. After doing that he couldn't help but kiss your cheek one more, enjoyed the sweet moment even if you were sound asleep. "Y/n sure does look better now. I'll still let her rest more. But what should I do waiting for her?.. Oh I know!!" Goku made his way in the kitchen unaware of you waking up. You've yawned like a big fat cat and rubber your eyes. You felt way better, your head hurts a little bit but not your throat, and as you tried to get up you did not fall this time, which made you happy. You smelt a weird scent downstairs so you made your ways towards it, and it lead you to the kitchen. When you entered the kitchen, the frying pan exploded, making you and Goku have a black face. Goku noticed your presence as he laughed akwardly. "Hehe..Hehe.... He... Hey there N/n... When did you woke up do you feel better?.." He asked really wanting to know, but also using this as an excuse to not get killed. "Oh don't call me N/n you're a dead man!!" Goku yelped when he heard you saying that and started running away. You chased after him of course and when you managed to hold his shirt successfully stopping him, you triped. Miserably. "Woah Y/n! Be careful!!" He scolded you for the first time ever. He carried you on put you on the bed. As you pouted wanting to demolish that man. "Leave the rest to me alright?? I promise to clean my mess!!" Goku said as he smiled and made his way downstairs again as you closed your eyes.

Maybe you will kill him another day.

I think that was the one shot I've enjoyed writing the most now!! It was so cute and so fun to make!! So I hope you guys will enjoy this as much as I did!!

Take care love y'all <33

[dessertpanda]

PART 2 to my Goku x Reader Series ❤️

“An Invitation to Bulma's Birthday?” Y/N asked, as Goku read the letter out loud. “Yeah, Gohan brought it when we were training” Y/N was currently helping the boys with their math homework, explaining how angles work. “Interesting… Should we go?” She was unsure, which made sense since they’ve been basically blacklisted from that group for a good while now. “Can we Y/N? Pretty Please??” Goten was looking at her with hopeful eyes, puppy dog eyes if you will. “Me and Goku will talk about it, see what the best plan of action is” She looked to Goku for a little back up but it seemed he was lost in his own world. “Should we really go though? I mean, what if another fight breaks out?” Trunks asked while heading towards the kitchen. “True, but Goten it’s been awhile since you’ve seen your mom right?” Y/N returned her attention to him. “Y-yeah it has been, I’m still scared to be around her alone” He confessed, slightly embarrassed at his cowardliness. “Then it’s settled” Y/N looked towards Goku whose eyes were blown wide surprise that she changed her mind so fast.. “W-wait, we haven’t even talked about it” He argued unsure if this was smart or not. “Goku look, it’s been forever since Goten has seen his Mom, and he needs her” She gently grabbed Goku's arm so they could talk in another room. “But he has you, he calls you mama sometimes” Goku emphasized on Goten calling her Mom. “Sometimes like when he’s exhausted or just had a bad dream, he’s only looking for comfort” Y/N sighed shaking her head “Look, I know how hard it is to have a bad relationship with you parents, Obviously” Goku brought her into a hug of comfort, ever since the incident she been a little more sensitive about her parental situation. “I don’t want that for him, and if the best way for him to talk to her is with us around, then we have to bite the bullet” She pulled away from Goku taking his face into her hands. She could tell how uneasy he was about even the thought of seeing Chi-Chi again and Bulma to add to it. “Okay, as long as you’re there to keep me grounded I think, I think I can manage” He took a deep breath and grabbed her hand in his. Y/N has been noticing that little soft moments like these have been happening more and more recently. It scared her but at the same time gave her a little bit of hope that he might feel the same for her. “Okay,” She pulled away, heading back to the boys. She grabbed the invitation off the coffee table and read it out loud. “It says" You are invited to Bulma's Birthday Cruise, Location City Doc, be there by 12:00 pm, August 14, Dress is casual formal, RSVP by August 5. Hope to party with you” Y/N finished looking up at the faces of them all. “So, how do we RSVP?” Trunks asked, ignoring the fact that they have to RSVP today. “Umm Goku when did you get this?” Y/N asked, “Gohan gave it to me yesterday” “Ugh, They obviously don’t want us there” Trunks groaned “They gave it late in hopes that we wouldn’t be able to attend” He said pointing out that very obvious fact. “How are we going to RSVP? None of us has even talked to them in months' ' Goten was confused on how exactly they were supposed to do this. “And I don’t train again with Gohan till next week” Goku said with his hand on his chin “What about farther? Train with him today?” Trunks asked, “No, I trained with him yesterday as well” “Ugh, I have an idea but I really don’t want to” Y/N groaned and started to walk towards her bedroom. The boys sat patiently waiting for her return, intrigued as to what the plan was. “Call Old Man” The sound of ringing took over the living room as she returned. She took a seat next to Goku, laid her head on his shoulder and set the phones on speaker. “What the hell do you want?” A gruff voice whispered from the other side. “H-hey dad, It’s Y/N” She said calmly “Yes, I’m aware, Like I said what the hell do you want?” You could hear his thin patients through the phone. “Well. we’re calling to RSVP for the party” Y/N said gaining a little confidence as Trunks took her hand.

“WHAT” two other voices were now introduced to the call. “Chi-chi and Bulma?” Goku mouthed to her. She responded with a head shake “Yeah, there will be 4 of us, Me, Goku, Trunks, and Goten” She said smiling at the boys. “Um Yeah of course I’ll make sure to write your names down on the guest list” Vegeta said, “Perfect, I’ll see you then” She was about to hang up “Y/N wait” Vegeta called before she could hit the red button. “I’m assuming I’m on speaker, take it off but pull Kakarot so he can also hear this” They could hear shuffling on his side, as if he was moving rooms. Y/N followed in instructions, and pulled Goku right next to her face so he could hear through the phone. “Listen carefully, I want to talk to you about something when you get here, just us 3 I owe you an explanation and an apology” This surprised the Duo, “Also Chi-Chi, she’s umm what the Earth word.. She’s become a ?” He questioned his wording. Y/N tried her best to surpass the giggle. “At the party, I warn you two she is going to do all her power to make Kakarot jealous… She really hates you and Goku so just know.” There was silence for a moment. “ I just wanted to warn you so she doesn't ruin whatever that two of you have together, Okay” Now that surprised both of them. “VEGETA GET IN HERE” Bulma's voice boomed “I'M COMING WOMEN” He yelled back just as loud. “Okay, I’ll see you later” He said before hanging up. Both were too stunned to speak, finding out that Vegeta thought they were dating? “So I guess to them we are a thing?” Goku asked “Y-yeah, I’m sorry about his warning” She felt bad, as if Chi-Chi could betray him anymore. He sat still for a moment until he jumped up “Let’s do it!” Goku suddenly had this determined look on his face. “What exactly are we doing?” Y/n was definitely lost “She’s trying to make me jealous, lets fake date, so then she’ll think to back off” Y/N couldn't help but roll her eyes. “Where did you get an idea like that?” “A movie,” Goku admitted. “Please, It could be really fun, Plus we can get the boys to play along, Think of how badly they hurt us” He was now giving puppy dog eyes, practically on his hands and knees. “Never took you for the revenge type, but I don’t know” She was conflicted, sure it would be fun and hilarious to mess with them but would it hurt her even more after it was all done. “Fine, let's ask the boys” She caved.His stupid puppy eyes were just as good as Gotens “If they agree then we will be the “Perfect” family” She gave a small smile, giggling at the mischief they would be doing. “YES” Goku was exhilarated that she agreed. “Boys, we’ve been thinking” Y/N looked to Goku to finish “Would you guys like to go to the party?” Goku was secretly  praying they would say yes “HELL YEAH” They yelled simultaneously. “Okay so it’s a yes but we need to get some more formal clothes, other than training” Y/N said grabbing her coat so they could leave now. “But Y/NNN  I don’t want toooooo” They wined and moaned. “Last I checked None of you even have polos, plus it will be fun and we can go eat after” she tried bribing them. “FOOD?/FUN?” Goku was excited for the food while the boys were happy to hear fun. “Yep, get dressed, let's go now” She sent the boys to get dressed and waited outside for them.

+Mini time skip+

The boys shopping was relatively easy considering Trunks wanted a Pink Polo, Goten got a green polo as to be opposite of Trunks and Goku decided to wait till Y/N got her dress so they could go matching. "Okay Boys seems like you two are set now we just gotta get my dress" Y/N smiled while paying for the boys shirts. They wondered the mall for a little seeing if a store was to catch their eyes. "Oh Y/N what about this one?" Goku pointed to a store with lots of fancy and formal dresses at the window. "OHHH this looks perfect" Y/N quickly rushed into the store. "Hello there and welcome to Arias formal dress shop, Would you like me to set up a room and help with your outfits?" The store lady asked. Goku and the boys followed in soon after. "Oh a family trip, how lovely" The little shop lady clapped her hands "I'll get a room ready Right away" she then rushed to show Y/N her room and pick out of dresses she thought would looking good on her. "You boys sit here and your mamma will come out to show them" The man they assumed to be the shop keepers husband, handed waters and pointed to a couch in front of a makeshift runway. "Oh, so cool" They thanked the man for the drinks and took their respective seats on the couch. A few minutes had passed when the shop lady came out from the dressing room door. "We present the first dress" She did little jazz hands as Y/N stepped out in a deep blue dress, that had little stars on it. "Oh wow Y/N that looks amazing" Trunks smirked at the beauty of his sister. "I like it" Goten added smiling brightly at her. Goku got up and did a small walk around with his hand on his chin. "I uh sorry Y/N but that color just" Y/N frowned at his comment. "It looks great on you but doesn't it kinda remind you of Vegeta?" he asked shaking his head. A look of realization spread across her face. "Oh i guess so yeah, Okay lets try to stay away from the Blues?" Y/N took his comment to heart and asked the Shop keeper to continue their search. To which she happily agreed to. The next dress was a dark Green, with a little lace on it. "No, not my favorite" Trunks was quick to turn that one down much to Goten displease. "I personally liked that one" He muttered. But non the less Y/N went to try on the next one. This dress was pink and had little white hearts on it. "You look like that mouse character" Goten stated. "NO WAY THAT ONE LOOKS AMAZING" Trunks argued. "HEY YOU WOULDN'T LET HER MATCH WITH ME SO SHE CAN'T MATCH WITH YOU" Goten yelled back.  "Hey" Goku hollered sternly, "What have I said about fighting?" He looked down at the two. "Only do it with our fist not our words" They said looking down but then glaring at each other. "Right, but settle that later" Y/N said with her hands on her hips. "Yes ma'am"

After another hour of trying on dresses non of the boys could agree on one. "Okay this is the last dress" The shop keeper said, her hair out of place and breath slightly heavy. Y/n walked out in a deep red dress that complement all her curves and had slight glitter scattered on it. "You look" The young boys stared "Perfect" Goku was quick to finish, getting up to stand next to her. "This one, this is the dress" He said making her do a spin. "YEAH IT'S PERFECT" Trunks got up and flew around his sister admiring the dress. "Yeah Y/N this is the best one" Goten followed after Trunks. "So this is it?" Y/N Asked looking at herself in the mirror running her hands over her curves. "Yes, this is it" Goku said smiling at her through the reflection.  "Alright let's get checked out and head home" Goku said before the Shop lady stopped him. "WAIT, I have a matching dress shirt for your husband here" she said handing Y/N a shirt that matched the dress exactly. "Oh, perfect now we have everything we need for the party" Goku said quickly trying on the shirt to make sure it fits. "Yep and we match, how cool" Y/N giggle hooking her arm around Gokus. "And for such a lovely family, I'll give you a discount" The man checking them out smiled brightly. "Oh thank you so much" Y/N bowed.

"BYE THANK YOU" The small fake perfect family walked out the store and out the mall to head home. One they arrived at home they put their party outfits away and Y/N began to cook dinner. As their night came to a close, Goku was starting to like acting like a family again. Specifically with Y/N who fit into the roll perfectly. He looked up into the bathroom mirror and smiled seeing Her things spread about her side of the counter. He gently picked up her perfume and took a deep whiff of it. He found it intoxicating but he didn't know what these feeling where exactly. "a-am I falling in love with my best friends daughter?" He asked quickly looking up at the mirror again to stare at his reflection as if the answer was awaiting him there.  He chuckled before setting the bottle down, "I guess I am, but this is nothing like Chi Chi" He smiled and began walking out to the front room where she where waiting for him. As he walked in he smiled at Y/N and the boys "Because this is real" he muttered under his breath. "What was that Goku?" Y/N asked glancing up at him. "mm Oh he-he nothing, just remembered I forgot to grab jeans" He giggled, scratching the back of his head. "Oh, thats okay I can just order you some" Y/N smiled, opening her arms so Goku could lay with her. He set his head on her lap and smiled looking up at her. "I love you Y/N" He said. Y/N heart flutter, this time was different that all others, the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice. 'He really does' Y/N thought a blush and butterfly forming. For once since they began living together Y/N knew she could return those words and they would have the same meaning as his. "I love you too Goku". To this Goku smiled brightly up at her.

HOPE YOU LIKE IT, :) HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT,DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hi how are you doing could I request a DBZ x toddler Kirby reader please , maybe the reader comes from space and is a know species of alien, they got on a spaceship by mistake and crash in front of bulmas house, how would the z warriors react to a adorable blob pink alien with a vacuum for huge appetite?

-Bulma didn’t know what to make of you, when you crash landed in her backyard, alerting not only her but the Z-Fighters as well, of a possible unknown threat, as the past few aliens that crashed down to earth haven’t been friendly, at least at first.

-Your ship was small, telling them whatever was inside was small and when the hatch opened and you rolled out, your eyes like swirls as you were dizzy, everyone froze, seeing how tiny, round, and pink you were!

-Bulma thought you were adorable, poking your cheek once you were more coherent and you called up happily in greeting, “Poyo!” and instantly everyone relaxed, seeing that you weren’t a threat.

-Vegeta was a bit grumpy, as he was hoping for someone strong to fight against that wasn’t Goku, while Goku and Gohan were poking your round body with Bulma, making you giggle as they all thought you were cute!

-Goku, somehow, figured out that your name was Y/N, and nobody could bring themselves to question it, as they were worried they wouldn’t be able to understand it.

-After bringing your ship, which was now completely toast, inside, Bulma ordered food for everyone and Goku and Gohan cheered- you weren’t sure why they were cheering but you cheered too, which made Bulma collapse, thinking you were so adorable.

-To the shock of everyone, you were a very big eater, being able to inhale a whole plate of fried chicken, bones and all, with a powerful inhalation ability.

-Most, Goku, Bulma, Gohan, and Vegeta, were able to brush it off pretty easily, as they were all used to being big eaters or being around big eaters, while Krillin, Yamcha, Master Roshi, Chichi, and Tien were all thrown off by it.

-After the meal Vegeta wanted to work it off with a battle and you watched in amazement when both Goku and Vegeta went Super Saiyan, their hair turning golden and spiky and you cheered out, “Poyo!” before you opened your mouth, sucking in and everyone panicked as you inhaled Goku, swallowing him whole.

-What looked exactly like Goku’s hair appeared on your head before you cried out like you were screaming, powering up as energy surrounded you and everyone froze as you went Super Saiyan, as you wanted to do it too.

-After jumping around and playing with Vegeta, who found you difficult as you were small and quite agile, you spat Goku back out, who was completely fine but confused, “What just happened?” they all pointed at you as you called out happily again.

-It seems like the Z-Fighters gained another oddball in their ranks.

[softlymellow]

stay with me -- F.G

pairing: Future Gohan x reader (Dragon Ball Z)

word count: 541

warnings: angst ;(

summary: Reader cries to Gohan and begs for him to stay with her.

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“Gohan…” You whispered, your mouth resting against his bicep. 

“Mhm?” He hummed. Even in the night, the only thing that lit his room was the moon, yet his eyes still glimmered and shone as they fell upon you. 

Your head rested against his shoulder as you both sat on his bed, both of your backs against the wall and facing the window. 

“Please don’t leave me.” Mumbling quietly, you began to fidget with the hem of your shirt. 

Gohan’s eyebrows furrowed as he watched you bite your lips and the way you avoided his gaze. 

“What do you mean, Y/n?” You have had these talks before with Gohan but watching you say raw words such as those created a different atmosphere that Gohan wasn’t used to. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to say anymore, even just the thought of Gohan leaving you alone brought you to tears. The rest of the Z fighters were gone, it was just Gohan, Trunks and you. You had lost your little brother to the androids but Gohan was there for you at your lowest. You needed him with you. You wanted him to live. 

“Y/n?” 

“Promise me, Gohan. Promise me that you’ll stay.”

“Y/n, I’m not going anywhere.” He said, moving the one arm he still had to gently caress your hair. 

“I don’t care Gohan if the androids still exist, I just don’t want you to die.” You finally felt tears rolling down your face as you felt yourself release a burden you and Gohan didn’t know you were carrying. 

“I just want you, me, Trunks, Bulma and Chi Chi to be okay. That’s all I want, Gohan.” You gripped his shirt, a sob made its way through you, tears splattering down onto your clothes and onto Gohan's bed. 

“Hey, hey, Y/n.” He frantically began to wipe the tears from your face. Gohan then closed his arm around your head so that you were pulled into his chest. He kissed your head as your cries were stifled by his figure, his lips remaining on your head for a few seconds. 

“I’m right here, shhh.” Gohan was unsure what to say. His father never taught him this, taught him how to lie about something that could be unpreventable. He wants to promise to you, he wants to just as badly as you want him to. But he can’t. He can’t because he knows he’s not strong enough to defeat the androids on his own. So all Gohan could do is rock you slowly until you fell asleep. 

“I love you, Y/n. You matter so much to me and I’ll protect you till the end.” Gohan took his arm away from you so that he could gently place his fingers under your chin, bringing your lips towards his as you softly kiss. 

And for a moment, you could forget about all of your worries. For a moment the androids didn’t exist. For a moment it was just you and Gohan, against all odds, against the world. 

Inching away from Gohan so that your lips just ghost over each other, you whisper back to him, “I love you too.”

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a/n: i really really want to write a big dbz fanfic series either consisting of future gohan, gohan or trunks sooo pleaseee if you have any ideas or suggestions hmu in my dms so i can start to get smthing going !!

i also want to write more dbz cuz im going thru a phase so request please hehe

[ao3feed-gochi]

Like the sinner I am:Yandere Dbs x female!Adopted!Reader

by Spookydarling

Zamasu had a sister who was a mortal as he was a sayian but they were never closed because of the fact Zamasu thought he was a sinner. She left to universe 7 as Bulma's new sister just so she can be safe. When Y/N is forced to meet a god,her safety is completely ruined as it becomes hell as it makes obsession happen everyone

Words: 1692, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dragon Ball

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Dyspo (Dragon Ball), Jiren (Dragon Ball), Beerus (Dragon Ball), Whis (Dragon Ball), Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Bulma Briefs, Son Goku (Dragon Ball), Son Gohan, Son Goten, Son Pan, Chi-Chi (Dragon Ball), Piccolo (Dragon Ball), Zamasu (Dragon Ball), Other Character Tags to Be Added, Zeno (Dragon Ball)

Relationships: Zamasu (Dragon Ball) & Reader, Piccolo (Dragon Ball)/Reader, Hit (Dragon Ball)/Reader, Chi-Chi/Son Goku (Dragon Ball), Son Goku (Dragon Ball)/Reader, Chi-Chi (Dragon Ball)/Reader, Bulma Briefs/Vegeta, Vegeta (Dragon Ball)/Reader, Bulma Briefs/Reader, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Son Goten & Reader, Son Gohan & Reader, Whis (Dragon Ball) & Reader, Beerus (Dragon Ball) & Reader, Dyspo (Dragon Ball)/Reader, Reader/Everyone, Reader & Everyone, Jiren (Dragon Ball)/Reader, son Pan & reader, Zeno (Dragon Ball) & Reader

Additional Tags: reader is female, Reader has a child, Yandere, Unhealthy Relationships, Obsession, Obsessive Behavior, Attempted Murder, Brutal Murder, Reader has self harmed, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Self Harm, Reader’s adopted, Adopted Children, Fights, Fist Fights

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/46406599

[actuallysaiyan]

YAAAAAAAY you’re back! 😃

May I please request headcanons for Gohan, Goten, and Trunks reacting to their female singer S/O performing on stage with a male singer that they have a ton of chemistry with?

warnings: smut, oral sex(male receiving), spanking, jealousy, unprotected sex, possessiveness pairings: Son Gohan x Fem!Singer!Reader, Son Goten x Fem!Singer!Reader and Trunks x Fem!Singer!Reader

smut under the cut

Gohan

Look, he’s so insanely proud of you. You’ve come such a long way in your career. He loves watching you on the stage as well. He’s your biggest supporter.

He also understands that at times, you may look like you’re getting really close to fans or other performers, but he knows it’s just all an act.

Until that night, when he sees you practically grinding up against the guest performer. His blood begins to boil. This isn’t what you two agreed upon.

He’ll watch the performance, not wanting to cause a scene. But just know that things will go south when you get home. He’s got no patience for this kind of shit.

Once you’re done with your concert, he grabs you by the wrist and tells you there’s an emergency at home. You truly believe him somehow so you go along with it.

“You think this is funny?” he asks, his voice strangely calm. When you two get home, he’s pinning you to the wall. Your wrists are above your head and he’s kissing you so hungrily.

If you try to protest and argue, things will only get worse. He will pull your panties off, tug your dress up over your hips and he’s going to spank you until you’re crying.

“It’s not funny, babygirl. I warned you, I didn’t want to see you with another performer so close like that.” He says as his big hand soothes over your red ass. “Don’t forget it.”

Goten

More jealous than his older brother. Definitely is the type to keep a hand or his arm wrapped around you during afterparties and things like that. Wants everyone to know you belong to him and only him.

Probably spies on you from time to time, but he’s so goofy and sweet on the outside, he’s always got some sort of excuse for this behavior. And you believe it.

The night that you decide to dance so close and grind on the guest performer, he’s so jealous. He’s fuming and ready to pull you off stage.

He doesn’t let you have an encore. The minute you come backstage after your performance, he’s taking you away from everyone. The crowd is disappointed but he doesn’t care.

Goten is going to be fucking you in the backseat of the car while your driver drives you home. He’s feral and angry, leaving lots of marks on you.

“Fuck…do you have any idea how much that kind of shit pisses me off?” He asks, pressing his face in the crook of your neck while he fucks into you hard and deep.

You can barely think straight, clinging to him to keep yourself grounded as his cock rams into you over and over, bullying your sweet spot and cervix.

He’ll have you stuffed full of cum, disheveled. If there are paparazzi outside your apartment when you get home, he’ll proudly parade you around so that they get the pictures of you full of Goten’s cum and you look like you got your world rocked.

Trunks

He’s a jealous man, but it’s a bit different than Goten. He’ll be possessive at times, but he can also be a bit more reserved and watch you from afar. He saw first hand what jealousy does when it comes to his parents, so he’s got different tactics.

He’s got connections, so he always has tabs on you. He makes sure you’re okay, even when he can’t be with you on every part of every tour.

When you excitedly tell him you’re touring with one of your favorite performers, he’s a bit wary of this. But like a good boyfriend, he is excited and he supports your decision.

The only problem is that he is not happy with the chemistry you have with this performer. He wasn’t expecting this at all. He keeps a close eye on this man.

Then one night, you’re grinding and dancing with the performer, and Trunks grows so angry. His blood is boiling, he’s so close to going Super Saiyan. How could you do this to him?

The minute you’re done with your concert and you’re done with the meet and greets, Trunks has his hand on your shoulder and he’s guiding you towards the limo that’s waiting outside.

“Wait, there’s an afterparty!” you try to coax him, but he’s not hearing any of it. He has you in the limo with ease and you’re seated on his lap.

“What the fuck was that, princess?” He asks, tugging on your hair to make you look into his eyes. “Do I need to punish you?” But you already know he’s going to for the stunt you just pulled.

Trunks has you gagging and choking on his cock, watching as you try to catch your breath. Just know that if you pull that shit on him again, the consequences will be worse.

[deadolloading]

Solicitudes

Presentación de mi perfil, lo que escribo, reglas.

¡Hola pequeña personita! Me presento, soy deadolloading aún que pueden decirme Joven D, Doll, Dolly o como gustes. Mis pronombres son She/Her/Him, ¡Pero puedes decirme como sea!

Mi blog es totalmente en contenido en español, esto es debido a que no se mucho de inglés y hasta que no lo aprenda en su totalidad, no haré contenido en inglés.

El contenido de mi perfil apunta específicamente a todo lo relacionado con fanfics, pequeños escritos míos, etc. Igualmente los fanfics van del famoso Character x Reader o como el famoso Character x T/N.

Personas de cualquier edad, genero, creencia o nacionalidad ¡Es completamente bienvenido! Ya que mi contenido va para todo público ya que me incomoda escribir cualquier cosa NSFW, por lo que todo mi contenido es SFW, en caso de ser lo contrario se pide que no interactúen con esa publicación.

Requests are open!

Lea esto antes de solicitar cualquier fanfic, headcanon y esas cosas (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

Nota: A veces no puedo publicar mucho debido a lo ocupado que suelo estar.

Soy muy imaginativo con headcanons, escenarios/drabbles y es posible que veas mucho de eso en mi perfil, pero nada de fanfics o one-shots y tendrás que esperar mucho tiempo para que haga uno.

Por favor, no envíe hagas spam de solicitudes porque en esos caso no lo haré.

Si no publico un post muy largo, puede ser porque no tengo mucha imaginación en ese momento, disculpas de antemano.

¡El inglés no es mi primer idioma! Así que lo siento mucho por lo que solo escribiré en español.

Cuando pida algo en mi bandeja, por favor dame detalles de lo que quieres, como una parte específica que desea que agregue, qué personaje, género del lector, etc.

Solo puede escribir de 2 a 3 personajes a la vez.

Quiero que este lugar sea seguro tanto para mí como para los lectores.

Tengo todo el derecho a rechazar una solicitud, especialmente si rompe con las reglas que ya tengo.

Acepto escribir

Relaciones poliamorosas.

Dolor/comodidad.

Pelusa.

Amor, oc x character

No acepto escribir

Incesto

Sexo/NSFW

Violencia

Pedofilia, zoofilia

Relaciones altamente tóxicas

Fandoms y personajes para los que escribo !

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Genshin Impact

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Mario Bros

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Cuphead

Baroness Von Bon Bon Chef Saltbaker Cala Maria Hilda Berg

Five Night's at Freddy's

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Sims 4

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Series/Anime/ARG

The Mandela Catalogo

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Popee the Performer

Papi Poppe Eepop Kedamono

Kimetsu no Yaiba

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Scooby-Doo

Vilma Dinkley Daphne Blake Shaggy Rogers Fred Jones

A Series of Unfortunate Events

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The Amazing Digital Circus

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ㅤㅤ⛧ Especificar por favor lo que quieren, no soy adivina. Si quieren cierta situación especifica, ese tipo de cosas ya saben.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Al momento de escribir para lectores, lo diré de una vez, no se mucho de pronombres. Por lo que si quieres de un personaje no binario o algo así, por favor dime como es su uso de pronombres para escribirlo y te sientas cómodo.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Esto totalmente abierta a la idea de escribir OC x Character, para eso pido que en privado me den algo de información de su oc. Alguna ficha, descripción de personalidad y física, ese tipo de cosas.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Pido que me tengan paciencia, suele escribir de forma muy tardada debido a mi gran bloqueo de escritor. Ténganme paciencia, soy nuevo en esto :').

ㅤㅤ⛧ ¡Pueden pedirme cualquier cosa! Romance, platónico, relación padre/madre e hijx, de hermandad, etc.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Por favor, pido respeto ya que esto es como un tipo de pasatiempo para mi. No vengo a molestar a nadie y tampoco vengo a que me molesten. Si no les gusta mi perfil o tienes problemas conmigo, te pido amablemente que dejes mi perfil y con gusto puedes bloquearme.

Eso sería todo por mi parte, bienvenidos a mi perfil y espero que les guste mi contenido.

¡Nos vemos!

[carnal-lnstinct]

Back At The Garden

Pairing: Goku x Reader Warning: M / 18+. MINORS DNI. explicit language. referenced alcohol drinking Content: established relationship. implied reader is gohan & goten's mom. fluff. outdoor quickie. public sex. A/N: Getting back to my writing roots. ♥ The lack of ss4 smut I've written so far this year is disGUSTING.

Gathering at the Home of the Briefs gradually became rare over the years. With Trunks now running Capsule Corporation, Bulma had more free time for her tinkering, but how she managed to round you all up for a lunch date was a miracle in these peaceful times. Android 18 and Marron, Launch, The Ox Princess, Videl, and yourself. It was Mrs. Brief's idea to make it a garden party for all the girls and it turned out far more elegant and grandiose in presentation than expected, so when you all arrived you felt a little underdressed for the occasion. Bulma apologized for her mother "overdoing it" for a simple lunch, but it did not deter you all from catching up with each other. In fact, it felt in character for a Brief-hosted party.

While you all sat and reminisced on old times, your eyes caught sight of the gazebo roof beyond a few tall hedges of the maze. It's been even longer since you have seen that old thing and even from here it seemed Mrs. Brief kept it in good shape. Your thoughts drowned out the conversation as you stared in its direction, recollecting the last time you were underneath the gazebo. A smile teased the corner of your lips until you could no longer hold it back. You felt warmed in the comfort of your memories.

A gentle hand on your forearm interrupts, shaking the memory loose from your mind and you turn to look at the blonde android. "(Y/n), did you see something?" 18 asks you, her uninflected voice masking the concern for your displaced attention. You quickly recompose from the steamy daydream and answer her with a soft laugh.

"No, I was just remembering something from a long time ago." You reassured, lifting your cup to your lips for a sip of your drink only to find the other’s eyes on your now when you lowered it. Clearly you couldn't just drop that tease of information on the table and not explain it. You scanned over all of their faces and they seemed frozen in their position waiting for you to continue, all chatting ceased. The warmth in your chest soon found your face, taking a bigger sip from your cup to stall but they weren’t going to let it go. You swallowed, then bit your lip preparing your word, hoping to explain it less naughty than what it really was. 

"Me and Goku were…here once." You quickly say with your gaze fixed on your drink, voice under your breath as you raise the cup to your lips again. You were met with a collection of light "oh's" and "aww's" that was easier to face than what you expected. No shock, just soft nods and suggestive smiles and giggles. Looking across everyone again it appeared your confession brought a handful of them to a familiar, similar memory, and at least once did every female at the table glance in the gazebo’s direction. You were the only surprised one.

 Seems you were all young once.

"Vegeta and I used to go there on occasion, but that was before Bulla learned how to fly." Bulma casually laid out, earning a wide-eyed gape from you. But she only seems to laugh warmly in the embrace of her memory. You couldn't imagine that being Vegeta's idea. But your visit to the gazebo wasn’t exactly Goku’s either and he may have enjoyed it more than you. You felt a little less ashamed, as did the others around when yet another confession joins the discussion.

"Since we're being honest. Gohan and I were here once." Videl adds with a deep shade of pink in her cheeks and thumbing her teacup. "...Twice." Her smile widens giving into the memory but is short-lived as she is playfully elbowed by Blonde Launch surprising her. The rowdy woman let out a hefty, proud laugh at Videl. She flattened her hands on the table with devious eyes ready to spill her guiltless tale.

"A lady doesn't kiss 'nd tell, but I ain't afraid to say me and Raditz made a habit outta coming here every party." Launch proudly admits, then gives you a knowing look as she leaned over to you. "Well except that one time." She snickers, now giving you a nudge. "I blamed it on his tacky outfit so he would storm off and I'd meet him here, but it was ocupado." She cackled, swiping up her glass and gesturing to Mrs. Brief as if to make a toast. "You got somethin' real special in this old scrap, Nana Panchy."

"Hmph. I don't have anything so indecent to add about this place." Android 18 declares, taking a drink from her cup in order to mask the shade of red in her cheeks. A confession told in so few words, but not details to be shared in the presence of her daughter. Strange as you know she, more than anyone, was never shy to express the love between her and her husband. But the line had to be drawn somewhere, you guessed.

“I bet Krillin would spill the beans.” Launch adds with a wiggle of her brows as 18 sharply turns her way.

“Don’t you dare!”

Well, you always told yourself to expect the unexpected at a Brief Party.

Now you felt some acceptance in opening up about your drunken encounter and the chat it sparked. However, it felt a little less special now if everyone was casually going about hooking up in the gazebo. You began to wonder if that moment itself even was anymore. Different from your other rumps with your husband for sure, but the facts surfacing from the core of it was you were a drunk mess at the time while he was only trying to look out for you before you groped and begged him to take you in the garden. Was it as sudden and romantic as you remembered or were just sloppy?

Not to fall short on the changing topics by getting lost in your own head again, you pushed the thought away. Continuing to enjoy the company of your old friends until it completely disappeared from your train of thought. At least until your ride showed up.

Goku and Pan’s arrival signaled that it was about time to return to the norm of your daily lives. Most of the others bid their farewells with hope of doing this again sometime soon. You and Videl stuck around longer to help clean up a little while Goku and Pan waited, quickly occupying themselves by catching up with Bulma and her parents, though it was a short interaction once they learned Vegeta and Bulla were out and Trunks was just plain busy. They returned to you as you wrapped up your little tasks and you broke away from cleaning to meet them halfway with a cheeky, little grin as you looked at Goku.

“Hey, Do you remember when we were here a long time ago?” You started to ask him, wiping your hands off. “When I had too much to drink and-...” You quickly glanced at Pan and you sealed your lips, your smile briefly leaving you. You made a gesture with your eyes to Goku. These two were like glue, but Goku knew how to dismiss her when “grown-up talk” came into play. He placed his hand on her head to get her attention and smiled at her.

"Hey, Pan. Didn't you say you wanted to go ask your mom for some boy advice?" Goku brought up, exposing his prior chat with his granddaughter about how she “scared off” another boy. Not entirely meant to embarrass her, but that she could go find Videl now that they were in the same place. Though, the mortified look Pan gave him says otherwise. Even if it was to send her off, you were intrigued by the news. Playing along, your face showed your interest as you leaned down to her with a knowing grin.

"Pan, you have a crush on a boy?" You asked her with an awed smile, the preteen flustering as she turned away.

"N-No! It's not like that!" She attempted to defend herself, feeling only further exposed and rattled to even think of delving further into something like that with her grandparents. She wiggles free of Goku’s hand and quickly ran shouting back with a wave of her hand. “I-I’ll go find my mom!”

You straightened up with an adoring laugh, Goku moving to stand beside you as you both watched her round the corner into Bulma’s home. Your endearing smiles for her meet and Goku tilts his head now looking at you.

“What’s this about you drinking too much? Guess you girls had more fun than you let on.” He jested, leaning his elbow on your shoulder. Rolling your eyes with a more crooked smile, you shook your head.

“I was referring to a different time. When I ‘smooth-talked’ ya out of your pants. Remember?” To help jog his memory, you pointed to the roof of the gazebo peaking above the hedges, his eyes wandering over in the direction. Goku’s face thoughtfully scrunched with his head tilting opposite of you now and his other hand on his chin. 

“...Oh, yeah. I remember now! When you made me wear those tight clothes.” He couldn’t quite forget enduring that outfit, or any clothes that made him uncomfortable. But that one did benefit him more than the others. And in your defense, it probably would have fit him better when you originally bought it, long before the universe decided he needed a stronger body to fight off the next big enemy of the Earth. 

You shrugged at his clothing comment and leaned in toward him, speaking low for his ears. “Apparently, we’re not the only ones who have ‘been there’ if you know what I mean.” You revealed to him. “It's practically a regular thing around here. We were prudes compared to what I’ve learned today.” You snickered, nudging him slightly.

“Really? That's what you talk about a ladies-only brunch?” Goku blinks with a guileless stare, thick brow arching. He knew his friends were adventurous but he didn’t expect to learn that today. He starts to laugh with you. He’s not one for gossip but he wouldn’t turn down a juicy detail or two. “Guess we aren’t the only ones with crazy ideas.”

Good to know others thought the same to try it out too, he figures. Obviously smutty-natured things don’t cross his mind too often without some outside stimulus, but even if it was inappropriate to have sex in a place like that, he recalls it being wild and fun when you two were there. Maybe some of the best he’s had with you the more he thinks about it. It was like a game of chicken at first, how quickly he could appease his wife’s needy request before it was too risky and you’d have to stop. But once you were going, he wanted to cum too. In spite of his surroundings and the instant rush in his chest when he thought you were caught, he could drown them out to fulfill the both of you. You had already inflated his interest in you with your drunken antics the whole night, trying to help him manage his awkwardness in his clothing until you helped to loosen them up. If not for Raditz, Goku believes he would have become afflicted with lust for you and the party would have ended without either of your presence. If your tipsy state could handle it, that is.

Realizing those around him also did it took away the modesty of it and made him see how casual being there like that really was, opening up the possibility that it can happen. Could it have really been so wrong if everyone was doing it?

A deviant leer flashes on Goku’s face as he steps around in front of you and lifts your hand into his own. “What do you say we even our odds a bit. Wanna go check out the garden with me again?” He suggests invitingly. 

You look up at him with a wide-eyed disbelief, then shake your head. “Goku, we can't do that here!”

“Why not, we’ve already done it once.” He continues to beam at you, brows suggestively lowered over his eyes.

“Once is more than enough. It was risky then, and it’s risky now.” You objected. Goku tilts his head down slightly as if to look at you through his lashes and pouts now donning a pleading expression.

“But I wanna…” He playfully whined, clasping your hand between his larger pair in a plea for your blessing. Mimicking you from that time.

There were so many reasons not to do it here this time, mostly everyone around would know somehow! Though you can make your peace with that now knowing what you know, the sun was still out completely exposing the garden, and you haven’t exactly been throwing back cocktails to loosen you up like before. And what if Pan came back looking for him?! You would never forgive yourself if she found her grandparents like that. There were just too many big reasons not to.

“We will get caught.” You insisted, denying his begging and slipping your hand free. Putting a real pout on your husband’s face. “You want it so badly, then you’ll just have to wait until we get home.”

“That’s not as fun as here, we always do it at home…” Goku groaned, shoulders slumping in defeat. He knows it’s even less likely to happen at home if Pan decides to come too and Goten isn’t there to distract her. He loves his family, but sometimes he does just wants to spend time with you. “...I got an idea.” Goku then straightens up, raising his fists as he channeled his energy. He looks like he’s turning into a super saiyan when the golden aura visibly appears around him, but it increases and his body shines brighter for an instant making you shield your eyes.

Once your line of sight cleared you looked back to him, eyes widened again staring down a Super Saiyan 4.

“Like this, everyone will just think I'm training.” Goku’s proudly expressed with his low tone, hands on his hips and long tail swaying into a posed, upward curve behind him.

“You are…s-so sneaky.” You tried to reprimand his pushing, though your words were feeble leaving your lips when you couldn’t keep your eyes off his protruding chest. Your argument was quickly losing its ground. Your eyes wandered taking in this altered shape of the man you called your husband. How had his waist looked more trim with such large muscles tapering down from his upper body? He completely tore through his blue gi with his pants still intact to give him some modesty. Goku shot up a foot or two in height and everything was just bigger— Is everything bigger? You clasped your mouth at the thought masking the flush of color starting to fill your face. “...But wouldn’t Vegeta or Raditz read your energy and come running? Or the others?” Even last time you were barely able to fix yourselves before Raditz stumbled upon you and thanks to Launch, he wasn’t as unperceptive as you thought.

“No one’s gonna come.” He insisted, leaning forward to look you in the eye. His yellow eyes then thoughtfully rolled and his smirk grew more suggestive.  “Well…”

You let out an amused, but ungraceful squawk behind your hand in response and could feel your whole body react to that look on his face. A taste of that Cheeky Goku you only knew in private, and he’s using that dirty sense of humor you loved so much against you. Did he have to make himself so pretty to do it?

Then it hit you, why you even got so frisky over Goku in the first place years ago. Regardless of your composure and what dressed his body, he was the most beautiful creature in existence. Inside and out. To you, every curve and tuck of muscle he worked for embellished anything that adorned them and in fact stole the attention away from colors and fabrics. Even covered in fur, you could make out the detailed bulge of his build. These muscles would burst out of that old outfit like it was wet paper and the thought sent a light shudder past your lips. Shades of blue in his outfits always flattered him. But red? This red…is scrumptious.

 And to top it off, he’d still effortlessly make you laugh and smile by simply embracing who he needed to be in a given moment.

“You are making it hard to be a decent woman right now…” You softly griped, lowering your hand and looking up at him with seduced eyes. “Why not just use your technique to take us home?” Surely Goten was home so he could sense his energy and get you both there in no time.

“...Same reason we are here now.” Goku moves in closer to you, gathering your smaller hand into his own. “You gave me that look the entire time we were at the party. Made me blush.” He chuckled, bringing your hand to his lips and placing a kiss to your knuckles before pressing his nose to the skin, taking in the scent with closed eyes. “You didn't exactly make it easy to focus on anything but having you after that.”

“Even now?” 

His eyes reopen and lift toward you. The tip of his tail flicks and he gently smiles, “Always. Who am I to turn down my hun?”

A desirous look settled in your features, a shiver of breath leaves the light parting of your lips and seeing it made him want to steal it away. Victory flashed in his eyes.

Getting to the gazebo felt like a blur. Goku held your hand, he led you to the garden hedges and through the small maze, but once you found yourself in that same place you started it before and his ravenous kiss captured your mouth, your mind went blank and your lust took over. Ensnared by his wiles, your core pulsed in full surrender to him, the need coursing through your body. Goku wraps a single arm around your waist lifting you off your feet as you pull yourself into him, his lips parting from yours to trail your neck. Just as needy for the heat of your flesh, choosing to indulge in the scent of your natural aroma over the variety of flowers surrounding you. He carries you under the gazebo, enveloping you both in its shade from the midday sun.

It’s changed a bit since you were last here. There’s a backless bench here now that Goku makes use of. He sits down and your natural reaction is to sink into his lap with a leg on each side of him. His transformation definitely made you feel smaller than you were like this, it didn’t even compare to him being a normal super saiyan. Up close you could really take in all the accents of his form that drew out his more handsome features. Mostly the way his fur framed his chest and abs. Goku all settled in, however, wasted no time claiming your skin again with his hot lips and getting your clothes loose. With your hands getting familiar with the length of his hair and rounded shoulders, he buries his face in your cleavage after lifting your shirt over your breasts.

Your legs tightened at his sides when he exposes one of your nipples from your bra and draws it into his mouth. His other hand gives your ass a squeeze as he moves your hips further up his lap to brush you up against the tent in his pants. Your body ignited with pleasure, dry humping his lap in response and squirming in his hold. With a deep hum, his tail sways with delight, finding more skin gracing his palms as you worked yourself out of your lower dressings. Opening his pants was not as easy as you hoped, feeling around for the knot in his gi to discover it was made all the more tighter against the strain of his bulging muscles. But your determined fingers found a way, the sash and tattered remains of his top were cast to the floor once you got it loose. You feel an affection tug on your nipple that stills you, Goku pulling away from your breast to retrace his trail up your neck with nips from his fangs in some appreciation now that he was given some relief from what kept him bound from you. His actions were rougher now however, a sensual glow in his eyes as he claims your mouth again. Your tongues lapped one another between your lips rousing a moan from you.

There was no going back now, the moment made all the more real when he buried his freed cock inside you. Or, he tried to, the hitch in your breath stopping him. Everything was definitely bigger than what you’re used to, more than you expected at his peak arousal. Looks like you would have to adjust to another super saiyan form. The stretch of your walls makes you back off a little, settling on what extent of its girth you could handle for now. Goku’s eyes soften from his carnal leer, reigning his excitement in and letting you pace yourself. He meets your eyes and the lustful haze between you briefly lifts, the realization sinking in that you were here again, his cock between your legs and the two of you throwing away inhibitions for a quick fuck.

You bit your lip as you started to laugh quietly in deep affection for your husband, that with a clouded judgment, yet sober mind, you could trust him with your passions anywhere. Goku grins and joins your soft laughter holding you closer. He wasted no time kissing at your smile, reassuring the rush of nerves that must have hit you and embracing your devotion to share in revisiting a blissful moment between you.

It was enough to feel your hips rock more in his lap, all worked up from the excitement. With your hands embracing his face, cradling your foreheads together, the sweet sound of your moan creeping through your breath.

So he kissed you harder to help mask them from the unseen corners of the maze and you felt him twitch inside you. His tail curls in brushing over your thigh, soothing you with its motion and strangely turning you on more. You adjust your hips and widen your legs allowing you to finally fill yourself with his needy cock, feeding almost full strokes in and out of your weeping bloom. Goku then seizes control of your hips winding you up further, faster, and bouncing you in his lap. 

The deep sound in his chest left his throat and he closed his eyes. He allowed his willpower to slip a little more and let hips counter the motion he guided for you. It felt like his body was heating up against you and that he himself couldn’t fill enough of his hands with your body to take it away, his hold shifting between the dip in your lower back and pulling your hips into his thrusts. Giving up the grace of making love to you in order to fuck the cum out of both of you. Your succulent insides starting to tremble around him just made the heated aura around him worse, his breath shortening and the delicate hold on his own volume slipping.

Super Saiyan 4 made him feel tougher, but in this moment he felt more susceptible to his pleasures unlike ever before. Even if you’re found like this, he doesn’t think he could stop. He could cum in the nestle of your body and he would be stuck in this intoxicating rhythm to keep thrusting to maximize the ecstasy. Filled in the burning desire to push harder, keep going, and taste more.

Goku’s eyes glow again and his fangs press into the tender flesh of your shoulder, a possessive growl muffled in your skin as he held on. With his tail flicking, his thrusts grew rougher. His hands forced your pussy down his cock, stirring up your deeper parts in delicious, clumsy motions. He could feel it getting closer by the clench of your insides and sensuous pants near his ear.

You were breathless, sharp beats of pleasure consuming you. “G-Goku-...Goku!” You tried to alarm him, to beg him to slow down as you lost control of your voice. Your entire body writhe as you were pushed closer to your orgasm, legs locking around his waist once it peaked and your own wetness squirted around his cock. You threw your head back in a cry of ecstasy and pulled his arms for mercy, every stimulated nerve between your thighs pulsing at once and dying for relief from his thrusts. You clung and you pulled and squirmed. It was when your nails clawed through his fur and around his back, catching the area above his tail that it snapped him out of his trance with a loud groan. Your legs shook around him with shakey snaps of his hips. Liquid heat poured into you, warming the already soaked and numbing walls of your insides. 

You slumped, winded and deadweight in his arms leaning up against him, both you and Goku lost in the high and slowly letting the surroundings back into your love bubble. Goku pulls his teeth from your skin seeing the indent of his bites and quickly peels you from his chest to look you in your hooded eyes.

“Did I hurt you?” He asks with concern, glancing over the bite again apologetically. “Sorry about that...”

“Ah… I liked it...” You breathed, closing your eyes and huffing a quick laugh bringing your face back into his furry shoulder. “I dunno wha' that was... but do it again.” You uttered in your bliss, pussy still nursing his cock inside you with his cum spilling out into his own lap. 

Goku blinks at you, perking up at your words. “Like…now?”

Tempting. Very tempting. You didn't think it was possible for him to make you cum that hard. But that was not a subtle orgasm by any means. Someone, somewhere, heard that— Would come to find the source. You don’t even think you have the sense nor the strength to redress yourself after that. 

[rinrinx2]

My brothers wife and I <3

Ran x reader

Summary: After Ran had comforted from Rindou's neglectful behavior, the two of you had grown very close over the passing weeks.

Warnings: Smut, Mature themes, Inappropriate language, adultery, cheating

My brothers wife Masterlist

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You smiled at Rindou as who sat across from you at the dining table.

"The roast is really good (Y/N)" Koko complimented as he sat on the left of Rindou and you.

"Yeah its really good" Agreed Sanzu, who sat on the right.

You smiled at their compliments directed towards the roast you had cooked. Rindou had informed you that he would have a few of the Bonten members be joining you for dinner that evening, so you had prepared a quality feast ranging from roast and baked potatoes to takikomi gohan and miso soup.

Koko and Sanzu both seemed to enjoy the meal you had prepared filling their plates to the brim.

Rindou kept on stealing glances at you a clear sign that he was in a rewarding mood for your dinner.

You smiled, touching your neck as you remembered the blotches of deep maroon and bright purple that decorated it after a very intense night that had occurred.

Carefully you removed your hand from your neck, hoping that you had not removed any of the makeup that you had spent hours applying to your skin in hopes that neither the executive or second in command would notice them.

"Shit, I spilt some wine" Sanzu said slightly raising his hands in the air as Rindou and Koko watched the wine drip down onto Sanzu's slacks and the wooden oak floors.

You quickly stood up, causing the chair to screetch against the wooden floors, causing all eyes to be on you now.

"I'll go fetch some paper towels" you said with wide eyes, carefully pushing the chair back into the table as you walked into the kitchen.

When you arrived in the kitchen you immediately went in search for the paper towels. You first thought was to check the cupboard that had all the canned goods and packeted items, when you opened the cupboard your eyes darted around only to be met with no paper towel.

You suddenly remembered that when Rindou and you had gone shopping he had placed it in the lower cupboard near the sink. You walked over towards the cupboard crouching down as you opened the door, you strained your eyes in the dark cupboard looking for the paper towels; your eyes had caught sight of it and a sigh of relief was released. You reached into the cupboard only to realize how far back Rindou had placed it.

You shifted onto your knees with one hand placed on the cold white kitchen tiles while the other reached in trying your best to grab it.

Just as you were about to grab it another hand had retrieved the item for you.

You quickly stood up straightening your dress as you felt the other being who had helped you retrieve the paper towels wrap their arms around you.

"I see you covered them up" he said as he whispered into your ear.

"I had to I didn't want them to see the marks, especially him" you said slightly leaning back against the figure behind you.

"I'm sure he wouldn't notice, he barely notices anything" the voice behind you said as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck placing soft kisses along the side.

Soft pants of need escaped your mouth, and you bit you lip trying to suppress any moans that might slip out due to the pleasure, but your body had failed you as you let the name of the man causing you immense pleasure slip out.

"Ran"

"You like that" he said as he continued his assault on the side of your neck, kisses getting more sloppier as your felt his tongue leave trails of wet kisses down your neck, effectively removing the makeup that hid the love bites he created.

You tried to find some release of the pleasure you were feeling by pressing the plush fat of your ass against his hard on forming in his slacks.

"Please" you begged breathlessly, needing some release that only Ran could give.

Ran laughed against your neck causing the vibrations to tingle along your neck making your knees nearly buck in anticipation.

"Don't worry baby, I'll take care of you. Like I always do" Ran said as he turned you to face him. The moment your face was in line with his chest your eyes instinctively went up to look into his as he lowered his to look into yours.

Lilac eyes met (e/c), something your vision loved to be apart of.

Ran and you had started seeing each other not long after the gala, and to say what the two of you were doing was just sex would be a lie as feelings were soon mixed in, in this affair.

"I'm gonna make love to you now (Y/N), but you have to be quiet" Ran said keeping his gaze towards you as his hands began lifting your dress up.

"You can't scream like you do when we're alone" he continued speaking as he now placed you on the kitchen counter with your dress hiked up to your waist sheer lace panties exposed.

"I promise I won't" you said leaning towards him placing a chaste kiss upon his lips.

He smiled at you gesture returning it with one of his own kisses, but his was one of passion as his mouth prying yours open letting his tongue lap at yours.

"Gotta make this quick, don't want little Rin to come looking for you" Ran said quickly undoing his belt.

Your felt heat rise to your cheeks at the mention of your husband, who was sitting only a few feet away while you were partaking in sensual acts with his older brother.

Ran pulled out his throbbing member as you starred down at the large thick veiny shaft in his hand that was slowly dripping out beads of pre-cum that was traveling down his shaft towards his aching balls.

Ran noticed your starring, bringing his member closer inbetween your legs till it rested just outside your clothed core, giving your right thigh a light tap with his leaking head.

"Please fuck me Ran" you begged wrapping your arms around his neck as your eyes locked onto his lilac ones.

Ran only smirked back at your words, keeping his eyes on yours, his hand dipped back down shifting your lace panties to the side.

You felt the cool air againt your wet arousal, causing you to let out a quiet gasp. Ran enjoyed the reaction such a simple act caused.

"(Y/N) did you find it" you heard Rindou ask loudly from the dining table.

"Ye-s" you said brokenly as Ran pushed his member into you without any warnings, you hoped that Rindou didn't hear your broken 'Yes'

Ran began thrusting in and out of your wet arousal, as it sucked him in deep. The tip of his member pressing down on your cervix. The pain mixing with the pleasure causing you to let out loud pants and mumbled moans as you bit your lip trying to suppress them.

Your wet cunt squeezed Ran every time he pulled out, trying to bring him back him in. The wet squelches of him thrusting back into your dripping arousal satisfying the need to have him back in.

"Can't believe Rindou would neglect this pussy" Ran said lifting your leg slightly so he could dip his member deeper inside you.

The name of your husband and the new position Ran had put you in had caused a loud moan of Rans name to slip through your drooling lips.

"Ran"

"(Y/N) what's going on" Rindou said with a slight agitation to his voice.

Your fucked out mind didn't care that you heard the screeching of Rindou's chair as he stood up, leaving the dining table with its guest.

"Ra -an... I'm cl-close" your moaned as Ran pressed his two fingers to your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles at the bud.

Ran felt the tightening of your soft wet walls around his member an indicator that your words were telling the truth, you were close and so was he.

"Me too Angel" Ran said as he continued thrusting into you, each thrust into you growing quicker than the last.

Ran placed his head in your neck sucking the flesh as he had done the previous night, leaving new fresh marks along your neck.

"So close baby, so close" Ran moaned against your neck, his hips thrusting in an uneven rhythm.

Your head began spinning from the pleasure and you were sure that if you didn't come then and there you were going to pass out from the stimulation.

"Please cum in me" you whispered in his ear, pulling back looking into his eyes with that fucked out expression was it for Ran.

He gripped your hips and shoved himself as deep as he could; and with a loud grunt he came inside you, letting the white liquid shoot out into your womb.

And the sensation of Ran filling you up brought you to your own high; you grabbed at his shirt trying you best to suppress any noise that could be heard. You didn't care that any moment Rindou would walk in and catch Ran balls deep inside you, the thought itself didn't even scare you, all your brain could fathom was Ran inside you filling you to the brim.

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"What's going on in here?!" Rindou exclaimed as he swung the kitchen door open.

The sight before him brought Rindou to stop breathing.

Right in front of him, his own brother and his wife they were...

Cleaning up a spilt red wine.

"I told you be more careful (Y/N)-chan" Ran said as he stood beside your hunched over figure as you used the paper towels that you had looked for to clean up a similar mess in the dining room to clean this new mess up.

"I wouldn't of spilt anything if you didn't scare me by making a quiet appearance in the kitchen" you replied back not looking up to speak, as your hair fell down covering the side of your face.

"Ran, that was (Y/N) and mine wedding wine" Rindou said as he walked over to your crouched down figure trying to help. Visibly upset that the precious liquid with sentimental value had been split.

"It's okay Rin, I'll clean this up. You go out and keep the guests company" you said as you continued to swipe at the liquid soaking the paper towels. Rindou was on the verge of objecting until you flashed him that soft smile and his heart softend.

Standing once again to his feet, looking down at your figure cleaning, before grabbing a towel off the counter to clean the mess inside the dining room, leaving you and Ran alone once again.

"Good thing you're on your knees like this, would've hate to have him see the marks on your neck and white liquid dripping down your thighs" Ran said with a chuckle, you looked up at him watching him find amusement at your attempts to not get caught.

You stood up looking up at Ran, feeling the white sticky liquid ooze out and slowly move down your thighs. Grabbing Rans hands and locking your eyes onto his once again.

Looking at him now, you felt that intense feeling of emotions radiating in your body, the same kind you felt when you married Rindou. The deep overwhelming feeling of love was being rushed throughout your body as you starred into Ran eyes. The feeling all to much as you let the words slip from your lips that should of only been reserved for your husband.

"I love you Ran" you said, watching his eyes soften and lips turn up at the corners as he listened to your confession.

"I love you too (Y/N)"

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[dienamights]

A Reverberate Lullaby | K.Bakugou

✎ The echoing howls stalk you, a ghost hunched on your shoulders, wailing like a child calling for rescue, who cries with no tears. Chanting for a hero that is willing to pick up the pieces of its soul and being, yet it is only left to wither. For the ghost has lost faith that such others exist and can only be cured by finding them, for you are the ghost of your world and love is the only true exorcist.

✎ Protagonists: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader.

✎ Word count: 4.1K

✎ Category: hurt/comfort, Implied Mature Content MDNI, Prohero!au, Established relationship!au

✎ Caution(!): Implied Mature Content MDNI, mention of depressive state, toxic family, toxic coping mechanism, mention of reader’s weight gain and thoughts about self worth. Please keep in mind while every person’s reaction to depression is different, don’t belittle anyone’s battle when you don’t understand it.

✎ Author’s notes: Hello! Hope everyone’s taking care! Still on hiatus BUT I’m here to post my contribution to the Mental Health Awareness collab by @doinmybesthere​ ! This has been in the works for a while because I kept scarping ideas for triggering me lmao. This piece is very personal to me and I’m glad I am able to share my experience with you all, I hope that it might help anyone out there in reaching out and asking for help because I know how difficult and scary it might be! Please check out everyone’s contribution that they worked so hard for! kisses kisses take care!

OOH ALSO! Thank you so much for 900 followers aaaaaah! You’re all so amazing and if anyone has suggestions for an event to hold in June lemme know! I’ll also think of some ideas

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The morning sun barely rises and peaks through your blinds, sunshine starting to kiss at your cheeks as you squint at the light, the room welcoming the warmth that is being brought into it after the evening’s chill that made you curl tighter in on yourself, clasping whatever heat you could muster than to turn around and find it in the heating pad of a body that lays next to you. 

An alarm only just rings before quickly being shut off, followed by the creaking of the bed when the person behind you shifts, shifts again, another time, before getting up and stalking to the bathroom, after letting an elongated sigh when they sit at the edge of the bed, not acknowledging your presence accompanying theirs. The door clicking closed before the trickling of water fills the quiet room.

Your clock reads 5 am when you squint at it, and you blink at the time before you go on with your routine, setting up breakfast while your boyfriend gets ready to go to work. 

Oddly enough, you don’t really quite remember when you started working on the food, all that you could see in front of you is nothing but a scene that looks like it’s out of a broken TV - there’s just so much static. The voices are distorted, as if they’re coming from a defective radio.

“Listen, this ain’t about me, this is about you and how you-”

“What about me? Huh? That you see me as nothing but a burden? No, you can say it-”

“You wanna hear me fuckin’ say it then fine! This is about you sitting on yer ass all day obsessing over her while she wouldn’ give you the time of day y/n. When will you fuckin’ realize that?”

The scene blurs and sways, and you feel your mind run at a speed you didn’t know it could muster, and you’re unable to keep up with it. The knife in your hand shakes vigorously and barely misses your fingers when you bring it down to cut the vegetables.

The sound of the bedroom door shutting closed alerts you, straightening your back when you hear the drop of your boyfriend’s gauntlet by his chair at the dining table. Katsuki approaches you with careful steps, his still ungloved hand circles your waist before pressing his lips to your temple, a gruff greeting of a whisper laced in between.

“G’morning.”

The familiar scent of caramel mixed in with his aftershave welcomes you, wraps around you and cradles you, promising everlasting safety and happiness. Yet, your heart wrenching sobs and muffled crash of your laptop against your floor that rings in your ears tell a different story, shrieking at you, roaring about your failures, mocking your entire existence.

“Made gohan, should be ready in a minute.” you mumble back, posture stiff at the close proximity of Katsuki and you feel the curl of his lips in displeasure pressing into your temple from both not reciprocating his greeting and your choice of meal for the morning. “You don’ eat gohan,” 

“s’why I’m making it.” The quick retreat from your figure is like a slap to your face, and you barely stop yourself from reaching out and forcing his arms back around you. Because it's the bite in his voice that halts your movement. 

“You’re still going?” you finally turn to take a look at him, the garnets in his eyes shifting, bleeding from hurt, betrayal, confusion, you really weren’t sure. And by God you had no energy left to try and figure out. “Yes I’m still going Katsuki, they’re my-”

“Yer really listenin’ to the bullshit spillin’ outta ya? This isn’t about em being your family y/n, we’ve been through with it already.” the space between you two feels like endless miles, pieces of the broken bridge you both worked so hard to build the only evidence of it ever being there, the rest crumbling into the valley in between your bodies.

“No, you’ve been through with it, I just wanna make things right, m-maybe I can fix it”

“It ain’t yours to fix y/n, when will you realize that?”

“No!” there you go again, sobbing pathetically. “W-why can’t I have a family, huh? Why- why can’t I, fuck, have a family that just loves and supports me a-and just doesn’t- ” your voice croaks, not failing to notice how Katsuki stepped away from the wreck in front of him. Probably having had enough of you, had enough of how troubling and bothersome you are, probably wondering how he got roped with all your shit and got dragged into your mess of a life.

His hands feel like scolding fire when they’re placed on your shoulders, halting their shaking as you cry into the palm of your hand to muffle the sobs, a habit Katsuki has been working so hard on to help you overcome, saddened to see you try and hide your vulnerability from him.

“Because they never made an effort, so why should you?” The tugging at your heart burns, the swallowed sobs feel like needles prickling at your lungs, making breathing feel like an impossible chore. You can’t help but feel restrained whenever you’re presented with the truth, especially unfiltered and unsugarcoated like right now, you know he’s right, you’ve known he was right a long time ago, but admitting it out loud just felt borderline impossible. 

So you do what you do best, push him away, all the strength you can muster barely budges his figure, the meal forgotten on the counter as you run and lock the bedroom door on yourself.

Your footsteps feel heavy, dreading the topics and scenes you’re bound to relive. The grip on the strap of your shoulder bag tightening as you push the glass door open. A sigh escapes past your lips again as you enter the restaurant, half-heartedly smiling at the hostess before making your way inside to look for them.

It’s always the same scenery, the kind that always makes you want to run away to the other direction instead of being dragged down into whatever hell this is. And you pause to question yourself, again, why you actually agreed to put yourself out there.

There they are, seated in the four person table, with two empty seats, one for yourself and the other for the sibling your mother always hoped to have instead of you.

Your mother’s pursed lip could be seen from where you stand at the entrance, the clicking of her tapping foot sounding as bad as grinding metals in your ear, you hate it, despise it

It’s the same clicking you learned to memorize, to anticipate, to fear, when she passed by your room, the clicking that made you smother your face in your pillows and swallow your sobs, because the sound of you crying brought her more distress and annoyance than concern for her daughter.

With another tug at the hem of the shirt you’re wearing, you approach the table, hugging your father when he stands up and nodding to your mom when she eyes your figure.

“Good morning mother. It’s good to see you.”

“What’s wrong with your hair?”

Here we go, you breathe out before tugging at a strand of hair, spitting out your words “nothing’s wrong with it.”

“Then why does it look awful like that?”

There are times like these where you are left to question your reasoning for accepting whatever invitation you received from your parents to have brunch with them after all those months, a moment of weakness deceiving you into believing it was better than to spend it in your empty apartment, with the silence that ate away at your sanity every second. The only evidence of life in it other than yours was the recently cleaned dishes and the note thanking you for the meal, the promise of cuddles and movies tonight making you gain just a little more patience, barely.

You refrain from answering, your response is to lower your head, drag the dining chair before plopping on it, a dreary sigh escaping your lips as you scoot your chair closer to the table. Your mother never changes, it’s been a while since you were able to move out of her home, and while your father tries to tell you that these brunches are a way to reconnect with them, you yourself know that it’s merely a chance for your mother to nitpick at everything you ever did or are doing since you left.

“How have you been y/n.” your father smiles at you, both of you ignoring the sound of your mother kissing her teeth when her attempted jab at you is ignored. “Uh, I uh I’ve been good, I just wrapped up with my exams and so far things have been-” 

“How is your hero boyfriend?” 

For a second, you contemplate whether to ignore her question and keep conversing with your dad, dreading the questions that are to be pushed your way regarding Katsuki, of which will be used as bragging material for when she meets whatever group of friends she associates herself with, but you know better than to ignore her with the way she gets when she isn’t fed with attention. 

“He’s uh, good.”

“Why isn’t he here today? What, too good to meet us?” your mother nags, and for the love of God, would that fucking clicking ever stop?

“No, he’s doing his job of, you know, being a hero.”

“Is he now? Well, what about you, hm?” She cocks her head as her nails tap the table. ”Did you think your father and I wouldn’t figure out you got fired?”

“How-” the gritting of your teeth is deafening at this point, your jaw clenching so tightly as you and your mother stare each other down. “Your dad pulled some strings, it isn’t that hard. So tell me, you like leeching off of him after you were done with us?”

“This isn’t, I just- I was- I, I had a lot of university work piling up a-and I couldn’t make time for my shifts and I just, it was just so hard for me to get out of bed these days and I.” why are you doing this? Why are you explaining yourself to people that don’t deserve it? Why are you feeding off of their acceptance, knowing damn well you never got it, and that thing was never gonna change. 

“Oh, I don’t wanna hear about you not getting out of bed, you’re here now aren’t you? This is all in your head y/n. You need to stop talking nonsense, what’re people gonna say about you, about me, when they hear you?” 

It feels just like yesterday, your figure standing and facing your full length mirror, your reflection eyeing you with identical vacant eyes. Fingers running through your bed head, a wince escaping you at the movement. Bringing your hand up and catching a glimpse of a slight swollen purple bruise along your wrist and the dried blood on your knuckles, the skin stretching upon rotating your wrist and causing notable pain.

Alas, that pain paled in comparison to when your mom barged into your room, blaming you for the way you were acting and belittling your reasoning. Beckoning your father over to replace your broken vanity and for your house maid to disinfect the space, the place sparkling clean and void of any evidence of what had transpired the day prior. 

The shattered glass was picked up and thrown out, the splatters of blood were wiped clean, and whenever you brought up, what your mom refers to as ‘the temper tantrum’, you’re ignored by both your parents as they continued about their day, fearing the shame it would bring upon their name if the event was to catch others’ attention. 

“Good morning! I’ll be your server for the day. What can I get you?” the foreign voice sounds more comforting than your own mother’s, and you almost laugh at the irony of it, but you only return her smile and take a look at the menu. Lighting up a smidge at the name of one of the dishes, while your parents place their order.

“Can I please get the soufflé pancake?” you look up to catch the horrified look on your mother’s face, followed by her clicking her tongue and shaking her head as if your choice of food was shameful. 

“Certainly-”

“Uh, no she won’t be having that. Get her the Honzen Ryori,” your mother eyed your figure -whatever was visible to her from across the table- before turning to face the server again “maybe cut down on the rice, God knows she doesn’t need the extra calories.” and waves her off, disregarding your protests and tapping her nail against the table top, her annoying method in demanding your silence, which you subconsciously react to, snapping your mouth shut when the sound reaches your ears.

“What was that for? You know I like having sweet breakfasts,” was fuming even close to what you are feeling? Probably not. “Yes I can clearly see that, you’ve let yourself go as well. Do you think that boyfriend of yours will stick around when you start putting on even more weight?”

At a loss for words, you turn to your father, who has been quiet this whole time, for any sense of support when it comes to his wife. But the way he presses his lips together tells you all you need to know, how just because he isn’t bad as her, doesn’t make him that great of a parent. That standing by while you have been bullied your entire childhood and well into your adulthood is just as bad as being the cause of it. 

“God forbid he realizes how much of a train wreck you really are and throws you on the side of the street, because you know damn well we won’t be here to pick you up.”

It began as a whispering in the air. The day had been beautiful -well, as beautiful as it can be with the kind of day you’re having- and the sky was like a dome of plasma-blue. The clouds had looked like airy anvils drifting under the gleaming disc of sun. People quickened their pace as the clouds began to gather in the sky. The postcard-perfect sky started changing. The beautiful cocktail-blue shade merged in with the flaming orange and mesmerizing purple as the sun sunk deep into the horizon, before beginning to darken into gravel-grey. Large pillows of cloud start to form, blocking out the old-gold color of the sun.

The first splatter of rain hits you when you’re halfway across the street, dismissing the need to take shelter under the roof of the buildings like some passersby are doing, hoping to see out the shower. Droplets of moisture begin to drip onto your head, sprinkling onto you like a gardener’s hose. It was well after your meal with your parents, and you had spent the last few hours walking aimlessly through the streets, making sure to avoid those covered by your boyfriend during his patrol. Hoping, praying, that something will clear your head, will help your poor jumbled mess of a mind forget about this entire nightmare of a day.

Should’ve listened to him 

The rainfall intensifies, the drops drumming against the hood of the cars that you pass by, there is so much rain that the sound blurs into one long, whirring noise, reminding you of the blades of the fan that you stuck your finger in, that one time when you were left alone in your house when you were only five years of age. Eventually, they fade into a musical chime as you push your drenched hair away from your face and feel the vibration from your phone as it rings the ninth, maybe tenth time. 

He told me so. 

Tall apartment complex building; you couldn’t see its end from where you stand. You shiver as you approach it, the doorman - bless his heart - running and placing his umbrella to futilely shield you from the rain, and you just laugh and tell him that you’re already drenched and just waiting to go back home.

God forbid he realizes how much of train wreck I am

Not wanting to dampen the people at the elevator and make them uncomfortable, you take the stairs up to your shared apartment, you usually don't mind the exercise but with how heavy you feel after the rain and day spent up on your sore feet, all you think about is locking yourself in your room and discover what kind of new façade could you try and fool Katsuki with when he reaches home.

Just how I trick him into thinking I’m not with him to leech off of him

Eventually and with a struggle, you make it to the door, dreading the sight you might come to face, almost hoping for a black hole to emerge and swallow you whole.

What would people say about me? Do people think I’m crazy?

With a forced exhale out of your lungs, you fetch the key from your bag to unlock the door, but it’s wrenched open before you have a chance to insert your key.

“Where the hell have you been?” 

Your eyes meet the beautiful rubies of Katsuki, and despite his anger that always overcompensates his worry, you smile and throw yourself on him. The shivering ceasing when he wraps his warm arms around you and that loving caramel scent engulfs you, in spite of how your hair is drenching his shirt and how you sniff against his neck.

“You need a shower, you’re shivering.”

“Take one with me?” you look up at him through your lashes, and he blinks at your uncharacterized boldness but agrees nonetheless, helping you out of your clothes and turning on the hot water before stepping in with you.

It is a struggle to help you clean up when all you do is grab at him, whether they’re your hands on his shoulders to lower him to kiss you, wrapping your arms around him and pressing your breasts against him, or palming his hardening cock as the poor man tries to shampoo your hair.

“Would ya knock it off? I’m tryna help you here shitty woman” you frown and squint your eyes when the shampoo gets close to them. “I wanna have sex.” 

“Yea I can fuckin tell, just lemme-” you bring his arms down and press his palms to your boobs, letting go of his wrist when he starts squeezing at them. “Do you not want to?” he gulps, his dick twitching at the feeling of your soft mounds in his hands, your nipples covered up by the suds from the shampoo, as your finger traces the underside of his cock. “Yeah, I uh, fuck, I do, just- you need to wash up so you don’t get sick, alright?”

“Do you not think I’m pretty anymore?” you pout childishly, tears threatening to escape your eyes, and they burn as you close them when he washes the product out of your hair, a deep frown on his lips when you open your eyes back again. “The fuck you on about? That rain really fucked with ya?”

“Are you gonna get rid of me when you realize how much of a mess I am?” you whisper, your voice muffled under the sound of the shower above you, and you keep quiet as he helps you scrub your body, but your boyfriend is observant, he isn’t fucking dense.

“What do you want, right now?” he lowers himself to your level when he’s done, his hands stroking your cheeks as he eyes the way the water droplets cling to your lashes, but still not missing the red rimming around your eyes.

“I just wanna for- I uh, I wanna have sex.” you mumble, a plea hidden underneath your words, a plea to help you forget, to help you bury this day behind you and pretend it never happened.

What you don’t expect is the way that Katsuki pulls your naked wet body out of the bathroom and drops you on the bed, feeling your bodies dampening the bed as he hovers over you, no words are spoken between you as he kisses and nips at your skin. Marking it up and down as he all but worships your body, strands of his hair tangle between your fingers when you run your hands through it, arching your back at the feeling of his tongue tasting your slick.

He doesn’t let up until you cry out, and not in pleasure, your sobs far beyond those he loves to hear when he’s denying you an orgasm. No, they’re sobs that wreck your whole body, kicking away at his shoulders as you curl in on yourself and wail into the sheets. Sitting on his haunches on the floor, Katsuki’s eye soften at your figure, the way your shoulders are shaking and how -yet again- you’re trying to muffle your cries with the sheets this time, pressing your face against the mattress in an attempt to lower your noise, as your mother would call it.

“Hey, look at me” you feel his lips grazing your ear as he kisses it, pressing his lips against your temple, fingers unwrapping your fist against the sheet and digging into your hands and pressing kisses against the nail marks in the palm of your hands. “There she is, there’s my girl.” you hear when you lift your head from the bed, sight blurry from your shed tears but still easy to distinguish Katsuki even between billions of people.

You sniff when he kisses at your lids, groan when he chuckles and calls you ‘snot the naught’ when you wipe your nose with the back of your hand, beaming when he hears you let out one weak chuckle at the way he teases you. Still pressing his lips against any surface of skin he can reach.

“You don’t have to talk about it you know, to me at least” he mumbles to you when you’re both dressed in your sleepwear and are cuddling on the dry side of the bed, opting to change the sheet the next day. “Maybe, maybe we can get someone who can help you, you know.” you press your face deeper between his neck and shoulder, shuddering when his warm palms rub your back from under your shirt. 

“I can make some calls, get in contact with someone.” you lift your head. “But I can’t afford-” he tuts and frowns at you “None of that.” 

“Remember what I said when we agreed to move in?” you do, you just love the sound of his voice when he says it, feels like he’s making all these promises all over again. “Tell me.”

“Told ya I’d be whoever you want me to be, whoever you need me to be. I’ll be yer mom, even better than that bitch, I’ll support and love you unconditionally.” you sniff and tighten your hold against him as he presses his lips against your cheek. 

“I’d be better than yer pussy dad, you can rely on me any time and I’ll live up to all your expectations. And callin me daddy is always a plus” he tangles his legs with your own when you wiggle away from him, laughing and giving you no chance of escape, not that you are even thinking of it. 

“I’d even be yer genius fuckin nanny that taught you to tell yer mom to go fuck herself when you were four,” your suppressed giggles lights him up and he can’t help but chuckle as well. “I’ll be anything and everything you’ll ever need, baby. I’ll be your goddamn hero.”

The sun comes out again, casting slanted beams of light across the buildings. Steam rises slowly from the greenery. It rises up eerily and drifts mist-like towards the molten-gold sun, right before it escapes into the abyss. The image is so vivid that it stays with you for as long as you remember. Because on this exact day, the shrieking that follows you everywhere you go, haunting you and mocking you, suddenly is nowhere to be found. And all you can hear is the comforting sound of Katsuki as he hums you a lullaby to sleep.

aaaah I hope you like it!