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1 - Masturbation - Prince Vegeta

2 - Kidnapping - Hit

3 - Alien abduction - Turles

4 -Hypnosis - Goku Black

5 - Finger sucking - Bardock

6 -Outdoor sex - Goku

7 - Blindfolds - Raditz

8- Webcam - Gohan

9 -Shibari - Piccolo

10 - Punishment - Android 17

11 - Somnophilia - Tien

12 -Kneeling - Yamcha

13 - Dildo/Strap-on - Caulifla

14 -Choking - Hit

15 -Sex pollen - Granolah

16 -Remote control - Bulma

17- Service kink - Zamasu

19 - Creampie - Gohan

20 - Mirror sex - Turles

21 -Monsterfucking - Perfect Cell

22 - Gunplay - Bardock

23 -Praise kink - Kale

24 -Anal sex/Pegging - Raditz

25 -Impact play - King Vegeta

27 - Hair pulling - Future Trunks

28 - Needle play - Goku

29 -Omorashi - Vegeta

The buildings stand in defiance of the people who fell. They are no vulnerable flesh but concrete and steel, not as timeless as the mountains that ring the city but able to outlast the civilization that created them by centuries. Given enough time even the smooth grey will give way to a jungle of green and this “ancient” civilization will lay ruined for future generations to discover and perhaps piece together how we lived. I wonder if they'll know how we, with all our labor-saving devices could barely glean six hours sleep, and even when the opportunity to rest came our stress levels kept us unwillingly awake. But for now, all I can do is walk ant-like between the monoliths, grey at my feet, grey at every side, under a carpet of grey that promises nothing but a storm. In the end, it was not our using up of resources that killed us. It was our arrogance and lust for technology that doomed us, for it was man’s own created machines that slaughtered us simply because they could.

A bleak, thin wind it was, like a fine sour wine, searching the marrow and bringing no bloom to the cheek. A thick dreariness that hung in the air and condensed in my lungs making it difficult to breathe. The sky swirls, ominous clouds tinted with the blood of the fallen which had turned to mist in the heat of their death, curling together like a serpent. These clouds were followed by the sudden burst of lightning, sometimes flashing bolts of pure energy seem to stand for long moments around certain buildings. Count one, count two, count three, then, came explosions of thunder in great waves of discordant and demented sounds. The noise level became so intense that it rattled what few windows were still intact. The wind raised to the level of a thousand howling hounds.

I bend forward, pulling my hood over my head and picking up my pace. I run into an abandoned building, the rain pounds against my back like bullets. By the time I get to my sanctuary, I am soaked to the bone and stand shivering like a rat just pulled from the water. My teeth clatter together to create a melody with my pounding heart as it thumps against my ribcage. I drop the hood of my jacket down, it slaps onto my back with a wet splat that has a small, childish chuckle leaving me at the obscene noise. I breathe slowly, in then out to still my heart and relax my tense muscles. They hadn’t been seen in some time and so I had volunteered to go out to scavenge the cities with a small group. I had wondered away from the others, I wanted to see my old apartment and try and scavenge what I could from it- at least pick up a few of my old toys for the kids back home, I knew they could use that cheering up.

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If apathy was a person, Dr. Gero once said, her skin would be pale from lack of sun and her limbs would seem to thin and long for her torso. Her hair would be as pale gold as wheat overdue for harvest, swaying in the wind and eyes of a clouded sky on a summer day. Her voice would be of a viola, slow and even with the hint of more emotion under a stone facade of uninterest. If apathy was a person, I would be her. Through all his constant monologuing, that was the few things I remember. Apathy, yes I am apathy. Nothing is as interesting anymore, if things were different would I still be apathetic? Possibly, what could be stronger than my brother and I?

Flying over this broken cityscape brings more waves of disinterest, constant boredom that gnaws like an insistent rat at the back of my mind. It burrows itself in my bones and tightens my muscles to the point I feel I may explode if I don’t find something to do. My eyes scan below me, surely scavenge teams have been sent out? Surely, one human will be foolish to walk out in the open. I close my eyes, crossing my arms and weaving around buildings in frustrating ease that spoke volumes for the monotony of my current life. However, I jerk to a halt. A noise, soft and near blending into the rain that mops my hair. Feet, running. My eyes scan the area now on full alert and spot the retreating form of someone running into a building. A smirk dances onto my lips and I fly higher into the sky, knowing the building had a hole on one side of the roof. As I approach the roof I can hear it chuckle, a deep sound. A male. I descend at a quicker pace, peeking inside to get a feel of the situation before chuckling myself.

A lone guy soaked to the bone and thinking he was safe. How...pathetic. Truly, apathy did not feel like this. I landed silently, his back still turned to me. Surely, he had heard me or was he so enraptured with his escape from the rain that he was truly oblivious. I stand behind him, a sudden wave of giddy anticipation for what I could do this human thumping through my body from head to toes. He was none the wiser to my presence just behind him. I could blast a hole through his back, strangle him from behind or if I don’t mind getting dirty, I could rip his intestines out as he slowly bleeds to death and watch as the life leaves his eyes. However, we are both startled as he turns abruptly and he screams, throwing himself back against a wall. For my part, my eyes only widen a margin before I am closing in on him.

My hand snaps up and my fingers wrap around his neck, feeling his quickened pulse against my palm. His own hands fly up to grip my wrist and he struggles to breathe. He gasps, eyes glassing over and mouth gaping like a fish. His hair is tousled and wet, clinging to his forehead and his eyes look frantically at my face and at the things behind me. He begs, only barely with my crushing grasp. My head tilts, my own eyes flickering around his face and body. For a human, he was attractive I could suppose. More of an endearing cuteness added to the fact of how weak he was, it was like seeing a puppy. Your instinct to kill it diminished when it gave you pleading eyes and soft, high pitched whines. My hand unlocks from around his reddened throat and he drops to the floor. His hands now feeling around his throat as he coughs and sputters, trying to scoot further back into the wall and appear as none threatening as possible.

I rest my hands on my hips, thinking. If I killed him now, it would be boring again. I’d fall right back into the rut I was in before with nothing to do. However, if I kept him around I could have endless amount of fun. I could make him do useless chores, do tricks like a dog. 17 wouldn’t be happy at first, but he did say I could have anything I wanted and perhaps, at least for the time being, I could keep him on a leash. If he got boring I could torture the location of the other humans out of him and get a new toy. What to do now, though? He seems submissive enough but what would really drive home the fact he is laughably weak compared to me?

A smirk slowly drew up my lips and my pearly white teeth exposed themselves. I knelt before him, grinning like a shark as I slowly undid my belt. If it worked in the animal kingdom, surely it would work for this. He was just a dog now. I stared in down as he watched in abject horror as I grasped my belt in hand. “Your hands. Put them out in front of you.” I practically purr out, I couldn’t have him thinking he could try to get away and if his hands were bound he wouldn’t be able to stop me. He doesn’t listen at first, stares blankly at me before I snap the belt. That jolts him into action and he presents his hands as if he were expecting to get handcuffs. I chuckle, “Used to being bound, are we?” I cooe before quickly binding his hands together with my belt. I then stand, stepping on the extra belt and effectively pinning his hands to the ground between his legs.

I turn my body, my foot that stands on the belt simply twisting with me instead of picking it up. I could hear him swallow and it causes a chuckle to work its way out of me. I then grab a fistful of his hair, using it as an anchor. “You’re pathetic, a dog. A lowly mutt that serves no purpose but for my entertainment.” I then lean back, pressing my ass to his face. He struggles but I keep his arms and head still as I grind.

“Do you understand? You belong to me now. I am your master, your Alpha and you are nothing but an omega who lives to serve me until the day I decide you are useless.” My voice is chipper, giddy at the end and I laugh. My eyes sparkle with a level of pure delight, not even killing can accomplish these days.

He whimpers like a dog, body going limp and I can feel him nod, agreeing to whatever I say. I pull away, he gasps for breath that I had stolen from him for a second time. I step away, throwing him to the ground and he lands on his side. His eyes are red and puffy, wetness now from crying running down his cheeks. His face is a deep red from my action and he shivers from a combination of cold, fear and pure humiliation. My head tilts up, looking down at him from my nose and my hands go back to my hips.

The apartment lights were already on when you came through the door. That was your first clue she was there. 18 never waited quietly. She filled every space she occupied, even when she wasn’t speaking.

She was leaning against the kitchen bench when you found her, arms crossed, hair falling in perfect, effortless strands over the sharp lines of her suit. The outfit was black, fitted, and deliberately tight. She didn’t need to say she’d chosen it knowing exactly what it did to you.

“Took you long enough,” she muttered, eyes flicking up from under her lashes.

You dropped your bag by the door, rubbing a hand over the back of your neck. “Yeah, well… I had a bit going on. Cut me some slack?”

Her lips curved. Not into a kind smile, but more in amusement. “You and I both know you don’t really want that.”

She was right. She usually was. The way she said it, cool and certain, uncoiled something inside you that all the noise and stress of the day couldn’t reach. 18 had that gift. She could strip away every layer of tension within you until all that was left was control. Safe, perfect control that was so hard to find in the chaos of life. 

You huffed, pretending to be annoyed, but the heat in your cheeks gave you away. “Fine. Have it your way.” You lied. You secretly were hoping she had plans for you tonight. 

“Good,” she said, pushing off the counter, her voice softening just a little. “Go and get changed. I left something out for you.”

The authority in her tone left no room for argument. You turned toward the bedroom, pulse speeding up into the rhythm that was so familiar when she was around. You couldn’t wait to see what she had in store for you.

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When you stepped back into the room, she was waiting.

 The soft light caught on the edges of the outfit she’d chosen for you—just enough fabric to tease, the colour making your skin look warmer than usual. You could have sworn something flickered in her eyes then. Something sharp, almost admiring, but it was gone before you could name it.

18 sat on the edge of the bed, posture composed, legs parted slightly in casual confidence. She looked the picture of dominance. The way she looked at you made it clear she was entirely in control of the space, of the moment, maybe even of your desire. She tapped the toe of her heel against the carpet, just once. An unspoken command. 

You hesitated only for a heartbeat before moving closer, the air between you charged, humming like crackling static. Each step you took seemed to draw her gaze upward, tracing every small movement of each part of your body until you stopped just within her reach.

“Better,” she murmured, her voice quiet but threaded with satisfaction. The sound of it sent a chill down your spine. “Now, on your knees.” 

Your breath caught a tiny bit but you obeyed, shifting to kneel on the ground. The fabric of the carpet chafed slightly at your skin, but you paid it no mind. You looked up at her, her icy blue eyes were fixed on every little move you made.

She cupped your jaw, scrutinising how you squirmed under her calculating eyes. You knew she loved it when you were this pathetic. When you were so worn down that she had you like putty in her hands, and could play with and mould your pleasure to her liking. 

You swallowed thickly as she stroked the line of your jaw, before nudging your inner thigh with her toe. The smooth, luxurious material of the heel was cool against your heated skin, and you tried your best to hide just how good the contrast felt. Goosebumps tickled your skin, every hair on your body twitching to stand on end. 

“I haven’t even touched you yet, and you’re already all sensitive,” she huffed, and you could almost hear her eyes rolling. “I know you’re not that easy. Or do you just need me that badly?” 

You stuttered, words suddenly failing you as you looked up at her, your cheeks burning. “N-no…It’s just–it’s been a while. I need this.” Your words trailed off under the weight of your submission.

18 raised an eyebrow. Her voice was flat, firm. “Need what? Use your words.”

“Don’t make me say it, please…” you said quietly.

“Oh, so should I do all the talking for you?” she muttered, poking her heel between your legs, where you were already aching, with the front of her shoe. Your breath caught, and you jerked slightly at the sudden stimulation, your fingers digging into her thighs for purchase. “I bet if I let you get off you’ll be singing like a canary in a coalmine. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you are this easy. My easy little slut.”

You whimpered at her insults, your bottom lip sticking out in a small pout. You wanted to defend yourself, you really did, but you knew she was right. You really did just want her to let you cum. “Please…”

“Begging now, are we?” she scoffed, clicking her tongue. “You know you don’t need to do that, right? Are you stupid as well?” 

She punctuated her sentence with a slow rub of her boot against you, and you moaned. Not cutely, not in a way that you could hide. You moaned, unabated and wanton. Humiliation, hot and sharp, ripped through you. You wanted to cower away from your desire, to hide, but your body screamed for more. It screamed to rub yourself against her foot until you were more of a mindless mess than you already were. You were so ashamed of how bad you wanted this. 

Her words stung, Sharp and precise, cutting right through the armour you’d been wearing all day. For a moment, you hated how much they hurt. But the truth was, they were the only thing that soothed you. After a day full of noise and decisions and weight that never seemed to go away, her authority—cool, unwavering, unbending—was exactly what you needed.

You tentatively started to rub yourself against her shoe, setting a slow, hesitant cadence. Each shift of your hips against her sent lust barrelling through your body, your skin starting to warm up with arousal. Your chest brushed against her knees as you moved, and each point of contact you had with her form added to the cocktail of sensation pooling in your gut.

It wasn’t the gentleness that calmed you. It was the structure. The certainty. The way her tone left no space for doubt, no room for anything else. Even when her voice was firm, even when it bit a little too deep, it brought you back to yourself.

And somehow, that harshness felt like some kind of care. 

18 let you ride her boot in earnest, your body seeking out its relief before you could think about it too much. She truly did like the sight–you, all needy just for her. It sent a pang of possession through her chest.

Still, her words spurred you on:

“Don’t get too excited now. Wouldn’t want you to ruin my shoes.”

“You look so good like this, fucking my boot like some kind of whore.”

“I bet this is enough for you, isn’t it? I don’t even need to put my hands on you.” 

Her voice bounced around in your head as you rolled your hips back and forth, seeking out that delicious friction that made your brain mushy with pleasure. It was all so much, so soon. Feeling started to overwhelm your senses as your nerves sung with sensation. 

Her hand landed on your shoulder, firm but gentle, and a shiver ran through you. You let yourself sag into the contact, spine loosening, chest releasing the tight grip it had been holding. Moans left your lips without restraint as you started to feel the first hot licks of bliss overcome you. The tension pooled in your muscles unwound in tiny, satisfying increments: neck, shoulders, arms—until it felt like you could finally breathe without effort.

The sheer intensity of the moment had you cumming with a cry, your legs going numb and your mouth hanging open in a strained sound of surrender. You sank to the floor, resting your forehead lightly against her legs, drawing in deep, shaky breaths as the rush of adrenaline and tension slowly faded. The world around you softened, colours dulling from the intensity of the moment, leaving only her presence as an anchor.

Her hands were gentle, brushing over the fabric of the outfit she’d chosen for you, fingers tracing the lines with a careful, soothing touch. “You did so well,” she murmured softly, voice warm and steady, the smallest smile tugging at her lips. “I’ve got you. You can relax now.”

You let out a quiet exhale, letting her words sink into your skin. Her calm, deliberate touch and quiet praise wrapped around you like a soft, warm blanket, filling the space where tension had lived moments before. Fingers lingered over your shoulders, caressing lightly, grounding you, reminding you that you were safe, cared for, and seen.

You lifted your head just enough to meet her gaze, feeling the warmth in her eyes and the calm strength behind them. She offered a small, approving smile, brushing a strand of hair from your face.