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Dragon Ball Kink Meme

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You can't tease me by making that the example and not actually requesting it! The more I think about it the more I want it. Krillin probably saw it in one of Roshi's magazine and has been dying to try it. He finally gets the courage to ask 18 and she thinks it's the best idea ever.

BONUS: They go strap-on shopping together. Krillin tries not to die of shame while for 18 acts like it isn't any different than regular shopping.

Bra/Pan - The girls get creative with food in bed.

SECONDED there is almost nothing of this pairing it's painful!

I can't believe there is NO shippy fic or smut of them. Post-Buu saga they do everything together and they are SO domestic.

I want it completely consensual, but it doesn't have to be serious you can make it as silly and funny as you'd like it. Tentacles are optional if you want to just make it fluffy and domestic. I'm dying for anything here, whatever route you choose would be great.

I can and have imagined/wondered about this as well.

Now I'm imagining Buu using tentacles to give Mr. Satan a massage. :P

LOL now that I think about it, that's probably canon!

I mean when I say I'll take anything so if anyone wants to go for that do it!!

Goku and Gohan establish a relationship after Goku after the Buu saga.

Later, they go through phase in which Goku wants Gohan to be ready for him any time and any where.

Incest warning.

Gohan must be older than 18 years of age and no previous physical relationship before Goku died at the Cell Games.

Extra-marital affair or a universe when Gohan and Videl never get together in the first place is okay - either one.

Goku tops.

Initially they find the arrangement exciting, but eventually it becomes exhausting for both of them and they fall back into a more conventional physical relationship.

Vegeta/Bulma - Vegeta is confused but Bulma enjoys anal play (fingering, rimming, butt plugs, etc). Eventually he discovers that not only he gets off on giving her pleasure like this, but he enjoys it himself.

(Set after Buu Saga) Goku is back to life, but still, to Gohan nothing is the same as when he was a child. Piccolo makes sure to make Gohan feels better (in any way he can)

Piccolo never cared about physical pleasures, but ever since fusing with Nail he's been having...needs. Needs that he doesn't know how to satisfy. Too prideful to ask, he tries to figure it out for himself...but how the heck does a Namek masturbate?

Not really a kink I guess, but I'd like to read something with Krillin and Eighteen's first time like actually making love. They've already had sex before, but Krillin takes the role of showing Eighteen what it's like to take it slow and really connect emotionally while having sex. And of course Eighteen is a little overwhelmed by it all.

Original post here:
http://dragonkink.livejournal.com/721.html?thread=1154257#t1154257

Krillin laid out flower petals and chocolate lightly onto the bed, sprinkled on the comforter by the fluffed pillows. Message oil waited on the bedside table. The stem of the rose tasted like dirt when he held it in his teeth, no matter how many times he had washed it off. Already, he could hear the jokes if someone saw this scene.

But they didn’t know! Because they wouldn’t have believed the truth.

For the fifth time, he consciously avoided staring at the window or any time piece.

When she came in (and he presumed that she would tonight) he could only hope it wasn’t with a set schedule. Looking at the clock she didn’t need, ‘you have five minutes of foreplay.’

‘That’s not fair.’

‘Two minutes.’

There might not even be kissing, and this was the worst part. She dangled that out there like a confusing carrot as he tugged at the cart strapped to him, ignoring the alarm beeping and his roommates getting pissed that he’d set it wrong. By then, she would be searching for her pants.

She just wanted it fast. No conception of waiting or delayed gratification and Krillin could only hold himself apart for so long. She might not even come inside, occasionally. Like ruining the flower beds he’d carefully just watered that morning. Seedy bathrooms in semi-public places. Once they’d even found themselves on the roof, three-quarters dressed and trying not to break the gutters. Or she would just show up and push him downwards.

Eighteen treated him like a sex ATM.

Sometimes she even literally gave him money. ‘You were acceptable.’

‘What?’

‘Go on; by yourself something pretty for me.’

But she hadn’t really cared much about his silk boxers the next time she showed up.

Well, Krillin wouldn’t have it anymore!

There were candles and a red shirt to be thrown over the light. Romantic music would be played. Master Roshi and Oolong were long gone, physically thrown out and mystified as to why. He had even taken notes the last time he’d gone to Capsule Corp on wooing the unaffectionate. Eighteen wouldn’t be moved if he started crying into a carton ice cream (not that he would…), but maybe if he pouted and rejected her advances, she would realize her mistake.

Then leave. And never come back.

Lines could form of people that would do exactly as she ordered. People glad to be her sex ATM. What had he been thinking, pushing his luck? Remember his last date? Remember all the long nights alone, all but crying into a pillow and wishing for someone, anyone, to comfort him? Remember eating ice cream and watching romantic movies (and crying) and trying desperately not to think about Eighteen?
So what if she was a little cold, often late, and a little brusque? Relationships were all about compromise. That’s what the movies had promised anyway. Deep down, surely Eighteen cared, and what was self-respect worth really, and had he ever had any of that anyway?

Remember Maron? Remember Mint, remember Lunch? Oh, oh, this is fun, remember Bulma? All the pretty girls that looked right through him, and if noticing him at all, would just laugh? And there was that alien woman with that flood of orange hair…remember Eighteen and that first little mocking kiss. Her mouth, her laughter, those smug blue eyes and that endearing habit of pushing that perfect sunlit hair out of her face. Everything to him in that moment, then and forever.

Krillin languished and waiting.

Sometime after the Cell Saga, Yamcha and 17 hit it off and start dating. Bulma throws a party and invites (read: blackmails) everyone into coming. 17 and Yamcha go as a couple and much awkwardness, fluff, hilarity and trolling on Bulma's part ensue. (I think she's tease Yamcha about this, but not in a mean way.) Bonus points for 18 not-so-subtly investigating Yamcha to figure out if he's worthy of her little brother.

Yeah, I know it's not kinky, but you can write smut or not.

The atmosphere was too romantic now. Desperate, and that came hand in hand with something else that came in hand. He rolled over and found the box under his bed.

Now the fighter was just tempting the worst fate, but couldn’t seem to stop from digging through magazines he’d hidden and not read for so long now; prehistory artifacts. They looked so flat and boring now. Fake bodies with staples separating them. How could they compare to his goddess showing up in flannel and boots and Chapstick? Now, that got him through the next five minutes, and she really deserved this revenge/insidious masturbation. Just enough to take the edge off. It would trap her here for a little while longer, while she waited for him to get ready again.

Strangely thrilling this time, as it hadn’t been since Krillin was a teenager. His right hand had more relevance and skill. Imagination honed, but now it was looser, sweeter. He was a reborn into someone better, someone with a partner, a person no longer expected death the following week, and he was no longer even bald. A new man. Now he masturbated and waited for a woman that would probably maybe show up and even have sex with him.

It was the perverted version of waking up the next morning after he’d been literally revived. Sunlight even new beauty, dawn lovelier than ever after a sunset that was awe inducing. There same warm peace he’d felt that first time Eighteen had stopped by to all but assault him on the beach. Sand all over and embarrassing him later while he dusted it off in the living room and then went upstairs to pass out.

Krillin still had not told a soul what they did.

He was certain that it was the same for her. Maybe she whispered it to herself or wrote it down in a journal or called anonymous numbers to reveal her feelings to strangers but he wasn’t certain. Her brother couldn’t know because he hadn’t tracked Krillin down and beaten him to death with his own genitals.

Self-pity was always followed after lust. That still hadn’t changed. Fall asleep with his hands down his shorts, pouting and depressed. But this time it would be surrounded by chocolate and candles and on a bed of roses. Like he’d really been treating himself right, and then wrong. Maybe the others would come back early and find him like this. Take pictures like that time he’d gotten drunk during a party and awoken on a front lawn of one of Bulma’s neighbors. ‘Please leave or I’ll call the cops.’ Krillin had been too hungover and shirtless to explain.

Dawn stabbed him in the eye much like that long evening. But it was even worse this time.

Eighteen hadn’t even broken in to write rude notes to stick on him with glue. Her version of love letters, and he kept every one, even the ones that were morbidly violent.

Downstairs, his roommates were chomping at cereal, and he could never explain why he looked so depressed. “Why is there chocolate on your back?”

“I really don’t know anymore.” Krillin sighed into the milk.

I'd like to see these three together - could be their first time, could be an established relationship, but the important thing is that everyone's having a good time and it's not just a quick fuck but proper love-making, hot and sweet.

We need some GB up in here.

It had been years since they'd had sex. To be honest, they liked it better that way

I want a fic where Goku and Chichi are both asexual.

(Copied from the old thread cus I randomly wrote a fill for it... >v>;; )

Videl's line about how "her dad won't let her date any boys unless they're stronger than him" made me wonder...what if she got around that rule by secretly dating girls?

This can go basically any way the author wants it to (canon character or OC, pre-Gohan or alternate timeline, SFW or NSFW, steady girlfriend or serial dater), I'm just interested in seeing what might come up. Thanks!

The topic came up one afternoon after a particularly rigorous gym class.

“Geez, you really need to start wearing a bra, Videl,” Erasa chided. “You may not be a D-cup, but those things still jiggle around enough to give any red-blooded boy a heart attack.”

She’d expected her best friend to blush and stammer, or to punch her in the shoulder. What she hadn’t expected was the look of sheer confusion that spread over Videl’s face.

“...What’s a bra?”

Once it became clear that the girl wasn’t joking, they managed to hash things out. Videl’s mother had died when she was young, Erasa knew that, but she hadn’t realized what a huge gap this had created in Videl’s feminine education. Mr. Satan had taught her nothing beyond the sex talk, and even that had just been the big man breaking down crying and begging her never to have any. And nearly everyone who frequented their house and gym was a man.

“I thought I was dying the first time I got my period,” Videl moaned, burying her face in her hands. “Thank god for our school nurse.”

“Well anyway, you’re definitely too developed to keep running around braless,” Erasa insisted, dragging the conversation back to the immediate problem. “Tell you what, you’ve got a little money on you, right? Let’s head to the mall and get you stocked up.”

So she dragged Videl down to a nice clothing shop, chattering aimlessly about sizes and brands. Videl immediately gravitated to the cheapest, plain white models—”I mean, it’s just underwear”—despite Erasa’s best efforts to steer her away—”But you might as well have fun with it!” Eventually they compromised, and Videl wound up with a stack half white and half patterned.

Videl was all ready to pay and be done with it, but Erasa insisted she use the changing room. They didn’t really know Videl’s size, after all, and better to double-check now instead of having to wait in the returns line later.

“Come on, just get it over with!” giggled Erasa, shoving her protesting friend into the little room. “Don’t be such a sissy.”

And then she waited.

And waited.

And...waited? Videl should’ve been done by then...

Erasa was just about to knock when she heard Videl’s voice from the other side of the door, uncharacteristically timid. “...Erasa...?”

“Yeah?”

“Could you...um, could you come in here, please?”

Erasa was dumbfounded—Videl would hardly want to model for her, would she? Nevertheless, she turned the knob and gingerly stepped inside.

Videl was topless and bent nearly double, long black hair trailing messily down her beet-red face. A blue polka-dotted bra was hanging halfway off of her breasts as Videl struggled to cinch it behind her back. She was breathing heavily, gazing up at Erasa with a pitifully pleading look.

For god’s sake, where did the toughest chick in the schoolyard get off looking so damn moe?

“I can’t figure out how to get it on,” she mumbled, mortified.

There was a lump in Erasa’s throat too big for her to laugh past. She’d seen Videl changing before, of course, but that was in a locker room surrounded by dozens of other girls. This felt...different. Private.

She had to distract herself.

“Oh, is that all?” she tried nervously, quickly striding past Videl and positioning herself behind her. If nothing else, it blocked her from looking at Videl’s chest. “Hmm, yeah, it was quite a trick the first time I had to do it...”

Erasa carefully took the straps from Videl’s hands, shivering at the momentary contact with the girl’s muscular back. Then, taking a deep breath, she eased the bra around until it was completely backwards, the ends of the straps underneath Videl’s breasts and the cups over her shoulderblades.

“Sometimes it helps to hook it in front and then shift it back around.” Her voice was little more than a whisper.

Hesitantly, Videl took the ends of the straps out of Erasa’s fingers and began working at the clasp, peering intently at it. Erasa kept her eyes shut until she heard Videl give an excited squeak.

“There you go!” Erasa trilled encouragingly, forcing herself to look to ensure that it was hooked correctly, although the thought of Videl’s bare chest had her palpitating even before she saw it. Energized by her triumph, Videl grabbed the base of the bra and yanked it around until it settled into place. She proceeded to examine it, pulling at the fabric and adjusting it every which way, brow furrowed intently.

“Is it supposed to be like this?” she asked, concerned.

Erasa was Videl’s friend, and anyway Videl’s little ladies were all covered up now, so she bent down to stare intently at the problem area. A hand automatically came up to examine by touch, as she would have done to herself in this situation, but she managed to snatch it back in time.

“It...looks a little too tight,” she stated. “But it’s up to you. If you’re having trouble breathing, then it’s definitely too tight.”

Videl inhaled to test it out, chest rising and then falling as the air was released. Erasa began to stand up, almost bumping Videl’s chin. They were awfully close together.

“I think you’re right,” Videl murmured close to her friend’s ear, lost in thought. A few locks of hair were still trailing down Videl’s front, one absently tucked into the corner of the bra. Erasa reached out to move it, and suddenly the proximity and the strength of Videl’s scent were overpowering. “It does feel—”

Erasa pressed her lips against hers.

It was impulsive, and gentle, and she came to her senses within moments. But no sooner did she end the kiss than Videl came crashing back into her, hands interlocking around the back of Erasa’s head and forcing her down so hard that their teeth collided. Videl had her against the wall in an instant, smothering her mouth with bruising pressure with her breasts in that too-tight bra plastered against Erasa’s.

Then Videl reared back with a huge gasp of breath, eyes wide with terror. “I—” she fumbled momentarily, then yanked her hands away and turned her back. “I—I—I think I get it now, um, about how to put them on. So, uh, I’ll see if any of these others are the right size, and, uh, we’ll finish up shopping and go home, ‘kay?”

She wasn’t sure if she’d walked out or been pushed, but the next thing Erasa knew she was on the other side of the door.

As she prepared to wait again, it suddenly struck Erasa that this whole thing could’ve been avoided if she’d just given Videl a sports bra.

But then, she decided, tracing her smile with a fingertip, she would’ve missed out on all the fun.

I wish I had the time and I would write up a fill myself. I hope another anon picks this one up. I'll be camping out here just in case.

There was a prompt earlier, on the old kink meme (post 199, I think) about Tien getting gender-bent and not enjoying it, repercussions, etc. I'd like to see that, someone get there gender flipped who is really, honest-to-god, 100% their proper gender normally... and now they aren't. Male or female, sfw or nsfw, whatever, pairing or gen, I wanna see how they deal with this.

With Goku dead, Gohan needs to take his place as the man of the house-in every meaning of the word. Set a year before the Buu Arc

This comes from me thinking about how Gohan kind of has an oedipus complex. Think about it: not only does he still live with his mom, but he falls for someone(Videl) who looks just like her. That's pretty suspect. Also, I have a fetish for the complex

So after seeing this series of pictures,

http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=manga&illust_id=40951851

how about Future Trunks accidentally goes back in time too far for whatever reason, and ends up meeting (see: getting robbed by) the Desert Bandit Yamcha? Trunks thinks that he would make a much better boyfriend than a thief, and hopes that bringing him along for the ride won't mess up the time space continuum. Much.

Yamcha just wants his damn space capsules.

My head canon Namekians are junkless and asexual, but not necessarily aromantic. So Piccolo is in love with Gohan, and touches him and gets him off, despite not being interested in sex himself to make Gohan happy. Must be adult Gohan, and must be consensual.

Okay, so I've seen the tropes where Goku and Vegeta like each other but don't pursue because they don't want to hurt their spouses. I've also seen the tropes where one or both of the ladies has to die--or worse, have their flaws flanderized to make them completely unlikable, thus driving the boys into each other's arms.

For a change, I'd like to see a Goku and a Vegeta who are both very much attracted to and developing feelings for each other--but they also love/are attracted to their wives. It's putting a strain on their relationships and their sparring. Somehow the ladies find out, and they all basically sit down, talk, and basically decide that as long as they all communicate and are all okay with what's happening, it's okay if Goku and Vegeta go for it.

tl;dr The Saiyans deal with their bisexual feels and navigating a polyamorous relationship that, while sometimes challenging and complicated, means that no one has to die or be evil. Would prefer it if Bulma/ChiChi did not happen and if the boys only stayed with their respective wives (maybe they tried and it didn't work out?).

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Dragon Ball Kink Meme

18/ Krillin - femdom, pegging

Bra/Pan - food kink

Re: Bra/Pan - food kink

Mr. Buu/Mr. Satan - domesticity, tentacles

Re: Mr. Buu/Mr. Satan - domesticity, tentacles

Re: Mr. Buu/Mr. Satan - domesticity, tentacles

Goku/Gohan - any time, any where (incest)

Vegeta/Bulma - anal play

Piccolo/Gohan - dom/sub, depression

Piccolo - masturbation

Filled: Overwhelmed (K/18)

Overwhelmed 1/?

Android 17/Yamcha

Overwhelmed 2/?

Vegeta/Yamcha/Goku - making love

fem!Gohan/Piccolo - cunnilingus

Goku/Chichi - asexuality

Videl/? Yuri

Videl/Erasa - Just Some Girl Stuff (1/1?)

Re: Piccolo - masturbation

genderbender bending expectations

Gohan/Chi-Chi, Incest/Oedipus Complex

Future Trunks/Yamcha - Messing with the Timelines?

Gohan/Piccolo, asexual piccolo jerks, sucks, fingers Gohan.

Vegeta/Bulma, Goku/ChiChi, and Vegeta/Goku - Bisexual Saiyans, Polyamory