#ashesmash writes

Summary: You’ve known Piccolo and you reproduce differently since the beginning of your relationship- before you were ever really dating. You thought it was fine until it’s not. Piccolo and Reader have to navigate their reproductive incompatibility. (Aka Writer takes some significant liberties with Namekian biology)

Big thanks to @ginrastandsby for beta-ing and the DB reader discord for support with my fics ! 🫶

FYI, this it technically in canon with another wip. I consider them the same Reader Character- for context 1) Reader is a childhood friend of Videl, shes Pan’s godmother. 2) Piccolo and Reader can have sex. He had an “appendage” that’s sheathes thats similar to a penis. It produces lubrication, but no genetic material/ sperm.

Piccolo stares at your sleeping form. He knows you don’t like it, but he’s feeling things he’s not quite sure how to process. It’s not like he needs sleep like you, so maybe if the Namekian stares long enough the puzzle will piece itself together. 

Eventually you rouse from it, mumbling a reminder and beckoning him to join you under the warmth of your comforter. Ready to drift back asleep. He usually lies with you, meditating until you wake but he doesn’t feel like joining you right this moment. 

“You want a baby.” Piccolo says flatly. It’s not a question, because he knows it’s true. He hadn’t been trying to eavesdrop on you or anything, he simply has very good hearing. Chatting with an old friend who’d just had a baby during a chance encounter earlier that day. Something about you wanting one of your own if the cards were ever right for you. 

You’re much more awake now. “This isn’t a middle of the night conversation Piccolo.” 

Piccolo knows that, he thinks. Navigating a relationship is new for the Namekian, while he’s been friends or allies with earthlings for two decades- most of his life- this is his first romantic and physical one. 

But he knows he loves you. It feels a little foreign, unlike his love for Gohan or Videl and Pan and maybe that’s why this bothers him. He can’t even place the feelings he is having now: he’s not angry, he knows anger, he’s not scared- this seems a little silly to be scared over? Worried. He thinks he’s worried. 

Piccolo touches his throat, it’s almost absentminded. “I can't … do that.” 

“I know.” You sigh. Not disappointedly, he thinks. You’re just tired. “Lo I don’t know why we’re having this conversation.” He’s not quite sure why either. It’s just bugging him and he’s not used to that.  

You huff, a little grumpy at being woken up. He acquiesces and crawls into the blankets with you, attempting to appease his slight of having woken you up. You curl up at his side, body warm with sleep. Piccolo always runs on the cooler side, not warm blooded like humans. You change that tucked into his side. “Can we talk about this in the morning?” 

When you do fall asleep, it’s restless. Even in the deepest parts of meditation he can tell you aren’t sleeping well. You can’t seem to get comfortable, nor does it seem you ever fully fall asleep.Eventually when the morning is still silver blue, you give up and wake yourself up. “You know, there are human men that couldn’t give me a baby right?” 

“I don’t … want you to do… that.” 

“I don’t want that either. I mean, even if we can’t have a baby together it doesn’t change the way I feel about you. Even if I want a baby, I still love you.” 

He turns his head and kisses the palm you tucked against the side of his face. You love him regardless, even if he can’t give you it. 

You eventually roll onto your stomach to look at him.“Is it even something you want.” 

For him, it feels very complicated. Very few Namekians ever reproduce. He thinks it sounds horrific. Not to mention his own relationship with his own father- or lack there of adds another layer of complexity. 

You having your own child through whatever alternative ways would just mean there would be another human in his life that he would eventually outlive. However, he doesn’t want to take that away from you. 

The two of you are reproductively incompatible. Technically, you’re both the egg bearers. Sex is only possible because Namekians still have vestigial appendages that are similar to penises. 

“I don’t know.” 

If he slept maybe he’d dream of it. Silence hangs in the air between you two. If his hearing wasn’t so good, he might think you were sleeping again. 

“Are you sad?” 

You take a deep breath before answering, which almost is an answer in itself. “A little bit, yeah. I knew you couldn’t- we couldn’t … do that since we first slept together. But I guess it feels different when we actually talk about it.” 

You curl yourself back up to his side. “Do you want to go back to sleep?” 

You nod. “You can go meditate outside if you want.” 

He usually does around this time in the morning while you sleep in. Piccolo shakes his head. He thinks he’d rather stay here with you. 

He has a feeling this topic is only shelved for later.  It’s not like you’re going to stop wanting it, even if you also love him. He wishes it was simpler, at least for your sake. 

At least you sleep a little more peacefully after that. 

… 

It’s a few days later when Pan is over that it comes back up again. The two of them are training and you’re sitting under the big tree outside your home. Usually you’d sit in your office to work, but it seems there’s been a bit of unspoken clinginess between the two of you. Luckily you already work from home and can work from almost anywhere as long as you have your laptop. 

“Pico, why is Auntie crying?” 

Piccolo turns his head to see you slip back into your shared home. He doesn’t see your face though. 

Piccolo ruffles a hand through Pan’s hair. “Go take a lap, I’ll make sure Auntie is okay.” 

You’re in the kitchen and you duck your head so he can’t see your face. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine. I just-“ Your voice cracks, betraying your words. “Just need a minute.” 

“Why are you crying?” He steps up behind you, but he’s not sure if he should touch. 

You shrug. “It’s fine. Go- Go train with Pan.” 

“She’s worried about you.” Maybe it’s a little cruel to play that card but if it will get you to tell him what’s wrong. When a fresh wave of tears starts, Piccolo can’t stand it anymore and tucks you against his chest. Wraps an arm around your crossed arms. 

“It’s awful and I feel guilty for feeling it.” You sob. 

This is the worst part- when he doesn’t know what to do. Usually you’re there to help guide him through it, but that’s wildly inappropriate at this moment. 

“Deep breath, please.” It’s shaky but you manage it. He lets you take another one too. “I’ve heard some pretty awful stuff, I doubt you could say anything as bad.” He strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers. 

“It feels mean to say to you, Lo.” 

“Do you intend to hurt me with it?” You shake your head. “Then please tell me so I can understand?” 

“Pan’s an only child…” He’s aware of that fact. You take another deep breath. “T-that’s fine, I just… I always figured it’d be okay cause she’d have a cousin or two eventually.” 

Goten’s still pretty young- by the time he might have kids, Pan will probably be a teenager… Oh. “Because you thought you’d have kids?” 

He’d never thought about it. He’s technically an only child, Gohan and Goten are far apart in age- at least Goten has Trunks to play around with. Bulla and Pan are close enough in age but that hardly means anything. 

You want to give her a playmate. 

It makes sense. The two of you love Pan more than anything, probably more than each other. 

“I'm sorry.” You say wetly. “I’m not trying to guilt you or anything…  I’m just sad about it.” 

“What can I do for you?” 

“I really just needed a minute, Big Guy.” You squeeze at an arm that’s wrapped around you. “I think I might go lie down for a little bit?” 

He holds you for another minute then lets you go upstairs. He waits until he hears you get into the bed before he leaves

When Piccolo comes back outside, Pan is sitting in the grass poking at a bug. She’s more like her dad than one would first believe by looking at her. “Why was Auntie crying, Piccolo?” 

“She’s sad, bud.” 

“Are you getting a divorce?” 

“What? No, where did you even hear that?” Technically, the two of you aren’t even married. Can he even legally get married? 

“One of my friends at school’s mom and dad are getting a divorce. Her mom is very sad when I see her.” 

Oh, that makes sense. 

“We had a grownup conversation recently and it made Auntie sad.” It’s hard because Piccolo can’t exactly talk to her about the truth. 

“When Daddy makes Mom upset, he buys her chocolates and flowers! You should do that Picco!”

“Yeah? Auntie’s laying down right now, think we should go get her something to cheer her up?” 

Pan nods enthusiastically. She hops up to take off to fly towards the nearest store. Piccolo glances back at your home before he takes off to join her. Hopefully you’ll be alright for a little bit by yourself. 

…

It seems fine at first. Piccolo has an armful of treats (all picked out by Pan). She’s not worried anymore, eager to help Piccolo “fix” your sour mood. 

Until they walk straight in front of the baby section. Rows and rows of pastel baby clothes. Bottles and pacifiers line the adjacent walls of the section. 

Something curdles in Piccolo’s stomach. He’s assumed he’s been feeling this way because you’re feeling sad and upset about this. Maybe he does want a baby? As bad as you do. Especially with the realization that yours and his baby would grow up with Pan. 

Pan tugs on his gi. “What’s wrong, Piccolo?” 

He blinks. “Just thinking that Auntie’s up by now.” He shrugs the arm holding all of the snacks Pan picked out. “Do you think this is enough?” 

It’s a bit early for him to be dropping off Pan but he feels it’s necessary.  Videl seems a little concerned but mostly just surprised. He assures her that something just came up. He’ll make it up to Pan another day. Maybe you and him can take her out for a fun outing when you’re in better spirits. 

He takes the plastic baggie of snacks and heads home. 

You’re still lying down when he returns. Laying on your stomach, face practically smothered in the pillow- he really hates when you sleep like this. Based on your breathing, you’re not quite sleeping but not quite awake. 

He crawls on top of you being careful to not put all his weight on you, but enough. You once told him about weighted blankets- that it’s comforting to have the extra pressure sometimes.

“I wish I could give you a baby.” 

“We could.” You mumble. Your voice is scratchy from sleep and crying, probably. 

The Dragon Balls? So you two could have a baby together? It feels ironic that Piccolo hadn’t thought of that. It’d be relatively easy- Bulma keeps them constantly collected and protected to be used if needed. 

He lets you turn over but he doesn’t get off of you, his head resting on your belly. “Do you really want to do that?” 

You shrug. “What if they were needed for something… more important?” ‘Something more important’ goes unsaid. Piccolo nods. That would be an awful thing for your baby to have over their head their whole lives. 

“If you really wanted… what’s it called when another man fathers a child for someone who can’t?” 

“Donor?” 

“If you really wanted it… you could do that.” Piccolo really doesn’t like that. He’d love your child because they’re part of you but he’d still struggle. 

“I… I want your baby, Lo.” You pout. “It’s selfish but I want you to get me pregnant and I want to have your baby. I know it’s unrealistic to want that but I do.” 

“But we can’t do that and we can’t… make it happen other ways… So?” 

You turn your face away. “I guess we just …don’t.” 

He rubs your hip, he hates that you’re sad and he can’t really do anything about it. “You’re still sad about it though, right?” 

“I might always be sad about it, Piccolo.” You sigh. “But we have Pan.” 

He nods. “We have Pan.” 

“And I love you. You know that right?” 

Of course he does. It’d be awkward because the two of you are so interconnected in your lives but if you didn’t want to be with him anymore- he’d understand if you left him. Being with a man who looks like an alien has been quite the adjustment. 

“Please don’t cry again.”  He points to the bag of acquired goodies. It’s set on the edge of the bed, but he doesn’t move away from you to actually retrieve it. “Pan picked you out snacks.” 

“Yeah? That’s where you went?” You giggle, a little forced but it lifts the mood. “Can I eat them in bed?” 

Piccolo grimaces. He takes the sanctity of your bed very seriously, you sleep there after all. “... If you really want to.” That makes you laugh a little more genuinely. 

Ultimately you decide to go eat your snacks downstairs during a movie. Snacks for dinner, though Piccolo will insist you eat something more substantial. You think maybe you’ll entice him into a warm bath later. 

Your phone buzzes: 

>> (Del) Pan said you were upset earlier? Everything alright?? 

You expected this. Pan’s still little and likely can’t keep a “secret” especially from her mother. 

Truth be told, Videl and Gohan have been far too involved in your relationship with Piccolo. Sure, they are your respective best friends- Videl is the reason you’re together. 

The first time you two had a serious argument, the married couple seriously meddled into getting you to talk to Piccolo again- even though you both really just needed some time to cool off. You know they were just trying to help but you don’t need that now. 

You sneakily snap a pic of your partner. He’s sitting with your feet in his lap, holding a plate of your treats so they don’t spill while you’re texting. 

>> (You) Just having a hard day. Nothing >> Sorry Piccolo brought Pan home early. 

Maybe someday they’ll be told. Perhaps you’ll sob to Videl after one too many glasses of wine on your rare Girls Nights or Piccolo will confide in Gohan about it. 

You get your period a week later and it sucks. It usually sucks but this time it’s just the awful cherry on top.

There were times in years past when you praised the heavens you even got it at all. Now you don’t even have a reason to worry about it being late which seems extra cruel. Like pressing on a too fresh bruise. Your biology is taunting you by just doing its natural job. You hate to continue stewing on the topic when you and your partner have essentially come to a dead end on it. Do not pass Go, do not collect 200 zenni, no baby- now or ever. 

The worst part is that Piccolo hovers when he returns from training. It’s worse than it usually is. 

“Get over here, you big dork.” You kick off your blankets from the pathetic little nook you’ve created on the couch. 

“You don’t feel well.” Piccolo almost pouts (he’d never admit to it, play it off as his general bluntness.) 

“I’d feel better if my big strong boyfriend came over here and squished me.” You try to entice. 

Worst feeling of all is that he hesitates. You know it’s because he’s worried about you not feeling well- he likes to be helpful when you need him. So enticing him into snuggling up with you means he isn’t quite available like that. 

Admittedly, your relationship has hit a rough patch. Really, not much changes- you’re just sadder.  You’re not sure Piccolo understands abstract grief, if he quite understands grief at all. Sex is a little rocky, but Piccolo’s sex drive kind of depends on yours. He still holds you at night while you sleep and he meditates. 

It’s no one’s fault. Well, you wouldn’t blame Piccolo. 

You decide you need a weekend getaway together. Planning it gives you something to do while you’re too miserable to do anything deemed more important. You can look at beaches and mountains while you’re curled up in bed or the couch while you wait for the pain reliever or heating pad to do its work. You book a cabin for when work isn’t going to be busy and hope the world isn’t exploding or whatever then. 

You also decide to make the weekend as ‘normal’ as possible. You pack Piccolo clothes that aren’t his gi,  even if he’ll probably just end up wearing it anyways and drive to your destination. 

The two of you are settling into your vacation lodging. You’re doing something in the kitchen, probably snacking- Piccolo finds something else to do when you’re eating usually. He starts putting the things you’d packed for the weekend away in the set of drawers in the bedroom. 

Halfway through, he finds a little purple velvet bag he doesn’t recognize. 

Inside is an egg. It’s squishy but still has a bit of firmness to it and is swirled with different shades of green. On the wider side it has a little tail with a loop at the end. 

It’s clearly either a new acquisition or something you’ve never shown him. The latter would be odd, he’d seen a lot of your stuff when you’d moved into him. You even showed him your smutty alien romance books.  “What’s this?” 

Your eyes widen at the toy in his hand. 

“I thought, maybe.” You pause to collect your words, fidgeting a bit. Why are you nervous? “I thought maybe we could try… roleplay?” 

“I don’t think I know what that word is?” 

“It’s like … pretending? But during sex… to make it more interesting?” 

You’ve had to teach him pretty much everything about sex. This is a new one. The squishy egg thing is  still unknown. “So what’s this for?” 

Your cheeks are flushed. “I thought we could … pretend. It goes … in me?” Piccolo cocks his head, appraising the piece of silicone. If his eyes were lighter colored, you’d see his pupils dilate wide.  “It’s a silly idea, we don’t have to.” You say hurriedly. 

Piccolo wraps a hand around your forearm to pull you closer. “Can we try it now?” 

It flusters you for a second. “Yeah, big guy. We can try it now.” 

You need a moment to emotionally prepare yourself and clean up your snack. Plus you had an extra surprise planned for this. Piccolo retrieves extra bedding from the linen closet and makes a “bed”- little more than a nest of pillows and blankets in the main room. He worries about making a mess in the actual bed so this will do. 

You seem nervous when you join him, which is odd for you. You’ve always been the more confident one when it comes to bedroom activities. Even so, you smile at the little bed he’s kneeling in. It’s reminiscent of the beginning of your relationship, when he didn’t have a bed. “I’m not wearing cute undies.” You squeeze your fingers.

“That’s okay.” He doesn’t really care about your underwear choices, getting to see you in anything is great. He’s not particularly a connoisseur of women’s underwear. 

You shrug. “I thought it’d be fun… for this.” 

“You can change if you want.” Piccolo is plenty patient after all. 

“It’s alright… We might need lube though.” You glance back at the bedroom. Before you can go to retrieve it yourself, Piccolo extends his arm to snag the bottle of lube you’d packed in your bag. It’s tossed to the perimeter of the bedding.

“I need help with what I’m supposed to do.” Piccolo holds the little egg carefully between two fingers.

You shake your head. “We can just do the regular stuff. We don’t have to do that.” 

“I want to. Don’t you?” Piccolo cocks his head at you. You bought and packed it to be used right? 

He watches you hesitate, picking at a piece of dry skin on your bottom lip. He pries your hand away before you can make yourself bleed. “I guess I’m just not… ready.” 

“Not ready now or not ready until later?”

You shrug. Piccolo feels like he’s messed up. You’re a planner by nature- you probably had something planned and it’s thrown you off that he’s launched you straight into it. 

He sets the toy down next to the bottle of lube, deciding to forget about it for now. It might get lost in the sheets all together anyways. “Will you come lie down with me? I bet you’re tired from traveling, huh?” 

Before you climb into the little love nest, you shuck off your sweatpants. Your underwear are not as ghastly as you seem to think they are. A simple practical pair. He has a feeling that you had something “sexier” picked out, made of lace and straps. Your bra has been long since shucked off after arriving at your vacation lodging. 

You’re always up for a nice cuddle and he is right, you are tired. He rubs at the base of your neck and you practically purr. Maybe a nap would do you good and you’ll be right and ready after. 

“Lay on your stomach for me?” 

You look at him skeptically, but logically you know your partner isn’t one to cause mischief.  You tuck a pillow under your head and turn over.  

Laying on your stomach, in nothing but a pair of panties. Piccolo’s goal is to make you more comfortable.

He skips your lower half for now- you might need him to work out those muscles after fun times. Although it might be fun to pin you down and make you stretch your leg muscles while you squirm underneath him, Piccolo currently aims to actually accomplish his goal. 

Maybe later though. 

You’re always complaining about your back hurting, usually a result of sitting improperly while you work. You sigh as he works his thumbs into the knots. 

Slowly he works his hands up your back, over each segment of your spine. Piccolo spends the most time on your neck and shoulders. It’s where you’re holding the most tension. You do a very convincing job of enticing him to continue, groaning and sighing. 

Rubs his thumb into the base of your skull. You seem properly relaxed, laying slack in the floor bed. 

Piccolo slides a large hand from the back of your neck to under your jaw. Very gently he lifts your head so you look at him above you. 

“Hey Big Guy.” You smile lazily at him. Anyone else should be far more afraid with his hand around their throat. He ducks down, a little to the side to force you into a kiss. The position of the kiss forces him to drape over you, careful to not squish you too much. “Want me to touch you more?” 

You squirm, arching against him. You like it when he uses his size and weight against you. He’s usually extra careful about it but there are times when he can use it to his advantage. “Y-yeah, Lo.” 

Piccolo thinks you just need him to take the lead  tonight. People outside of the relationship probably assume Piccolo is the more dominant of the two of you. He’s bigger and stronger, he’s the “man.” In some ways it’s true, but more often than not you’re the one guiding the situation when it comes to the bedroom. He yields to you when it’s needed. 

He runs his knuckles over the crotch of your panties. “Here?” 

You nod wordlessly, lifting your hips as a means to entice him further. It’s not like it’s hard either. 

Back in the beginning of your relationship, you were quite concerned about taking ‘advantage’ of the Namekian- despite him being a more powerful being but you being the more experienced person. Tonight, he’s the one making sure everything is on track and fun. 

You lift your hips so he can pull off your underwear, finally leaving you fully naked for him. You’re already wet, not enough but more than your body’s natural wetness. 

He starts slowly, just barely touching you, splitting your folds with the back of his fingers. Clearly you’re pent up from the lack of intimacy in the relationship recently. Now that Piccolo thinks about it, he doesn’t think you’ve had any alone time either. 

Piccolo has learned he’s good with his fingers. It’s not hard to bring you towards release with them. Only very rarely does he deny you of it, but not today.

He might be relatively novice, but he did have a pretty good teacher. Works his fingers in and out of your spasming walls. Tucks his unoccupied hand around your hip and under you so he can rub circles around your clit. The position is a little awkward for that but it’s enough stimulation.  

Lying on your stomach gives him ample access to  the sensitive spot inside you.  He does wish he could see your face better in this position, but you’ve buried it in the pillow. 

He watches you grip at the pillow and the linens beneath you. All those muscles he worked so hard to rub out go tight, tight, tight and then finally, go completely lax. 

When he pulls his fingers out of you, he finds that the fluids left behind are clear and sticky. He unceremoniously wipes it in the bedding. You’re laid slack, trying to catch your breath,  “All done?” Piccolo asks,  rubbing gently where the back of your thigh meets your butt cheek.

It takes a second before you can calm your breathing, or maybe find your voice. You turn your head to look at him, seemingly thinking for a minute. 

“Can I give you a blowjob?” 

Piccolo makes a face. He’s never quite understood the appeal of that. Sure, your mouth is warm and wet like the entrance between your legs but one doesn’t have teeth and doesn’t involve sticking his dick into where you breathe from. You’ve admitted you don’t mind him not particularly liking them. 

But you’re asking to do it, so that must mean you want to. 

“I’m not… out yet.” Aroused yes, but it’s not uncommon when he needs a little extra effort for this part. 

“You know I don’t mind.” In all honesty, his anatomy isn’t too dissimilar to yours when he’s sheathed. It doesn’t quite provide the same stimulation as it does for you, but it does mean you perform similar foreplay acts on him. Usually that’s about as close as he lets you get with your mouth, using your tongue on his slit. 

Like he’s learned how to satisfy you, you’ve learned how to for his body. A little coaxing with your fingers and he slides right out for your waiting mouth. You guide him to grip at your hair, seeming pleased when he takes a good fistful. Bobbing your head with a nod and humming around him. 

Eventually you dare to go deeper, he’d probably barely notice it he couldn’t feel your gag reflex reacting to the intrusion. You’re going slow enough that it’s not a problem. 

It’s hard to keep his hips still. Despite his logical mind being weary of this act, the baser part of his instincts do very much want to grip you by the skull and drive his cock down as far down your throat as it can go. Hard. So he just grips at your hair a little tighter. 

Piccolo thinks you’re doing a very good job at trying to be enticing. At your height difference with this position, you can’t even reach the hilt, but it’s enough. But it’s hard to watch you struggle, even if both of you are seemingly enjoying it. 

“I’m not going to … finish like this.” It feels good, sure, you’re very good at whatever you’re doing with your mouth. Maybe it’s a mental thing. He’s let you have your amusement. 

“You wanna come inside me?” You coo sweetly, continuing to mouth at his shaft. He grunts, tugging your hair again, this time to try to redirect you to the next part. 

A little giggle bubbles out of you, before you flop back into the blankets. If it wouldn’t mean practically tackling you, he would have caught you to make sure you don’t bump your head. 

“The toy can’t go in before…” You kind of nod your head. “Maybe after, okay?” 

Piccolo nods. “What else should I do?” 

“Just dirty talk I guess. Say what you wanna do to me with the toy.” Piccolo ponders. He’s never been quite good at that part. “I can help with it, bud.” You add, easing him back into your little love nest. 

You decide to be on top- another uncommon occurrence in your bedroom activities. Piccolo’s hips are hard to accommodate in this position and you don’t always have the endurance in your hips and knees to  keep up with it. The position lets him slip deeper than any of them, the blunt end of his cock nudging against the plug of your womb. Makes you gasp. 

“Too much?” 

You rock against him. “Jus’ gotta get used to it. Can feel you all the way here.” You pet across your lower stomach. 

He should have been more diligent about keeping you stretched out, even if you aren’t actively having sex in recent times. But it really only does take a moment and then you’re putting in a valiant effort to bounce on his cock. 

“You wanna put the egg in me? Deep like this,” you guide his hand to press into the fat of your tummy. “Right here?” 

Oh this is the Roleplay thing. 

A growl rumbles deep from his chest. Your eyes go wide and your hips stutter in response. Then you surge forward to kiss him a little too eagerly and he has to catch you so you don’t smash your face into his. It’d likely hurt you more than him. 

Like this your movements turn more into grinding than bouncing. He flexes his hips to push himself deeper into you. “You want it bad too, huh?” 

“Ye- yeah, Lo.”

He takes the initiative and grabs you to flip both of you over. It makes you squeal in surprise. For a moment, Piccolo loses himself in the fantasy. He almost believes that if he indeed tried hard enough, he could fuck you hard enough that it would take. (If he weren’t mostly concerned about how you feel wrapped around him, he’d wonder where that urge comes from.) 

Piccolo knows you’ll stop him if he’s being too rough. Your fingernails trace the ridges on his arms. They dig in as you try to hang onto him, it doesn’t really hurt as he has thicker skin, but he is aware of the feeling. 

You’re perfect. Warm, tight, clenching around his cock. His partner, mate, whatever. Love of his life. Future mother of his-

It should give him pause, but instead it hits him like a train. “You just gotta come for me big guy.” You lock your legs around him best you can. It should be embarrassing, how easily you can coax him into an orgasm. But how could it be when you’re so very convincing? 

It hits hard, cumming feels like he’s been wrung completely dry. For all the resolve he’s put into training his muscles, now they seem particularly useless. He goes slack on top of you. 

Piccolo is heavy. It’s rare he rests his full weight on top of you to prevent actually squashing you. You like it though. At this moment, he needs it. Needs to stay inside you for a little bit longer, so close there’s no difference between where you end and he begins. 

“It’s not often you’re the one tired out after one round.” You coo, breathily. It’s hard to catch your breath when your giant boyfriend is doing his best impression of your weighted blanket. 

Piccolo's stamina has nothing to do with this, even if it was particularly intense. 

You shiver a little when Piccolo pulls out, unplugging your entrance and letting his fluids dribble out of you. It’s noticeably a lot more than usual- clear evidence of the lack of intimacy between you two as of late. 

You whine at the feeling, attempting to clamp your legs together. Or maybe because your boyfriend is openly staring at your pussy. The evidence of his climax is clear as day. “You didn’t come.” 

You shrug half heartedly. “I was close.” You once explained to him, sometimes it just doesn’t happen. That’s probably especially true when your partner comes embarrassingly fast. “We weren’t supposed to be done after you’re finished.” 

You half roll over to rifle through fabric, procuring the items deposited there. The little toy- the egg and the lube. It’s a little bigger than a chicken egg. “I can do it if you don’t want to.” No, he definitely wants to do it. 

“I can do it.” 

You give him a little nod. Reassurance for you or him, he’s not sure. “Just push it in gently with your fingers. Not too deep, I don’t want to struggle getting it out.” 

Some sick part of Piccolo does like the idea of that. Maybe a larger one, that you have to push and push and push to free it from your body. It slides in easily with some lube and the mixture of your fluids. He watches you clench around the silicone toy. 

“How does it feel?” If he pressed his fingers into the flesh of your pubic mound, he could probably feel it inside of you if he pushed hard enough. That’d probably be uncomfortable so he just caresses there firmly. 

You whimper, your hips twitching to meet his fingers. “It’s just kind of a pressure. Feels full- Good job, you did a good job.” 

Piccolo’s cock twitches to life again, it hasn’t sheathed yet. That feral feeling has twitched to life again too. Hauls you into his lap so he can notch against your hole. 

“Careful!” Your hips jump a little, he’s not sure if you’re trying to retreat or seek more stimulation. 

He cocks his head at you. “We gotta… complete the goal, right? Can’t just put the egg in you.” He keeps a hand splayed across your pelvis. You whine, head bobbing a little. Your eggs have to be fertilized. It doesn’t make sense- he doesn’t even produce sperm. Piccolo knows he can’t penetrate you now, you told him such and he knows how to listen. “I won’t go in, just… close enough.” He pushes against your folds. It’s slick and you’re just getting wetter. 

He can't help but be entranced by the way you clench around the toy. That must be the point of the toy, to put pressure on your g-spot without actual penetration. The simulation of a part of his own biology is just an added bonus. He wonders if you could keep it inserted throughout the day another time. Will you want to use the toy again? Or is it just for this special occasion? 

Your back bows more and more while he rubs practiced circles against your clit.  Gently, he pushes his fingers back into you to press the toy harder against your walls. He's being careful, keeping the little tail tucked between them. “Do a good job for me too. Come for me .” You whine again. Now that he’s got his fingers inside you he can feel it, clenching tight tight tight. Keeping an even pace with his other hand around your bud. 

“Wait-” You cry but it's already too late. The wave comes crashing over you and with it a tidal of fluids gushing out of you. “Oh shit-” 

Piccolo pushes forward and replaces his fingers inside you with his cock, not in- just enough that the blunt head is pushed in a little. You struggle to find purchase somewhere to hold on, but it does prove helpful as you touch all over his shoulders and arm and chest.  All it takes him is one and then two firm strokes of himself and his own wave comes crashing over him. 

“Good job.” He groans as he rides through his own second orgasm. You shiver when he pushes himself through your folds once again. He rewards you with kisses pressed to your face. 

Piccolo rolls off you this time- sparing you the full body contact. You cross your arms loosely over your chest, he watches it heave as you come back to your brain. Gives you a minute or two before he sits himself up to move on to the next part.  “Are you going to lay here for a while?” 

You roll over a little, cringing at the feeling of the cooling fluids between your legs. It's all over you honestly. “We should clean up- I gotta get this thing out of me first, it can’t stay in for too long.” 

“Do you need help with that part?” He did put it in after all, he could have pulled it out when he had his fingers in you before. That might have proved to be unsatisfactory at the moment however. 

“No it’s easy enough to remove- it’s why it’s got the tail. I just gotta-“ You roll over fully so you can sit up. You wobble a bit, your legs and hips and likely your whole body turned to jello. 

Piccolo wraps a strong arm around your shoulders to steady you. You make a noise somewhere between a hum and a groan, knocking your forehead against his shoulder. “Dizzy?” 

“A little.” 

“Take your time.” He can hold you for as long as you need. 

You take another moment before reaching between your legs. You’re trying to take it slow, either prolong the feeling or delay the ending all together. Maybe next time you’ll let him feel you doing it, or even do it himself.  You grunt a little. He hears a soft pop as you pull the toy out of your entrance. 

You pull your face away from where your forehead rested against his shoulder. There are a few wet lines running the lengths of your cheeks. You’re crying. “Did that hurt?” Piccolo thumbs at a fat tear. 

You jerk back, like you’ve been startled. “No, it’s fine.” Your voice betrays you, cracking. You turn your face away, hiding it as you wipe away the tears. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“S’nothing, it just happens sometimes. Hormones or something.” You shrug. You’ve never cried after sex before, not with Piccolo at least. Maybe a tear or two that escapes during pleasure, but not like this. 

“You’re really okay?” You nod with your face hidden in your hands. “… you’ll feel better if we get cleaned up. Do you want a bath, shower?” You probably feel pretty gross. 

You deflate. “Not right now.” 

Piccolo resorts to picking you up to go to the  bathroom. Lets you use the toilet in private while he retrieves clean things for you both. Forgoes any of the pajamas you’d packed for yourself and picks out one of his shirts instead. His clothes usually end up in your wardrobe eventually, although it has grown significantly since the two of you started dating. He also grabs a bottle of water from the fridge. 

He hears the sink running when he returns. Steam billows up from the faucet, indicating you let the flow heat up. You just stare at it. 

Piccolo picks you up again, setting you on the counter which makes you shiver. Puts the bottle of water in your hands. “I’m sorry.” He’s partially apologizing for you being cold, but maybe also the other stuff. 

You shake your head. “Not your fault. I thought it’d be fun.” 

You don’t seem particularly motivated to actually get to the task at hand: cleaning yourself up. It’s alright, he can do it. 

He’d seen you fish your toiletries bag out of your luggage when the two of you’d first arrived. First, he turns down the temperature of the water to wet a washcloth. Hands it to you with some of your face wash deposited on the cloth. Hopefully it will help calm some of the splotchiness on your face from crying. 

Rinses the cloth thoroughly after you hand it back. He only lets you clean your face since it’s easier, he has big hands and doesn’t particularly want to poke you in the eye. To help, he does a diligent job of wiping between your legs. “You didn’t enjoy it at all?” 

Your eyes go wide- for a second he thinks you might start crying again. “I did- it felt good- I just-“ You’re not close enough to starting your period again for you to be feeling like this. Cracked open like an egg, raw.

“Shh, deep breath. I’m not upset.” Piccolo smooths a big hand over the side of your face. He’s just worried he pushed a boundary he didn’t quite know existed. 

You lean into him, which is a good sign that you’re not upset or uncomfortable by him. “The sex was fine. I just-” you worry your bottom lip with your teeth for a second. “I thought we could find satisfaction with the toy.” 

“I pushed you to use it before you were ready.” 

“I’m the one who bought and packed it. I thought I’d be fine with playing and then I had to-  I didn’t think it through all the way, Lo.” You sigh. Piccolo rubs your temple. He’s only so good at the soothing part.

“We’ve been naked too long.” You grumble, pushing off the counter after a few minutes of silent comforting.  You go grab a dry towel. He watches you in the mirror as you dry off. He cleans himself and washes his hands, you set to work on putting your clothes. Well you pick them up from where he set them on top of the toilet. 

“You know I’m not just… sad right?” You fiddle with your underwear. “I’m trying not to be but it’s not just being sad. It’s grieving, but not like if I lost something or someone. Like I’m grieving something I’ll never know.” 

Piccolo doesn’t know what to say. 

“It’s okay if you don’t understand.” You’re idling to put your clothes on still, so he’s able to pull his pants on before you even step into your underwear. 

You’re used to this part in your relationship. Sometimes Piccolo needs time to process and learn what things actually mean. Right now it feels like it’s never been this severe. 

He pulls his shirt from your grip, deciding to let you put your underwear on.  Maybe he’s letting you keep that boundary, even if that really doesn’t make much logical sense. Pulling it over your head for you. 

You decide to skip the underwear all together once you stick your arms through the sleeves. “I’m going to go to the bedroom, okay?” 

Piccolo follows, much like he always does.

“You can go out if you want.” You tuck yourself into the duvet on the bed. You’re likely going to take a post sex nap. You were ready to have a good cuddle and take a nap before everything. The emotions probably didn’t help on that front either. 

Piccolo frowns. You’ve been offering that more, letting him leave when you’re planning on resting or even just sleeping at night. It was fairly common in the beginning of your relationship. Back then he didn’t always hold you when you slept, but he did often stay with you at least.

He knows he’s absolutely going to not do that. He slides into the bedding with you. Slots a thick thigh between yours and wraps his arms around yours. His fist settles against your sternum so he can feel your heartbeat. His other arm pillows your hands head, you give his palm a kiss before you interlock your fingers with his. 

The position forces you to settle, like he’s wrestled you into a nap. Instead of following suit and closing his eyes, Piccolo watches you as you lie in his arms. 

“Bud, you know I can’t sleep if you’re staring.” 

“Sometimes, I miss you. But not because I haven’t seen you, I miss you like you’re… gone.” There will be someday when he will never see you again. Piccolo will outlive you and he’s never realized that's what he’s feeling. 

You’re feeling that for something, someone who will never exist. 

“I wish… I could give you an …egg? Maybe just a baby, I guess.” He’s decided to try a new game of Pretending.  

You’re silent for a moment. “You’re lucky I don’t mind, that's as weird as it sounds.” You make a plucking motion at him, pretending to eat something. “How would that even work? Swallow it and puke up a baby?” 

It wouldn’t. It’s not possible anyways but he lets you entertain it.  Maybe he is too. 

“… I think you’re the weird one.” 

“Alright, Green Bean.” 

Piccolo pinches your thigh, makes you giggle. “I thought you were napping?” Ignore the fact he’s the one who is keeping you up to begin with. 

You yawn. “I wish … we had takeout.” 

“I can get it for you.”

“I want it to just magically appear though!” You make a tiny pinching motion with your fingers again. “You should make a tiny set of dragon balls- for the silly things. Like the size of marbles.” 

“Ours are the smallest set. You do know they aren’t always used for serious stuff.” 

“For Chinese food though?” 

Honestly, the dragon balls have been used for less for serious stuff- like resurrection of people or planets and more for things like Bulma’s cosmetic alterations,  woman’s panties. Piccolo shrugs. “I guess probably not that.” 

“See! We need tiny ones, maybe there’d only be like… four. The dragon could be … a snake. Wait then they’d be snake balls.” 

Piccolo rolls himself over onto his back, still keeping you close. “I need to meditate to forget this conversation.” 

You snort. Your silly little game (annoy your boyfriend for your own amusement) has been won, even if you were the one playing it. He sees you open your mouth to say something again, but covers your mouth before you can. “Nap.” 

You get so warm when you sleep. Piccolo would almost worry about a fever if he didn’t know better. 

He lets you nap for longer than you should, the evening has come and it’s gotten dark outside. You’re exhausted and while it’ll only be a long weekend, this is supposed to be a vacation. It’s supposed to be relaxing. 

He knows you’ll probably be hungry soon. Piccolo, despite not usually eating himself, can usually figure out what he thinks you’ll like. He’d go get something for you, but he didn’t want you to wake up alone. You shift a little, huffing as you push the blankets away in an attempt to cool down.

“Ready to wake up?”

You groan, still not quite awake. “Never” 

You hate when your feet touch when you overheat, so you hook one of your legs over his. It forces you to roll over a little. It seems you’re just as hesitant to break the physical contact as he is. There’s no pressing matters, you’re on vacation. The two of you can remain glued to each other for just a little bit longer. 

You shift a little more and his pelvis slots against your bum. “You’re still hard?” 

“Not really.” Unlike humans, Piccolo doesn’t really have a flaccid state. Just unsheathed and sheathed. “It happens sometimes.” 

“Do you want help with it?” 

“It’s fine, it’ll go down in a little bit.”  

“You could just put it in.” You have that little lilt to your voice when you’re being cheeky. “Just for a little bit.”

Piccolo slides his hand downward, at some point it’d settled across your belly. “Was earlier not enough for you? Were you having good dreams?” Forgoing your underwear gives him easy access. You’re wet again. Eager too apparently, because you spread your legs a little more to give him more. 

A giggle bubbles from your chest. “Maybe I just wanna be closer for a while.” You seem to be in better spirits now, the rest probably helped. 

You turn your head to kiss him. It’s slow, and you gasp into his mouth when he prods at your folds. It’s barely any stimulation, maybe you’re a little sore from earlier. “Sensitive?” 

You kind of make a hum, sort of a groan. “It’s fine- please?” 

“I’m not going to make you beg.” 

He manages to kick off his pants before he shifts you again, just to align everything  better. Believe it or not, it’s quite easy for Piccolo to physically manipulate you. One of the perks of having a big, strong extraterrestrial boyfriend. 

He situates you with your side to his front, a bit rolled over  with one of his arms wrapped around your waist from underneath. Your leg hooked over his hip to keep you spread for him.  You’re still relaxed from earlier, he only meets a bit of resistance from your walls when he pushes in. 

It’s a little bit awkward considering the position, but the two of you are literally entangled in each other. Piccolo isn’t penetrating quite as deep other positions might provide- probably what you need after what your earlier romp entailed. It’s more about the closeness, the intimacy than the wanton pleasure. He thinks so anyways. 

Now that he has a free hand he wraps it around the leg positioned across his, letting him push inside you just a bit more. You make a sound that’s a bit of a gasp and a cry- you were holding your breath. He rubs at your inner thigh, kisses your temple. “You okay?” 

You nod, he can feel your head move against where it rests on his bicep. “Yeah, yeah.” 

“Do you want me to move?” 

You shake your head this time, with vigor. “I know it’s probably weird-“ 

“I’m not going to complain.” Not with his cock nestled inside your warmth. Not while he can enjoy your closeness. “Just lay here?” 

“Just for a little bit.” You fall silent again. He listens to your breathing for a while, thinking you might have fallen asleep again. He idly touches where he can. Down your thigh, across your hip and stomach to between your breasts. He’s not someone who minds the silence. So he gives you a few minutes.

“Fall asleep on me again?” 

Your eyes flutter in the darkness, blinking open. “I’m just… focusing. Like meditating.” Piccolo wouldn’t mind if more of his meditation sessions entailed his appendage seated deep inside of you. 

“Pervert.” You giggle. 

“I’m the pervert?” 

The back of your hand grazes his face, running your fingers over his jaw. “I know what you were thinking~” 

“I believe if I’m a pervert, it’s your fault.” He was a ‘virgin’ before you after all. “You’ve corrupted me.”

“I suppose you’re not entirely wrong about that.” You clench around him, making a little noise in reaction. Piccolo rubs at the meat of your inner thigh to relieve the tension.  He reminds himself that you’re owed a leg massage, even if you never asked or implied you want one. He’d skipped it during your earlier relaxation session. “It’s so cute how gentle you can be.” 

“I don’t generally want to hurt you.” 

“I know.” You say so tiny. If his hearing wasn’t so sensitive and you weren’t so close, he might not have heard it, “I don’t know what I would do without you, Lo.” 

“I should say the same about you.” 

You push your face into him as best you can, kind of half nuzzling his neck and shoulder. Piccolo listens intently, to make sure you’re not crying. No, you just fall silent, curling into him best you can while you’re entangled as such. 

Unfortunately he can’t let you fall back asleep- maybe this is an activity the pair of you should try another time. Let you sleep while you’re pressed up against him and he’s pressed into you. 

It’s not too long before you rouse yourself, no longer fighting the squirm. “Need me to move, sweet girl?” 

“Y-eah, yeah.” 

He wraps both of those impressively sized arms around your middle to give himself leverage to thrust forward. Tries to keep it slow, gentle and even. There’s no rush. Just him slowly pushing into you, barely more than grinding. Despite that, you can do little more than cling to him for dear life. 

“Touch yourself for me.” Piccolo woefully has his hands full, one around your middle and the other returned to hold under your knee. 

“Should have packed a vibrator.” You say breathily as you carefully press your fingers to your poor abused clit, only for a second. Too sensitive, Piccolo guesses. 

You manage to twist yourself back around to face him. Your knee back over his thigh, pushing your hips to meet his. More importantly, it puts you face to face, closer. You loop your arms over his shoulders and eagerly press kisses to wherever your mouth can reach. 

Meeting your end seems to be a little spontaneous. Maybe it’s the position, maybe he hits the right spot, maybe it’s that you’re pressed so closely together. Maybe you’re just so sensitive from earlier.

He might not even have noticed if he hasn’t been able to feel you around him. A little gasp, barely more than a shiver. Your head lolls to rest on his shoulder. 

His body is conditioned to your pleasure, molded by it- his orgasm snaps like a hair trigger because of yours. You clutch impossible closer to him, the last pulses of your climax coaxing him to completion. 

His cock has had enough, apparently- starting to retreat back into his body. Piccolo would definitely be content to keep it sheathed inside of you. The rest of him stays, also content to let you curl into him- at least for a few minutes. He presses a kiss to the top of your head as compensation. 

“As much as I’d love to lie here for the rest of the night, you need dinner.” The risk of you falling back to sleep is great, as much as he doesn’t wish to disturb this. 

You shrug. “I don’t really wanna be around people.” You’d meant to have gotten groceries this afternoon. He really derailed the whole day by finding that little silicone egg. 

“You’ll be grumpy if you don’t eat something.” Usually you’re the one dragging him along on dates. Although after getting properly cleaned up and dressed, it might be far too late. You make a noise of displeasure. “I can go get you something.” As much as he doesn’t want to leave you, you likely need some recovery.

You groan, face pressed against his chest. “Yeah, yeah. Unfair that I’m the only one who has to eat.” 

You left your phone on the nightstand. He manages to turn the light on and grab your phone for you, despite you doing your best impression of a parasitic koala. 

Another perk of your relationship is that you don’t have to worry about compromising with Piccolo on where to eat. It takes you some time to decide where you’d like to eat but you pick something out. You hand your phone over to Piccolo as a courtesy, he does sometimes eat. Most of the time he just eats off your plate, but that’s usually only a few bites here and there. 

Tonight, he doesn’t much feel like it, but he does adds some extra snacks to the order- for you. 

It takes another few minutes to wrangle you off of him. Piccolo redresses himself while you lounge on the bed still. Shirt haphazardly pulled down over your front, knees clamped together 

“You should get cleaned up while I go get your takeout.” 

You groan. “I should probably clean up the mess in the living room.” 

“I’m going to go get your food- take another few minutes, go pee and then run a bath.” “And get a bottle of water.” 

You pout at him. “Bossy.” He ruins your pout with a kiss before he leaves. 

…. 

It seems you followed his instructions by the time he gets back. The mess in the living room has been cleaned up, however he finds you sitting in the bath. 

You have one of those silly plush headbands with cat ears on them and thankfully, you seem relaxed. One of your silly podcasts or audiobooks or whatever is playing out of your phone’s speaker, tossed on the floor next to your towel. 

“Hey big guy.” You coo. 

He left your dinner out in the kitchen. “I brought you a snack.” And a fun little drink and a bottle of water. 

You blink at the smaller clamshell in his hand. “You got me a snack?” 

“Figured you would want to wait to eat your meal until after you were out of the bath.” 

You open it gingerly in interest, seemingly pleased with the surprise and his choice of your treat. You cradle the togo box in your hands when you sit back in the bath. “Join me?”

The bathtub at this particular lodging is large, it was a part of the reason you’d picked it. Large enough it’d fit both you and your oversized boyfriend. You ask so sweetly, it’s not like he’s going to decline. 

You ogle him as he undresses. “What?” 

“I can’t appreciate how good my boyfriend looks?” You ask almost innocently. You push your shoulders back, less innocently. 

“What has gotten into you?” Piccolo’s stamina is impressive, his sexual appetite less so. He can’t conceive that you’d still be left wanting. He’s not one to be over confident but he truly can’t fathom that you aren’t satisfied from earlier. 

“I looked at my calendar earlier, I think I’m ovulating.” 

“Oh.” 

You snort. “How ironic is that?” 

“Does that bother you?” 

You shrug. “It’s not like I can really do much about it, Piccolo… well I could but it seems rather pointless considering.” You pull the drain to let some water out, so it doesn’t overflow. Piccolo sinks into the tub opposite you. The heat of the water in turn seeps into his body. “Can I join you over there?” 

“Are you going to behave?” Another round for either of you would be totally irresponsible. 

“I’ll keep my hands to myself.” You settle between his legs, back to his front. You trace the ridges and plating on his forearm. 

“Do you need to wash your hair?” He’s done it before. You caught a stomach bug from Pan and by the time it’d passed you were so weak you couldn’t hold your arms up to wash it. It was rather distressing at the time- but Piccolo has learned most of your specific care routines. He likes being able to help. 

“I probably should, but it’ll be alright until tomorrow just in case we go… doing something.” 

“Something?” 

You shrug nonchalantly, but he can see the little smile curving on your lips. “Like swimming or hiking…. Something.” 

Piccolo hums in response. It might be a miracle if the two of you actually leave this cabin in the 3 days you’re booked to stay here, based on your current mood. Content to be quiet, you two sit in the bath for a while. 

“Hey, Lo?” 

“Hm?” 

You twist yourself to half face him, your side against his front. “Do you think you’d wanna try the toy again?”

You’ve caught him a little off guard. He assumed this topic wouldn’t come up for a little while. “It’s okay, I know you liked it.” You trace his jaw carefully. “It’s pretty obvious, bud.” 

“I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. You didn’t like it.” You continue to trace his feature, down the muscles of his neck, the ridge of his collar bone. Piccolo in turn runs his fingers up your spine. 

“I didn’t… dislike it. We should have talked it through more- that’s my fault. It’s not your fault for liking something, especially something so… specific to you.” 

He doesn’t not want to try that godforsaken piece of silicone. Even if he wishes it wasn’t just little more than a piece of plastic. “Maybe… Not this weekend?” 

There’s a lot of things Toshinori had to put behind to be All Might. Even more to be the number 1 pro hero. 

Namely romantic, sexual and even platonic relationships. Familial would have too, if he had any left of that to lose. Now that he’s retired, it seems those things have seemingly started to come back around.

Some of it feels shameful, in a way he hasn’t felt in years. During his prime, he almost never indulged in bodily pleasures. Even if he had plenty of opportunities literally throwing himself at his feet. 

Sure, it’s not like he never dabbled in dating or sex- there was Dave for a while during his early years. Whatever he had going on with Sasaki. One time with an escort after he got hit with some awful aphrodisiac quirk. Self pleasuring was more of an obligation than anything, a quick wank in the shower. More than once, a surprise expulsion when he got a few hours of peaceful sleep. 

Suddenly the atrophied muscle between his legs have seemingly started to come to life again. It’s like he’s a teenager again. 

His mind and body just has time to think of that kind of stuff. It has nothing to do with the fact he has a new pretty coworker. 

The subtle itch of feelings towards you had been a surprise. Toshinori had assumed he was gay and while he definitely is attracted to men, it’s been a long time since he’d felt anything towards someone of the feminine persuasion. 

Maybe he just hasn’t felt anything towards the women he typically worked with, prohero women. Maybe it was just easier to not deal with that- not that there aren’t many beautiful examples out there. The pro hero world can be messy. (That’s not saying that pro hero men can’t also be messy, but women usually proved especially complicated.) 

You’re not a part of that, for the most part. You’re just his coworker, a teacher. Quirkless even. You’re bright and kind, maybe even a little shy, dressing in pastels and fun colors. A soft body that's meant to be come home to curled up on the couch. He felt something sinful the other day when he saw you on your knees, filing away papers at his desk. 

All Might felt like he was keeping a good lock on these feelings, especially around others. But somehow, it seems your students have figured it out. It doesn’t help that they seemingly tricked both of you into a blind date. Bringing temptation right to his plate. 

He is a gentleman of course, especially when it seems you weren’t exactly consenting to a date with him in the first place. But you’re oh so perfect, indulging an old man on the first date he’s had in years.  (Ever?) 

He tries not to think of the way the dress you’d been wearing bunched up around your thighs when he pushed the chair in for you. About how said dress was seemingly to match the color of his hair- did the girls manufacture that? Maybe you picked it of your own volition. 

He tries not to think about how the material clung to your chest when the two of you got caught in the rain. About how you pressed your thumb to his lips and placed a kiss atop of it. How you giggled after it.  Nor the actual kiss pressed to his cheek when he left you in the female staff hallway, bidding him good night. 

You were probably just playing along, mentioning how this was a complete violation by your shared students. But you did follow that with how you don’t mind sharing an evening with a kind man. That its not like you have been on any “dates” yourself in a while. 

It’s sinful, the way it all makes him feel. You’re far younger than him, closer to Aizawa and Mic’s age than his.

And yet, even after getting caught in the rain and a cold shower- Toshinori can’t make it go away. He was half hard before it, and as he towels off and reflects on it all- on you, his erection has grown to full mast. It’s like a hole in his heart has started to be sutured up. If only that would work for the injury on his side. 

Toshinori has to come to accept the fact these things aren’t going away. That he’s retired, that he’s allowed to just be a human again, not a pro hero- not the number one pro hero. And that he has a shameful crush on his coworker. 

And an even more shameful erection right now. 

There were times in his life he would just ignore it until it went away. But he doesn’t have to now. Maybe it’ll eliminate this little problem of his. (The inappropriate feelings he has for you, not just the boner.)  

So he gives in and digs out the fleshlight tucked away in one of his drawers. 

It was an embarrassing gift at the time. All Might used to get sent all sorts of random merch. As if he’d ever had been caught dead carrying around a fleshlight emblazoned with his bright branded colors so the company could benefit from some free advertising. 

At the time he chucked it into a box to be forgotten about, but he can’t deny it’s helpful now. So many years of harsh treatment have left his body worse for wear. The toy is easier on his hands these days. 

He shivers as he presses into the silicone. It and the lube aren’t warmed- not like you would be. Nonetheless, it makes him groan shamelessly. It’s like shoving his cock into this godforsaken apparatus lets him let go of any of those awful feelings of doubt. He can’t help but let his mind wander. 

Toshinori knows you wouldn’t be able to take him all the way to hilt like this. Would you let him treat you like this? Let him grip around those full hips and move you up and down on his cock? Like a toy, for little more than his own pleasure. 

Sure he’s not as strong as he used to be, but One for All was not his whole strength. He’d persevere to get the honor of fucking you the way you deserve. Fucking you throughly.

Would you want him to be gentle? Would you want him to be on top? You on top? 

Would you want it rough? He doesn’t think so, but he shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Do you assume he’s more dominant than he is? Maybe you don’t think that of him now. 

He lies back onto his bed, only stopping his ministrations to scoot to lay back on the pillow. Toshinori groans when the head of his cock bumps against the top of the fleshlight. He can imagine you groaning, wiggling away from an assault on your cervix. 

Maybe riding him isn’t such a good idea- 

You’d need thorough prep with his fingers and mouth. You’d need to be able to take at least three of his fingers to take his cock. Once wouldn’t be enough- would you let him make you come over and over just like that? Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise Toshinori if he came from just that. Or would you beg him to just push into your warmth instead. 

It wouldn’t take much begging, to be honest. 

His cock twitches hard when he pulls the fleshlight away from it. He needs more lube. You’d be so wet for him wouldn’t you? He rolls over, taking care of his bad side. Then he presses back into the fleshlight. 

“Good girl.” He whispers, hips flexing to meet the downward stroke of his hand. Pushes his face into his pillow and tries to imagine what you smell like if he was burying it against the cradle of your neck and shoulder instead. 

He's getting close. He can't tell if he’s been at this for minutes, or hours. The plastic of the fleshlight creaks when he squeezes it. 

The motions are almost out of his control, moving the toy up and down, pushing his hips up to meet it. Toshinori enjoys sex and other pleasures, sure. It was rare when he had it but, yes it was pleasurable when he did. But at this moment, it feels insatiable, like he can’t control himself. 

Maybe it’s because he simply has time to truly enjoy it, with his workload and responsibilities severely lessened. He can be just a man, and he can enjoy sex and maybe even intimacy. 

Even if imaging fucking your coworker is a little shameful. 

He uses his other hand to squeeze the base of cock, just to stave off the orgasm for a little longer. He’d probably only last a few shameful minutes inside you in all honesty. Hopefully he’d be satisfying enough with his mouth and fingers to make up for it. 

Would you let him come inside you? No- it’s for the best to be safe. It’s likely he’s entirely infertile at this point, maybe just once- Toshinori shudders. 

The baser of his instincts wants to be able to. Maybe you’d beg for that too. Oh fuck- He has to bite his pillow to stop himself from moaning embarrassingly loud when he releases himself into the silicone.   

Panting, he rolls back over to lie on his back again. He pauses to realize how easily he would have given into that. All Might’s handlers always stressed him about how someone was going to try to baby trap, whether he was sleeping with anyone or not. 

He hardly has that worry now anyways. There’s little chance anything with you will be little more than a fantasy. (There’s little chance he could even accidentally get someone pregnant these days.) 

Fluids overflow out of the toy, clearly Toshinori was in need of some release. Come drips onto his stomach. The blonde sighs, careful to not make a further mess. He picks up his discarded towel, lucky that he left it close enough to the bed. 

He might need another shower. Maybe he can wash the shame away this time. 

All Might has to look you in the face tomorrow, work alongside you, and teach with  you. He’ll have to tuck away that shame again, but he’s used to that. 

Thinking about how Saiyans probably aren’t phased by a little blood during sex when it’s your time of the month.

Specifically thinking about Goku.

You’re curled up in bed waiting for the pain reliever to kick in. Goku comes in, particularly riled up about something- probably coming off the heels of a training session or fight.

Goku’s libido is just as insatiable as his appetite. He’s got all this energy buzzing around inside him and this opportunity is far too perfect to resist to expel it. “Chi said you weren’t feeling well.” He says as he slips into the bed with you.

“Cramps.” You whine. You should protest about him being sweaty but he's all warm as he snuggles up to you. You really can’t bring yourself to complain about it but in your lethargic state, you really can’t bring yourself too.

You’d change the sheets and take a shower after a nap.

His hands are big and warm and feel nice when he kneads your hips and tummy. But you do whine a little when he starts getting a little handsier. Goku wasn’t exactly what you’d call subtle, especially in situations like this.

“We can’t- I’m on my period.“ You squirm, but wriggling out of his hold is a lost cause. Honestly if you weren’t as hazy, you’d have realized he probably already knew that- saiyans have a very sharp sense of smell.

“And?” Goku presses the heel of his palm into your soft stomach.

That makes you pause. Goku isn’t an idiot, but sometimes- unless it involves fighting, some things just slip his mind.

“M bleeding.” You remind him.

Goku shrugs around you. “You really think a little blood bothers me?” Your face wrinkles. Periods are completely normal bodily functions but they’re still… gross. His nose meets your cheek, nudging it. “It’ll make you feel better won’t it?”

You’re eventually bullied onto your front with a pillow under your hips.

(We’ll skip having to remove menstrual products, can you imagine having to explain what a diva cup is to him?)

He certainly wouldn’t mind eating you out either, you’re glad you can’t see him cause it’d be just too embarrassing. Now, I firmly believe Goku eats pussy as eagerly as he eats anything. Blood isn’t going to change that, you’ve seen him eat raw meat before.

He doesn’t stop when you cum either. It’s too much and you have to beg him to move on, not that he needs much convincing to slot himself into you.

You’re so sensitive and the slide of his cock against your walls is so much more. You just have to lay there and take it, but that’s okay because you don’t have that much energy to do so. The pressure of his weight on your hips eases the ache there.

Goku is always a little unintentionally rough. He gets overeager and forgets himself. But you can tell he’s trying to be gentle.

By the time both of you are satisfied and Goku flops down next to you so you can see him again, he looks feral. Blood is smeared on his cheeks, his hands and up his forearms. His pelvis looks like a massacre and based on the stickiness on your thighs, you’d hazard a guess that you look similar.

A cheeky grin cracks over his face before he rolls over closer to you, forcing you into a kiss. You’re tired, too tired to continue to fight him. “You’re so nasty.” You whine.

“Feel better now, sweetie?” Goku pulls your sticky sweaty body to his. He kneads at your hip and tummy best he can with one hand, the other wrapped around you to keep you close.

“Mhm… better but gross…. And tired. We need a bath and then a nap?”

He stretches a little. “Gimme a minute.” You pout at him. It’s not a matter of his stamina, he’s just being a bit lazy. Wants to have you close for a little longer, even if you’re absolutely filthy- and not in the good way. Sticky.

ChiChi would surely scold her husband for staining the bedding, even if technically it was you that caused it. She knows it was only a byproduct of her husband’s meddling, and would never blame you for it. Send you off for a hot bath while she makes him strip the bed for washing.

Goku joins you for round two of course, followed by a snack and the nap after. You won’t admit it aloud, for fear it’ll only encourage him more but you do feel better.

He’ll also tote you around cause you don’t feel good but he will try to steal off your snacks. And lay on you. And joke (you think it’s a joke, he does not) that he can help make your period go away for a while if you let him.

Extra: I think Saiyans know when you’re going to get your period. Just instinctually- they’re all about emotions and the moon and stuff ?

Admittedly, your relationship has hit a rough patch. Really, not much changes- you’re just sadder. You’re not sure Piccolo understands abstract grief, if he quite understands grief at all. Sex is a little rocky, but Piccolo’s sex drive kind of depends on yours. He still holds you at night while you sleep and he meditates.

It’s no one’s fault. Well, you wouldn’t blame Piccolo.

You decide you need a weekend getaway together.

Planning it gives you something to do while you’re too miserable to do anything deemed more important. You can look at beaches and mountains while you’re curled up in bed or the couch while you wait for the pain reliever or heating pad to do its work. You book a cabin for when work isn’t going to be busy and hope the world isn’t exploding or whatever then.

You also decide to make the weekend as ‘normal’ as possible. You pack Piccolo clothes that aren’t his gi, even if he’ll probably just end up wearing it anyways and drive to your destination.

The two of you are settling into your vacation lodging. You’re doing something in the kitchen, probably snacking- Piccolo finds something else to do when you’re eating usually. He starts putting the things you’d packed for the weekend away in the set of drawers in the bedroom.

Halfway through, he finds a little purple velvet bag he doesn’t recognize.

Inside is an egg. It’s squishy but still has a bit of firmness to it and is swirled with different shades of green. On the wider side it has a little tail with a loop at the end.

It’s clearly either a new acquisition or something you’ve never shown him. The latter would be odd, he’d seen a lot of your stuff when you’d moved into him. You even showed him your smutty alien books.

“What’s this?”

Your eyes widen at the toy in his hand.

“I thought, maybe.” You pause to collect your words, fidgeting a bit. Why are you nervous? “I thought maybe we could try… roleplay?”

Bonus: Bed Rest

I accidentally got side tracked by a Vegeta x Reader fic that I ended up deciding is a spinoff/side story of Baby Talk. Im not sure how done it is. Currently at about 2k.

Vegeta and Bulma divorce just after Bulla’s first birthday. It’s a culmination of many things. They still coparent, Vegeta never actually moves off the Briefs property, just moving into a different house.

He meets you and starts dating after a while.

It ends for a variety of reasons- him being still entangled with this ex wife and you’ll never be able to live up to her. You miss a period and he reveals he never wants more children, which is fine but in the moment it was very unhelpful. Leaves a sour taste in your mouth about the topic, even if you do or do not want it. His “friends” don’t like you (or care more about Bulma for obvious reason.)

It’s nearly a year later when he sees you again. On a family excursion in another city.

Hears your voice first. “Hi welcome to- what can I get you?”

Then he sees your face, noticeably filled out and looking exhausted. Your smile wavers.

The last thing he notices is your belly. Swollen and round, the black fabric of your restaurant branded shirt pulled taut across it.

He says nothing about it, but he knows both Bulma and Trunks will recognize you too. You take their orders and seemingly disappear. Another server delivers their food and assists them for the rest of their visit.

“Vegeta.” Bulma hisses as soon as they’re away from the prying ears of their kids.

He already knows what it’s about. “It’s not mine.”

Side note, I will be going back and revising Ch1 of Baby Talk, probably whenever I finish/ post Bed Rest.

Japan is still healing from the war, learning to trust heroes again- and they certainly aren’t going to put their trust onto him first. Even if he is the current holder of the “number one” status. He’s not so sure how long he’s going to remain that- especially after his son’s class graduates from UA.

He meets you right after deboarding off of the private plane he flew in. You’re a sweet local from the resort, the commission arranged for you to attend to whatever needs he has during his stay. He doesn’t need help with his luggage, but you do anyway. Enji is a guest, you treat him as such. Nothing more, nothing less.

He’s staying at a little ski resort. You have him check in at the main lodge- but that’s not where he’s staying. He’s been booked one of the private cabins… but that’s not all- you’re also staying in the cabin. Your permanent lodging is elsewhere but you’ve opted to stay in the smaller spare room in the cabin.

You assure him, you’re only here to assist as needed. You’ll stay out of his hair as much as possible. Just for some light housekeeping and attending to his meals and such.

You’re so nonchalant about the whole situation. About him. Like you have no clue about who he is, which is likely impossible. The commission surely briefed you about the situation. Honestly he only sees you a few times a day- you come and go as needed. Bringing him fresh towels and such, making coffee in the morning, ferrying away dirty dishes from his meals. You give him a key to the gym and the pool so he can use it while it’s closed to the general public. After dinner you usually slink into “your” room for the night.

Enji should be relaxing, which is unsurprisingly hard for him to do. He works out as he usually does, catches up on paper work. He’s restless, a little annoyed by this whole situation. He just has to wait it out, go back home and return to hero work. Return to trying to repent.

I don’t really know where I’m going with this but I see it coming to a head during a snow storm. Power goes out, and you’re snowed in together. Holed up together in the main room of the cabin with the fireplace lit, to keep the warmth in. Enji is fine thanks to his quirk, but he can tell you’re not faring quite as well.

He assumed that being a local, one who grew up here their whole life you’d be used to this weather. But you’re sitting maybe far to close to the fire, dressed in more clothes than is probably actually comfortable. Hands curled into the sleeves of your sweater as you read a book to pass the time.

But ever so often, he can hear the clink of your teeth as you shiver. It’s not cuddling but you do end up awfully close to him, your legs could brush against each other. One of his big arms is draped on the back of the couch, still not touching you but still around you.

You stop shivering.

After that, he realizes it’s nice to peacefully cohabitate with someone. Maybe this is good practice. Not that it really matters, it’s not like Enji really has anyone at home to return to.

Maybe it’s so easy because this feels like a fresh start. Not that he should be given the grace of one. But for this short time- this “vacation” maybe he can allow it. Then when he returns home he can fight tooth and nail to atone. Not redemption, but to try to repent. But for now, on those cold mountains he can try to let the ice on his soul finally melt away.