#kill la kill x reader

[mubabee]

MASTERLIST

Honkai Star Rail

Yanquing

—Yanqing being overprotective

—Y/N bumps into Blade p.1

—Y/N bumps into Blade p.2

—Y/N bumps into Blade p.3

Luocha

—Y/N tries to hide her wound

—A bit of a suggestive moment with Luocha

(NSFW) On Luocha’s lap

Dan Heng/Dan Feng

—Dan Feng licking your hand(don’t ask)

—Fluff moment with Dan Heng

Jing Yuan

—Jing Yuan licking your hand(don’t ask)

—Fluff Moment with Jing Yuan

—Jing Yuan with shy!Y/N

Sunday

—Sunday chooses your dress(Chibi mini comic)

Blade

—Baking with child!reader

Natasha

—Genderbent Natasha

—Helping Natasha

Himeko

—Genderbent!Himeko being wary of Kafka

—Himeko hugging Y/N

—Kafka and Himeko protecting you

Kafka

—Genderbent!Himeko being wary of Kafka

—Random Kafka x reader

—Kafka and Himeko protecting you

—Random Kafka thought

—Blade baking with child!reader

—Kafka uses spirit whisper on reader

—Dad Kafka

Gepard

—Gepard hugging Y/N

Caelus

—Sibling Caelus

Acheron

—Genderbent Acheron

Robin

—Genderbent!Robin

Wuthering Waves

Jiyan

—(NSFW)Jiyan between your legs

Jinhsi

—Genderbent!Jinhsi sketch

Zenless Zone Zero

Hoshimi

—Genderbent!Hoshimi

Anby

—Genderbent!Anby

Lycaon

—Lycaon protecting MC

Wise

—Wise

Path to Nowhere

Zoya

—Genderbent Zoya

Nightingale

—When you get hurt

Hecate

—When you get hurt

Chelsea

—Genderbent!Chelsea

Dudu

—When you get hurt

Che

—When you get hurt

Levy

—When you get hurt

Demon Slayer

Mitsuri

—Genderbent!Shinobu and Mitsuri

—Rengoku, genderbent!Mitsuri, and Inosuke

—Jealous!possessive!Mitsuri

Shinobu

—Genderbent!Shinobu and Mitsuri

Rengoku

—Rengoku, genderbent!Mitsuri, and Inosuke

Inosuke

—Rengoku, genderbent!Mitsuri, and Inosuke

Nezuko

—Genderbent!Nezuko

Kanao

—Genderbent!Kanao

—

—KNY x Reader chapter 1(no context until next chapter)

Jujustu Kaisen

Gojo

—The main trio and Gojo

—Gojo cheering up Y/N

—Bum pillows

Yuji Itadori

—Yuji x reader on Halloween

—Yuji x (Y/N)

Geto

—Geto licking your neck(what else do I write)

Spiderverse

Hobie

—Hobie and Pavitr with child!Y/N

Pavitr

—Hobie and Pavitr with child!Y/N

Yona of the Dawn

—Y/N asks Hak to teach her how to fight

Genshin Impact

Shenhe

—Genderbent!Shenhe

Alhaitham

—Sleeping with Alhaitham

Raiden Shogun

—Genderbent!Raiden Shogun

Cyno

Cyno x reader who laughs at his jokes

Baizhu

(NSFW)Baizhu eating you out

Lego Monkie Kid

MK

—MK and Y/N with short hair

—Red son, MK, and Mei with chibi!Y/N

Macaque

—Macaque being unimpressed

Red Son

—Red son, MK, and Mei with chibi!Y/N

Mei

—Red son, MK, and Mei with chibi!Y/N

Undertale/AUs

Aftertale sans

Geno

Overwatch

Tracer

Genderbent Tracer

Kill La Kill

Ryuko Matoi

—Genderbent Ryuko Matoi

Satsuki Kiryuuin

—Genderbent!Satsuki Kiryuuin

#Me

—#Me characters thinking about Y/N

Danganronpa

Mikan

—Genderbent Mikan

Cookie Run Kingdom

Vanilla Cookie —Vanilla Cookie

Hazbin Hotel

—Hazbin Hotel with child!reader p.1

Charlie

—Genderbent!Charlie(child!reader)

Vaggie

—Genderbent!Vaggie(child!reader)

Welcome Home

Wally Darling

—Wally

My Little Pony

Pinkie Pie —Genderbent!human!Pinkie Pie

Sunset Shimmer

—Genderbent!human!Sunset Shimmer

My OCs (All OCs here are yandere)

Mikio

—Mikio

—More info on Mikio

Kuroko

—Kuroko

—Valentines Day with Kuroko

Arata

—Arata

—Meeting Arata for the first time

Hiroto

—Hiroto

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 14: Size

warnings: smut, size kink, suggestive themes, idiots in love, misuse of power, power dynamics, vaginal fingering, spanking word count: 0.9k pairings: Ira Gamagori x Fem!Reader teaser: “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this to you,” he grunts against your lips. “Having your small body pressed up against my big one. I see the way you look at me,”

dividers: @adornedwithlight

taglist: @cherryblossombankai

Everyone knows just how big Ira Gamagori is, but nobody knows his exact height. It’s just obvious to you and everyone else that he’s huge. Something about the thought of him pinning you to the wall and having his way with you turns you on. You think about him in such lewd ways, yet you know he’d never do anything like this with you.

The disciplinary committee chair has no time for anyone who’s wanting to be lewd with him. That’s what you always try to tell yourself. Little do you know, Ira Gamagori has had his eyes on you for quite some time.

It takes Mako Mankanshoku to push you in the right direction. The hyper and goofy girl sees the way you and Ira give each other lovey-dovey looks but never act on it. You keep your feelings for him tucked away, locked up and you know you won’t be able to confess to him directly.

“Hey Gamagori!” Ryuko Matoi calls out to the big man. You’re watching from afar.

Ira turns to look at her, “What is it, Matoi?”

Mako laughs softly. “Isn’t it time that you and her fall in love?!” Mako points at you.

Both you and Ira are at loss for words. Neither of you can even look at each other. Both Ryuko and Mako are poking fun at you. They try to push Ira towards you, but he’s much too big. This makes Mako push you towards Ira, and you try to get her to stop.

“No, no…Mako! Come on!”

But then you’re stopped right in front of Ira. He’s so big.. He’s incredibly handsome. Your eyes are alight with something else than just lust. Maybe all these thoughts have turned into something a little more loving. He looks at you similarly. 

It’s all for nothing because he claims he has better things to do. He walks away, leaving you even more puzzled than before. You want to chase after him, but you think maybe the two young women have wounded his pride just a little bit.

After school, you’re trying to leave. But then with the hallways so empty, this gives Ira the perfect opportunity to find you. He spots you and he’s suddenly grabbing you by the wrist. The look on his face tells you to be quiet.

Then he has you pinned up against the wall. It’s just like every single fantasy you’ve had about him. The way he’s just so much bigger than you, it has your mind turning to mush. He smirks when he sees just how lovestruck you seem right now. His lips smash down on yours in a bruising kiss.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this to you,” he grunts against your lips. “Having your small body pressed up against my big one. I see the way you look at me,”

You blush and try to hide your face, but Ira won’t let you. “Y-you know about that? You see me looking at you?”

He laughs, “Yeah I do. I’m the chairman of the disciplinary committee. I’ve got eyes and ears all over the school, little one.”

The mewl you let out when he hikes up your skirt and plays with your pussy through your panties has Ira growing hard very quickly. He knows he shouldn’t be doing this sort of thing on school grounds, but he’s part of the Elite Four. He’s the goddamn disciplinary committee chair. Who the hell was going to tell him he couldn’t have you right here and right now?

“So wet already? Is this the way you’re supposed to behave in school?”

His breath is hot on your face as he leans in to kiss you. His fingers continue their assault on your pussy. Without realizing it, you begin to buck against his touch. He uses his strength once again to pin you against the wall.

“Behave yourself! Or else, this punishment will be worse than you could ever imagine.” Ira says in an authoritative tone.

All you can do is nod, which makes him grip your hair hard. You let out a whine, shuddering at the way he’s just using you as his own little doll. He then looks in your eyes.

“When I say something, I expect you to answer me!” His voice is even more gruff.

“Yes Ira!”

This excites him even more. You really are just a play thing for him. And you seem to be glad to allow him to have his fun. He then drags you towards an empty classroom and slams the door shut. Before you can even react, he grabs you and lays you down on his lap. He pulls your panties down, letting them sit around your ankles.

“Count them, little one. Or else,” he growls. You feel his large hand on your ass.

You whimper at the first spank, which makes him remind you that you need to count every single spank. Your voice is shaky but you do your best. After ten spanks, Ira lets his fingers slide down to your soaked pussy.

“I knew this would turn you on. Or perhaps it was just how much bigger I am than you.”

You try to look back at him, but he’s good at pushing you down to lay on his lap. He keeps you down, staring at the floor. His fingers keep prodding at your hole and gliding all over your wet folds. You’re beginning to squirm.

“Admit to me that you love this,” he finally says. “And maybe I’ll fuck you.”

reblogs and comments always appreciated!

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[kawaiigirly21]

Idk why but I can't be the only one who wanted this man growing up. And still do like, I want him so carnally it's not even a joke

[ghoulishfrk]

PAIRING — WARNINGS — WORD COUNT!

〘 Ryuko Matoi x Reader | Some Spoilers | ~.2 K words 〙

MASTERLIST !! PINNED POST 🎧💿

ੈ ✮ ˳ Lulus Notes :: Repost from my other account

✩°｡ Tagging :: @jerryswiths

╰ As we all know, Ryuko is an absolute spitfire who can be rather violent yet has her moments of weakness. I think she'd have a calmer partner who could listen and think quickly to even her out.

╰ She's often too busy or focused to plan dates, so if she ever takes you to one it's usually spontaneous.

╰ She really appreciates whenever you plan dates for you two

╰ The Mankanshokus have def bombed one of y'all's dates.

╰ So has Satsuki's lackeys lmao

╰ She's not really that big on PDA and prefers it to be private, she's also not really good with words, so she shows her affection through closed doors.

╰ She's very protective and made you a promise to protect you with her life.

╰ You've most likely heard her talk to Senketsu and you know all the details about him being sentient. He's grateful for you as you take care of Ryuko in ways he can't.

╰ Once it's revealed that she's made of life fibers, she has a lot of negative thoughts, including wondering if you still loved her.

╰ After the fight and graduation y'all go to the same school and live together close to the Mankanshokus and hang out with the others a lot <3

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[adolph649]

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Kid cosmic

Kimetsu no Yaiba

Kill la Kill

Kipo

Rules & other letters:

[mubabee]

Genderbent!Satsuki Kiryuuin. I was gonna draw more x reader with him but I couldn’t think of any cute ideas or positions.

tbh I just drew y/n so I could put x reader in the tags

I wasn’t sure which one would look better so I drew him with both long hair and short hair. I think the short hair fits him more.

Do y’all think he should be with or without the straps? cuz idk myself lol

and here’s some y/n sht cuz I’m a x reader account.

[actuallysaiyan]

I have to fucking get this outta my fucking system...

Ira Gamagoori isn't one to break the rules. It would go against everything he believes in. So why is he on his knees in an abandoned classroom with his face pressed so close to your pussy? Why is he taking greedy inhales of your scent when he knows having sex on school grounds would be cause for expulsion?

"We can't...take too long." He murmurs as he begins licking you through your panties.

He palms at his hardened cock as he sucks and licks your pussy through your panties. He doesn't have time to pull them aside. All he can think about is bringing you to orgasm right here and now. It's what will make him get through the rest of the day. He'll gladly carry the scent and taste of you.

Your fingers tangle in his blond hair, tugging him closer as you practically ride his face. Your eyes are rolling back as you feel the coil in your stomach tightening. You won't last much longer. When you look down at him and see the dark lust in his eyes, it's what nearly topples you over the edge. Then he pulls your panties aside and suckles on your clit, making you bite down on your lip.

"Ira...cumming."

He hums softly as he continues to latch onto your swollen little bud. You ride every single wave of pleasure, your juices leaking all over him. When he pulls away, he's quick to help you straighten up. With a now refined look in his eyes, he escorts you out of the classroom.

"Don't say a word to anyone...and I'll meet you tonight at your place to finish this."

[theknightmarket]

Knight, knight, knight, the song 'a lovely night' from lalaland would fit for da and dark. Imagine how they deny that they "dont" love each other anymore (they both still do but wont admit/acknowledge it)

"What a waste of a lovely night." In which Dark and the DA have a moment of peace.

He supposed this place was beautiful. Objectively.

It was picture-perfect, as the saying went, as though plucked from the hallways of the Louvre. Swaying willow branches trailed into the river – lily-pads floating just on the surface – a silver shine that stretched to the sea. The garden was overgrown, just the same as the rest of the manor. Nobody took an interest in caring for the scenery, much less the general sense of nature. One would be hard pressed to find a green thumb in the house of maniacs and manipulators, though it had never been easy.

But it was a distant sort of beautiful. It surrounded him, but it was always just out of reach, and he was sure that, if he were to reach out, it would back away. A painting in more than just aesthetic. His hand would find the rough cotton, the bumps and the ridges, instead of water. Even the wooden railing was untrustworthy beneath his skin.

It was rare to find Dark there, standing on the bridge. Bridges were, after all, a means of getting from one side of a river to the other, they weren’t designed for internal debates. Brooding, as some had called it before. According to some, the sight was too good for that. Some went so far as to say he was spoiling it.

He couldn’t disagree, and he wondered what you, the poor soul who was stumbling upon this view, would think.

Dark stayed with his focus cast over the river, though he had to fight for it. Every rustle of grass and tap of stone teased his attention as you made your way closer. It was all overgrown, so no matter how silent you were in the house, you were going to be caught outside. Not that it had been a problem recently because you weren’t home.

Dark pulled at the edge of his suit’s jacket.

You weren’t in the manor. You had been off galivanting through the streets of the modern world for a month or two. A lot had changed in the decades of your imprisonment, and it was shifting even more every second. You didn’t like being left behind, and as soon as your feet touched solid ground, you had been out of the house like a bullet shot from a gun. You had barely stayed still long enough for the unsubstantial conversation he had forced you into.

It had been awkward and stilted and wrong, and there had been no time afterwards to make up for it.

Until tonight, it seemed. You settled, leaning on the railing, next to him. Not a painting, but a ghost. A living memory of the dead. Dark wasn’t in a position to pass judgement about that, considering only you had the decency to be the same person. He merely assumed his shape. There was very little left of the man. Very little, but that wasn’t nothing.

That was why it was so hard to stand next to you, acting as if this had been an accident, as if you knew nothing about one another, as if you were both alone save for the glistening stars reflected by the river. Had he needed to breath, Dark would have surely been struggling for air. Drowning, if he wanted to keep with the metaphor, which he did because thinking up new analogies for the situation distracted him from the ache nestled within his heart.

It was romantic – from an outside perspective. The scene tailor made for two, but those present were not the two it was made for. It was a hundred years too late for the emotion it stirred. The winking of distant lights and the gentle hum of meandering water were a shame to waste. All the obstacles between the two of you were not to be solved by a single moment on a bridge.

In the spirit of courtesy, Dark offered a blunt, “Hello.”

He didn’t expect anything to come from it. There was a chance you wouldn’t answer, and a greater chance that you would leave.

However, just like always, you surprised him.

“Aren’t the lotus flowers kind of cliché?” you asked.

No accusations or demands. He tore his eyes away from the empty space right in front of him and levelled you with a confused look. His furrowed brow matched your crow’s feet. 

And then the strangest thing happened. A small smile fissured across his face when you threw out another tease, something about his own ambiance matching that of the weeping willow. You continued with jokes that he wasn’t listening to, not out of malice but surprise. He registered nothing but your voice. Bright yet calm, like moonlight, quiet laughter following the comment. It was the first time he, as his current self, had heard it.

The discomfort was slowly being bled out of the air with each second. Dark could feel it leaving, and so could you. In all your travels, from Boise to Bangkok, there were few places to stop and just be. It was in the name; travelling meant movement meant inconsistency meant the thrum of adrenaline in once-cobwebbed veins. Peaceful moments were impossible to find, and that was what you had wanted. You’d gone in search of adventure and life, you found it, and now you were back home.

You had never anticipated finding Dark on the bridge, in the same spot as Damien had once stood. From the back against the swirling sky, they almost looked the same, which was not a shock. It had taken some effort to reconcile the knowledge that he was never coming back with the sight of Dark. 

He could have stood to wear something different, you thought, but he was different enough as a person that it didn’t matter. Besides the waves of light flexing away from gray skin, he had this air of elegance that opposed Damien’s domesticity. The explicit stubbornness and single-minded tendencies were not faults as much as they were features of his personality. How he used them was the important part.

The thing to strike you with their difference was his reaction to your final remark. You hadn’t put much thought into it, too concerned with keeping up the pace, but you should have. Any reservations came late, however, as the words tumbled from your lips.

“I’m surprised it’s all standing. I thought his family would have destroyed it after they first caught us out here.”

And then you slammed your mouth shut, as if you could reverse time if you did it hard enough. With your jaw soldered together, you were forced to listen to Dark’s silence. Whose family you were talking about wasn’t a mystery, and you wondered hopelessly if it were a sensitive subject for him.

“You don’t have to worry about that now—” He turned ever so slightly, the glint of a smile creeping along his face, “—you’re not the type for me.”

It was Dark’s turn to freeze up, horror at his carelessness bashing his heart against his ribcage. Drowning didn’t seem so bad in the face of your heightened eyebrows. A quick jump over the railing, splashes knocking the lily-pads, and he’d be down in the water. It was probably too shallow, he would have to kneel—

You laughed. His attention snapped to you and your grin.

“Really?” you huffed, too lighthearted for what he said to you, and yet it was enough to entice him into more jokes. Him. Dark. Joking.

He sighed, wistful and dramatic. “What a waste of a lovely night.”

“You say there’s nothing between us, well, let’s make something clear.” You flipped around so your back pressed into the wood. Your hands were spread wide so that one crept close enough for him to touch if only he tried.

But you pushed away before he could do anything – not that he had been thinking about it in the first place.

“I think I’ll be the one to make that call,” you said over your shoulder. Despite the odd angle, your smile was still clearly visible, and he waved away the implications to focus on that brightness.

“I know you look so adorable in your polyester suit—”

“It’s wool.”

“You’re right, I’d never fall for you at all.”

At the other side of the bridge – having danced along its width to the tune of water and wind – you searched the manor’s windows. Most of them were pitch black, a few speckled with the light of candles and lamps, but altogether a rare period of calm.

You muttered, “And maybe this appeals to someone not legally dead.” The words were soft enough that Dark doubted they were for him, but you wiped away the idea when you glanced back at him again. “Or to anyone who feels there’s some possibility of romance.”

You had a habit of that; whatever powers of manipulation your life had granted you followed you through to the present, where you were able to whisk away his theories with a simple word or a look or a second in your presence.

Dark watched you take a step forward, both completely helpless at your voice and unwillingly to resist it. 

“But I’m frankly feeling nothing,” you said, halfway towards him.

“Is that so?”

“Or it could be less than nothing.” Just a few feet away.

“Good to know.”

Face to face, there was an understanding between you. Dark saw the bend of your lip where you bit in an attempt to not smile. You saw the set of his jaw as he tried to maintain his tall, dark and handsome façade. Both of you saw each other failing because the understanding was not the truth of your words but the irony in them.

Nevertheless, Dark asked, “So you agree?”

“That’s right.”

You slid back into your original shape at a point less than a foot away from him, and he was struck by the urge to grasp your hand. The missed opportunity – opportunity? – from earlier reared its head again, but that was a step too far to be passed off as adherence to the bit. Maybe another time, another joke, another shared moment beneath the stars that you and Dark were inspecting absentmindedly. For now, you had this, and you were both content. 

“What a waste of a lovely night.”

[Hehehe, this is so cute! I will apologise for being so late, as per usual (honestly, I read this ask, immediately put on the song, and spent so long imagining the scenario that I forgot what prompted it), but thank you so much for the idea! I wanted to write a little thing for it instead of just talking about the ideas, so I hope you liked it :D. also is this the part where I admit I've never watched La-La Land]

[actuallysaiyan]

gamagori fighting for his life trying not to bust when you sit on his lap and just wait for him to lose his patience. like you ignore him but still feel him slowly but surely getting hard beneath you. aaaaahhhh

ANON BLESS YOU BLESS YOU

This man...oh this man has such intense self-control. He does for the most part. He tries desperately to keep everyone in line. Does he lose it at times and blow up in anger? Yes, yes he does. But he likes to think he has self-control for everything else.

Except you...god dammit, you really test his patience. You make him feel like he's going to lose control.

When you sit on his lap, he has to grit his teeth and look away. His breathing gets heavy and laboured. It's like you're just testing him. Then you slowly move to get more comfortable, and he's getting hard. Slowly, he gets harder and harder. Then he grabs you by the waist and pulls you closer.

His breath is warm on your neck as he whispers in your ear, "Move one more time and I'll pin you to this damn desk and show you exactly why I'm the disciplinary committee chair."

[masterchef901]

I've had a long and stressful day at work so if any pattern-seeking bloggers out there are somehow interested in a diagram detailing the common qualities among the fixations of this pattern-seeking blogger I have spent the last hour compiling them into a helpful-if-horrifying mangled venn diagram:

If anyone is able to identify an instance of Soft Deranged Failurehood that importantly lacks any Bosshood, please know that Science eagerly awaits your contribution.

CONCLUSIONS:

People who say 4-way Venn diagrams don't work are cowards.

Cats are complete beings. Humanity introduces only impurities.