call me cha (30's, it/its). this is my writing and fic sideblog. writing for demon slayer, boku no hero academia and jujutsu kaisen mostly.
requests: open | Minors DNI
Warnings: Language, smut, I really indulged here, alcohol, oral,
Word Count: 3.1k
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A/N: I have been trying to write this for over a year, and really struggling until I had a vision inspired by @gojonanami that showed me what I was doing wrong. There is no way in hell this man is a top in my head, and I intend to ruin him and I think I did hehehehehe. Between Sab's advice and Doja Cat, I finished it in two hours.
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“Satoru, where are you taking me?”
Keeping a grip on your hand, Gojo pulled you closer before wrapping a hand around your waist. “I told you sweetheart, somewhere exciting.”
Rolling your eyes, you hit his chest with the back of your hand. “You thought McDonald’s was exciting.”
“When they had those arcades in the play place, they were.”
“I forget how much of a child you are.”
Gojo pulled you closer and kissed your cheek, “Come on baby, you know you love me.”
“We’ll see after a few drinks.”
“Now, that’s just mean.” he pouted, playfully jutting his lip out as far as it could go.
You placed a kiss on his cheek and grinned. “You like when I’m mean.”
Laughter rang between you two as he led you down the street, arm wrapped tighter around your waist. It wasn’t long until you reached the club, Gojo making sure to keep you on his arm as you entered together.
The club was dark-lit, with colorful streams decorating the walls as they shone all around. The music was loud, the bass shaking the floor beneath you. Everywhere you looked people were dancing, drinking, or both.
You could feel his fingers digging into your hip as he led you through the crowd, and past the bar to an empty table with a reserved sign on it.
Helping you into the booth, Gojo slid in next to you before casually grabbing your legs and crossing them over his lap. With you pressed into his side, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders inhaling the smokey cedar smell of his cologne.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you like bringing me out just so you can parade me around like a shiny toy.”
You could feel his laughter rumble in his chest, as he looked down at you sliding his glasses down the bridge of his nose just enough to look at you over them. “You say that like it’s a bad thing, baby.”
You hummed playfully, twirling the loose strands of hair on the back of his neck. “You and I both know that you’re the shiny toy,”
Watching the way a grin formed on your face made Gojo tighten his grip on your bare thigh. “And we both know what happens when you play with me.”
Moving your hand to grip his chin, you pulled his face closer to yours. “It’s not my fault I don’t play nice.”
The sultry tone to your voice had Gojo reeling, trying to resist the urge to devour you here and now. “Far from nice,” he agreed.
You could see the way he was looking at you, silently asking for your kiss. His eyes raked your face, before settling on your plump, rouge red lips. Granting his wish, you pulled his chin closer and placed a soft kiss to his lips.
A satisfied sound left him, making you grin even more. “Is that nice enough for you?”
“For now,” he hummed. “How about we order a few drinks and enjoy our time together?”
Kissing his cheek, you smiled. “Sounds like a plan,”
Waving over a waiter, the two of you ordered drinks and leaned back in the booth with you still perched on Gojo’s lap. You could feel the hand placed on your thigh, caressing the skin as Gojo looked around as if he wasn’t aware of what he was doing.
You could see his eyes lingering, watching the crowd as they danced and cheered for each new song. Even when your drinks were brought to you, his attention didn’t leave the large mass of people.
If he was going to watch the crowd, then you were going to give him a reason to watch. Finishing the rest of your drink in one go, you got off Gojo’s lap and adjusted the skirt of your dress.
“Where do you think you’re going baby girl?”
“Since you seem so intrigued by the crowd, I figured I’d give you something to watch.” you winked.
Gojo chuckled and draped his arms over the back of the booth, waving you on. “Have fun baby,”
Walking towards the crowd, you could feel his eyes on you taking in the sight of your ass in the tight, short little dress you wore. Closing your eyes, you let the music move through you as your hips began to sway to the beat, hands running down your sides.
You were lost in the music, not paying attention to who was watching or what you were doing. All you knew was that you were having fun, and that’s what mattered. Running your hands back up your body and into your hair, you felt a pair of hands take your waist and pull you back into their own.
Immediately you knew who it was, from the smell of his cologne and the way he pulled your ass against him, feeling the full length of him through his jeans. A soft moan left your lips feeling his cock press against you, making you ache for it to be inside you.
“Such a little tease,” he hummed. “Moving your hips like that, and the way your dress exposed your cute little ass.”
“Fuck, it makes me want to ruin you right here in front of everybody.”
Hearing the grunts he made, as he ground his hips into yours, made your nerves shoot across your body. Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging it softly as Gojo leaned down to press a kiss to your throat.
“Why don’t you?” you tempted, enjoying the way his breath made your body tingle.
Satoru was a possessive man, making sure everyone knew what and who belonged to him. But he was also very jealous. No man other than him was allowed to look at what was his. He knew the game you were playing, trying to push his limits and see where he would crack and break.
But Gojo Satoru was smarter, he knew how to make you break before him.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you baby, having others see me fuck you?” he hummed, his fingers skimming the edge of your dress. “Let everyone see your greedy pussy and how it begs for me to fuck it?”
Shivers went down your spine, head lolling back onto his shoulder. “Want me to make you feel good baby?”
Your self-control was breaking, the promise of Satoru’s words almost too good to be true.
“Satoru,” you pleaded, hips jutting back into him. “Want you, need you.”
His airy chuckle almost made your knees go out from under you, the only thing keeping you up was the hold he had on your waist.
“Should I just take you home, and have my way with you there?”
You nodded quickly, as he took your hand and practically dragged you out of the club. You knew he was bluffing when he said he would fuck you in front of everyone. A grin formed on your face knowing what awaited the two of you at home.
Hailing a cab, you both climbed in quickly as Satoru pulled your legs to rest in his lap. His hand trailed up your thigh slowly, daring to play with the edge of your dress.
Looking up to meet his gaze, you raised a brow at his antics. “Now, now, Satoru, is that any way to behave?”
“When have I ever been known to behave?” he grinned, leaning close to press a quick kiss to your lips.
“I guess we have to work on that, don’t we?”
Satoru only chuckled.
It wasn’t long until you got back to your shared apartment, the elevator ride up too slow for Satoru’s liking. His hands roamed your body, keeping you pressed against him even as you walked down the hall and unlocked the door.
Once you were in the door, you turned in his hold and pulled Satoru down into a heated kiss. His large hands grabbed at any part of you he could as you led him to the bedroom. With a hand tangled in your hair, the other was pushing up the hem of your dress as you opened the door and turned the two of you around.
Breaking the kiss, Satoru’s eyes trailed over your body as you pushed him back onto the bed, straddling his hips, making his eyes go wide from the aura surrounding you.
“Where’s all that talk, Satoru? Weren’t you the one telling me what you would do once you got me home?” You cooed, tracing a finger around his cheek, before tipping his jaw up to look at you.
You watched as his mouth moved, but no noise came out. A coy smile formed over your lips, seeing him watch as you moved yourself higher up his lap resting your hips right above his clothed cock.
Satoru let out a hiss, tipping his head back, feeling you pressed against him. “Fuck–sweetheart you really know how to torture a man don’t you?”
“Oh baby, you have no idea how cruel I can be.” you hummed, sliding your hands down the front of his shirt unbuttoning it bit by bit until his solid chest was presented before you, on display like it was carved out of marble just for you.
His cool blue eyes followed the movements of your hands as they finished with his shirt before toying with the buckle of his belt. You listened as Satoru let out a sigh of relief, at the feeling of his belt and pants finally letting his cock have some give.
“That feel good, baby?” you asked, kissing his cheek. Satoru could only nod, letting himself succumb to your touch.
He was quickly brought out of his thoughts, feeling you press your palm down harshly on his dick. “Ah–babe–fuck–” he gasped, bringing his gaze back to you. His pupils were blown black from lust, his eyes begging for you to touch him.
“Y/N, please,” he groaned, panting softly from the pressure on his cock.
“Please what, Satoru?” you asked, groping him through his boxers, hand massaging him making him whimper and moan against your lips.
“Ha–fuck–” he gasped, moving his hips into your hand more. His lips brushed against yours, wanting a kiss but you teasingly kept your distance from him. “Want more–need more–”
Satoru let out a drawn-out moan, feeling you cup him in your hand and play with him like he wasn’t a mess under you.
“Oh, you need more?” you hummed, running a hand through his hair before wrapping your fingers in the strands on the back. Tugging it harshly, Satoru whined, tipping his head back exposing his throat to you. “Only good boys get more, are you a good boy?”
Satoru tried to nod, but you only tsked watching him. “That’s not what it seemed like at the club, baby. If you were good, you wouldn’t be begging for me to touch you.” You trailed your lips over the expanse of his throat, nipping ever so softly at his pulse point.
“I can be good–so good! I swear!” he whined, his hands searching for something to ground him, to keep him from floating away from reality.
“Oh, can you?” Pulling back, you grinned seeing the way his upper body was dusted with a pretty flush of red. “You want to be a good boy for me?”
Satoru nodded quickly, watching your hands move back to his chest before pushing him to lay back fully, making him gasp as he hit the mattress.
“Then you are going to lay there, like a good boy as I have my fun with you.”
Moving down his body, you pressed kisses down his chest before running your tongue over the v shape of his hips. Satoru’s hand came up to rest in your hair before you swatted it away. “No touching or you won’t cum at all tonight.”
“Yes baby,” he whined.
Satisfied with his answer, you mouthed your way over his clothed cock making his hips buck.
“Fuck–” he gasped, fisting the sheets as you mouthed your way down his cock, licking the tip ever so slightly. The feeling of the fabric was rough on your tongue, a wet patch already there from his pre.
“Yes, right there–” his head tipped back, white hair falling around him on the bed.
Hearing his words, you hummed, taking more of his cock in your mouth tongue lapping at the tip through his boxers. Spreading his thighs, your hands came up to stroke his base as the other cupped his balls.
Satoru’s back arched off the bed, his face contorted from the pleasure and a darker shade of red as he moaned your name. You were driving him crazy, sucking him off through his boxers all while he wasn’t allowed to touch you. He knew the second he looked down at you, he would blow his load and Satoru did not want it to end that fast.
Pulling off, you wiped the spit from your mouth before lowering his pants more to give you more access. “Fuck, you love it like this, don’t you?” you cooed, watching him writhe on the mattress at the sound of your saccharine tone.
Gojo Satoru knew many things; one of them being that you were the furthest from being sweet to him in bed.
“You like it when I touch you like this, baby? You like the idea of your cock down my throat through your boxers?”
Satoru whimpered, nodding slowly still not meeting your gaze.
“Don’t worry, I promise to make you feel good.” Leaning back down, you took him back into your mouth. Your senses were filled with the salty taste of his pre, mixed with the musky scent you could get drunk off of.
Running your tongue over his slit, you began to bob your head along his shaft as far as you could go. Satoru was a mess above you, his words a mixed jumble of pleas and cries for more and how he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please! I can’t–fuck,” he keened, “I can’t take any more–”
His words spurred you to move faster, Saotru’s moans signaling he was close. With another squeeze of his balls, Satoru cried out as he came coating the inside of his boxers with his cum.
Working him through his orgasm, you pulled off slowly to see a large white spot where your mouth just was, and his dick was still half hard.
“Such a good boy for me,” you cooed.
Satoru finally looked at you, and he was right. You were anything but sweet; ruthless until you got what you wanted from him, making him cum in his boxers like a virgin in high school.
Your eyes watched his every move, scanning him for any little detail you could use to unravel him more. From the slow rise and fall of his chest to the fucked out expression on his face, you could tell you could pull more from him.
“Think you finally deserve this pussy?” you teased, unzipping your dress from the back and letting it fall around your waist.
Satoru’s eyes looked over your body, drifting to your chest where your breasts were perfectly on display for him. He didn’t realize he was nodding, a yes to your question until he looked up and saw that same smile on your lips once again.
A smile that told him you were far from done with him.
Within minutes, you had yourself along with Satoru fully undressed.
“Do you think you finally deserve a reward, Satoru?”
He nodded again, watching as you wrapped your hand around his cock once again, but this time without his boxers in the way.
“Such a pretty cock, and all for me.” you praised softly, running your thumb over the flushed tip of his dick making him hiss. “And so sensitive too,”
Satoru watched as you moved your hips to line up with his. Lifting yourself just enough, a soft moan left your lips feeling his tip brush through your folds lightly. You watched Satoru’s face contort in pleasure, as you slowly lowered yourself down the length of his cock.
A moan left you, feeling the fullness you’ve so desired since you left the club. Beckoning him forward, Satoru sat up to meet your breath mingling with yours as you slowly began to ride him. “Gonna make you feel so good, baby.” you gasped, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
His hands took your waist, guiding your hips moaning at the feeling of you wrapped around him.
“Fuck–” he gasped, “You’re gonna kill me with the way you’re squeezing my cock.”
Shifting your hips, you let out a moan of his name feeling the head of his cock brush the bundle of nerves within you that made you grip him tighter. Between that and the way his cock felt, each vein dragging across your walls was going to make you go insane.
“Feels s’good,” you whined, “You fill me so well, baby.”
Satoru gripped your hips tighter, thrusting his hips upwards as you cried out his name. “Ah–fuck–” he gasped a chuckle. “Love the way you feel baby,”
Gripping his hair, you lifted Satoru’s lips to meet yours in a messy kiss. Teeth clashed, as his tongue invaded your mouth stealing the breath right from your lungs. Pressing your body against his, you could feel the slow build-up and the way Satoru’s cock throbbed within you.
Your moans got louder, and higher as he worked you closer and closer to your climax. Biting your bottom lip, Satoru slowly pulled away to look at you. “Cum for me baby, coat my cock in your cum.”
His words made something within you twist, the feeling almost too much until Satoru hit that spot once more that had you crying his name as you came.
“Satoru–oh–” a debauched sound left your lips at the feeling of your orgasm, Satoru still buried inside you to the hilt. Keeping you on him, he continued to move his hips until he moaned loudly, spilling his hot seed within you.
Holding you in place, you looked down to see your mixed release pooling at the base of his cock. “Fuck…” you trailed off, panting softly.
Satoru chuckled, carefully lifting you off his cock watching as your cum spilled out of you, onto his lap.
“Let’s get you cleaned up sweetheart,” pulling you close, Satoru lifted you into his arms and made his way to the bathroom.
Once the two of you were cleaned up and dressed, you made your way back to the bed that had fresh sheets. Satoru must have changed them while you were in the shower. Pulling back the duvet, you curled up underneath with a content sigh. Moments later, you were joined in bed as Satoru pulled you close into his chest.
“I love you,” he hummed softly, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Love you too, ‘toru.” And with that, you dozed off to sleep wrapped in his embrace.
Okay I want to elaborate on the kokushibou thing what if he also had four arms like Sukuna like two arms spreading his s/o’s legs apart and the other arm choking her during missionary sex he also seems like the manipulative and overprotective yandere type
☰ ft : yan! kokushibo x f! reader
cw/tw : pwp + koku has four arms, asphyxiation, choking, brainwashing, overstimulation, belly bulging.
“remember, that i alone am the only one to see you like this..” the two of his callused, veiny fours hands wrap tightly around the small of your ankles, keeping them still above his broad shoulders.
“that i am the only one who can make you feel like this.” kokushibo presses deep. his pelvic bone clashes against yours, sinking the fat of his heavy cock fully into your cunt, fully till it bulged against your tummy; the cute bump sporting your insides makes your mind boggle, the rough feel pulling you into his words as the truth.
“no one can do what i do for you.. because your body was created for the purpose of me..” you nod, simply nodding mindlessly with a loose jaw left agape.
“try to prove otherwise.. all ends will fall..” his cruel words ringing in your ears are followed with a sharp press of his other lithe fingers clasping around your bobbing throat. the grip he sheaths is vicious; stopping and robbing the air you try to suck in as if he's silently telling you this would be the way ends will fall if you tried anything against him.
koku settles his grip till your knocking back into reality, a plea bubbling in your glossy eyes for mercy, yet clouded with elation, confused and lost on what to feel.. the worry of death rising, the pounding of his cock ravaging your insides till they split.. your brain was mush, and that's exactly what wanted, wanting you to bat your wet lashes up to him for reassurance, to depend on him when you're lost.
“don't worry, love.. this is exactly what you want..”
Can I request Kyojuro Rengoku headcanons where he has a chubby fem S/O 👉👈
ik it says fem but i really wanted to make it gn >:)
everybody’s definition of chubby is different, so i’ll try my best to leave it up to your interpretation!
RENGOKU W/ CHUBBY S/O HCS
gn! reader - minor mugen train arc spoilers
i honestly think he would prefer a bigger/meatier s/o because he may prefer someone who enjoys food.
if it’s something you’re insecure about, have no worries! he is an absolute darling is the ultimate hypeman!
if you’re not comfortable in public in things like thin kimonos or anything revealing, he’ll understand but he’ll try to buy you some to get you out of your comfort zone (in a good way)
he really only wants the best for you!
as a hasira his freetime is scarce, especially considering he also has his immediate family to also attend to, it’s likely you will be staying in the Rengoku Estate rather in a different home.
he’d never insult your weight, and he’d likely scold you if you ever did insult yourself, even if you were laughing about it.
“I can be such a fatass sometimes,” “Don’t say that! It’s untrue!”
senjuro loves you too, he adores the soft pillowy hugs you give!
since you were never really used to being picked up ever since you were a toddler, when kyojuro picked you up for the first time it really surprised you. he will still do it just to hear your yelp of surprise.
in conclusion: he is the best <33
im not dead! tysm for all of my requesters patience <3333
would just lower your hand after a few moments and look at your funny before leaving you
Mitsuri
oh boy she likes it
honestly i can see her enjoying it from anyone that she knows of.
if you two know each other, than expect for her to do the same to you after fangirling first
proceeds to squish your cheeks and squeal
overall happi gorl
Rengoku
Confused
What are you doing?
Is he supposed to do it back?
None the less still smiling
just really confused.
after asking you why you are doing this, he probably does it back, cue the slightly awkward scene of you 2 cupping each others cheeks while staring each other in the eyes.
Shinobu
I think she would immediately ask what you were doing
"Ara, Ara~ What are you doing [Your name]-Chan/Kun?"
After your explanation of you just wantign to do it for now real reason, she takes your hand down, and drags you to her office.
Smiles at you and tricks you into thinking she was gonna do the same....
until bam
she ends up giving you a shot you were behind on.
Gyomei
Obviously you would have to ask the man to kneel
Sorry but you can't exactly cup his cheeks by surprise
With this man's hearign, senses, and just overall his massive height
yeah....no. <3
Confusedly asks if you are alright.
Also cries at the affection and prays for your happiness
Would refrain from doing the same to you in fear that he may accidently crush your cheeks or give you a bruise from his huge amount of strength.
Giyuu
Stiff as hell upon contact
Social interaction who?
no but seriously, he is stiff and won't know what to do
how does he respond
his expression doesn't change much, except maybe his eyes widen by a fraction but thats about it.
gently (or maybe not) pushes you away to try and re-gain his bubble
If you give it time, and do it again but slowly, he'd still be cautious but he might enjoy it more.
still awkward as hell though -
OBANAI
Well Kaburamaru loves the attenion, Obanai does not.
narrows his eyes at your hands in his grill.
doesn't hesitate to slap your hands off his person and back up
no touchy his face
if he is feeling dramatic, might hiss a bit.
gives you the stink eye and leaves
oooonly to return once finding that his snake 'mysteriously' found their way to your neck for more love.
"god d******"
Sanemi
You are either a brave bitch or a dumb one.
instantly shoves you away harshly and glares
who the fuck did you think you are????
threatens you to do it again and he will beat your ass so hard that not even shinobu could fix
(If you stupidly choose to do it again, than you better be running like hell)
chases you throughout the place with a pissed expression and only stops once you hide behind someone (probs gyomei or possibly tengen??)
TENGEN
oh? is this your offering to be his 4th wife / 1st Husband / 4th spouse?
not as flamboyant as he would hope for but good enough.
steals you away to his place where he and his three hot wives spoil you
well until Makio whacks him for kidnapping you
meanwhile you're doing the same thing to the other two
Hina and suma cooing and happily returning it to you.
- He is going to be such an amazing boyfriend no joke. He helps them out of their comfort zone.
- He is constantly going to be all over his S/O, hes made it clear he likes physical fights and phsyical touch.
- Since hes aggressive, he tries to tone it down drastically when his S/O blushes and hides their face. Whats he supposed to do? Why are they hiding their face?
- He would gently hold the back of their neck and bring them to look at him "Dont do that, look at me when I touch you".
- Inosuke doesnt have a family so when he hears a lullaby from his S/O, he will feel protected as if being lulled by a parental figure. He finds the sound of his S/O's voice very comforting and soothing.
- Inosuke would be so confused why they dont speak, he thinks being introverted or silent is not normal because this man can SCREAM (without the S too).
- He would jump in the conversation when he sees his S/O struggle to talk to someone. Inosuke would probably blame the other person for making it difficult for his S/O to speak to them. Poor bby doesnt understand shy is a personality trait "HEYYY look you made them quiet and uncomfortable IDIOT theyre shy talk to them properly".
- He is the type of boy to go PDA when he finds out what romantic gestures are. He would always initiate and then when his S/O starts blushing heavy, carry them over his shoulder behind a tree to...ya know.
- He would be a slut for shoving his face in his S/O's soft belly. He thinks its a pillow and tickle them by blowing rasperries. Hearing them laugh loudly is so beautiful to him.
- He actually tries to provoke you to speak "Hey what do you think is in my hand, its my fist HAHAHAHA", "Can you actually say something?!!".
synopsis: annoying (?) things that come up when you have sex with your respective hashira
pairings: tomioka giyuu x f!reader, shinazugawa sanemi x f!reader, rengoku kyojuro x f!reader, uzui tengen x f!reader, iguro obanai x f!reader, himejima gyomei x f!reader
warnings: minors dni, explicit smut, rough sex, cursing, no beta
notes: slander, just slander. and crack. i apologize for spelling/grammatical errors !
GIYUU:
awkwardly quiet from start to finish
like damn, mf, not even a grunt? A GASP? 😭
his breathing doesn’t even pick up
he’s just silently hovering above, swiftly thrusting into you
even when he cums—NOTHING!!
LIKE CAN YOU AT LEAST SIGH??
and to top it off, after he cums he just sorta rolls over and pets you on the head? like he wants to smooth your hair back but he’s too afraid to commit??? like he wasn’t all up in your guts like two seconds ago?? ✋😐
you genuinely have no clue if he’s enjoying himself or not
you have to sit him down and admit to him that you feel a lil insecure because he doesn’t seem to be enjoying himself
giyuu feels TERRIBLE because he loves you deeply and is affected by you sm but he just can’t stand hearing himself moaning
his moans are kinda high-pitched, almost keening, and it’s so embarrassing to him
to YOU, giyuu, not to us 😫
“i...sound...weird” is all he says, frowning in the complete opposite direction from you
he slipped up once tho and y’all weren’t even having sex
you were straddling his lap, both fully clothed, kissing each other fervently, after he’d return to his estate after a very long mission
he was already feeling a little frayed from not seeing you for so long
so that with the way your grinding down against his bulging cock, mewling and moaning as you plant sloppy kisses against his mouth, his cheeks, the neck; sighing “missed you, missed you so much” into his ear
he starts to feel himself unravel at a rate that concerns him, you feel so good and sound so sweet —it’s all too much for him
his breathing kinda stutters, but you’re too engrossed to notice
giyuu is like “nope, nuh uh, absolutely not” as he tries to gather himself together, blinking away the white spots in his vision
but then you drag your crotch against his clothed cock so good, so deliciously that he can’t help the shaky, high pitched moan that escapes from his lips
you glance up at him in shock while he shuts his eyes and hangs his head in shame
“wait...wait, giyuu did you—”
“stop”
“no wait! that was so hot!”
almost kicks you out of his room 😭
like i’m sorry, it’d take a while for him to actually let loose but at least he’s sorta sighing into your ear now? 😅
SANEMI:
talks a huge f*cking game about how big his cock is and how he’s gonna tear your sh*t up
bitch...we weren’t being LITERAL
he’s actually thrusting into you like he wants to square up with your cervix
LIKE BRO RELAX???
i do think sanemi enjoys rougher sex but sometimes i think it’s a lil performative
i also think he feels that he needs to overcompensate bc he thinks he’s not as experienced
y’all he canonically has a pet rhinoceros beetle,,,he ain’t as big and bad as he seems💀
also he doesn’t know how to be truly intimate with anyone but we can get into that later
BUT ANYWAYS!
no foreplay, just dives into the pussy
literally throws you onto the bed, sucks at you neck for a bit and then all of sudden you hear a “hpwuah! 💦”
and you sit up like “ikyfl” just to see he’s spat onto the shaft of his cock, pumping his fist along his shaft to spread the saliva
babe that’s when you should’ve sat up and left 😟
HIS COCK IS TOO FCKIN THICK AND BIG TO BE DOIN STUPID SH*T LIKE THAT
between the lack of foreplay and the way he’s just slamming his hips into yours...you are in PAINNN
and he keeps grunting shit like “yeah, you like that? gonna tear your f* ckin uterus into half” WHAT?(???$;@3&:
you slam your fists against his chest and choke out a “sanemi, stop”
he stills instantly, panting as his facial expression morphs into one of confusion and concern
“what’s wrong?” he asks gruffly, gently placing his hand on your arm and giving you a tiny squeeze there
once you tell him that he’s hurting you way more than you’d like, he’d feel bad almost immediately
sanemi sits back, his shoulders tense with shame and he gives a terse, “sorry “
willing to learn but y’all might argue here and there bc he refuses to believe that he isn’t the pussy destroyer he claims to be
KYOJURO
okay he’s actually got the mechanics down
has no problem pleasuring you/making you cum
HOWEVER!
HE’S LIKE MFIN DRILL SERGEANT
like y’all can’t have sex leisurely 😭
and it’s not so much a sexual thing as it is that kyojuro just wants you to be the best version of yourself possible,,,in every aspect of your life 😐
it starts off as like kyojuro being like “ONE MORE ROUND!” and you thought it was hot that his stamina was through the roof
but then it quickly turns into “omg WHEN DOES THIS END?!’cc”
you’ve been bouncing on his cock FOR GOD KNOWS HOW LONG trying to get him to cum
but you’re tiring quickly, your thighs burning as they tremble against kyojuro’s waist
you’re place your hands on his lower stomach for SOME sort of stability as your hips stutter
kyojuro feels you tremble against him and from the way you’re panting, he knows it’s from exhaustion
he has his hands on your waist to help you keep balance, but he isn’t assisting you 💀he wants you to work for it
you’re sweaty af, struggling to lift your hips off his cock as you pout up at him
“i-i’m getting tired, kyojuro—”
“you are? but it’s only been sixteen minutes?” he smiles up at you, face flushed as his hair spills around the pillow.
“i’m not fit like you” you pant, face screwed up as your calves begin to cramp up.
kyojuro’s face falls slightly “ah, don’t say that! you’re just as fit! here, let’s try for ten more minutes, i believe in you! 🏋️ 😃”
and he looks up at you so earnestly,,,you’re like “godDAMNIT”
he holds both of your hands in his to keep you balanced and he literally starts shouting encouragements at you jskziwkuss
shouts a variation of like “try harder!” and “7 more minutes! you can do this!”
MF, NO I CAN’T 🧎🏾♀️😭
you know when you’re doing an intense workout and you get so tired your life flashes before your eyes? YEAH,,,YOU ARE DYINGGGG RN
of course you don’t complete the full 10 minutes but kyojuro doesn’t get on your ass completely about it
he just flips your listless body over and adjusts himself before he starts slowly thrusting into you
“don’t worry, my love! all that matters is that you tried! i’m sure you can do it next time!” he beams down at your whimpering form, before kissing your forehead
he’s cute but LIKE WHY DOES SEX HAVE TO BE A MFIN WORKOUT?? ✋😭
you have to tell him that you’re down to workout with him (RIP to you 💀) OUTSIDE the bedroom but you want sex with him to be slow paced and intimate...not him yelling at you like he’s your coach
he’ll ease up immediately, don’t worry!
OBANAI
mf said “the snake stays ON during sex! 😤💯”
jk
no i’m not
obanai is like “can kaburamaru stay in the room? 😐”
and you’re like “i—um, that would be cool but i feel like he’d be uncomfortable”
and he’s like “omg ur right...i wouldn’t want to watch him have sex either i guess 😕”
so y’all have to PLAN AHEAD TO FIND A BABYSITTER FOR HIS SNAKE IF YALL WANNA— 🤦🏾♀️
obanai thinks of kaburamaru as a friend, not so much as a pet so he’s feel guilty for “abandoning” him because he has a S/O now
that’s his mfin bestie 😌
okay real talk, obanai loves you, he is bewitched, body and soul—
maybe a bit TOO much because he’ll literally cum during foreplay and then pass out right after 🙁
HKSHDIDJEI HE CAN’T HELP IT!!
he tries to continue after cumming, but it’s like he’s been drugged
his eyes are struggling to stay open, barely holding himself up as he keeps slurring on his words, like omg baby,,,just sleep, it’s okay
he tries tries tries to make you cum before he finishes, BUT EVERYTHING YOU DO GETS HIS COCK ROCKHARD
obanai was laying between your legs, lip suctioned around your clit, dragging his tongue over the little nub
all while he’s languidly thrusting two fingers in and out your slick pussy
and baby his head game is *CHEF KISS*
you’re mewling and whining, grinding your hips against his face as he laps his tongue up and down your folds
the sounds your making, the taste of your cunt, the way he can feel you throbbing against his mouth—it has HIM trembling and whimpering
he’s unconsciously rutting his hips against the mattress, squeezing his eyes shut as he attempts to control himself
but then you make this sound that’s caught between a whimper and grunt, and it catches so prettily in the back of your throat—
he blows his load, unbeknownst to you, as gasps against your heat
he literally knocks out between your legs, with his mouth smushed against your pussy 💀
TENGEN
not a single f*cking thing
look at that man and tell me he doesn’t give you the best pipe of your life
okay wait actually there maybe ONE THING ☝️
he talks wayyyy too fucking much during sex
and it’s mostly outlandish sh*t
okay, when he asked “whose pussy is this? 😩” it was all fine and dandy BUT THEN HE TAKES IT UP A NOTCH—
“you’d die by this dick, huh 😏”
my pride won’t let me say yes, but yes...i would 🧎🏾♀️
like he says the most strange sh*t ever and it draws you out of the sex head space to be like “...WAIT WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?”
he does it on purpose though 💀
he’s lining himself up to your entrance and he looks up at you smirking and is all like “im gonna make you a single mother”
AYOO???? 😭
BITCH.WHAT.THE.FUCK??!!
you literally shoot up, scrunching your legs up to your chest
while he laughs at your horrified look
BRO DON’T PLAY LIKE THAT 😭
that and i feel like he’s so fckin heavy handed omg
slaps your ass while you’re riding him and your whole skeleton rattles for like 5 minutes after 😭
yeah other than that...there is no way he’d be bad at sex
GYOMEI
very...very...gentle
he’s genuinely afraid of hurting you during sex
like he’s so MASSIVE and he’s convinced there is no way you can take all of him
he feels the way your pussy barely accommodates two of his fingers and he’s like “hm maybe not...🥲”
when he’s fingering you, he just barely squirms his fingers around while he winces in fear that he’s hurting you
you tell him “gyomei, go harder”
and he’s like “no”
!;&;&/&/7,$;7)/)/
and you’re like “but i barely feel you moving?”
and he’s like “trust me this is for your own good”
YOU DON’T KNOW MY LIFE!
when he finally finally agrees to f*ck you with his cock, the whole process takes almost three hours because he takes his time lubing you up and stretching you out with his fingers
it takes him the whole last hour to actually bottom out just from out how slow he’s easing into you
and everytime your breath catches in your throat, he slides his cock from out of your pussy and he’s like “ahh, i knew this was a bad idea!”
and then y’all have to start all over again
he can barely feel you squeeze around his cock from just how you’re stretched around him and he starts to freak out
you have to assure him that he’s not hurting you so he doesn’t pull out again
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut (minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked)
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gn!reader, pining kny!boys, masturbation {more warnings under the cut}
𝐚/𝐧: shout out to @ry0m3n for the idea
{sfw edition}
attack on titan edition - {pt.1} {pt.2}
𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐊𝐀
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: switchy!giyuu, pervert!giyuu
giyuu was usually very cautious about being respectful of your privacy. he always knocked before walking into your bedroom except for one time. one time it slipped his mind and he walked in while you were changing. your roommate apologizes profusely but before he can leave, you stop him. “giyuu… you can stay” you murmured, doing nothing to shield your naked body. he’s a mess, red in the face as you approach him in nothing at all. “i know you like me” you cooed. “we can make each other feel good. what do you say?”. giyuu feels light headed but somehow manages to nod at your offer. he’s fantasized about you far too many times to say no. “f-fuck, yes. please let me touch you”.
rengoku was so nice to you. he wasn’t just your roommate, he was a friend. that was why you had no problem with confiding in him about your troubles. while you two stood in the kitchen together, you confessed that none of the guys you’ve been with lately have been able to make you cum. well rengoku can’t have that. he always took such good care of you and now was no different. “want my help?” he asks, taking you off guard. “if you need to cum, darling, i can give that to you. all you have to do is ask”. you’d be an idiot to turn down such a generous offer. nodding, next thing you know rengoku has you bent over the kitchen counter, his massive cock making you cream in minutes.
𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐈 𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: break ups, service dom!obanai, oral (reader!receiving)
obanai has never really asked about your love life. one, because he was your roommate and two, because it made him a little jealous. one day he just overhears you by accident talking on the phone about the dude you just broke up with. “well fuck him, he could never give me head properly anyway” you grumbled. obanai isn’t sure why exactly that statement has an effect on him but it does. the moment you hang up the phone your roommate is on you. “o-obanai, what are you?-“ before you can finish speaking he’s between your legs. “i can treat you better than he ever could” he mumbled, the feelings he’s been holding in tumbling out. “let me prove it to you. let me make you feel good”.
𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!sanemi, masturbation
you were driving sanemi crazy. you thought you were being subtle when you touched himself in the middle of the night but he heard it all. he heard every moan and most of all, he heard your frustration when you failed to make yourself cum. it’s taken all his self control not to burst in on you. you were sanemi’s roommate after all, he shouldn’t do this. the last straw was hearing his name fall from your lips. that was it. storming from his bedroom to yours, you’re shocked when sanemi appears in your door way. you try to cover yourself up but he’s quick to rip the blanket off of you. “if i make you cum will you let me sleep?” he growls, earning a little nod from you. “fine, i’ll fuck you real good”.
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut {minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked}
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: sex toys, dom! and sub!reader, afab!reader, edging {more warnings under the cut}
thank you @ry0m3n for the suggestion!!
𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐊𝐀
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: strap, pegging, sub!giyuu, dacryphilia
giyuu gets so nervous yet aroused every time you pull out your strap. the idea of admitting it makes him so flustered but secretly he loves it when you peg him. it’s okay, he doesn’t really need to say it. you can tell how much giyuu loves your rubber cock by the way he cries when you hit his prostate and the way his hips move back to meet your thrusts, desperate for release.
𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!uzui, dildo, size kink
believe it or not uzui loves fucking you with a dildo. instead of thrusting into you himself he’s grip the fake rubber dick in his hand and shove it in and out of your needy hole. this is all so he can hear you cry about how the dildo isn’t enough for you, how you need his massive fat cock instead to actually cum. smirking to himself, uzui will toss away the dildo once his ego is satisfied from your begging. “need my cock that bad, huh? don’t worry. you’ll get it”.
your vibrator is yours and obanai’s best friend. you look so cute squirming as he places the vibe on your clit. the vibrator’s nice but it’s nothing compared to obanai’s cock. the moment you start asking for more obanai tenderly kisses your forehead. “i’ll fill you up, my love. just let me see you cum and i’ll give you three more orgasms, pretty”.
𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: switch!sanemi, cock ring
sanemi’s real tough until you slip that vibrating cock ring on. just like that he’s a pathetic little bitch in heat, whining and desperately bucking his hips in need of release. through eyes filled with tears, sanemi looks at you with gritted teeth. “s-stop teasing. i-i swear i-if you don’t-“ sanemi cuts himself off with a moan. when you take that cock ring off you better bet that he’ll fuck you into oblivion as revenge but that’s exactly what you want <3
Warnings: Language, smut, nsfw smut, daddy kink, oral sex, thigh riding, sukuna has like four mouths and he uses them liberally. I regret nothing.
Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x Reader
Word Count:2.2K
A/N: Thank Fish for this one, and for beta reading it too! Love you fishy! Also this is my firat entry for @kireirengoku 1k collab! Hope you enjoy it!!
“‘Kuna, please.” you whined. Your arms were draped around his broad shoulders, your airy moans ghosting over the skin of his neck. His toned chest was exposed through his robes, with your naked form pressed against him as you ground your soaked cunt against his thigh.
As the king of curses, he had duties to attend to; but he couldn’t forget about your needs. So when you came to him with your thighs shuffling, begging for him to give you the release you desired, Sukuna couldn’t resist bringing you along so you could ride his thigh to your heart’s content.
Idk how comfortable you are writing for Obanai but I'd be really happy to request him x reader in which she tries very hard to be friends with him even maybe cooking for him but it's kinda hard since he's so stoic/intimidating and she almost gives up until he finally shows some signs of appreciation 🌸
pairing: iguro obanai x f!reader
warnings: none
genre: fluff
wc: 1,455
note: i think i've defs gotten more comfortable writing for him!! ofc i can't see myself writing a multi-chaptered fic for him anytime soon, but after writing him a few times i think i had a better (hopefully) handle on his personality :) thank u for the request anon! <3 i hope u enjoy!
“Iguro-san! Lovely day, isn’t it?
———
“Iguro-san! Kaburamaru looks well—it makes me happy to see he and you are both in good health this year.”
———
“Iguro-san, how was your previous mission? I heard a little about it from Mitsuri—all went smoothly, I hope?”
———
“Iguro-san, I recently learned how to make pancakes. If you have the time, I’d love to host you at my estate to get your thoughts!”
———
You’d lost count of how many times you attempted to befriend the Serpent Hashira, only to be rebuked with thinly veiled disgust, one worded answers or worse: silence.
But you couldn’t give up hope; you knew from both sides the strangeness at being approached by someone you barely knew, hoping to seek friendship. And Obanai seemed more reclusive and unwanting of friends even more-so than Sanemi and Giyu.
“How about today? Before sundown?” You were saying, a wide, unassuming smile stretched across your lips.
Even with the mask over his mouth, you didn’t need to see Obanai’s whole face to know he was scowling. It was apparent in the deep crease between his eyebrows, the way that sharp, heterochromatic gaze narrowed, pierced your soul the longer you stood before him without getting an answer.
Around his shoulders, Kaburamaru coiled, crimson beady eyes watching you as intently as his master.
This is your fifth attempt to bridge the wide chasm that separated you from the Serpent Hashira’s friendship. You try not to let the apprehension roiling in your gut show, try to keep that friendly, open smile on your face as he stares.
“I’m busy,” he says, the barely-contained snappish tone of his voice causing your stomach to sink even though you take his rejection in stride.
“Of course, my apologies,” you say, trying hard not to squirm beneath his narrowed gaze. When his back is turned, your shoulders slump, that smile finally slipping away.
You don’t have much time to feel downhearted, though, because the scent of wisteria reaches your nose and Shinobu pops up in your line of vision, smiling brightly.
“Yo-hoo,” she greets, startling you. “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation.” Mortification bleeds into your surprise, but she continues before your expression can morph with embarrassment. “Perhaps you’d like some company? I’m free this afternoon and would love to visit you again. We might as well enjoy the time we have, right?”
“Oh,” you blink, taken aback by her offer. “Well, sure, if you like. I actually,” you laugh sheepishly, “I actually already have most of the meal prepared. Some things might take a bit longer, though.”
Shinobu claps her hands together, smile never faltering. “That’s fine, of course. It’s always a treat watching you cook.”
That’s how you end up having dinner with Shinobu at your estate. The weather is calm outside, the occasional breeze filtering through the open doors. Though you enjoy her company, it’s difficult to stop feeling downhearted at Obanai’s refusal to join you. You wondered how Mitsuri managed to befriend him—and if there was any hope for you to do the same.
The food you’d made that had meant to be eaten with Obanai is spread across the table—you were glad to have someone else to feed, and could not help the embarrassment at having Shinobu take in all of your hard effort while knowing who you’d been hoping to share it with.
The rest of you is glad, though, that she elects not to mention it, instead asking you questions about your training and in turn recounting stories of Aoi and Kanao. Her place will always be a beacon for the slayers, and you were glad to have an escape, easily falling into the conversation with her as the night draws to a close.
———
“I must say, anyone would be lucky to try the food you make, [Last]-san. It’s truly incredible.”
You blink, looking at Shinobu with a puzzled stare. Kagaya has not yet arrived, and the Hashira were all gathered outside in the garden awaiting his appearance.
“Thank... thank you,” you say, unsure as to where she was going with this but very aware that Obanai was lingering in the tree mere meters away. He’d been silent almost this entire time, merely listening to the rest of the group banter (which included Sanemi threatening to crush Giyu’s blade to bits).
“It was such a treat spending time with you the other day,” she continued, smiling, the perfect image of fabricated obliviousness. “In fact, I would have to be a fool to even consider missing it.” Your Total Concentration Breathing almost halted.
You smiled, even as the blood drain from your face. Was she trying to get you killed??
“Ah, well, you’re always welcome back, of course,” you say, “though I must say Mitsuri-san gets the credit for teaching me how to make pancakes. I don’t think I could have done so without her help.”
“O-oh, it was no trouble at all, you were such a wonderful student!” Mitsuri gushes, cheeks pink.
“Well, perhaps next time the three of us should enjoy each other’s company,” Shinobu suggests lightly.
“I would love to host the two of you, of course,” you smile. “Anyone is welcome, really, though I know our schedules are so scattered and change at the whim of demons.”
“Though I doubt the flamboyancy of your offer, it would be interesting to see,” Tengen remarks, finger on his chin, raising an eyebrow at you. You try not to scowl at him.
“No one will make you come, Uzui,” you say. He merely hums, eyes drifting up to the tree where you know Obanai is perched.
Thankfully, though, Kagaya soon arrives, and you’re spared anymore sneaky talk from Shinobu or any prying glances from Tengen. Obanai remains a constant presence within your senses, however, despite not looking once at him, and through the meeting, you swear you can feel his eyes on you—watching even when you do not speak.
The meeting is not quick, but it doesn’t drag on like you feared, and when Kagaya dismisses you, you brush your uniform pants off, already thinking about going home to enjoy a long bath, hopefully before your next assignment.
“Hey.”
The voice is so unexpected you’re almost convinced it had been the work of a Blood Demon Art, but when you turn and blink, you sense no evil presence, nothing amiss except Obanai himself, regarding you with an oddly stiff expression.
“Iguro-san,” you smile, turning your full body to face him. “Good evening. How can I help you?”
His fist clenches, weight shifting. For a moment you think it was a mistake that he called out to you, after all, but then he speaks up again.
“Day after tomorrow... I’m free.” He says, almost too quietly. You blink once, twice, and then feel a smile so wide it hurts your cheeks split across your face.
“Oh! R-right! Yes, of course! Um, I’d love to—rather, I’d be happy to have you over! Is there anything that you particularly like to eat? Or, or if there’s something you’d like to do—ah, I’ve been trying to brush up on my calligraphy skills!” You’re rambling again, something you catch yourself too late doing, but he surprisingly doesn’t seem to mind. To him, you think, rambling is better than the kind of silence Giyu offers as he stands alone, gloomy in the corner of every meeting.
“I don’t,” Obanai begins, and then turns his face away. Kaburamaru hovers across his shoulders, tongue flicking out. “I don’t eat much. But if you have to, I don’t mind tororo-konbu.”
You have to clench your fists from clapping your hands together in delight. “I see! I’ll gladly make some for you! And Kaburamaru? What about him?”
He blinks, like he hadn’t expected you to ask. “He’s fine. I feed him.”
“Of course, yes,” you grin, chest feeling overwhelmingly light. You try to speak strongly, to keep your breathless mirth out of your voice. It almost doesn’t work. “Yes, it’ll be an honor to have you over, Iguro-san!”
He mutters a little at that, turning away from you, but you’re observant enough and the estate is lit enough that you catch the tips of his ears turning pink. A soft, graceful color that suits him, has heat flushing up your own face.
“Then... the day after tomorrow,” he says. You nod, though he can’t see it.
“The day after tomorrow.”
You part ways that evening, waving at him, still with that bright smile on your face, and barely keep yourself from humming the entire way back to your estate.
It’s only when you’re in the bath that you stop, frown, looking up towards the ceiling.
pairing: iguro obanai x gn!reader x kanroji mitsuri
warnings: alcohol
genre: angst, comfort, modern!au
wc: 2,375
note: tbh i wanted only angst ficlet (ficlet!!!) but my fragile heart couldn’t bear it… plus i’m a sucker for angst and comfort :) sorry if this seems a bit disjointed, i started with One Vibe and ran with it.
They’re perfect together. Achingly so—you feel it in your teeth when you watch them; in the neurons flicking in your brain; down to the very marrow of your bones—and when they share a smile, lean close together inside the already minimal space between their bodies, lost to the world around them and the party that drags on, you feel yourself crack.
Star-crossed lovers from another life that have found each other once more, Shinobu once described them as—you had agreed out of principle, following the nods and laughter of your other friends, tried not to openly gape as Obanai’s cheekbones had grown rosy with a blush and Mitsuri hid her equally pink face in her hands.
Unfair, you’d dubbed it in private, bitterly. Sickeningly lovely.
Tonight, you drank shochu as if it could wash away the jealousy you’d let fester in your heart—since it had fastened itself deep in your arteries from the first moment you saw them hold hands.
Emergency Request Fulfilled: hi t! I would like to make an emergency request 👉👈 ive been having a lot of nightmares lately and its been making me feel like crud all day, so id like something of obanai, kyojuro and/or tengen comforting a s/o who has trauma related nightmares
Dabi was undeniably expressive despite his efforts. You saw it all — whether it be the pinch in his brow or his lip curling into a sneer, the maniacal glimmer in his eye or the tight shift of his jaw; he feigned indifference at every possible turn, but his body was honest, and you could read it just as well.
Thus you knew with one look that he was frustrated. Expression smoothed into perfect neutrality, his leg was still bouncing restlessly beneath the table and the repetitive thud was beginning to grate on you. There was plenty about him that you didn’t know, things he refused to tell anyone, so words often didn’t matter to him because there was nothing to say. He valued action, tangible evidence of intent, of promise. Loyalty and attention were two things you could give him, and you had your ways of keeping him ashore.
“I want a kiss,” you tell him.
Resting slack against the cushion of the booth, threadbare coat discarded to the side and legs comfortably spread, Dabi’s half lidded gaze meets your own. Illuminated only by the cheap bar light, the blue of his eyes reflects exasperation back at you. “Yeah?” he murmurs, an amused lilt to his voice, “manners don’t cost a thing y’know”.
You sidle up closer to him, feeling the remnants of his quirk radiating into the tepid air, and he stares at you expectantly. Quick to correct yourself, you say: “I want a kiss please”.
He softens then. It’s minute, maybe unnoticeable to anyone other than you, but you see the tension on his facial sutures lessen. There’s a fondness to him, and a familiar flicker of confusion that you know better than to question. On worse days you may even have to beg a little — to everyone’s entertainment — just to assure him that he’s wanted.
“Fine. Since you asked so nicely,” he concedes, tilting his head towards you but not enough to cover the distance. You’re happy to crawl into his space, a hand cradling his cooling cheek as you lean forwards, savouring how he hums when your lips slot together. It would almost be chaste if not for your tongue, hot along the seam of his mouth for a fleeting moment before you pull back, finding enjoyment in the frown that follows.
It always unfolded like this, a strange act of foreplay. You would kiss him once as if it was all you’d need to get your fill, and he would quickly pull you back as if he’d never felt hunger before that moment. His predictability makes you laugh, and your contagious joy frustrates him to no end, fighting the grin pulling at his cheeks. With one arm around your waist he drags you back, and with the other he holds you still.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he says, “give me one worth my while”.
The prompt list for Kinktober 2023 is here! As always, we will be creating an ao3 collection, closer to the event. Prompts are just suggestions; feel free to mix or match any days, shuffle the order, or even do your own ideas. The main point is that you get out there and create something in the month of October.
This year, we have a bonus prompt list! Further information on that can be found in the google doc.
For the sake of this prompt list Character A is always plus size/fat. I mostly made this because I think we need more plus size reader inserts and character fics. For those who want to write them but aren’t sure of ideas, don’t know where to start I figured this might be worth while.
I’d love to see more people create plus size/fat character specific prompt lists tbh.
All my Prompt Lists
Character A is grabbed/physically assaulted as a joke/way of laughing at their body. Character B is the one person who steps in.
“I’m too heavy…baby…”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Character B digging their fingers into Character A’s hips, soft waist, stomach, sides etc. enjoying the tactile nature of their partner.
+ (You may like to add to this) Character A pulling away from Character B due to feeling self-conscious/uncomfortable with Character B touching those parts of them they’re usually admonished for.
Character A is forced into wearing something tighter than normal, maybe they haven’t had time to do their laundry and it’s the only thing they have left, or it’s a last minute formal event and the only dress they have is something they bought and never felt confident wearing. Character B is there to remind them every step of the way how lovely they are.
“Has it ever occurred to you that I find all of you attractive? That i’m not ignoring anything, not picking and choosing parts of you that I like and ignoring those that I dislike? That I like all of you?”
Character A walks past a mirror and feels unusually (or not) self-conscious, it puts a damper on their mood. Character B takes note and aims to correct this.
Victorian AU: Character A has spent their life being told they’re unmarriable, unlikely to find a spouse because of their size, that they don’t fit the mold. Character B has a few choice words for Character A’s parents and a proposal.
Victorian AU: Character B soothing the marks left on Character A’s skin from wearing an ill fitting corset in an attempt to conform to societal expectation. Lots of tender love and care.
Character A decides to wear a swimsuit to the beach/pool for the first time in years, they’re self-conscious but trying not to show it. Character B is just there hyping Character A up, showering them in love and appreciation because damn!
Character A is confident, feeling it, has worked so hard on their body confidence. Character B isn’t quite there yet with their own. Character A is here to remind Character B that they are wonderful, lovely, deserve to feel confident and good in their body.
Character B is proudly showing off their partner Character A, not afraid to show everyone how much they love them.
(You could add this) Character B is asked why they’d even be with Character A, derogatory comments are made about Character A’s size. Character B is not having it. This is their baby and they love them.
“I don’t want you to hide from me. I don’t want you to feel like you have to, ever.”
“I love you for you, for all of you. I don’t think you’d be pretty if you were smaller, I don’t think you’d look better if you lost a few pounds. You’re all I want and all I need, just as you are.”
Character B takes comfort in just cuddling with Character A. In resting their head against Character A’s soft stomach, wrapping their arms around their waist/hips.
Character A has begun distancing themselves from Character B as their insecurities take over and they worry Character B is bored of them or no longer attracted to them. Character B is determined to set the record straight
“I’m not asking you to compete with anyone, you don’t need to. You’re the best person for me, the only person for me. I think you’re the most beautiful/handsome/attractive/etc. Person i’ve ever met. I don’t want them. I don’t want anybody else.”
Soft kisses to the soft rolls of a soft stomach
Soft kisses to the soft dips and curves of hips and love handles
“I love your double chin. I love your round cheeks. I love you. I love how your cheeks dimple when you laugh.”
Kisses to stretch marks, trailing fingers over the marks in Character A’s skin.
“You’re so soft.”
Character B is kind of obsessed with Character A’s butt
Soulmate AU: It’s terrifying having a soulmate, growing up to believe that they’ll reject you, that your body will disgust them. Character A is petrified of meeting their soulmate, scared they’ll be rejected, that they won’t be attractive enough. The moment they meet Character B those fears are washed away.
“I love your stomach, have I ever told you that?”
Character A gets dressed up for the first time, Character B is a little bit starstruck
Character A takes Character B with them to go clothes shopping. Character B is having the time of their life seeing all the different outfits.
Alternatively, Character A can’t find anything that fits right/they feel good in and is getting really down. Character be is here to save the day and change their perception.
1980s/70s/60s/90s AU: Character A (fem. presenting) works in a male dominated office, she is constantly dealing with the day to day sexist comments added to that are the comments about their body/shape/size. Character B usually works out of office, but for the first time they’re in house long enough to notice. They decide to put a stop to it.
Mob/Mafia AU: Character A isn’t what people expect a mob boss’s favourite gal/guy/person to be like, too sweet, too soft, too big. But that doesn’t change the fact that they’re the favourite and no one can say a bad word about them.
Character A has been in past abusive relationships where they’re shamed for what they eat. Character B is here to make sure they eat what they want and don’t feel bad about it, they refuse to let Character A fall into self-destructive patterns.
Character A is soft, sweet, runs a bakery, (massively cliché i know), character B is rough around the edges but melts around character A.
“I’m not like other girls/guys/people you’ve dated. I…look at me? I don’t look anything like them. How can you…I don’t…I don’t understand why you’d want to date me?”
“I’m not your type.” “Who says?”
Character A poses for Character B nude for a life drawing session
Character B is always drawing character A in their sketchbook when they’re not looking. Character A finds the sketches.
Character B tries to write poetry about Character A, it’s bad, but it’s also sweet.
“I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to be hidden away like some sort of dirty little secret. I can’t… I won’t.”
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