DBZ Villains x fem reader NSFW headcanons
MINORS DNI. NSFW Content.
Basically what it says on the tin. What it would be like to get freaky with some of the DBZ/DBS villains, in my humble opinion. I have written fics for most of these so if you are interesting in more of what I have here please see my masterlist!
P.S. Granolah is here because he starts off as a villain okay?!
Content warnings: sort of yandere vibes, bite marks, bruising, overstimulation, Saiyans being Saiyans.
Turles
Turles has a sort of dangerous, effortless charm that extends to intimate situations. He loves playing the long game, teasing you with his fingers and lips, smug grins and whispered taunts that leave you flushed and frustrated before he even starts.
Every single move is direct and purposeful with the intention to make you beg. He truly takes his time, nibbling your hip bones, stroking feather-light swipes over your folds with the pad of his thumb with lazy confidence, licking at your nipples for just long enough to make you squirm. He is a patient man when it comes to seeking victory, and he knows full well that it will be all the more satisfying for the both of you when he finally gives you what you want.
Despite his rough, battle-worn exterior, he has an undeniable finesse in the way he dominates. He is gentle with your most sweet and sensitive spots, but exploits them with the perfect amount of bittersweet pain—soft little bites and sucks. But when he knows you can handle it, he doesn’t hesitate to leave marks on your skin. Pretty love bites and bruises, all over your neck and shoulders, maybe even your tummy. He also likes to use his tail to hold you in place.
“My, you are quite the spectacle, my sweet. Covered in my little marks, all mine.”
100% a dom and knows it.
Z Broly (base)
Broly is a force of nature in everything he does, and intimacy is no exception. His immense power makes him hesitant at first—there’s always a fear that he’ll lose control, that his overwhelming strength might be too much. He’s used to destruction, not tenderness, and the idea of being close to someone in such a vulnerable way makes him awful scared. But once he’s reassured by you that he can let go, that he’s safe with you, he gives himself over completely.
When Broly loves, he does it with his entire being. His touch is heavy, filled with as much need as strength, and he can’t help but grip, pull, and hold as if he’s afraid you might slip away. There’s something almost animalistic about him—he follows instinct, desperate to claim and be claimed in his entirety in return. His breathing is ragged, his body burning with the sheer intensity of his emotions, and he groans low in his throat as he buries himself inside your velvet warmth, needing to feel you completely.
Broly is tentative and gentle, not wanting to split you in half. But once your nails dig into his back and you look at him with those sweet eyes asking him to move, he’d be damned if he didn’t do anything you say.
Afterwards he clings to you like a lost puppy. He may not have the words to express his feelings, but his embrace speaks volumes.
Is a sub. Likes when you tell him what you like and how to do it.
Goku Black
Goku Black approaches intimacy like a ritual, an act of both control and indulgence. There’s an eerie grace in the way he moves—slow, deliberate, every touch calculated to elicit the precise reaction he desires. He savours the way you shiver under his fingertips, the sharp gasps when he drags his lips across your throat, the quiet whimpers when he pulls away just to watch you eyebrows knot in pleading.
He thrives on power, on knowing that even in your most vulnerable moments, he is the one in control and the one you give in to. To him, there is something darkly thrilling about it—watching you surrender to him completely, knowing that he has reduced you to nothing but pure sensation. But yet, there’s an odd reverence in the way he touches you, as though you are something to be worshipped before you are to be devoured. He murmurs against your skin, a sinful mix of teases and degrading taunts.
“Don’t forget how lucky you are to be here, my pet.”
“That’s it, let go for me, I’ve got you, I always do.”
But Goku Black is not gentle—his passion comes with an edge of cruelty. He enjoys drawing things out, testing limits, seeing just how far he can push you before you break. And of course, he has to be the one to put you back together.
Dom but enjoys the odd occasion of letting you worship his body while he relaxes.
Granolah
Granolah is cautious when it comes to intimacy—his entire life has been built around survival, and letting someone into bed with him hadn’t exactly been a part of that. It would probably be his first time, to be honest. At first, he’s hesitant, almost rigid, unsure of how to allow himself to be vulnerable. But once he lets go, there’s a quiet intensity in the way he shows his affection and desire, an unyielding focus that makes every touch, every kiss, feel impossibly meaningful.
He’s surprisingly tender, his fingers tracing the planes of your skin as though memorising them, mapping every inch of warmth. His movements are precise, careful and a little hesitant. He doesn’t quite know the right way of doing things, but he uses his feelings for you to guide him. His hands are strong, calloused from battle, but he holds your body close as if you are the finest porcelain. He is extremely attentive to your needs, focusing his eyes on your face and your reactions, but blushes when you make eye contact. He also gets embarrassed at the moan he lets out when he presses his cock into you for the first time.
His breath hitches and he lets out the sweetest little sounds of pleasure, but doesn’t say too much. He’d rather focus and cherish the moment, as if it were something special. As if he’s afraid of waking up and having it all be a dream.
“You’re so perfect. I’m so glad you’re mine.”
“You’re the only person I ever want to do this with.”
Soft dom once he gets his confidence up.
Raditz
Raditz is all about hunger and possession. His approach to intimacy is wild, untamed, and driven by instinct. He’s rough around the edges, more primal than poetic, but what he lacks in romance, he makes up for in sheer passion. He doesn’t offer much in the way of kisses, he prefers to have his lips locked with your pussy.
He’s the type to pin you down with a feral grin, his deep, husky voice teasing you about how needy and pathetic you look before he’s even laid a hand on you. And when he does? There’s not an ounce of trepidation. He takes.
His hands are big, strong, almost overwhelming as he grips your waist, pulling you flush against him. He purrs and growls in your ear, murmuring cocky taunts and wicked promises about how good you are for him, how badly he’s wanted this. He’s demanding, relentless, pushing you to your limit just to hear you scream out intelligible syllables starting with R and ending in -aditz. He rubs your clit while he fucks you, intent on making you brainless.
“You look so cute all blushing and whining for me, babe.”
He gets off on being the one to make you cum. No seriously, he will do it again and again, whether it be with his fingers, tongue or cock, he doesn’t care. He wants to overstimulate you.
“Good girl…Let’s see if you can give me one more.”
Dom but secretly loves when you make him submit to you. Seeing you feisty and confident turns him on.
