#piccolo x reader

Piccolo would probably never notice your feelings, at least not in the way you expect.

Piccolo is one of the most complex characters in Dragon Ball, but when the subject is romance, he acts in a way that is completely different from humans.

As a Namekian, Piccolo belongs to an asexual race that reproduces in a biological way totally different from humans. He doesn't have romantic or sexual instincts. To him, the concept of "passion" is something purely human and confusing.

Piccolo is a warrior who spent his entire life being viewed as a "scary alien" focused only on destruction. Receiving compliments—especially about his green skin and overall appearance—causes a total short-circuit in his brain.​

When you tell him you love his color or compliment his antennae, Piccolo literally doesn't know what to do with himself. He’ll try to keep his tough-guy act up, crossing his arms and looking away, but his antennae will twitch slightly. He gets a much darker shade of green on his cheeks (the Namekian equivalent of blushing). He’ll probably mutter a, "You’re strange...", but on the inside, he’s beaming.​

He’ll start showing off without saying a word, feeling even more confident around you (now that it’s confirmed you like what you see). He’ll flex his arms and core just to watch your reaction. During sex, he’ll make sure you see the contrast of his green skin against yours—especially when he’s between your legs, using that long, purple tongue to drive you wild.

He feels better about himself knowing that the features that scare others are beautiful to you.​If you specifically praise the color of his tongue while he’s eating you out, he’s going to have a vocal reaction. He’ll let out a low growl, almost like a purr of satisfaction, and intensify the rhythm.

To Piccolo, a compliment works like a command to be even better. He wants to prove that his "differences" are superior to any human.

Considering that water is a Namekian’s only source of sustenance, Piccolo views your wetness with a far greater intensity than any human could. To him, the fact that you are "wet" isn't just a sign of arousal; it’s a sign that you are a source of energy he craves to consume.

​Seeing and feeling your pussy so slick awakens a thirst in him that transcends biology. He reacts as if he is standing before a sacred spring. He doesn’t just touch; he savors.

​He’ll want to clean every single drop with that long tongue, lapping at you with a hunger bordering on aggression, as if your "honey" were an addictive drug.

​He uses his fingers—he trimmed his nails just for you—to stir your moisture, watching and listening to the sound: that wet, sticky noise when he fingers you hard. He loves knowing that his body caused this reaction in you.

​Piccolo has a natural arrogance. Seeing you completely soaked, he lets out that characteristic smirk and might say something blunt right to your face:

​"Look at what I did to you... You’re soaking wet just from having me near."

​He feels like the absolute master of the situation.

​As a being who lives on water, being the reason you are so wet is the greatest trophy he could ever claim. He’s going to make a mess; he’ll smear that moisture across your thighs, your stomach, even bringing his wet fingers up to your mouth just so you can taste yourself on his touch.

​Unlike some men who might feel squeamish, Piccolo has no hang-ups about bodily fluids. On the contrary—the "messier" and wetter things get, the more interesting it becomes for him. He’ll bury his face in you completely, unafraid of getting "dirty," using your own slickness to facilitate the rapid, rhythmic movements of his tongue.

​Feeling the heat emanating from your moisture is a sensory shock for him. He’ll want to dive his fingers as deep as possible just to feel that hot, wet pressure squeezing his hand. He will use you until you have nothing left to give, drinking in every last drop of your orgasm as if he were drinking your very soul.

​In the end, he’ll leave you exhausted and empty. He’ll look up, wipe his lips with the back of his hand, and stare at you with predatory satisfaction. He has "fed" on you in the most intimate way possible.

Standard residential architecture is... disproportionate to its height. You will have to start a complete renovation, raising the ceilings to a minimum of 3 meters. Not doing so would leave him with a hunchback all the time (😭) and it would be more expensive.

Each door and corridor requires widening and height extension so that it can move freely, without breaking anything. Standard frames are not functional for a Namekian of his proportions, especially considering his broad shoulders (🫦🫦).

Commercial furniture cannot accommodate your physical dimensions comfortably and safely. You will order reinforced and custom-made furniture. This includes: beds, chairs, tables, mirrors, showers, etc.

Just me giving my hubby some unexpected affection~ ^^

A/n: I love him

The wind over the lookout plateau was quiet that morning, the kind of stillness that usually meant Piccolo was either meditating…or actively trying to avoid everyone he knew.

Unfortunately for him, that second option never worked when Goku was involved.

There was a sudden whoosh of air as Goku dropped from the sky like an overexcited meteor, landing far too loudly for someone who claimed to know how to sense energy.

“Piccolo!” he called out, grinning like he hadn’t just invaded someone’s peace. “I brought senzu beans…also I was bored.”

From inside the small, surprisingly homey structure carved into the rock, there was a long, suffering silence. Then Piccolo stepped out, slowly, already deeply annoyed. “You’re always bored,” he said flatly. “That’s not a valid reason to show up uninvited.”

Goku scratched the back of his head, completely unbothered. “Well yeah, but—”

He stopped, mid sentence, his eyes narrowed slightly until they widened as they locked onto something behind Piccolo.

“…Hey,” Goku said slowly, leaning to the side like he could somehow see through Piccolo. “What’s that sound?”

Piccolo stiffened, just slightly, barely noticeable by those who didn't know the man.Except, unfortunately, Goku noticed everything when it came to weird energy and everything with the man who he claimed was his best friend.

“…Nothing,” Piccolo replied.

Then right on cue, a soft, unmistakable baby coo drifted from inside.

Goku froze.

There was a full, dramatic inhale and then. “YOU HAVE A BABY?!!!”

His voice echoed across the entire plateau like a shockwave, birds scattering.

Piccolo’s eye twitched. "Keep your voice down—”

“YOU HAD A BABY?!” Goku repeated, now pointing aggressively at the doorway like he’d discovered a new transformation.

Before Piccolo could physically throw him off the cliff, you stepped out. Calm. Slightly tired. Holding a very small, very green baby wrapped in a soft blanket.

“…You’re yelling again,” you said, giving Goku a mildly unimpressed look.

Goku gasped like this somehow made it worse. "YOU HAD A BABY WITH MISS Y/N.”

“SHUT UP,” Piccolo snapped immediately, his voice sharp enough to cut stone.

Goku looked between the two of you, eyes sparkling with absolute delight.

“When were you going to tell me?!” he demanded, stepping closer like he’d just uncovered the universe’s greatest secret.

“Preferably,” Piccolo said, already moving to stand between you and Goku like a very large, very protective wall, “when my child was grown and out of my house.”

You snorted quietly as the baby made a small noise, shifting in your arms, tiny fingers curling.

Goku locked on instantly. “Oh my gosh,” he whispered, suddenly reverent, like he’d just found a rare artifact. “Can I hold him?”

“No.”

Goku was already reaching. "Just for a moment!"

“GET AWAY FROM MY CHILD.”

Piccolo’s arm shot out so fast it created a gust of wind, physically blocking Goku with a single, unmoving hand to the chest.

Goku blinked, the leaned around his arm as he reached again as a huff left his lips. “Just for a second—”

“No.”

“I’ve held babies before!”

“That does not inspire confidence.”

From behind Piccolo, you adjusted the baby slightly, trying and failing not to smile.

“He’s not going to break him,” you said.

“That’s not the point,” Piccolo muttered.

Goku crouched slightly, trying to peek again as the baby blinked up at him.

The baby cooed as he then reached out to grab his father's cape.

Hard.

Piccolo froze instantly.

Goku gasped. “HE’S STRONG!”

“Of course he is,” Piccolo said, voice tight, as he very carefully pried tiny fingers from his cape like it was the most delicate operation of his life.

Goku leaned in again.“Does he shoot ki blasts yet?”

“No.”

“Can he fly?”

“No.”

“Can I train him?”

“NO.”

There was a pause and then Goku tilted his head. “…Can I babysit?”

Piccolo’s aura flared just slightly.“No.”

“Not even once?”

“No.”

“Not even supervised?”

“No.”

“Not even—”

“Goku.”

The tone was enough to make even him pause, for about two seconds.

“…He kinda looks like you,” Goku said, grinning again, clearly not learning anything. “But smaller.”

“He is smaller,” Piccolo said dryly.

You shifted the baby toward Piccolo, who despite everything, immediately softened, carefully taking him into his arms with surprising gentleness.

Goku watched this like it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. “…Whoa,” he said quietly. “You’re like…super dad.”

Piccolo shot him a glare.“Don’t call me that.”

Goku grinned wider. "Picco-dad." he whispered.

"Goku." Piccolo's voice warned.

“I’m telling everyone.”

Piccolo’s eye twitched again. “Try it.”

Goku was already backing up, laughing.“Krillin’s gonna freak out!”

Before he could even finish the sentence, Piccolo vanished, appeared behind him, grabbed him by the back of his gi.

And threw him.

Goku’s laughter echoed as he disappeared into the sky like a launched missile.

Silence settled again, peace as Piccolo visually relaxed while you exhaled shaking your head.

"….You do realize he is going to tell everyone he runs into",” you said.

Piccolo looked down at the baby, who had already fallen half-asleep against his chest.

“…He’s not getting past the barrier next time.”

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