#DB request

[romantic-ageru-yo]

Uncles & Cousins =u=

[dailycupofcreativitea]

Drew this for @kaiokentimesten! (can't believe you managed to snag that username XD)

A soft, melancholic Gohan, my favourite kind to draw (and quite timely too...). I really enjoyed doing this commission. :')

[tytarax]

Ummm Catcalling?

Imagine a reader is walking around with Beerus and Whis

Some dude uses catcalling on the reader and kind of goes a little "hi a babe! Nice ass”

On The "cat sound" is responded to by Beerus. The rest is responded to by Wis (either he realizes it's an insult to the reader and turns the joke on himself, or he thinks he's the one who's considered handsome. Either all together) - oooh you really think I'm gorgeous? I'm flattered!

That dude is definitely swearing and showing disgust lol

... I'll go with it, don't know what to say (A mosquito bit me and my leg is killing me)

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You strolled down the street, flanked by Whis and a slightly grumpy Beerus, who was busy complaining about the lack of gourmet food on Earth. It was looking like a peaceful outing, until some random guy decided to ruin it.

"Hey baby! You got a nice ass!" the stranger called out, followed by an obnoxious "meow!"

The sound barely had time to echo before Beerus' ears twitched. He stopped mid-step, his eyes narrowing as he turned to the guy.

"Did you just...?" Beerus didn't even want to finish that question. His tail flicked behind him as he tilted his head, looking more curious than angry... for now.

Before the guy could say something, Whis stepped in, a hand on his staff and a wide, amused grin spreading across his face. "Oh my, such a bold compliment! I'm flattered!"

The catcaller blinked, his expression breaking under Whis' gaze. "What!? No! I wasn't-"

"Oh, nonsense!" He interrupted, pressing a hand to his cheek with mock humility. "I know what I heard. Such keen observation! Although, I do admit my figure is quite divine."

After making the guy uncomfortable enough...

Beerus rolled his eyes, "Mortals are so tiresome. Let's find food before I destroy something."

Whis turned to you with a wink, "Well, I must say, it's rare to be the object of such attention. Perhaps I should take it as a sign I'm still in my prime"

You couldn't help but laugh. "You two really are.... Let's go for something to eat"

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Don't forget to kick the nuts of anyone who does that in real life

Masterpost

DBS Masterlist

[carnal-lnstinct]

🎲 and Broly

Don't know if I'm too late haha

2/3 - Prompt

A kiss to the back of the neck.

Warning: M/18+. MINORS DNI. explicit language

Broly thinks to himself, pushing his nose into the crest of your head and taking in your blissful scent. ‘Are you really just for me?’ He lets out a slow, deep breath and closes his eyes with the tenderest nuzzle in your hair as his hands find your curves, comforted by how real you are and the feelings that come with you being with him. That’s when your weight shifted, succumbing to the support of his large hands. You abruptly tensed as he brought you closer, his eyes reopening at the sensation.

Your breath shook as it left your lips, your head sinking and stopped only by the wall against your forehead. ‘Are you…mine?’ His lips move to plant a kiss against your scalp. Doing so, his arms moved further around you, peck after peck with an appreciative moan down the nape of your neck. The way it relaxed you, Broly moved a hand to cup the front of your neck to keep your skin close to his mouth. He didn’t want to lose the contact to fatigue, he needed his lips on your skin, close the way your ass sat plush against the base of his abs.

Even if it made your legs tremble and your feet restless trying to hold yourself in place, even when the choked whimpers started to become frequent, turning into a mantra of breathless swears.

Your body warred with itself, exhaustion vs ecstasy. Feeling the tremulous way you contracted around him, still tight and suckling from your last climax, your body just didn’t seem to want to let him go. And he didn’t want to let you go. The little breaks in between like this helped, but it just never seemed to be enough for either of you. From the way you feel him twitch against your insides and drench down your legs to the way his large tongue tasted the skin on your neck when his lips weren't enough and his strength effortlessly kept you in place, it would be a waste to leave such a blissful state.

[mamasech]

Babygirl Broly as requested by anon 💕 mama_sech

[blackenedsnow]

If you had watch the Og Dragon Ball series, I was wondering if you could write headcanons for Yandere King Piccolo with a female reader? Maybe the reader works for Emperor Pilaf and he takes an interest in her or something like that.

yandere king piccolo x female reader ; headcanons

WARNING: Yandere behavior, psychological manipulation, implied threats, stockholm syndrome elements

PAIRING: King Piccolo x Reader

NOTE: Thank you for this cool request! I hope you enjoyed this! Take care, and feel free to send more fun prompts my way! <333 I had a lot of fun with this, sorry if it's too long </3

King Piccolo is not someone who typically spares a thought for individuals unless they serve his conquest, but you?

You’re different.

Perhaps it’s your intelligence, the way you keep Pilaf’s chaotic operations running smoothly, or how you face him with a defiant spark that most wouldn’t dare.

Whatever the reason, you’ve unknowingly captured his attention.

The moment he notices you, he claims you in his mind.

He doesn’t ask for things—he takes what he wants.

Pilaf, despite his cowardly nature, tries to keep you at his side when he sees Piccolo taking an interest.

Pilaf’s protests are silenced with a single glare, and within moments, you’re no longer Pilaf’s assistant—you’re Piccolo’s possession.

It’s not even a negotiation. Piccolo simply informs you that you’re leaving with him, his tone brooking no argument.

Piccolo’s obsession manifests in possessiveness.

He expects obedience from you, but there’s a twisted respect buried beneath his demands.

He finds your stubborn streak amusing (and oddly endearing) but will squash it if it gets in the way of his plans.

Any attempt to escape is met with swift and decisive action.

You belong to him now, and he’ll ensure you understand that, whether through manipulation or force.

Anyone who dares to harm or threaten you faces his wrath.

While Piccolo may be ruthless and cruel to his enemies, his protectiveness over you is absolute.

He justifies this to himself as guarding his “property,” but there’s a subtle undertone of care that he doesn’t fully acknowledge.

You may not be able to leave his side, but you’ll never have to fear harm from anyone else as long as he’s around.

The more time he spends around you, the more his fixation warps.

He finds himself wanting to keep you closer, to learn more about you, and to control every aspect of your life.

He’ll demand you tell him everything—your thoughts, your fears, your dreams.

He doesn’t understand why he cares, but it frustrates him when you hold back.

Piccolo becomes jealous of anyone who knew you before him.

Even casual acquaintances are seen as potential threats.

Your resistance intrigues him, even as it infuriates him.

You’re not like the mindless followers he commands—you challenge him in small ways, and that keeps his interest sharp.

However, if you defy him too strongly, his patience has limits.

His punishments aren’t physical but psychological—he’ll isolate you, destroy things you value, or remind you just how powerless you are against him.

Piccolo isn’t soft, but his obsession manifests in odd moments of tenderness.

He’ll brush your hair away from your face while you sleep or sit silently beside you when you’re upset.

He won’t acknowledge these acts, dismissing them as inconsequential, but they reveal the depth of his obsession.

If you ever show gratitude or warmth toward him, even out of fear, he’ll take it as a sign of your submission—and it only fuels his possessiveness.

Despite his fixation on you, Piccolo never loses sight of his ultimate goal: world domination.

He expects you to support him in this endeavor, whether as a confidant, a strategist, or simply as a silent companion at his side.

In his mind, your role in his empire is non-negotiable.

He sees you as the only one worthy of standing beside him when he rules the world.

Over time, you might find yourself walking a thin line between terror and fascination. King Piccolo’s presence is overwhelming, but there’s something about his power, his unwavering confidence, that draws you in despite yourself.

Piccolo notices this, of course, and he exploits it mercilessly.

He thrives on the knowledge that you’re starting to accept your place beside him, even if it’s out of fear or necessity.

Even if his plans for domination fail, his fixation on you won’t falter.

You’re his—body, mind, and soul—and he’ll stop at nothing to keep you by his side.

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Here you go! Enjoy.

[gatorgrumbles]

Hello! I just wanna say your drawings of Frieza are simply amazing! I don’t know if you take requests, but would you be willing to draw Frost too?

I haven't met Frost yet but he seems like a nice boy so here's the chilly squad featuring Cooler

[deathbeamz]

Obviously I'd do the original Yamza scene who do you think I am?? + a Goku because Goku totally killed the mood there (and he will here too!

#beamshots

[forgetitbeam]

How about a Krillin?

of course!

[dreadsuitsamus]

If possible, can I ask for prompt 52 with Broly? SFW preferably, please.

#52- "Don't be afraid, it's just me."

author's note: i wanted to do something different than the usual broly works i've done lol also the end of this has me thinking about a potential star-crossed lovers through all of eternity fic... 🤔

pairing: broly x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, college!au

A hand is clutched to your chest as you work through the crowded party, eager for some reprieve. You can't stop your housemates from throwing parties, and to an extent you like attending them. You're in college! This is what college people do! It's… Supposed to be fun?

But if one more person touches your ass, you're gonna start throwing punches.

The music pounds at your temples like a drum, a migraine starting to form as you storm down the crowded stairs, pushing a hand to the chest of a random person approaching you. "Not the time, man!" You're already one foot out the door by the time you hear their insulting call of "bitch", but the fresh air settles your nerves enough to just let it go.

It's dark and cold out, cars piled up and down both sides of the street. You just had to be roommates with Bulma Briefs… "I'm dropping out." You grumble to yourself, kicking a rock aside while walking to the backyard; it's cold, so the party is almost entirely inside, leaving you peacefully alone. There's an old swing set out back, so that's where you perch your rear as your thoughts start to collect.

Finals are on the way… Your parents have been bugging you about visiting home… There's a bunch of drunk strangers in your home… You have to work in the morning…

"I'm just gonna become a stripper, fuck it."

"You'd be the most intelligent stripper in the world." You jump at the sudden voice, turning to see none other than your favorite man in the world.

Broly holds his hands out innocently, his features bashful under the lights of the tiki torches Bulma just had to have. "Don't be afraid, it's just me."

You smile the closer he gets, meeting his lips as he leans down for a quick kiss. "Hey handsome. How was work?"

"Long." Broly's large jacket is over your shoulders before he settles on the ground before you, gently pushing at your legs so you can swing a little. "How's the party?"

"I think I'm gonna crash at your place tonight."

Your boyfriend nods. "So it's just like any other Briefs party."

"She and Vegeta just broke up again, so it's even worse." You shake your head. They break up so often that you can't wrap your head around it; you've been with Broly since high school and can't even imagine having such a strenuous relationship.

Broly just shakes his head, continuing to lightly push your swing. You snuggle into his worn jacket, the green of it slightly faded from the once nearly neon color it used to be. His smile is so soft, so pure as he looks up at you, his hair still in the braid he ties for his long shifts at the shipyard. "My boss approved my time off, so we can go on that trip."

"Yay." You coo, blowing him a kiss. "I'm excited to go to Hershey with you."

"Are you excited for the chocolate or for the time with me?" He teases, stopping the momentum of your swing, holding your calves in his large hands, massaging gently. He's worked a long, twelve hour shift, and here he is massaging you.

What an amazing man.

You scoff, flicking his nose gently. "Why can't it be both, hm?"

Broly's nose scrunches and he laughs softly. His shining eyes match his small, beautiful smile as the flickering embers give a beautiful glow to his tanned skin. He's gorgeous and all yours.

"I guess I can settle with that." He presses a kiss to your knee. "You ready to go?"

"Yeah, let me get my work clothes and let Bulma know I'm leaving."

After a quick "yes ma'am", Broly's up on his feet and walking you through the house, his hand squeezing yours tightly as the loud noises and bumping bodies already start irking his nerves. Your room, which has thankfully been locked to prevent strangers fucking in your bed and stealing your things, is a quick safe haven for his anger to relax.

"You gonna finish up your last year staying with Bulma?" He asks absentmindedly, fiddling with a Rubik's Cube you'll never solve.

"Honestly, as much as I love her, I don't think so. I want peace for my last year. My semester ends in a few weeks, so I'll see if either the coffee shop or the bar will give me some more hours." You explain while pulling your uniform together, dreading the return to the barista station in the morning. "Hopefully I can find a cheap apartment."

"I don't wanna be pushy…" Broly pauses, considering his words carefully. "But… Why don't you just move in with me?"

"You… Think we're ready for that?" It's never come up even once in conversation; your relationship has always been slow and steady, very carefully handled and treated with the utmost caution and respect for one another as individuals.

"I mean… Yeah. I really do." He shrugs. "We've been together a long time now, you're there half the time anyway… But if you don't want to-"

"I want to." You grin, coming to slink your arms around his waist. "It'll make a lot of things easier for us."

Broly's large, calloused hands rest on your hips. "I'll get to see you more." He says gently, his smile enough to drown out the sounds of the party from your ears.

"Definitely the best perk." You get on your tiptoes, lips out and waiting for a smooch, Broly's impressive height only ever a hindrance in this one scenario.

"I stiiiiink." He teases, leaning down to meet your pouty, perfect lips.

"Don't care." You murmur against him, humming through the sweet, lengthy kiss. He tastes like mangoes, his favorite snack. Broly groans, the deep vibration through his chest buzzing wonderfully against your hands that have started to wander that lovely, thick, muscled body.

The door bursts open, a drunken sophomore stumbling in. Broly huffs and breaks away from you, glaring at the intruder with a tightly set jaw and angry eyes. "Get out."

You bite your lip, admittedly loving his intimidating demeanor more than you should, given his history with his anger management. But the way that drunk scrambles out, damn near pissing himself before slamming the door shut again, you just can't help but admire your boyfriend even more. Broly takes a calming breath and you take the opportunity to finish collecting your things.

Bulma is luckily by the door, smoking with a gaggle of hopeless men around her, and she waves you and Broly goodbye as you leave the house. You smile when your boyfriend repositions you to the inside of the sidewalk, his arm protectively around your shoulders as you walk into the night. His car is parked nearly two blocks away and your eyes widen with every car you pass.

"It sure doesn't feel like there's that many people at Bulma's…"

"I'm sure they're either doping or fucking in rooms you don't even go in." He shakes his head and finally, you reach his SUV. A gentleman as always, he opens the door for you and helps you inside the lifted vehicle, having to have special accomodations for his size.

Broly holds your hand during the ride, his apartment building about a twenty minute drive from the neighborhood Bulma's house is in. He carries your bag inside and pulls his thick, dark hair out of his braid. His hair, waved from the braid, fans out across his shoulders and back. "I don't wanna wash my hair." He whines and rubs at his forehead, tension slowly relieving itself.

"Lemme smell." You stand on the coffee table, catching a quick whiff of his dark locks. "Still fresh; smells like strawberries."

"Oh thank god." Broly mutters, tying his hair in a quick top knot and disappearing into the bathroom.

You prepare a quick meal for him and plate it on the small dining table, waiting politely for him to finish getting cleaned up before digging into the pancakes. When he emerges, he's fresh and clean, hair loose once again and looking snugly in a pair of sweats and a tight, impossibly tight black t-shirt.

"Thank you, baby." He murmurs, hiding a yawn into the crook of his elbow. Dinner is eaten in companionable silence, his socked foot occasionally bumping yours while he feigns innocence. Several giggles are hidden in your hand every time, and after dinner you cuddle together on the couch.

Broly's got a six year streak in of never letting your ass touch a couch cushion while he's near, and tonight is no exception as he yanks you down on top of his lap to smother your face in sweet kisses. You laugh through his flurry attack, your fingers soon tangled in those thick locks. His lips swoop in on yours, capping them with a full, heated kiss.

"Can't wait for you to move in…" He murmurs through the kiss.

"Me neither…" Your reply is quickly drowned out by another passionate kiss before Broly settles his face into your neck, holding you in a near bone-crushing hug.

"I love you." He murmurs. He's ready to move you out of Bulma's place already; as soon as you say the word, he'll be there with cardboard boxes and his muscles ready to go.

"I love you too." You whisper, playing with his hair. Broly's kitten-like against you, purring softly at the touches your nails leave on his scalp. It amazes you daily that he's all yours and has dedicated himself to you entirely; he moved out of state with you after high school, getting a grueling job just to afford staying nearby during your time at college. "So much. I see everything you do, all the sacrifices you've ever made. I love you, Broly. You are my world."

"I'd do it all again, you know." He murmurs. "This life or the next."

[biscuit-munchies]

If you're still doing those doodle request, a cute Yamcha if you may, pretty please!

Thank youuuu!! 💖

cute yamcha has been deployed! along with a cute goku! This aint ship they just brotherly hugging

[mamasech]

Babygirl Frieza and Frost requested by IcejinLov3r 💟 mama_sech

[blackenedsnow]

Hello, I hope you are doing well! :3 Is it alright if I could please request smut headcanons for Mira (DBZ)? Thank you very much. I hope your day has been going great for you. Keep up the amazing work you awesome bean!!

mira x reader smut headcanons

WARNING: NSFW/18+, dominance/power play, control/restraint themes, mild degradation, rough handling

PAIRING: Mira x Reader

NOTE: Hey there! I’m doing well, thank you so much for asking, and I hope you’re having an amazing day too! I’m really excited to explore Mira’s character here.

Mira approaches everything with precision, including intimacy.

Every touch, every movement is planned and purposeful.

He’s not one for spontaneity or warmth, instead, he focuses on control.

His touch is firm but calculated, leaving you no room to resist or question his authority.

He enjoys asserting his dominance, ensuring you know who is in charge from start to finish.

He rarely speaks during these moments, except for a few sharp commands or questions to gauge your pleasure.

When he does speak, it’s in a calm, almost robotic tone—cold and detached but intensely focused on their reactions.

Mira’s strength allows him to completely dominate you, yet he maintains an eerie amount of restraint.

He holds back just enough to ensure you're overwhelmed by the anticipation of what’s coming next.

His grip might be bruising, but it never crosses the line into real harm.

He’s the type to tie you down, ensuring you can’t move or resist while he works on you, methodically driving you wild.

In a good way, duh.

Mira is rough, but not in a primal way.

His movements are controlled, methodical, like he’s experimenting on you to figure out the best way to make you squirm.

His grip is firm, and he’ll press his body against yours with a mechanical precision, watching your every reaction as though analyzing the data.

He takes pride in knowing he can completely break your composure with just a calculated touch.

He’s not concerned with his own pleasure as much as controlling the situation to bring you to the brink multiple times.

If something works well, he’ll exploit it to its full potential, driving you to the edge with ruthless efficiency.

Though Mira remains emotionally detached, he’s frighteningly attentive to your needs.

If you ever need a break or tell Mira to stop, he’d respond immediately.

Despite his nature, Mira values control over chaos, and forcing something against your will would disrupt that.

He’ll pull back without hesitation, observing you closely, analyzing whether you truly need a break or if it’s just a temporary moment of weakness.

His lack of warmth doesn’t mean he’ll push you past your limits—he knows exactly where the line is and respects it, because in his eyes, consent is a part of control.

When Mira finally takes things to the next level, he does so with ruthless precision.

His movements are quick and efficient, not out of lust, but because he’s reached the conclusion that this method will bring you to the highest level of satisfaction.

He doesn’t rush, but when he wants something, he takes it—his focus unrelenting, his body moving in perfect sync with yours to elicit the strongest reactions.

After everything is said and done, Mira’s version of aftercare is minimal but efficient.

He’ll help clean you up in the same detached manner, making sure you're comfortable but not going out of his way to be soft or emotional.

He doesn’t cuddle or offer reassurances; instead, he makes sure everything is in order and that you're physically okay.

While Mira doesn’t express love overtly, he does show it in small ways.

He might brush your hair away from your face or ensure you have water afterward, but he won’t acknowledge these actions as anything more than necessities.