Welcome to the dark side! This year I will be uploading a small fic/imagine for one prompt for each day of kinktober (aside from days 18, 26 and 31). Here is my masterlist of prompts, and I will upload links here for each respective day.
I have tried to include something for everybody, and each day will be tagged appropriately. It goes without saying that none of this is appropriate for minors, so please DNI.
˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ ` DBZ Tien Shinhan x Nerdy!Male reader ´ˎ˗
˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ ` Contains: Stereotypical Nerd, mentions that reader wears glasses , Tien is bad at feelings but he's trying , a little OOC idk , physical intimacy , Reader is a little shy and awkward , Reader gushing over Tien , workout , short story . ´ˎ˗
˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ ` Requested [✅] . ´ˎ˗
˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ ` Masterlist: Here . ´ˎ˗
˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ ` A/N; ` First rq of the day! Thank you so much for requesting this, I'll try my best to make it good ! Hope you enjoy ^^ `
(Edited: I just now saw that you said "nerdy" and not "nerd", I don't know if this was what you wanted >< ! Also the @ doesn't work,,)
The sun was relentless, beating down without mercy. Tien Shinhan steadied himself in a push-up position, arms locked, muscles humming with effort. On his back, you sat cross-legged, clutching a book but mostly fidgeting.
You glanced down as the triclops lowered his body smoothly for the first push-up, scribbling “1” in your notebook with shaky fingers.
“Okay, wow, that felt heavier than I thought,” you muttered, your voice small and uneven.
Tien counted silently—one, two—letting your complaint roll past like a soft summer breeze.
*Heavy or not,* he thought, *you’re doing fine. In fact, you’re the best kind of weight.*
You shifted uncomfortably, suddenly aware of the extra pounds you were adding to Tien's workout. “Sorry if I’m sabotaging your reps. I mean, I’m not super light… plus, I’m extra sweaty because of the sun. Definitely not helping.”
Another push-up—three. Tien's arms trembled slightly but remained steady.
Sweaty and awkward, sure. But why would I want you to be anything else? Tien mused, a smile flickering in his thoughts, betraying his stoic facade.
You flipped a page in the book, then murmured, “Do you think you can even count with me sitting here? Maybe I should head back inside… or just sit next to you.”
“Ten,” he muttered, each push-up smooth despite your whiny commentary.
You bit your lip, voice dropping. “I sound like the worst workout buddy. Sorry for being all… heavy and chatty.”
Tien eased up on an elbow, his third eye catching your shy glance. Chatty is better than silence.
“You’re not heavy,” he stated blankly. “You’re exactly where I want you. And talking? Keep it coming.”
That seemed to relax you, the book resting in your lap. A hesitant smile tugged at the corner of your mouth, your grip on the notebook loosening.
Your eyes drifted over his figure, watching beads of sweat roll down his flushed skin, feeling his muscles flex with every motion. It was almost too much to bear.
You tried to focus on being a still weight for him, though each huff and groan escaping him made it increasingly difficult. Tien's muscles burned with fire, pushing past his usual reps—was it proving a point to himself, or perhaps for you?
With a sudden pulse of bravery, you let your hands slip from the book, drifting against his glossy skin, eliciting a huff from the martial artist below.
Exploring his Trapezius muscle, you moved down the line of his spine, feeling his arms shake with effort. A lump formed in your throat as you pushed your glasses up the bridge of your nose.
It felt almost criminal for someone to be this incredible—adulation and envy twisted in your gut. His body was a sculpture, and you couldn’t help but admire it.
Then, inexplicably, Tien halted, his movements pausing as he took a deep breath, a shiver running down your spine.
He could have stayed out here all day, but the only reason he wasn’t was because of your very touchy company. Yet he didn’t mind—your small touches were his motivation, each hidden murmur of appreciation lifting him higher.
You either have a thing for three eyes or guys that look like mr. clean. If you thought Yamcha fans got it bad then you'll be weeping at how almost non existant Tien is in Z compared to Dragon Ball. It could be worse though. You could be a Raditz simp (he only gets 2 seconds of screen time lmao. I'm not counting the flashbacks in the super manga).
First Date
You were running down the street as some thugs chased you. You thought that you were done for until you saw a flash of light. Suddenly the men were knocked out. Before you could question what happend, you walked straight into a wall. A wall made of hard flesh. You looked above and realized that this must have been the guy who saved you.
"Damn, Caillou grew up!"
"What did you just say!?"
"I said I can't believe that you saved me Mr.! Here, let me repay you!"
You opened up you backpack and started pulling out fist fills of zenni.
"...Really, it's no trouble at all. If anything it helped me get some exercise while I'm away from my dojo."
The man was concerned that you seemed to have so much money. Where you a drug dealer or something? At least you haven't asked about his forehead yet.
"I love your tattoo!"
"Tattoo?"
"Yeah, your third eye!"
Okay, he could roll with this. He just had to stop blinking for a bit. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain.
"What are you doing!?"
"Cool, it moved!"
"You still didn't answer my question!"
"I wanted to see if it was one of those moving tattoos."
Tien was about to call you insane until he realized what you were talking about. Some tattoos have a slight change in appearance depending on the location and if the muscle is moved. He just sighed.
"You remind me of Son Goku..."
"Did you just say Goku?"
"You know him?"
"Who doesn't? He got famous here after saving us all from Piccolo!"
Your stomach then let out a loud rumble.
"Hey, if it's okay with you, wanna stop to get some lunch?"
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You learned that the man was named Tenshinhan and that he had befriended Son Goku some years ago. He told you about his best friend Chiaotzu and about how they had decided to leave their old master after 22nd World Martial Arts Tournament.
"This Shen guy sounds like a real jerk!"
"Don't even get me started on Tao! He went up to me and slashed-"
The waiter had arrived. Tenshinhan was now eating his dumplings.
"And here is your order."
Everything looked fine so you dug in but then you noticed the issue.
"There's spice in this? Pepper tends to make me sne- ACHOOO!"
You must have had a bad allergic reaction because now you looked very different to a confused Tenshinhan.
"Are you alright?"
"I've never felt better!"
You then leaned over the table.
"Let's say we ditch this joint and move it in over to your bedroom!"
His third eye burst open and before he could protest, you pulled him close and began to sloppily make out with him. The next thing you knew, a very angry waiter was yelling in your ear. Something about this being a family restaurant. You didn't care. You pulled a gun out from your bag and shot him.
"MY LEG!"
At least Tien could say that he wasn't the one to break someone's kneecap this time. A bystander dialled 911 and soon the police were stationed outside. You jumped out the window shouting "YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE, COPPERS!"
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It was later that evening now and the phone began to ring. It was Piccolo?
"How did you get this number?"
"Not important. Just remember I can read everyone's thoughts. Also, turn on the television and switch to the news broadcast."
"Wai-"
The alien had hung up, leaving Tien no choice but to turn on his tv.
"What the!?"
The screen was now showing your face with a wanted poster.
"In other news, the bank robber from this morning was spotted again at a local family restaurant. Officers followed the tip and drove after the assailant but they were unable to catch them. If you have any information regarding-"
He shut the tv off. It was official. His love life was more painful than when Nappa cut his arm off.
So based on DBZ, can you write a oneshot featuring Tien and a woman reader with servitude and gags please? In the fic, Tien offers to do chores for the reader to give her a day off. As a twist, he does so while wearing shackles on his hands and barefeet and having his mouth stuffed with her underwear. You can decide on the intimate acts between them.
Thank you for this request! I learned some few things from writing this! This was a fun, new experience. Hope you enjoy!
Chained Devotion⛓️
fem!reader x Tien
Tien never thought that doing chores in shackles could leave him so vulnerable or so desperate to please.
-NSFW, BDSM, servitude, exhibitionism, gagging, shackles, reader having dom energy, Tien being a good boy
WC: 1,073
‼️MINORS AND AGELESS DNI‼️
The morning sun filtered through the windows, casting golden streaks across the wooden floor. You stretched lazily in bed, already catching the sound of movement from the other room. Curiosity got the best of you, and you slipped out from under the covers, padding softly toward the doorway.
You stopped dead in your tracks at the sight before you. Tien was on his knees, scrubbing the floor with diligent, deliberate movements. Your cheeks heated instantly. Sensing your presence, his third eye opened, followed by the other two. He glanced up at you with a look of gratification. His shoulders straightened, and he dipped his head slightly in a gesture of submission. You bit your lip, crossing your arms as you leaned against the doorframe. A slight blush spread across Tien’s cheeks.
“What are you doing?”, you asked cautiously.
“I wanted to give you a day off”, he replied to you in the most loving and respectful tone.
You felt a throb between your legs. Your eyes grew wide for just a second. Tien looked up at you from the floor with an almost hopeful expression. Your pussy throbbed again and your heart skipped a beat. You could feel yourself getting wet.
You couldn’t help the sly smile that tugged at your lips. He glanced up at you with an intense expression. He let out a muffled sound and dropped the cloth, bowing his head.
“You wanted to give me a day off, huh?”, you asked stepping closer.
You traced your fingertips along his bare, muscular shoulder. He nodded, his eye followed your every move. You kneeled down, cupping his jaw and brushing your thumb over his cheekbone every so softly. A soft whimper escaped him.
“Would you like me to put you to work, my dear?”, you asked lovingly.
“Yes..”, he struggled to get out.
“Yes, what?”, your tone slightly more serious.
“Yes ma’am”, he replied confidently.
“Then why don’t you go put on your uniform for me?”, you smiled then went and sat on the couch.
A few minutes later, Tien walked into the living room completely naked, except for the special shackles you got for him. Metal shackles with soft leather padding. You picked them out special just for him. As he slowly walked towards you, the wonderful sound of metal rustling together made you excited. You sat there patiently waiting for him to make his way to you. As he stood in front of you, he waited for his further instructions.
“Kneel”, you demanded.
He complied immediately. You noticed his cock slowly getting more hard. You leaned forward on the couch and softly ran your hand down his chest.
“I didn’t realize you’d be so…devoted”, you teased, enjoying how his cheeks flushed at your words.
The moment you touched him, his cock was fully hard. You noticed little droplets of precum coming out.
“Stay”.
Tien didn’t move an inch.
You got up from the couch and walked over to the window. You opened it just enough for Tien to see out of it. His eyes went wide, but he dare not mutter a word. If someone were to walk close enough to the window, they would see Tien in this state. The thought of being found in such a way would humiliate Tien, but for some reason that also turns him on. You love watching him this way. You know he'll be more feverish, more feral when you finally release him from his shackles.
“If you finish your chores quickly, I’ll give you a reward for being such a good boy”, you slowly walked back towards him, his eyes never leaving you, “but I don’t want to hear one word from you, understood?”, you asked, staring directly into his eyes.
You took off your underwear and put them in his mouth. You moved pieces around his ears. A soft whimper slipped from his mouth and your pulse quickened. You tugged at the chain linking his wrists, pulling him closer so his forehead rested against your thigh. The position was almost reverent, and you stroked his scalp gently. Shackles circled his wrists and ankles, the chains clinking softly as he worked. You sat back down on the couch, your legs only slightly spread for him while you watched him work.
After a few moments of the beautiful pathetic display, you decided you were going to reward him. You stalked over to him as he wiped the cloth along the wooden floor.
“If you’re going to clean the house like this, I might get used to it”, you mused, drawing circles along his shoulder.
He glanced up at you with a desperate, pleading look, and you couldn’t help but reward him by pressing a kiss to his forehead.
With a wicked thought, you tilted his chin up, making him meet your gaze.
“You look so beautiful like this”, you whispered, “helpless and obedient…just for me".
He groaned against the gag, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body. Your hand trailed down his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, and he shuddered beneath your touch. You couldn’t resist brushing your lips against his gagged mouth, feeling his breath hitch and his body tense.
“Finish your chores like a good boy”, you purred, pressing a lingering kiss to his neck, “And if you’re thorough enough… maybe I’ll give you more of a reward”.
Tien nodded fervently, his eyes burning with determination despite his predicament. You couldn’t help but smirk as you walked away, fully aware that his gaze never left you. You made your way to the bathroom and started a hot bubble bath. It was going to take Tien some time to finish anyway.
The rest of the morning passed with you occasionally checking in on him, delighting in the way he worked twice as hard to impress you, the clanking of chains a constant reminder of his willing servitude.
When he finally completed the tasks, sweat glistening on his skin, you guided him to the bedroom, tugging him down onto the mattress. You kissed him deeply, savoring his muffled moan as he leaned into you, desperate to please.
“You did so well today, Tien, do you want your reward?”, you pulled back just enough to whisper.
He moaned softly and nodded, surrendering to your touch. Grasping the chains binding his wrists, you guided him toward the bedroom. He followed willingly, ready to submit himself to you once more.
I am desperately asking for tenshinhan (Tien Shinhan) fic recommendations! I can hardly find any and if I do find them they’re all teincha which (while they are great) is not really what I’m looking for! Please any help would be great!!!
Hi! Love your blog so far, I was hoping to see your take on a yandere Tien from DBZ :)
Crying because yall really got me out here doing a series @thegreatestbeeofall
NSFW 18+ Yandere. Possessive. Dubcon. Choking. Throat-fucking. Mentions of branding. Tien being the brat tamer that I didnt ask for, but want very much.
Do you mean the Tien that absolutely adores you? So so nice and respectful and is such a great listener. Until he's... not. When you disagree one too many times. Too many no's makes him, not so lenient. Not so kind- and no that just wont do. Sometimes he just cant help himself, he's not as patient as everyone thinks. He scares you something fierce when he gets that look in his eyes. You wouldnt put it past him to lock you up and brand you to show everyone that youre his. So when you're a littlee too bratty, then he feels like its his personal mission to put you in your place. Doesn't matter if everyones watching. He thinks he'd like for them to watch and show them who's really in charge. He likes when you try to squirm when he puts his hands around your throat. Squeezing a little when you try to say something. No No- you dont get to speak, no protesting since you wanted to be so mouthy. So dont complain when he fucks that noisy mouth of yours. Takes his dick out, sticky and wet from you spit and pre, just so he can slap you with it. Loves to rub it on your face, grinning and watching you get embarrassed by how much hes using you Pushes a little too hard just to hear that gorgeous throat of yours choke on his cock. Wants to see the tears so he can coo and wipe them away. Taking your neck and forcing you to go all the way down. Cute that you don't even argue anymore. Especially with the way you beg for it. All nice and easy again. Temperament calmed now that your throat is scratched and raw and you're begging and saying how sorry you are for disrespecting him. "im only human baby- but thats ok, imma teach you a lesson."
