#knk fics

[crybaby-bkg]

tw: mention of incest role play, mention of fear kink, mention of cum inflation????, scummy gojo, also I have no idea how to word this????

gojo who gets paired up with you for a college project, and you’re fucking reeling for a few reasons. one being; he’s extremely attractive and damn near everyone on campus knows who he is. and also, you’re intimidated by his beauty and popularity, especially since you’re only known for giving out the answers when people ask nice enough in classes.

but he’s so…friendly, when you guys meet up to start on the project. he’s all smiles and helpful answers, bites at the people who come up to him and pretend you’re not even there. he listens to you with this dumb (cute) little look on his face, with his lips slightly parted and his brows raised and his white lashes peeking over the roundness of his glasses whenever he nods.

he’s kinder than you expected him to be. funnier, too, with his shitty jokes that you find yourself snorting at in the quiet library. and when you guys are finished with the project, he still keeps in touch. moves his seat to be next to you in class, texts you and asks you out to coffee, even invites you on a date after a few weeks.

and everything is perfect—until it’s not. until he beds you one day and it’s not as special or magical as you were anticipating it to be. he’s kinda…strange, in a sense, when he fucks you. oddly quiet, like he’s holding back, his hands just a little too tight, his eyes too focused on random parts of your body.

but you sleep with him again and again, until he starts becoming real comfortable with you. almost too comfortable, let’s how weird and strange and almost scummy he really is start to shine through, let the mask he’d be unknowingly wearing this entire time slip away.

“What if we were siblings?” Gojo asks you one night when he’s fucking your brains out. he’s gotten better over these few months, gotten looser and more comfortable. too fucking comfortable.

“Satoru, what in the ever loving fuck are you on about?” you ask him in a gasp as you reach a hand back to keep your head from hitting the headboard. but he’s undeterred, his eyes wild and unseeing as he grips your hips tighter, thrusts becoming sloppier.

“No, I mean in a role play way.” He explains, as if that makes it sound any better. “You know? You’re my sweet lil sister taking big bro’s cock so I won’t tell mom and dad about you sneaking out.”

“You’re a sick fuck.” you tell him plainly, frustrated that your tone doesn’t carry the same bite because his nimble fingers started playing with you at the same time. “Fuckin’ weirdo.”

“Incest role play doesn’t turn you on?” he asks, cocking his head to the side like a confused puppy that you wanna kick in the chin. “Maybe, hmm,”

he pretends to be lost in thought, thrusts slowing down and you let out an irritated huff as you slump back onto the bed. but your back arches up when his hips pick up pace again, suddenly slamming into you as he looms over you. one hand cupping your cheek, the other returning in between your thighs as he grins madly.

“Maybe you’d like some fear play, yeah? How’s that sound?” Gojo bends over you until his nose skims yours, his pupils entirely too tiny, makes your breath hitch in your throat. “Me, chasing you around the campus with a big knife, scared that I’ll catch you. You know I would, right?”

he forces you to nod with his big hand cupping your cheeks, pouting your lips at him as you whimper. he kisses you, breathless, chuckling a little under his breath as he mutters something incomprehensible, his cock carving its way deep inside you.

“Maybe even cum inflation? That one’s not the realest thing out here, but I could figure out a way to make that work. You’d like that, right?” he sounds like he’s off the deep end, like every single twisted thought that’s been running through his mind these past few weeks have finally come to the forefront. started spilling out between you two like a cracked dam, like he’s been bottling this up ever since you met him.

you cum only a few seconds after his last inquiry, scared of the way his smile widens, as if your body told him an answer he’s already known.

[mimikusu]

So, this is part of a trade I made with @perfectpaperbluebirds as a commission.

Meet Katy and Aaron from Birdie's Cowboy Verse! Because I love them and because it's the perfect excuse for me to draw some Cowboy snz!

Thank you SO much Birdie for commissioning me and for doing this! I'm super happy about this! 💕🫂

[sugojosgf]

just read a fic here that felt VERY oedipal complex to me im trying not to speak

[harapeveco]

I wonder if writing 52 fics about one specific piece of media and nothing else counts as a sign of insanity

[on-brand-bitch]

reviving this blog because I want friends

random about me that I'm willing to share here:

✦call me vivs (she/they)

✦likes: sneezes, colds, contagion, allergies, inducing, caretaking, fevers, whump, illness, mess, sniffles, stuffy nose voice (+ accents? yum), any genders of this stuff, my own sneezes

✦dislikes: anything like that irl- I only like this stuff in fiction or in audios 🥲 (I'm a germaphobe), 'dad sneezes'

✦fun facts? alcohol makes me sneeze lol ((edit: also apparently lavender 🪻))

✦my new header image for my blog is indeed the famous chainsaw man manga panel of denji because it's a mood

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boundaries:

🚫 minors DNI

🚫 I will not post photos of myself

✅ all genders ok to interact and chat!

✅ ok to tell me how my posts make you feel 😈

✅ ok to DM but please ask first before starting RP or sending pics/videos/audios of yourself

✅ ok to ask personal questions but I may or may not answer

💗 I'm one of those people that cares about my online mutual's personal life/problems/successes so I may send an ask or DM occasionally checking in

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#vivsposts = my posts/if I comment on another post

#bless me = my audios

#vivs obs = self observations/my sneezing (text posts)

#vivsanswers = replies to asks

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[ur-local-kiwi]

WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH I KEEP FORGETTING TO WRITE FOR TOBIREI WEEK AAAAH AAAAH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

[mishosoupy]

crazy how I just stopped posting for a few months lol I'm sorry

[foreverinthesun]

I think this mean a lot of B/T fics were posted today😂 I've never had a page have this few fics outside of searching for tags to see if I filtered them properly in my skin😂

Also didn't realise if you zoom out it looks like a web browser until just now

[vasyandii]

KruegerNak first kiss scene that I wrote for @vasyandii !! Thank you for giving me the prompt n letting me write for you!!

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The ride back to base was as eventful as usual. Krueger and Nak sat shoulder-to-shoulder. If you asked either of them if it was by choice, they'd say it was from the force of being thrown around in the back of the stupid humvee.

If you asked Kruger if he needed to have his arm around the back of Nak's seat, he'd say it's to steady himself. If you asked Nak if her grip on Krueger's thigh holster was necessary, she'd say the same thing.

Every bump jostled both of them, cramed uncomfortably close in the back seat. Krueger had his helmet piled in his lap, the netting having become uncomfortably stiffling.

"I can't wait to get back," Nak groaned, steadying herself after a particularly sharp bump.

Krueger made a noise in agreement, getting thrown along with her, "We've got work, though."

"Busy work, that's all," Nak replied, shooting him a vaguely judgemental look, "Afraid of doing a little housekeeping?"

Krueger scoffed this time, rolling his eyes. He swatted at Nak's hand, gripping his thigh holster, and she pinched him in return.

"That's not an answer," Nak pushed, shouldering Krueger with a little more force than necessary when the next bump hit.

"I'd do anything if it gave me a break from you," Krueger sneered. His tone was entirely unserious.

"Whatever. I hope you get stuck, like, on latrine duty or something," Nak replied, scrunching her nose at him.

"Yeah? I hope you do too, that way we both smell like shit," Krueger laughed.

That earned Krueger a particularly harsh slap to his arm.

Soon enough, the humvee was pulling up to base. After sufficiently complaining about the ride, they both gathered their stuff. Nak kicked the door on her side of the humvee open with her foot.

"Good luck with whatever shit you get stuck doing," She hummed, turning to look over her shoulder at Krueger.

Not entirely paying attention, Krueger gave a half-hearted hum of confirmation, still taking stock of his gear.

Amused, Nak pressed a fleeting kiss to his scruffy cheek with an over exaggerated 'smooch'.

"Wait-" Krueger gaped, pulling Nak by her arm to press a proper kiss to her lips.

It was meant to be as fleeting as Nak's, but neither of them moved to pull away. Krueger was the one to sit back, grip on Nak's arm loosening. Nak blinked at him, wide-eyed and slightly flushed.

"You missed the first time," Krueger chuckled. "Now could you get out of the fucking humvee? We have shit to do."

[borathae]

hello author do you have any breeding/lactation knk fics??? and tit kinks??? your writing is so good!!!!!!!!!

Aah thank youu hehe I'm happy to hear that 💜 to answer your question, you exactly managed to get two kinks on my hard limits list BAHAHAHAH 😭 I don’t write about lactation kink as well as breeding kink as both correlate with pregnancy and that is just NO to me. ❌ MASSIVE HUGE NO ❌

I do have a few reverse breeding kink stories though 'cause I like pretending that I can nut in a man <3

wanna see myself inside you [pegging with dirty talk about breeding, JK]

Creampies & Fishnets [breeding Kook with a squirting strap]

Flying High [fucking to get pregnant, the only one on my blog, TH]

Drive You Fucking Crazy [magical cock breeding, TH]

As for tit fics, most are more focused on nipples, but I have a few

Big Tits & Chains [nipple orgasms for sub!Kook]

Anxious [NON SEXUAL nipple sucking]

Surprise in Paradise [love making with nipple sucking, JK]

Cocoa [foodplay with Kook and his sensitive nips]

Let's Make a Bet [3some with TH + JK, sexual torture for masochist!Kook]

Babyboy [babyboy Yoongi sucks your nipples]

[alien-magnolia]

After Hours

Fic description: mean!joel miller comes home after a long day of work at the construction site, and isn't too pleased with his wife's dinner and appearance. Fun ensues!!

Tw: mean!dom!coded joel miller, sub-coded hyperfeminine reader, housewife and service knk dynamics, scent/dirt, bratting, free use, breeding. 18+ MDNI

Request: yes | no

Author’s note: thanks to the anon that requested this! I had a lot of fun with this story <3 if you like this post, pls help a writer out and reblog!! :)

A quaint, White paneled cottage style home, snugly parked at the very end of a cul-de-sac in the suburb of Dallas, Texas. Warm smoke is seen emerging from the chimney, distinguishing the cottage from the others lined up around it. The smoke was hot enough to be visible in a dreary mid-afternoon sky, in the middle of December.

A young woman inside the kitchen. Her dainty fingers, adorned with a large diamond ring, cut up apples and blueberries on a cutting board, placing them in the boiling pot next to her. She tries her best to look presentable, smoothing out her white apron, fixing her ponytail in the mirror.

She’s been at the stove all day, cooking dinner for her husband’s arrival. He provided for both of them, and his job at a construction site was very tough, hard to manage. She understood, and so her cooking dinner at home managed to help. However, she also did a lot around the house today. Cleaning, dusting. All that, plus the additional prep time for dinner, didn’t leave her much time to put herself together.

She was just about finished with her fruit punch and toasted chicken avocado sandwiches, when she heard the keys turn the doorknob.

“Hey, doll,” you hear that gruff voice you love from the hallway, as his heavy boots are heard with him walking into the kitchen. His calloused hands feel nice on the small of your back, as they wrap around your waist, pulling you into him. His stubble grazes your smooth cheek as he gives you a slew of kisses. He stops as soon as he smells you.

“Sweets. You don’t look too good,” his tone suddenly changes, from loving, to abrasive. “Joel — I didn’t have time to shower, okay? I know you wanted me all cute and clean for you, but…,” you trail off. “Ya didn’t. Don’t smell good. You know, I don’t like it when you smell nasty like that, hun,” he retorts.

“Sorry, Joel. I’ll know better next time,” you meekly say, with your head down. “What was that?,” he asks, tone dangerously low.

You knew what this was about. You didn’t use his honorific. His name. His title. The name that showed you that you, belonged to him.

“Sorry, daddy,” you pout, turning around to face him. “That’s more like it, girl. Since you’re already dirty, how’s about I add onto that, yeah?,” he snarls. With that, you realized that he hadn't even washed his hands when he came home from work, as sawdust and soil began to stain your pristine white apron, and your pink mini dress underneath.

His smell was a bit musky, mixed with sweat, and some other odor — that you couldn’t figure out why, yet it smelled very good to you. In fact, Joel’s smell relaxed you, calmed you down. It felt right. Your hands train up his gray t-shirt with flannel over it, and you look up at him, as if to ask for permission to take that off. He nods.

You gingerly slide off his flannel, seeing the marks of his day-job on it. He stops you when you attempt to see what’s underneath that gray shirt. “Daddy makes the moves here, sweets. Hope you’re not forgettin.’ Or are you, because you’ve just gotten a bit more dumb in the head, huh?,” he taunts.

“No, daddy. Haven’t. Promise,” you attempt to retaliate back. Usually, you would be a brat. Try and test him, just a little. Not tonight. You wanted to completely submit. You wanted to be his good girl. You were itching for that praise.

“Enough starin.’ Turn ‘round f’me, darlin.’” You stay still, wondering what would happen if you didn’t listen. His strong hands forcefully grab your waist, man-handling you, so that you were now facing him.

“Since you stink, I was thinkin’ I could use that pretty body of yours, huh, sweets? What do ya say?,” his brown eyes peered into yours. Even when he was mean, he still did ask for consent.

“Yes, daddy. Want it,” you reply, being met with his bearded face roughly digging into your shoulder, as he attacked your neck and collarbone with kisses. That led to more.

It led to you getting eventually bent over the kitchen sink, lace thong pulled down, feet kicked apart by his metal toed boots. Soil on the kitchen floor, soil on your dress, your panties. That sweaty cock of his, finally free, right where it belonged: in your puffy and swollen pussy <3 hammering into you. Joel was using his full strength, as the kitchen sink began to shake from the pace he set. You wanted it though.

You were his. His dirty girl, who didn’t make him dinner the right way, who forgot to clean up for him. That’s what you got for it — punished. You did love it though: you’d take his punishment any day.

“You’re mine to use, sugar. Just remember that,” his southern accent would drawl out, as he got you finally cleaned up, after soiling you even more. You’d sit down with him at the wooden table, dinner set, candles lit. You would happily eat your food, sitting on his lap — with his cum leaking down your legs <3

[versegm]

My theory. On why the fgo fandom sucks at commenting on fics. While the fsn one is balling. Is that fgo is an ongoing story. Like if you're caught up on fgo and want More Fgo you can just. Wait for the next event. There might even be more of your blorbos even. Meanwhile for fsn or tsukihime or knk. If you want More Tsukihime. Well you gotta Make The Tuskihime. Sure there's a remake but tis not the same. As a constant feed of new shit just for you. So that's gonna encourage a culture of making shit and encouraging others to make shit. Which fgo does not have.

[nasuversekinkmeme]

Weekly Roundup: Prompts

KNK

Is Shiki Ryougi’s situation anything like DID?

How much does Mikiya really understand about Shiki’s split personalities? Did he really fully understand everything SHIKI/Shiki/Void told him about her split personalities or was he only pretending to understand?

TSUKIHIME

Do you think SHIKI Ryougi is a good person? Is SHIKI a worse person than Shiki?

FGO

smut, Take any pairing, have Merlin either remove someone's dick or give someone a dick (or maybe even to the both of them). Why? Perhaps he's trying to get them together, or maybe they asked him to, or even just because he thought it would be funny. Anyways, sex ensures. It would also be great if they start out feeling strange (or even disliking) their new genitals, but end up liking it.

smut, AU where Da Vinci can't just instantly reformat her body when she's being summoned, she has to transition the same slow method as a normal person. Her getting her pussy ate for the first time after recovering from her bottom surgery.

Billy the Kid forcefem into a butch woman

Gudako and Gudao being part of the same plural system

I want a reader insert fic where you get to be Oberon's coworker at Starbucks. It must NOT be a romance. I don't want a coffeeshop au I want to witness this man's shenanigans in customer service.

smut, Koyanskaya gets bullied by the Tamamos. Alternatively, Koyanskaya gets bullied by the Tamamos (gone sexual) (Koyan gets knotted in every hole and likes it).

[harapeveco]

My fave reinochi fandom moment ever is when very early into knk (im talking very late 2020- very early 2021) one of my besties made a reinochi comic where they kiss and got a comment asking something like “but isn’t Tobi a 20 something?” Dkjdkdkfkfkf we truly spiraled into chaos that day good times

[hockeynoses]

what spring does

Summary: Ste/ddie snz fic!  It’s been a long winter and spring is finally here. Eddie’s in the house working on music while Steve is out working in the yard. Steve purposefully forgets to take his allergy meds.

Rating: PG-13. I was gonna take this further but I’m too lazy. 600 words.

Notes: Written for an Anon ask: “more sneezing steve with a knk eddie fic? maybe this time they’re in the privacy of their own home and there’s no holding back?” Sorry I didn’t get to any actual fuckin’. This is already a shortened version of the fic because I was too unmotivated to clean the whole thing up. It’s almost more fluffy than horny, but maybe one day I’ll write a part 2. I meant to post this in the actual spring, but never got around to it!

The title is from Pa/blo Ner/uda. 🌺 "I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees." I think it’s a gorgeous line that also happens to be a bit fetish-y.

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“Lots of pollen out there?” Eddie asks casually, stepping into the kitchen and leaning against the counter. He keeps his arms crossed and tells himself not to get grabby.

Steve gives a pointed sniff, dragging a finger under his nose. “Lots,” he says, as Eddie’s eyes track the movement.

“Hmm, spring’ll do that. But the flowers are going to be so pretty,” he says playfully, dimples pressing into his cheeks. His eyes rake over Steve’s frame – the corded muscle of his arms, slick with sweat. The way his long fingers are still rubbing at his pink, freckled nose. “Hey,” Eddie taps Steve’s calf with his foot, “Flex for me, big boy. I wanna see those muscles you been workin’ on.”

Steve huffs a laugh and rolls his eyes, but there’s the slightest flush to his cheeks as he acquiesces, curling his arm up until his bicep bulges in a way he’ll admit he’s pretty proud of.

“Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.” Eddie smirks and waggles his eyebrows.

Steve’s answering laugh is cut short by a hitch in his breath - “Heh…ihh-” He squints up at the light beaming through the kitchen windows, overtaken by a “hih-AEESSHHoo!” that he buries into the elbow of the arm he’d just been flexing. He stills for a moment, blinking in the crook of his arm before pulling up with a little, “Whew!” as he shakes his head, dazed by the strength of the sneeze.

It sends an electric jolt of arousal straight to Eddie’s core, and he can’t control the giddy excitement that floods through him.

“Jesus, you’re gonna kill me.” Eddie stares at Steve, his eyes heavy-lidded as they greedily take in every detail. “Did you take your meds?”

“No…” Steve glances at him to watch his reaction.

Eddie’s eyebrows practically disappear into his bangs. “Oh really? Any particular reason?”

Steve’s eyelids flutter and he pitches forward again. “hih’IISHH’iue! Ugh.” He sniffs, lightheaded. “I ju-uuust - hih’KXXT! gshHT’CHHuh!”

“Is it my fucking birthday and I forgot?” says Eddie, his smile reaching his big eyes. Warmth blooms inside him, his head going all floaty in the best way.

Steve laughs, shaking his head and straightening up. “I just wanted to mbake the mbost of it.” He waves a hand at the window and the invisible pollen that Eddie was seriously going to have to dedicate a song to at this point. “I know you’ve been going crazy with all this gloomby weather and thought you deserved a pick-mbe-up.”

Eddie stares at him for a moment, taking in this marvel of a man. He can hardly believe his luck.

“Oh, I’ll pick you up, alright!” Eddie says with a manic grin before springing into action. With a burst of frenetic energy, he gets his arms under Steve’s ass and hefts him up a foot or two in the air. Laughing, Steve steadies himself by digging his hands into Eddie’s shoulders.  Eddie clambers as gracefully as he can to their room. He can feel Steve’s chest expand against him, drawing in a sudden, shaky breath. Steve’s fingers dig further into Eddie where he’s gripping him for purchase, powerless to cover a spraying “iihh-KSHH!  ah…hah’IITCHuh!” that mists the air behind them.

Eddie squeezes his ass in response, his own dick twitching in his sweatpants. When he reaches their bed, he deposits Steve onto it with a grunt before climbing on top of him.

As ever, Steve surprises him - the world spins in a blur of color and Eddie finds himself flat on his back, pressed into the cotton sheets, Steve straddling his hips. Breathless, he looks up at Steve with stars in his eyes. He’s never going to take this man for granted, ever.

[yinyuedijun]

Ao3 also heavily relies on tagging. Those multi-chap multi-fandom reader things have tons of tags. Unfortunately, if you're anything like me, once it comes time to tag... it's like someone asking your favorite song 😅. Like I was working through your ao3 a bit ago because I was worried old blog links wouldn't work well on mobile and ie I think you didn't have omega aventurine tag in night flower (sorry if I'm misremembering)? And technically that's a searchable tag that might have gotten you more hits because it's both searchable and relatively niche.

Just tagging is a huge help. There are tags for specific relationship dynamics, au's/Canon divergences that are popular, different nsft acts/positions/knks, tropes of course... however it can be hard to know which ones are searchable unless you're on ao3 enough. I wonder if anyone has ever made a guide? I also know for sure that tagging characters separately from the ship "/" tag helps.

And multi-chapter stuff does get more hits because you go to the top of the date sorted options more times. I have a lot of one-shots on my account (from cross-posting) and I'm pretty sure the reason any of them got over 1k is because I'm writing for rarer characters in a larger fandom or for a large fandom that still has surprisingly few fics (oh naruto). The only one I've got that has more is both complete and I restricted myself from posting all chapters at once even though I wanted to be done with it. And yeah, unfortunately, unless your fandom is so niche you end up on the last few pages of a search or the fic gets so popular you end up in the first few, fics tend to get buried after a few weeks.

Tl;dr more tags are better because it lets people find you from many different angles! But there is some fandom-characteristic stuff that tends to either help or hurt depending on where you are.

... and there's a lot of meh fics in the top spots of many fandoms 😅 just because of the numbers game (complete, multi-chap, popular fan ship etc). I read your piece! It's good and has that mao panache 🥰, I liked it even though world references go over my head since I've not seen the show. Don't let the numbers get you down 💜 you're a really great writer! It sucks when effort doesn't seem to reflect the reaction (also kudos are famously low, good-normal is about 10% of your hits and you *might* get 1-5% comments of kudos based on whether that fandom is chattier/ more social with each other) but I hope you know we still appreciate having fun with you 🤗

hi anon!!! omg thank you so much for that ao3 breakdown/guide haha it's quite useful! I have actually gotten this specific comment from ao3-only readers before - they always tell me to add more tags because it would have helped them find my fics sooner! I think I will take the advice to heart, but it may take a while because I'm quite resistant to over-tagging (I don't like spoilers in tags ALFJSKSSJK). once I get to the smut in this fic I will defs be tagging every single sex position though 🫡

it is funny how even on ao3 we run into the phenomenon where top interactions =/= top quality (speaking generally, ofc there's stellar fics out there with tons of interactions). I guess whether you are on social media or on an archive, it always becomes a metrics game in the end rip

and thanks for the encouragement on my current fic, I appreciate it a lot!!! 🥺 I also super appreciate you reading the fic despite not knowing the world, like that must be MEGA confusing for an asoiaf universe fic LMAO. "mao panache" made me giggle WAHAHHWFKJS I'm not sure what it is but I'm glad you enjoy it !!!