I saw that you write for Trunks but does that include Future Trunks? Could you write some NSFW Future Trunks x reader? Specifically a reader with a large butt and thighs? I’ve seen plenty of people hc him as a boob man but I think he could be a butt guy too 😁 if this doesn’t strike you as inspirational no problem! Just thought I would ask! Thank you 😊
😭 I'm too lazy to specify all the variations and just put "Trunks" as the universal for A. Trunks/GT Trunks, Future Trunks, and Xeno Trunks...Maybe EoZ Trunks? As far as NSFT writing goes, he's 18 here if I remember correctly.
While I am not currently taking requests (definitely feel free to throw this back at me when I do reopen requests for a proper fic), this stuck with me and I had to sit and think about it. I could see the variations of Trunks having the opposite preferences with Xeno Trunks being the wild card who bases his preferences on visual representation and flip-flops based on what's in front of him or who he currently likes. Also an easily pussy-whipped service top that I don't think I can articulate beyond "saiyan genes" at this moment, but it feels right
Future Trunks = Boob guy
Adult/GT Trunks = Big Booty guy like his dad
So I gotta side with the others on this one for Future Trunks.😂
F. Trunks knowing he can have access to an s/o with a big booty and thick thighs is going to intimidate him. He was already crushing on you and peeping out your chest despite trying his best not to, but to be given permission to touch you anywhere is going to open his eyes to the possibility of what it would be like to hold your hips or ass in his hands.
He's chivalrous enough to look but not touch, so initially he learns to keep his hands behind him when he's close to you so as not to accidentally bump your hips with his large hand. Again.
You basically have to take his hands and make him feel every curve to get him used to it. While he's blushing up to his ears and his eyes can't seem to leave the way your chest is pressed against him, his hands fall in love with the plush and malleable texture of your cheeks. Your ass feels alive in his hold with every wiggle.
A/N: Local woman who doesn’t know how to make good titles and gets way off topic of the prompt regrets posting writing before she even posts it. I should really read over this again before posting, but if I do, I know I won’t post it. Also, I should really stop writing when I’m dead tired. ANYWAY: here’s this.
1. “I think he wants to punch my face good.”
Warnings: Insinuations of an abusive relationship
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You hummed happily, your hands propping up your head as you watched your best friends train. Clearly, you had already had your own fair share for the day, not that you planned on letting them have all the fun. Dried blood coated a cut on your forehead and bruises and small scratches littered the rest of your exposed skin, yet you couldn’t be happier.
Any time away from your tumultuous home was more than welcome, not to mention the added joy of being with your closest friends.
Thoughts about your home made you fidgety, reminding you of the inevitable trouble to come when you left your friends.
“Hey!” You caught the boys’ attention, “Let’s go grab something to eat, then I’m tapping in.”
The boys quickly made their way to your side, “You sure you’re up for it [Name]? You’re looking a little tired.”
You narrowed your eyes in Goten’s direction, his only warning before you jumped on his back, pinned his arms with your legs, and pressed your forearm against his throat, “I didn’t quite hear you. Wanna repeat yourself?”
Too your surprise, Goten fell backwards, knocking the breath from your lungs when his weight hit you.
“Hey!” You swiftly kicked him off, trying your hardest to keep your laughter hidden, “What have you been eating? I’m not feeding you!”
“Are you alright?” Trunks offered you a hand up, but he made no attempt to hide his laughter.
In response to his teasing grin, you turned on your heel as you stood, and fell back against Trunks, knocking him back a few steps as you feigned weakness, “No, I think I’m dying. Tell [pet’s Name] I love them.”
“I think she’s dead. Goten, grab her wallet!”
“I knew it!” You stood and glared playfully at Trunks, your nose almost brushing against his as you stared up at him, “You only love me for my money!”
A smug smirk crossed your face as a tint of pink appeared on his cheeks.
“Alright,” Goten pushed the two of you apart lightly, “before this becomes a daytime drama, let’s go get some food.”
X
Hours later, you dragged yourself home, bandages covering the countless scratches across your arms and face at the insistence of your friends, Trunks more than Goten.
“I’m home!” Your voice echoed back to you, no signs of life other than the wiggling body of your [pet] at your feet.
You meandered through the house and into the kitchen to prepare a snack. As you were about to take your first bite, the door slammed open and the angry form of your boyfriend stomped through.
“Where have you been?”
Your shoulders tensed and your hand immediately slipped into your pocket and pulled out your phone. You’d pulled up Trunks in your messages before setting foot in the house, completely prepared for this situation.
“With friends. Why does it matter?” You were more than capable of taking care of yourself and making your own decisions, but your boyfriend had to be in control of you. God knew you wanted out of this house and this relationship, but you couldn’t help wanting to keep this a secret, even from your closest friends—especially from your closest friends—you were supposed to be strong enough to protect yourself, but you couldn’t even deal with your sad excuse of a partner.
How had you even gotten in this situation?
“I’ve told you, you are not allowed to leave this house without my permission!” He took an aggressive step toward you.
Your fingers quickly typed in an SOS—an agreed sign with Trunks that he was needed now.
“You are not in charge of me! I can leave this house whenever I want!”
“I dare you to raise you voice to me again!” You tried to maintain your position, not wanting to give into the conditioning you’d been given since meeting this monster, still, you took a step back.
You opened your mouth to fire back something—anything—but nothing came out.
Silence overtook the both of you for the few moments before there was a knock at the door.
You darted to it, picking up your [pet] as you did, and threw open the door.
“I’m going to go grab some of my stuff,” you handed Trunks your pet, “and I need you to take me somewhere. It doesn’t matter where.” You were shaking, but you wasted no time in explaining as you run to your room. Thank God you’d prepared a few bags for this very situation weeks ago.
When you returned, Trunks and [Guy’s Name] were staring each other down.
“Trunks-” he didn’t give you a chance to finish, grabbing your bags and handing back your pet.
X
You landed outside Capsule Corp minutes of silence later, “So,” you began with a roll of your shoulders, “that went well.”
“I think he wants to punch my face good.”
You laughed quietly, appreciating his attempt to lighten the situation, “I wouldn’t worry about that. Hopefully we’ll never have to see him again. Thanks for coming so quickly.”
You let your [pet] down—it wasn’t the first time s/he’d been here after all.
“[Name],” Trunks placed a hand on your shoulder as you straightened back up, “what happened?”
“That’s… Not a quick story. Can we put that off for now?”
Trunks nodded as you began the walk inside, “It’s up to you, just know that I’m always here if you want to talk.”
He seemed to hesitate, like he had more to say, but wasn’t sure if he should continue.
“Anyone who thinks they have a right to treat you like that doesn’t deserve you.”
You hesitated yourself, feelings you’d kept buried for years gnawing at you. Finally, though, you reached your hand forward and grabbed his own free hand.
“So,” you glanced down at your hand around his own as you spoke, “would that mean you deserve me?” You chanced tangling your fingers with his, your face getting redder and redder by the second.
“I-I’d like to hope so…” He looked down as well, his cheeks almost as dark as your own.
“I’m not sure if I deserve you.” You laughed lightly and finally looked away from your hands. Quickly, before you lost your nerve, you pressed a kiss against the corner of his lips.
You could swear that you’d never seen Trunks grin like he did after you kissed him, but you hardly had anytime to consider the thought before he pulled you into a much more passionate kiss.
The kiss couldn’t have lasted as long as it felt, but by the time he pulled back, you were breathing just a bit heavier and you had a dopey grin plastered on your face.
“You… Should have done that sooner.”
“Believe me, I wanted to.”
As you both laughed, a drop of rain hit your nose.
You called [pet’s name] as the both of you ran for cover before you and your stuff could get soaked.
“Next time we have a heart-warming moment,” you gave him a playful pout as you pushed back your wet hair, “let’s do it indoors.”
...at first, only watching Gohan train him from the distance, being there for support and whatever else he may need, but after Gohan passed, Trunks took you as his pupil. You always had a hypothesis that he did it to still keep living the dynamic he had with Gohan.
...him not taking it serious, barely using any of his strength while you two are sparring and only teaching you really small things, like how to fly or hide your energy, instead of teaching you how to fight, no matter how many well you’ve mastered the rest.
...you slowly getting frustrated with him, but him always denying it when you’d call him out.
- until finally, you’d ask how he ever expects you to help him fight the androids if he doesn’t toughen you up.
“What are you talking about? You’re never going up against them.”
...you snapping and telling him he’s doing the same to you that Gohan did to him, yelling that he should know how that feels, before flying home.
...him being right - you weren’t really interested in being a fighter - but you wanting to help people by fighting the androids. It hurts too much to sit on the sidelines while the world around you crumbles.
...him showing up at your home to apologize, avoiding your eyes as he says you’re right, with his usual uncharacteristically bashful pout. It’s always baffled you how different he is to the person who shows up when he’s fighting.
...finally being treated like a fighter during training, and although it led to a lot more painful mornings, plenty of bruises and scars, and long hours of wearing compresses, he’d always smile proudly while placing those very same compresses on your wounds.
...steadily, thought he’d keep praising you for how quick it happened, changing from his student into his training partner.
...you actually being the one to cut his hair most of the time - it’s something you considered doing as a job before the androids kind of made any artistic job meaningless to society while they cowered in fear.
...trying to insist that you should go with him to his mission in the future, but him telling you no, no matter how hard you’d try.
“With Gohan gone and with me leaving… Earth will need someone to help fend off the androids.”
...defeated, watching his ship disappear and feeling the coming weeks stretch out like months while you wait for him to get back, making him proud while he’s gone by saving as many people from the androids’ fun as you can and keeping up your strength.
...tackling him into a hug when he got back, unstabilizing him and his mind for a moment as he’d turn bright red, but your greeting not lasting long when you noticed his new power level.
...him blinking in shock as you’d immediately try to get him to train you more, wanting to catch up.
...you finally accepting your differences and standing back for him to take care of the androids, but only to suddenly get shoved forward by Trunks, him giving you a mischievous look as he tells you to take care of them, saying that is how his father trained him.
...you having thought he was just teasing you, but you wanting to show off how you’ve improved, too, and so, flying into battle without complaint. It taking some time before he’d admit to how impressed he was.
...him obviously eventually helping you - you weren’t quite on that level yet - but still letting you do most of the work, knowing he’s strong enough to save you if he needs to - except, when he went to fight Cell, he asked you to stay back, not wanting to risk anything.
...you two still training together after everything was finished and the world was freed, and not just because you were trying to reach his level, but something about it always felt different - more meaningful.
...you to being the start of the new Z-fighters.
...with the war over, you two finally having the chance to consider why you’ve always been so attached to one another. Gohan has certainly teased you two enough about it before he died, so it didn’t take too long to figure it out.
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Imagine Future Trunks freezing when he first sees you in the present. You're his age and you're beautiful. As you fight together, he grows to love you. But he doesn't know what to do now.
If you’re still taking prompts for Kinktober could I request Ft. Trunks and somnophilia where he’s the one asleep? 👀👀
FUTURE TRUNKS X READER
✦✦Content: M/18. MINORS DNI. post cell games au. mutual pining. cuddling.
✦✦Warning: dubcon, somnophilia, referenced character death, implied trauma
If he was too shy to even hold your hand in public for too long, he couldn’t imagine something as intimate as holding your whole body against him for even a second. What if he accidentally touched you in a way or place you don’t like? His entire face was red just thinking about it! But he couldn’t really say no to your insisting, it was to help him, after all. It took a long time for Trunks to get used to falling asleep and staying that way throughout the night.
For as long as you have known him, he’d finally gotten to a place where he didn’t jerk awake or suddenly become fully alert at every shift or bump.
And all too soon, it was difficult again… after what happened with Cell. A new fear to overcome. When Trunks’ mind would get too quiet and that final conscious breath released before he could slip into his dreams, a dreadful, fading sensation would suddenly hit him. Reminding him of that moment. In response, he would lurch in a panic and clutch his chest where the searing beam pierced him—paralyzed him, choked him, and claimed him.
Luckily for him, he had plenty of people to talk it over with, but it was going to be some time to fully ease such bodily distress. That’s when you dropped the idea of sharing a bed with him to help him sleep better again.
A thoughtful suggestion, but when he was around you in any intimate setting he was anything but relaxed. His heart constantly racing, his stomach in knots, and barely able to speak a complete sentence if you so much as smiled or stared at him for too long. Trunks never had such feelings for anyone like this before and he would hate to be reckless about it. A bad impression on you, when he does return to his timeline, was the last thing he wanted to leave you with.
Regardless, you made cuddling seem so natural. Your hand brushing over his lengthy purple crown of soft hair and your body against his didn’t make him nervous for long. This felt so warm to him, so soothing and peaceful. Maybe it was what he needed after all. He couldn’t help but drift in and out from the sound of your steady heartbeat, the side of his face sinking comfortably against your chest when he let go of his nerves and your arms secured his head in place. Leaving this warmth felt impossible, his large arm wrapped around you affirming that he had no intention of letting you go.
The two of you talked for a while until your responses came with many yawns and pauses in between, trying to hold your thoughts together with sleep creeping in as the hours ticked by. It was a pleasant distraction for his troubles, like everything melted away in the serenity of your embrace. Just beautiful moments that felt like they lasted an eternity as the sleep set in. He managed to shift your cuddle to where you could lie in the crook of his arm now while he was on his back, his other hand under his head.
You couldn’t help but admire the way his chest peeks out the collar of his black top, reminding you that his body was not as lean as his long sleeves and loose pants would lead you to believe but much larger. From your head on the side of his chest and his arm keeping you close, everything was endowed with firm muscles. Your hand smoothed over the unoccupied side of his chest when you realize how softly it rose and fell.
“Trunks…?” You quietly spoke out and didn’t get a response. He was out and at peace at last. You smiled to yourself looking up at his soft and relaxed expression. He deserved this. Your hand continued to stroke his chest a bit more under the idea that a present, constant motion would help him stay asleep, but then you began to idly trace the exposed skin above his black shirt. Admiring the feel of his broad muscles beneath his collarbone, following the trail to the side of his neck which made him flinch a little, but otherwise remain asleep.
The natural flush in his skin with his hair draped around his neck and ear showed off the more subtle hints of his attractive features, but you couldn’t help but linger on it all in your current position, your imagination embellishing them like a dirty secret. You bury your face against his chest with a wide, giddy grin at what flashed through your mind. Both innocent and impure things regarding your lips where your fingers had been. Yet it felt embarrassing for such things to cross your thoughts when this was to help him.
Still…This was the closest you and Trunks had been together, and alone at that. Hot things like that were what people who like each other do alone. You slowly lift your eyes from their hiding place as you contemplate your actions looking up at him. You don’t really want to wake him now that he’s getting the sleep he needs, but the light flutter growing between your legs insists the more you think about it. When would the both of you have this opportunity again before he’s gone forever?
Maybe you could just steal a small kiss—A goodnight kiss, you thought. People do that, it’s just a nice and romantic gesture for your eager nerves. So you go for it, your hand on his chest again as you pull yourself up, closer, your heart starting to beat faster when you gently press your lips to his. The fluttering at your center heated into something more profound and needy, encouraging you to do it again. A second kiss was placed just as gently as the first, but longer. Trunks stirred in his sleep feeling your nose brush over his, yet continued to stay asleep. You felt his arm hold you closer and it was exactly what your body was craving.
His innocent, unconscious gesture sent a wave of heat throughout your body, one of your legs moving to drape around him as you moved in closer and made a soft trail of your kisses down his chin to his neck. Grinding on him in an attempt to quell the need for friction between your thighs.
Your shifting and fondling did rouse Trunks out of his sleep, the exhaustion in his body replaced with a warm and steady sensation. building under your ministrations. A soft sound passes his lips when he reopens his eyes, his breath hitching when your lips find a sensitive spot between his neck and shoulder, and at the same time, your hips come down on his at just the right angle. He visibly flinches, stuttering out your name as he collects your shoulders in his hands holding you back a little to look at you. When your eyes meet, his cheeks fill with color at your lustful expression and heated breaths, your antsy hands clinging to his shirt still.
He doesn’t know what to say and you’re too turned on between your legs to let a coherent thought cross in your mind. However, you raise your hand forward to capture his face behind his hair, stroking his cheek in a silent plea to continue. You lean in close once again and Trunks' hands let go of your shoulders in favor of wrapping around you completely, kissing you deeply when your lips meet his again.
…you almost always having to initiate it – not because he doesn’t want to, but because he’s either too shy or too embarrassed at the idea of his father walking in on you and always holding it over his head.
…him only wrapping his arms around you first when he can sees that you need to be held, being able to read you with ease and without trouble.
…you two switching between being little spoon or big spoon on a daily basis, it depending on which of you needs it, but you still prefer to be the bigger spoon, given that he’s powerful enough to crush you in his arms.
…subtly playing with his long purple locks while he’d bury his face into your chest, stomach, or shoulder.
…him never trying anything sexual with you while you two would cuddle, not even touching you anywhere that would imply that he wants more, but never hiding the fact that he enjoys resting his face on or in between your breasts while you are the bigger spoon, which only makes you chuckle, not reject the idea.
…talking about insignificant things while you two get comfortable and eventually growing into a comfortable silence, just lying together and relaxing.
…him actually stepping away from his position at Capsule Corp when you suddenly show up, knowing you need to be held if you came all that way and won’t tell him why.
…him having to shoo everyone from his office, even his assistant, before he’d lead you to the couch in the corner, which he secretly just bought for the scenario, and allow you to curl up against him on it.
…your body fitting perfectly against his, almost like a puzzle piece, and his body being surprisingly soft despite all his muscles.
…him allowing you to mumble your troubles into his chest until you fall asleep, and if someone accidentally walks into the room, he’d discretely motion over your shoulder for them to be quiet and leave.
…Bulma making sure no one bothers you if she discovered you two sleeping together.
…neither of you ever growing tired of it, which means you two would lay there for hours if something doesn’t finally come up that you couldn’t skip.
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Would includes, where you send me a scenario and I write some key points about what the scenario would involve. (Example) Here are some scenarios I’ve done before:
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“Cuddling with ______ would include…”
“Jealous!______ would include…”
“______ dominating you would include…”
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Son Goku / Kakarot:
Vegelicious:
Punless Trunks:
Boobma Briefs:
Greens – can I eat them?
Supreme/Kibito Kai!! 😍😍
Strawberry SHORT Cake – Krillin totally gave me a thing for shorter guys.
Freezang Heart:
Buubuus:
Uubies:
Stunning Go 10/10:
Mo-del (Videl):
Android Sexting:
Android Still-Running-Out-Of-Puns:
Andoid Date-Me:
First To Die- I mean… uhm… “Yummy?”:
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There was a huff before anyone behind him could figure out who he was talking to. Kody emerged from her makeshift bed, blurry-eyed and clearly upset with her nap being interrupted.
"What does it look like I was doing?" She moved to stand slowly, stumbling a bit whem her knees popped into place, joints aching from their time spent in that of a non-bipedal creature.
"Was a white cat really necessary?"
"I was tired. Didn' check what color I was." She seemed to consider for a moment before giving a defeated sigh, "Sorry," She gave a brief glance to the group that had followed him, Krillen, Yamcha, and Gohan, before finishing her statement, voice lower than it had begun, "I had a nightmare. You weren't here so your clothes were the next best thing."
Trunks blinked, mouth opening and closing a few times before he was interrupted by Yamcha's quiet snickering.
"Didn't know you could be so sentimental," he paused, "or that you two were a thing."
Kody huffed, directed specifically at Yamcha this time, "Don't tell anyone. About either." She straightened farther, making herself as large as she could, even if whatever threat she gave would undoubtedly be hollow, "I will fight you."
"You can't fight me! You're miniature!"
"You wanna test that theory, pal?" She quirked a brow, taking a half-step closer.
"Alright you two, this really isn't the time for infighting." Krillen ushered Yamcha to the door, Gohan following close behind.
Before Kody could follow them out, Trunks' arm blocked her way. She cocked her head as she glanced at him, "What's up?"
"Are you alright?"
She grimaced before nodding, "Yeah, yeah, just a nightmare."
"Why's it got you so shaken up?"
She wrinkled her nose. She always forgot that she wasn't the only one with more-than-human observation, and it didn't help that they'd gotten so close so quick. He picked up on her upset almost as easily as she could pick up on his.
"It wasn't... always just a nightmare."
She could tell he was waiting for more. For an explanation on what that meant, but she knew better. Her past wasn't the kind of thing she wanted to put on anyone's shoulders, let alone him. Her past wasn't the kind of thing she wanted to share anyway, lest anyone see what she had been, or, maybe, what she really was.
"I don't know what I'm doing here. I should go."
This time, she was stopped by a hand around her wrist. She was shaking. Had it not been for how steady his hand was, she might have not realized.
"You're not the only one who has a bad past."
"You didn't have to hurt innocent people to get by." She hissed, free hand going to her face, "Everytime I close my eyes- it's like I'm back there. Watching people back away when they see their own abilities reflected back at them. I can't ever remember what I did. They didn't want me to. They made sure I forgot. All I remember is fear and blood."
"Kody," his loose grip tightened around her wrist as he pulled her closer to his body, "you're not there."
"I know that, but I know what I am too. And it's nothing worth any kindness I receive from any of you. I'm a monster."
"That's not true. You're far from a monster, no one thinks you're a monster."
"That's because no one knows what I am!"
"Stop it! Do you honestly believe that what you were forced to do has any bearing on what kind of person you are? Everyone loves you - I love you because of what you are, not what you were."
"I'm - Trunks," she sighed, hand raking through her hair and then back down her face, "You can't just expect me to drop every dark thought I have about myself because you know who I am now - who I am here and you think I'm worth something."
"Then tell me everything and I'll make you believe it."
"You're not going to let this go are you?"
"Never."
"Fine, but now isn't the time and you know it just as well as I do." He released her wrist and she took a step before pausing, "And Trunks," she grinned, "I love you too."
