#non-human reader

The Reader Is Known For Her Wild & Carefree Personality Who Takes Pleasure In Committing Various Crimes While Also Going Out Partying & Living Without Stressing Herself. The Reader Encounters & Challenges Frieza Into A Fight Which Ended With Her Winning The Fight, At The Price Of Being The Obsession Of The Tyrant Which Intrigues The Reader & Thinks Is An Extended Game Of Cat & Mouse.

Hey there! Nice idea, sure!

The sky was on fire.

Not literally, though, given the cratered landscape and the burning ships scattered across the place, it was close enough. Earth hadn’t seen chaos like this since the Saiyan invasion.

Frieza’s soldiers littered the ground, some unconscious, some swearing vengeance, and some simply dead. And at the center of it all, laughing amid the destruction, was Y/N.

Hair matted by soot, grin splitting her face, she spun a shard of metal between her fingers like a toy. “That's all you’ve got?” she shouted toward the sky, voice carrying over the hum of falling debris. “I was just getting warmed up!”

A silence followed. Then, a slow, deliberate clap.

From the smoke, a figure emerged, pristine, polished, and very, very short calm.

“Ah,” Frieza drawled, floating down as if the chaos below was beneath his notice. “So this is the little savage who turned my landing squad into scrap metal.”

She tilted her head, smirking. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Frieza’s golden eyes narrowed. “You are bold. I’ll give you that. But tell me… what are you, exactly? Certainly not human, you're too strong, too reckless. Perhaps some half-bred Saiyan brat who thinks she’s clever?”

She flicked a bit of ash off her shoulder. “Labels are boring. I just like fighting. And explosions :D.”

The smirk that crossed his lips didn’t reach his eyes. “How quaint.”

He raised a finger. A sphere of crackling energy appeared, humming with lethal power. “Then let’s see how long your amusement lasts, shall we?”

---

The first blast tore through the air — but she was already gone, darting around him with a burst of energy. The ground split beneath the pressure.

She laughed, maniacally. “Finally! Someone who doesn’t bore me!”

Frieza’s expression remained neutral, but his attacks grew sharper, faster, tail snapping through the air, beams slicing through the smoke. Every time he thought he had her, she was somewhere else, kicking him square in the face, or tugging at his tail with a cheeky grin.

“You little—!”

“Careful, shiny,” she teased, ducking under his swing. “I’d hate to ruin that perfect face.”

Frieza’s aura flared, cold, deadly, weirdly beautiful. “You think you can mock me? I am Lord Frieza! Emperor of the Universe!”

She blew him a kiss. “Cute title. Does it come with a Burger King crown?”

The look on his face was worth the risk.

He struck harder, but she met him head-on, every move unpredictable, almost careless, but effective. Y/N fought like someone who enjoyed pain, chaos, and the thrill of nearly dying. It wasn’t strength that overwhelmed him; it was her absolute disregard for fear.

And when the dust settled, he was on one knee, eyes burning.

Y/N hovered above him, laughing softly. “Guess that’s game over, huh?”

For a moment, Frieza didn’t move. Then, slowly, he began to laugh.

Low. Cold. Amused.

“Oh, my dear…” His voice was a silken thread. “Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?”

She shrugged. “Kicked your royal ass?”

He rose to his feet, smile widening, too calm, too composed for someone who’d just lost. “You’ve done far more than that. You’ve made yourself interesting for me.”

Y/N blinked. “...Huh?”

Frieza stepped forward, the air tightening with his ki. “You think this is over. You think you’ve won. But I don’t lose. Not truly. I adapt.”

He reached out, fingers just grazing her chin, before she swatted his hand away.

“Don’t touch me unless I say so, dude.”

That earned her a soft, almost affectionate chuckle. “Oh, I do enjoy your spirit. You’ll find that I’m not easily dissuaded, my dear.”

She tilted her head, amused despite the danger. “You’re serious, aren’t you? You’re actually into this.”

Frieza’s eyes glinted. “Into you. You’re chaos personified, the one thing this universe has never given me: something I cannot fully control.”

Y/N crossed her arms. “So… what, you’re gonna chase me around now? That’s your big villain plan?”

“Not chase,” he corrected, voice low and deliberate. “Claim you.”

Her laughter rang through the smoke. “Oh, this is gonna be fun.”

---

From that day, it was a war of a different kind.

He sent soldiers to “retrieve” her. She sent them to hell, leaving taunting messages scrawled into their armor. Sometimes, she let them catch her, only to escape halfway through Frieza’s little speeches, leaving him seething but oddly entertained.

Each encounter fed the fire. He’d appear suddenly, mid-party or mid-battle, smiling that eerie calm smile.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” he’d say.

And she'd wink. “Jealous?”

His smile would darken. “You have no idea.”

But the truth was, she liked it. She liked the chase, the danger, the way his obsession burned like a star but never quite reached her. Y/N liked the power she had on him.

No one got under Frieza’s skin but her, and she did it laughing.

---

One night, Y/N stood on the edge of a ruined city, wind whipping her hair, the glow of his ship casting pale light over the rubble.

Frieza appeared behind her, silent as the grave.

“You run so well,” he murmured. “It almost makes me forget that you always come back.”

She turned, smirking. “Well, I do like the attention.”

His hand lifted, but not in attack. His fingers brushed a strand of hair from her face, eyes gleaming with a strange, feverish tenderness.

“You belong nowhere,” he said softly. “You thrive in chaos. So do I. We could rule it together, you and I. Destroy, rebuild, repeat. Eternally.”

She met his gaze, unflinching, daring. “Tempting offer. But where’s the fun if I just say yes?”

He smiled. “Then don’t. Keep running. I’ll always find you.”

She grinned, stepping back toward the flames. “I’m counting on it.”

And with that, Y/N vanished into the smoke, laughter echoing behind her, wild and untamed.

Frieza watched the empty space for a long moment, smile fading into something darker.

“Oh, my dear,” he murmured. “You’ve no idea what you’ve started.”

Part 2

Masterpost

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A Bowser x reader fanfic

Chapter 6: Friendly race

Chapter 5

You get to race with Jr only to have to come clean about what you really are to him after a simple slip up

You get to meet princess Peach next chapter and be able to decide for yourself if she's as kind or indifferent as you've heard

Optima’s x fem Organic alien

Maybe she’s got liquid energon for blood.. small fangs and by average roughly 13 feet tall in her true form.. with slight electromagnetic psychic abilities.. but can’t use them often or for long periods of time, as she’ll pas out from exhaustion. And her species can camouflage into the main Organic Alien of whatever planet they reside in as a means to blend in.

but cannot keep up the form for long either.. she still Looks like herself, just as she would be if she were the native species of the world..

perhaps she gets rescued from being experimented on by a corrupt splinter group of the government, and just ends up Staying with the Atobots..

growing attached to them quite quickly, and even protective.. basically “mother hens” the whole lot of’em.. especially the humans in the team.. what she struggles with tho??

Her clear and obvious growing attraction to the ever serious Prime.. perhaps she questions how the whole team actually feels about her even being there to begin with.. especially with her jumping at every shadow that reminds her of her capture..

comfort, fluff & awkward Aliens feeling the feels.

TFP Optimus x alien!reader

Heya! Thanks for requesting. I had some trouble with this bc it’s a little too specific, but I’ve done a bit of a drabble for you, hope that’s ok. In future, if you’d like a longer scenario, just send in a more generalised ask :)

(and yes I saw your other ask! you can go by 🎃 as anon so I know who you are !)

Warnings: SFW/Fluff, mentions of trauma, non-human reader.

Word count: 372

The Reader Decided To Crash At Frieza’s Ship For The Time Being When News Of A Notorious Film Director-Turned-Criminal (Valentino) Going On A Murder Spree All Because One Of His Famous Film Stars Who Is Her Closest Best Friend (Angel Dust) Had Quit From His Studio.

Because Of Her Personality, She Gets Along Pretty Well With Most Soldiers Including Dodoria & Zarbon & More Notably The Ginyu Force, Much To Frieza’s Jealousy, But The Reader Always Assured Him That She’ll Hang Out With Him Too Which Calmed Him Down A Bit.

This Continued All The Way To Frieza’s Heat Cycle, Which At One Night: Frieza, Thinking He Won Their Little Game Of Cat And Mouse, Claimed Her Which Ended Up Being A Literal “Fun Night” With The Reader Confessing Her Feelings For Him & Allowing Them To Satisfy Their Needs While Also Fighting To Be On Top In Bed.

Will Frieza's ship end up as a redemption hotel as well? lol

The halls of Frieza’s ship gleamed like polished silver. Clean, sterile… almost too calm for someone like Y/N.

Her boots clacked down the corridor, hands stuffed into the pockets of her ripped jacket as a few soldiers tried not to stare. They’d seen what she could do the last time she was here, and the memory of her throwing a plasma grenade for fun still haunted them.

She smirked. “Relax, guys. I’m just here for the hospitality.”

The soldiers exchanged nervous glances, whispering. But she meant it, sort of. After the mess on her homeworld, that psycho director Valentino (Yeah, going to use the same names because why not) was going on a rampage because Angel had finally walked out of his studio, she needed a place to lay low. And apparently, Frieza’s idea of “laying low” was letting her sleep aboard his floating death palace.

Which, honestly? Pretty sweet deal.

Y/N wandered into the mess hall and plopped herself between Zarbon and Dodoria, who were bickering as usual.

Dodoria squinted. “You again? Didn’t you blow up a patrol unit last time?”

She grinned. “It was self-defense, bitch! They looked at me funny.”

Zarbon sighed, but there was an amused glint in his eyes. “You are impossible. But I suppose you make life aboard this ship… lively.”

“See? He gets it!” Y/N laughed, leaning back in her chair. “You need a little chaos to balance out all this-” she waved at the sterile metal room, “-soulless space aesthetic.”

That earned a few chuckles from the nearby troops. Even the Ginyu Force, sitting at a nearby table, seemed oddly fond of her.

“Y/N! We should spar later!” Recoome boomed. “After she helps me pick a new entrance pose!” Jeice added. “Ahem, after she tests my new battle armor paint,” Burter said smugly.

(What am I writing...)

“Boys, boys,” she teased, kicking her boots up on the table, “there’s enough of me to go around.”

The laughter that followed almost drowned out the sound of the room suddenly falling silent.

“Ah.” That voice. Cold silk and sharp teeth.

Frieza stood in the doorway, tail flicking once, twice — a twitch that anyone who knew him recognized as a warning.

Y/N smiled lazily, not bothering to move. “Hey, shiny. You’re early for dinner.”

He didn’t answer right away. His gaze swept the room, landing on the soldiers who suddenly found the floor very interesting.

Then, with a soft hum, he floated closer. “I see you’ve… made friends.”

“You told me to make myself at home,” she said innocently. “I’m just being social.”

Frieza’s tail curled around her chair, pulling it and her, closer with a hiss of metal. “Social,” he repeated softly. “Such a… mortal habit.”

The soldiers subtly started edging toward the exits. Zarbon was the only one brave enough to interject. “Lord Frieza, surely-”

A glance from Frieza shut him up instantly.

“Relax,” Y/N said with a grin, reaching up to flick the end of Frieza’s tail like it was a cat toy. “You look like you’re about to vaporize your own men again.”

He blinked slowly, an eerie smile tugging at his lips. “You do like to test my restraint.”

“I like seeing if you have any.”

...

“You’re lucky I find your defiance… entertaining,” he murmured, eyes gleaming. “Others would already be space dust.”

“Aw,” she cooed, booping his nose with one gloved finger. “You do like me.”

A ripple of energy pulsed through the room. Dodoria nearly fell out of his seat.

“Careful, dear,” Frieza said sweetly. “I may decide to make that… permanent.”

She only laughed. “You keep threatening me with a good time.”

Frieza leaned closer, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You are utterly insufferable.”

“Aw,” she whispered back, lips curling into a grin, “and yet you keep me around.”

For a heartbeat, the air between them buzzed with tension, sharp, electric, intoxicating.

Then she patted his cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ll hang out with you later, shiny. Gotta make the rounds, y’know?”

He caught her wrist before she could move, grip firm but careful. “I expect you to keep that promise.”

She winked. “Wouldn’t dream of breaking it.”

And with that, she sauntered off, leaving Frieza standing there, staring after her, tail swishing like a restless feline.

Zarbon, cautiously peeking around the corner, whispered, “Lord Frieza… are you-”

“Silence,” Frieza snapped. Then, quieter, almost to himself: “…Mine.”

The night time aboard Frieza’s ship was eerie, like drifting through a tomb. Y/N didn’t mind. It made her feel like a space vampire, prowling the dark corridors, kicking up a little trouble.

And tonight? She was looking for it.

She’d managed to duck away from the Ginyus’ various attempts to corral her into sparring, painting, or whatever the heck they wanted her to do. Now, with the ship in slumber mode, she was free to do her favorite thing:

Find Frieza.

She wasn't sure why she did it. Maybe it was the thrill of poking the universe’s biggest dragon. Maybe she just liked seeing the way his tail twitched when he was annoyed. Whatever the reason, it had become her favorite pastime.

And tonight, she was feeling extra… adventurous.

She found him in the observation deck, floating in front of the massive viewport that stretched across the entire room. The blackness of space reflected in his gold eyes, turning them into hollow voids.

For a moment, she watched him, a strange warmth bubbling in her chest. He looked… almost vulnerable like this, alone with the cosmos.

Then he spoke without turning around. “You’re like a cockroach, you know. Annoying, persistent, impossible to kill.”

She laughed, loud in the quiet room. “And you’re like a house cat. All pretty and mean, but secretly desperate for pets.”

He turned slowly, and she swore his tail was puffed up like an angry cat’s. “Careful. You’re still in my domain. I could make you disappear.”

“But you won’t,” she said with a grin, stepping closer. “You like me too much.”

Something dangerous glinted in his eyes then, a flicker of the monster beneath the skin. “Be careful, little one. I might just prove you wrong.”

“Go on, then,” she challenged, hands on her hips. “If you’re so scary, show me.”

He stared at her for a long beat, then laughed softly, a cold, beautiful sound. “You’re lucky I’m feeling… patient today.”

She snorted. “More like you don’t want to clean up the mess after you kill me.”

“True,” he admitted, turning back to the stars. “Your remains would be… difficult to dispose of.”

Y/N moved closer, drawn by some inexplicable force. Frieza always affected her like this — a gravitational pull she couldn’t resist, no matter how much she teased him.

“Why are you always up here?” she asked quietly, looking out at the swirling galaxies. “It’s so… empty.”

“You’d think that,” he said, his voice taking on an almost melancholic tone. “But this is where the universe is most honest. Out here, it’s all just… energy and entropy.”

She studied him, the way the starlight cast sharp angles on his face. “You sound almost poetic, Frieza.”

“I have many talents,” he said with a smirk. “Some are even… civilized.”

“Bet I could find some uncivilized ones.”

The smirk turned sharper. “Care to test that theory?”

She leaned closer, close enough to see the flecks of gold in his eyes, the soft down of his fur. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like watching you get all riled up.”

His tail flicked, wrapping around her ankle with a possessive hiss. “You walk a dangerous line, little one.”

“Maybe I like it dangerous.”

He laughed again, that same cold, beautiful sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “Oh, I know you do.”

--

It continued like this for cycles. Little games of cat and mouse, teasing and taunting, always walking that razor-thin line between death and… something else. Neither of them acknowledged it, but it was there, simmering just beneath the surface.

...

🍋🍋feel free not to read this part if you don't feel comfortable with lemon content🍋🍋

(I'm actually allergic to lemon, fun fact, but still)

...

Until the night Frieza’s heat cycle hit.

She didn’t realize what was happening at first, not until she found him prowling the corridors like a caged predator, tail lashing, eyes almost fever-bright.

Then he looked at her, and she knew.

“You,” he growled, low and dangerous. “Come here.”

She swallowed, but her body moved without thought, drawn by something primal. When he grabbed her, pulling her close, she didn’t fight.

And when he took her, right there on the cool metal floor, she didn’t protest either. It was fierce, almost violent, his claws digging into her skin, his teeth at her throat. But she met him blow for blow, claw for claw, teeth for teeth.

When it was over, they lay panting, his weight heavy on her, his tail possessively curled around her waist.

“Mine,” he snarled into her ear. “Say it.”

She grinned, despite the ache in her body. “Never.”

He huffed, but she felt the vibration of a purr against her back. “Fine. But everyone will know.”

“I’d be offended if they didn’t,” she muttered, shifting to look at him. “You… okay, there?”

He stared at her, gold eyes softening just a fraction. “…Unexpected, but not unwelcome.”

She smirked, reaching up to boop his nose. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

He hissed, but there was no real heat to it. “Careful, little one. My patience has limits.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

…

After that, things changed. Not overtly, but in small, subtle ways. The soldiers seemed to give her a wider berth, and even the Ginyus looked at her with a new kind of respect.

But the biggest change was in Frieza himself.

He was… gentler, in his own way. Still sharp and cold and dangerous, but there was a new warmth in his eyes when he looked at her, a possessiveness that he no longer tried to hide.

And the nights? Oh, the nights were something else.

It became their ritual, their own little game. He would hunt her through the ship, and she would run, always making him chase, making him work for it. And when he finally caught her — because he always did — it was a battle in its own right, a clash of wills and strength and pride.

Neither of them would ever truly submit, always fighting to be on top, to dominate. It was messy and brutal and beautiful, leaving them both bruised and sated, curled together like a nest of vipers.

“Why do you insist on making this difficult?” he hissed once, pinning her to the wall with a growl.

“Because,” she panted, writhing under him, “if it was easy, you’d get bored.”

He huffed. “Impossible creature.”

“Your impossible creature.”

Something flickered in his eyes then, something soft and vulnerable. “…Yes.”

And that was all it took to make her yield, just for a moment, just enough to satisfy him.

After all, pride was one thing. But this? This was something far more dangerous, far more intoxicating.

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