#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. :')

[mamasech]

Babygirl Broly as requested by anon 💕 mama_sech

[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.

[huggableanimecharacters]

Would You Hug Them?

[bones4thecats]

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[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

[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

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[kaioshin-kai]

Here you go! Enjoy.

[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.

[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]

Can i request sfw prompt 1 with vegeta. But instead of it being vegeta's shirt can it be s/o's baggy hoodie that vegeta borrows?

#1- "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?"

author's note: i love vegeta in casual clothes. i want nothing more than to see him in a henley shirt 🤤

pairing: vegeta x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, vegeta being a lil shit

Getting Vegeta out of his armor and into casual clothes was a gradual thing. Despite it being the uniform of his past as a slave and the reminder of his genocidal deeds, it was comforting for him as the only constant he'd ever had his entire life. At any moment he'd be ready to fight, and that damn standard issue Frieza Force fit could handle it, with its ability to stretch at any size and to a certain extent, it could tank most hits without damage.

But sometimes it's laundry day, and it's not like he's got many pairs of armor tucked away. And as proud as he is of his body, he's humble enough to not walk around Bulma's place in the nude.

He's not above stealing, however.

You hum softly as you pull your laundry out of the dryer, rubbing your fingers and thumb together through Vegeta's skin-tight Saiyan suit. It's been hanging to dry since your clothes finished washing, and you've begun a routine of washing Vegeta's clothes with yours. It isn't like he's got much to make a full load anyway, and you can't recall ever seeing your sister do her own laundry.

With another hum, you drape his armor over your basket of clothes and begin the trek upstairs. Your room is right across the hall from the Saiyan's, so you simply hang the suit on the door and knock before stepping into your bedroom. With a sigh and a heave of the basket, you look at the arduous task for several minutes before starting.

Folding. Fuck folding.

"Bulma! Vegeta!" You shout through cupped hands. "Dinner's ready!" Bulma's door opens quickly with your older, adoptive sister practically jumping down the stairway.

"Thank god, I'm starving. Smells like steak?"

"Surf 'n turf." You nod, glancing back in the direction of the stairs. "He better hurry, 'cuz he's gonna be mad if he misses this, with all the meat I made."

"His loss!" Bulma shrugs, piling the delicious meal you've prepped onto her plate, her hip propped to the countertop as she starts eating. Despite Bulma's uncaring attitude, after your plate is fixed up you set aside the rest for Vegeta. It's a hefty portion, and after living with him for a year, you've figured out the sweet spot for the prince's hunger; any less than the three steaks, two bags worth of shrimp, plus the rest of the fixins and Vegeta would have a pouty, princely tantrum.

"You baby him, y'know." Bulma says before biting into her steak.

Your eyes cut at her sharply, annoyed as you sip on your tea. "You built him a special training room."

"You cook for him!"

"I cook for you!"

"You do his laundry!"

"You bought him the clothes I wash!"

"He's wearing your hoodie!"

"You- He what."

Bulma smirks, lazily flicking her fork in the incoming prince's direction. Sure enough, he's wearing your favorite hoodie as he strides to the kitchen. It's an old one from your teenage years with a worn Nirvana logo on it. The thing has always been like a safety net; its large size has allowed you to sort of "hide" whenever your nerves have gotten to you.

But on Vegeta, it's perfect. He fills it out how it's meant to, the black fabric making him look so snugly. It's odd, seeing him so… Soft? His rippling muscles are entirely covered, and his sharply narrowed eyes lose their bite. You point to the leftover platter, pleased with his nod of thanks. Bulma hides a giggle behind her palm, eyes openly ogling Vegeta's ass in those jeans while he walks the platter to the table.

"Stop that!" You whisper, throwing the salt shaker at her. It doesn't dissuade your sister, however, and she merely throws the shaker right back. You catch it, sticking your tongue out and looking to Vegeta as he tears into his mini feast.

"Is that my hoodie?"

"I dunno." Vegeta shrugs. You blink slowly, glancing at your sister and then back to the Saiyan prince.

"Where did you even get it from?" You swear it was-

"In your closet."

b r u h

"Then… It would be mine."

"Hm." Vegeta finishes his food, politely moving the dishes into the sink and washing his hands. "I'll be training."

His knuckles ghost over your knee as he leaves, a thrill of warmth sent up all the way to your neck. Bulma, at the very least, has the courtesy to wait for Vegeta's footsteps to recede upstairs before laughing loudly at you.

"You so have a thing for him!"

"Shut UP, Bulma!" Jaw tightened and brows furrowed, a dish towel's suddenly in her face while you stomp upstairs. Embarrassment ebbs at your skin, cheeks hot and flustered goosebumps littering your arms and legs. Of course you're interested in Vegeta; a strong, handsome man in your home?? That you take care of?? You'd have to be blind, deaf, and dumb to not take interest.

You're suddenly met with a brick wall, though when you see that bright blue another wave of embarrassment showers over you. Naturally you'd run directly into your crush at a time like this.

How is he so SOLID-

"Here." Vegeta murmurs, looking into your eyes so directly he can probably see your brain short out and stop working. If he did, though, he doesn't indicate it and gently drapes the folded hoodie over your shoulder, his knuckles brushing your skin again.

Without another word, Vegeta departs for his training session. You gnaw on your lip and carefully hold the sweatshirt, the scent of his body wash lingering on it. You hold it to your nose and quickly scurry into your bedroom before Bulma catches you.

"WHY IS IT SO FUCKING COLD?!"

You flinch, side-eyeing your shivering sister with a look that could kill and pass her a cup of hot cocoa. "Because it's the dead of winter, eleven at night, and you broke the goddamn heater. I can't believe you don't know anything HVAC related, and more than that, I can't believe you fucked with it not knowing what to do!"

"Oh, you can bet your ass I'm gonna be an expert by the end of the week! And excuse me for trying to make it work in my bedroom!"

All you can muster is an eye roll, tuning out Bulma's incessant blabbering and shiver as you prepare your own cocoa. Your sleeves are long, but the thin fabric wasn't doing you any favors. Bulma, all bundled up and even sporting an orange beanie with a blue pom on top, tugs at your thin top. "You're gonna freeze, girl."

"I can't find my hoodie." Your fingers twirl a spoon between them as the marshmallows melt in the cocoa.

"You have more." Bulma narrows her blue eyes suspiciously.

"That one's my favorite. It's big and warm and soft." Your lips curl into a pout.

"Mhm, sure. Or is it that it's been occupied by a sexy-"

"Who the hell turned the air on?" Vegeta asks as he strides into the kitchen, in dark sweatpants and wearing your hoodie once again. Sometimes it feels like this is the only room you see him in.

"Bulma broke the furnace." You cut your eyes to her again, sticking your tongue out when she flips up her middle finger at you.

"Of course." Vegeta rolls his eyes, accepting the cup of cocoa you quickly make up for him. His fingers graze yours, but he's frowning and seems not to notice the action. "You have goosebumps."

"Ah, it's cold?"

"Where's your jacket?"

"Where's my jacket?"

"You deaf?"

"I- No."

"Hm. Here." Vegeta pulls off your hoodie, and the chill in the house dispels in an instant.

Your sister's eyes damn near bulge out of her head at Vegeta's naked torso. While her face slowly turns red, Vegeta opens up the hoodie and pulls it over your head and tugs it down, quieting your worries down before you can voice them. "Saiyans are more hot-blooded than humans; I'll be fine."

Your mouth is bone-dry and you probably haven't blinked since the second that hem started going up. "Uh… I, ah… T-Thanks."

Vegeta takes a step back, picking up his mug and looking directly into your eyes while he takes a sip. "Mhm."

What the fuck. Why is he so hot.

Bulma's baby blues flick between you and Vegeta, her mouth parted enough to catch flies. "What the hell is going on here."

"Stay warm tonight." Vegeta keeps his eyes trained on you, shifting away before pausing his movements. "Make those hashbrowns with the eggs and bacon in the morning."

"Yes sir." You nod dumbly, eyes burning from the lack of blinking. What the hell was that about??

"G'night, ladies." Vegeta murmurs before strutting back out, a satisfied smirk on his lips when he feels two pairs of eyes on his toned back.

"If you don't get a piece of that when he's literally putting himself on a platter…" Bulma warns lowly, already thinking of potential baby names. "I fucking will."

You scoff and dump what remains in your mug, "Shut up. He's just after food."

"You are so dumb." Bulma pulls off her beanie and fans herself. "He's been giving you fuck-me eyes for months and I am siiiiiiiick of it."

"I-" You cheeks heat up and you pull your hood up, hiding your face in it.

"Uh-uh! Own it! Hot space alien has the hots for you!"

"You don't know that!"

"Yes I do. He wants you to stay warm in his-"

"Bulma Briefs!"

Your sister leaves the room after a quick kiss to your temple, cackling all the way upstairs while you childishly rub the smooch away. Your thoughts wander while you do an inventory of the fridge, wondering if Bulma's words really do hold any weight to them. Yes, Vegeta has been�� Bold. His smoldering gaze sets you ablaze every time he looks your way, and more and more you're noticing him looking at you, touching you…

Wearing your hoodie whenever he feels like it.

Perhaps she's onto something, but that'll be dealt with later, as it's midnight and he's already said his goodnights. But as you set your hand on the doorknob to your room, Vegeta's door opens up. Cursing softly, you turn your head to give him one more goodnight.

There's a pause, your eyes locked and the tension becoming more charged with each passing second. He's thrown on a dark Henley since going back to his bedroom, and it is entirely unfair for half-covered forearms to look so damn good. "Um… You're up late." You grimace at yourself for the lame conversation starter, though Vegeta seems not to care.

"Training room is broken."

"Bulma's gonna tear you a new one."

"And all I have to do is take off my shirt and she'll shut up."

Devious bastard.

"Good… Good point." You bite into your lip and curl your hand around the fabric of your sleeve, pulling it to your lip while cutting eye contact with the handsome prince.

"Do I make you nervous?"

"... A little bit."

Those bulky arms cross over his muscled chest and he smirks at you like he's gotten prey in his cross hairs. "I suppose it makes sense." He leans in closely to you, your chin soon between his fingers so he can make you look at him. A soft, sharp inhale sucks in between your lips, Vegeta's smirk widening. "A bad man living right across the hall… That'd make anyone nervous. But that's not why you're nervous."

"Vegeta…"

His arms box you in, hands firmly planted on the painted wall and leaving you with no escape. "Ever had a man this close?"

"... No." The air is heavy around you, so thick you could cut through it with an eyelash curler. Vegeta's dark eyes flick down and then back at your eyes, and you could swear he looked at your lips. He inches even closer, his lips a whisper on your cheek before they meet your ear, his voice causing an involuntary shudder throughout your entire body; even your goosebumps get goosebumps.

"How long are you going to ignore me?"

"Vegeta?"

"Way I see it, you've got two choices. You can acknowledge me, let me down easy if you gotta, or…" He thumbs the hem of your sweatshirt. "You give this back."

"It's my hoodie!" You squeak. He's so close that when you turn your head, your nose bumps his. He's right there!

"You mean our hoodie?"

"I- You- We- Huh??"

"We're sharing it. End of."

"Well, what're you sharing with me?" Your lips curl into an adorable pout and you cross your arms with an annoyed eyebrow raised. Who the hell was he to make demands from you?? He was in your house you shared with Bulma, eating your food and living off of you and your sister entirely for free! Not to mention he'd tried to kill all of your friends!!!

"The hoodie."

"Of yours." You started rolling your eyes entirely too often when Bulma allowed him to stay here.

Vegeta smirks. "I have one thing in mind."

His lips are on yours, and in the morning when you're cooking his breakfast, he struts into the kitchen with a satisfied smirk and your old hoodie on once again. Bulma eyes you incredulously as she walks in, noticing how his hand rubs up the curve of your spine before running back down and gripping your rear.

"I told you so!"

[mamasech]

Babygirl Frieza and Frost requested by IcejinLov3r 💟 mama_sech

[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

[little-gay-boy-45]

Any chance I could request some cute Frieza/Frost art? I really like your art style a lot! If you don’t take requests though, I understand.

here ya go! this is my first time doing smth like this on tumblr :D