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𑣲Day 1

Caleb always had his Pips wrapped around his finger. It was only a matter of time before he had her wrapped around his dick.

Warnings: Explicit NSFW, MDNI (18+), Dubious Consent. Tropes: Size Difference, Overstimulation, Squirting, Mindless play, Praise kink, Dom!Caleb

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leidyhaze

Size kink

"You're small," Giyu murmured, his voice dropping an octave. He stepped closer, forcing you to tilt your head back until your neck ached. "I forget how easily I could break you if I wasn't careful."

"You aren't going to break me," you challenged, though your voice lacked conviction.

He let out a sharp, hot huff of air that was almost a laugh. His hand slid from your wrist to your throat, not squeezing, but merely resting there, his palm covering your entire neck. The heat of him was stifling. He leaned down, his nose brushing against yours, his breath smelling of cool mint and skin.

"Sometimes," he whispered, his lips a hair’s breadth from yours, "I want to see how much of me you can actually take. I want to see you try to hold it all."

Before you could respond, he scooped you up. He didn't use both arms, he simply hooked one massive forearm under your thighs and hauled you against his chest as if you weighed nothing more than a bundle of silk. Your feet dangled, useless, as he carried you toward the futon. The power in his stride was effortless. He dropped you onto the bedding, the impact soft but the sight of him standing over you, unfastening his belt, was anything but gentle.

He stripped with a focused intensity, his eyes never leaving yours. As his clothes fell away, the sheer reality of his physique was laid bare. He was built like a siege engine, heavy thighs, a narrow waist that flared into a ribcage like a suit of armor, and a cock that looked far too large for your body to ever accommodate. It hung heavy and dark against his thigh, already stirring, the head weeping a bead of clear pre-cum that glistened in the candlelight.

"Giyu," you breathed, your eyes wide as you took in the sight of him.

"Stay still," he said.

He knelt between your legs, his knees forcing your thighs wide. The sheer width of his shoulders blocked out the rest of the room. He looked like a god made of marble and moonlight. He reached down, grabbing your ankles and shoving them up toward your shoulders, folding you in half. The position made you feel exposed, tiny, and utterly at his mercy.

He didn't use any lubricant other than his own spit and your natural slickness, which was already beginning to coat your folds as you stared at him. He rubbed the broad, blunt head of his member against your opening, the friction sending a jolt of electricity through your spine. You were so small compared to him that the mere pressure of him resting there felt like he was already inside.

"You're so tight," Giyu groaned, his voice cracking. "Look at you. You’re shaking."

"Because you're... you're too big," you gasped, your fingers digging into the futon.

"I'll fit,"

He pushed. Slowly. The sensation was one of being split from the inside out. Your walls screamed as they were forced to stretch around his girth. He was so thick that your entrance felt like it was going to tear, the skin pulled taut and white. You let out a high-pitched whimper, your head tossing back as the fullness reached your center.

"Breathe," Giyu commanded, his own face contorted in a mask of strained pleasure.

He stopped when he was only halfway in, his breath coming in ragged hitches. He looked down at the junction of your bodies, mesmerized by the way your pale skin was stretched to its absolute limit, the dark hair of his groin brushing against your clitoris. He looked like he was trying to bury himself inside a vessel that wasn't meant for him.

"Too much," you sobbed, the pleasure and pain warring for dominance. "Giyu, please, it's too much."

"Not yet," he grunted.

He surged forward, burying the rest of his length in one brutal, deep thrust. Your breath left you in a sharp, strangled cry as his cock slammed against your cervix. The impact was jarring, a deep, blunt ache that resonated in your womb. He held himself there for a moment, letting you adjust, his chest heaving against your breasts. You felt every vein, every ridge of his shaft pulsing inside you, a stubborn, hot invasion of mass.

Then, he began to move.

"Look at me," he gasped, his hands coming up to pin your wrists above your head. His grip was like iron manacles. "Watch what I'm doing to you."

You looked down, blurred by tears of overstimulation. You could see the way your stomach rippled with the force of his thrusts, the way his massive cock disappeared entirely into you, only to pull out nearly to the tip, leaving your entrance gaping and red before he slammed back home. He was bottoming out with every stroke, his heavy balls slapping against your perineum.

"You're taking all of it," he whispered, his eyes blown wide with a dark, primal pride. "Every inch. Look how small you are under me. I could crush you."

The intensity of his words, combined with the sheer physical pressure of him, pushed you over the edge. Your internal muscles began to spasm, clamping down on him with desperate, rhythmic pulses. The friction of your orgasm caused him to lose his rhythm, his own control shattering. He let out a low, guttural roar, his body tensing into a cord of iron.

He thrust three more times, each one deeper and more violent than the last, before he buried himself to the hilt and stayed there. You felt the hot, thick jet of his cum hitting your cervix, a series of pulses that felt like they were filling you to the brim. He groaned into the crook of your neck, his weight collapsing onto you, pinning you into the soft cotton of the futon.

He pulled out with a wet, sucking sound. Air rushed into your sensitive, aching core, and a mixture of his seed and your own fluids leaked out onto the sheets. You felt hollow, stretched, and incredibly sensitive.

Giyu shifted, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at you. His expression was softer now, but his eyes were still dark. He reached down, his large hand sliding between your legs. Your thighs were trembling, coated in a sheen of sweat and sex.

"You're a mess," he murmured.

He slid two fingers into you. After the massive girth of his cock, his fingers felt small, yet they were thick and calloused, scraping against your sensitized walls. He began to move them in a slow, circular motion, hooking them toward your G-spot.

"Ah... Giyu, stop," you moaned, your hips arching involuntarily. "I'm too sensitive."

"I want to feel how much I opened you up," he said, his voice devoid of his usual stoicism.

He added a third finger, his knuckles brushing against your clitoris. He watched with clinical fascination as your entrance tried to close around him, the reddened tissue twitching.

"You're still so tight," he noted, his thumb pressing down on your clit, pinning it against your pubic bone. "Even after that. You were made for this."

"I was... I was made to be stretched by you?" you gasped, your head lolling to the side.

"Yes," he said simply.

He sped up his fingers, the friction building a new, sharper kind of tension. He wasn't being gentle, he was being insistent. He wanted another reaction from you. He wanted to see your body buckle under his touch again. He used his other hand to squeeze one of your breasts, his thumb and forefinger rolling your nipple into a hard, sensitive peak.

"Giyu... please... I can't..."

"You can," he countered.

He began to pump his fingers in and out, mimicking the motion of his cock. The squelching sound intensified as he mixed the fluids inside you into a frothy, white lather. You could feel the air being pushed out of your orifice with every stroke, a series of small, wet puffs. The sensation was overwhelming, the contrast between his rough, large hands and your tender, over-worked core driving you toward another peak.

Your breath came in short, sharp hitches. You grabbed his forearm, your small fingers unable to even meet on the other side of his thick muscle. He felt like a mountain, unmoving and eternal.

"That's it," he whispered, his lips brushing your ear. "Come for me again. Show me how much pleasure I can give you."

With a final, frantic series of thrusts from his fingers and a heavy grind of his thumb against your clitoris, you shattered. Your body convulsed, your back arching off the futon as you cried out his name. He watched the whole thing, his fingers staying deep inside you until the last of your tremors subsided.

When he finally withdrew his hand, it was dripping with your combined juices. He didn't wipe it away. Instead, he looked at his hand, then back at your flushed, exhausted face.

"Again," he said.

stustustutter

married poly bkdk x reader with kids but the kids accidentally get sent back in time to before their parents were together? yeah

you weren't expecting anything out of the ordinary when you got back to the dorm after your last workout, but the bakusquad all facing the far corner of the living room, faces ranging from concern to unrestrained glee, makes you rethink that immediately.

"i'm sorry," kiri was saying softly, crouched down on one knee. "we don't know who your moms are. neither bakugou nor midoriya are dating anyone-"

you're walking closer when you hear a small voice sounding incredibly exasperated say, "we /told/ you: we have two /dads/, not moms. we have the same mom-"

"wonder woman," a second small voice adds.

"right, dad calls her wonder woman and papa calls her sweetheart and we call her mom!"

as you get closer, sero sees you. as he waves you over, denki spots you too. he grabs your arm, wide grin on his face.

"dude," he starts, "look-"

but denki is interrupted by three things happening at once:

smolivin

⊹₊⟡⋆ consequences | dk x bk x reader ⋆⟡₊⊹

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ you and katsuki find out what happens when you push izuku too far⋆｡˚✴︎⋆ 1.2k wc

٠࣪⭑ cw: 18+, established poly relationship, dom!brat tamer!izuku, switch!brat!katsuki, sub!fem!brat!reader, brat taming, edging, orgasm denial, humiliation, ruined orgasm, orgasm control, vibrator use, dacryphilia, degradation (kinda idk just to be safe), light breath play, teasing, spitting, spit swallowing, immobility, discipline/punishments, this is straight up smut

٠࣪⭑ author's note: this started as an ask and then i accidentally went in a totally random direction with it so it gets to be its own post! not rlly proofread and lowkey not edited, please let me know if i forgot any tags!

“keep her legs open, kacchan.”

you’re having a difficult time remembering how exactly you got yourself into this position.... of course, part of it you know; rage baiting izuku is way too easy, and it's so fun to watch him simmering below the surface just knowing that you're gonna get it all back later. today though, you severely miscalculated his mood, and now you're paying for it.

angelicchris

𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 — 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

in which — the daughter of severus snape, the infamous hogwarts professor and head of slytherin house, has come to hogwarts. when unexpectedly sorted into gryffindor house, she finds herself forming an unlikely friendship with harry potter, ron weasley, and hermione granger—yet a watchful slytherin boy can’t help falling for her, much to the amusement of his friends..

contains — snape’s daughter!reader, gryffindor!reader, a whipped draco malfoy and five teasing friends (mattheo riddle, theodore nott, blaise zabini, enzo berkshire, and pansy parkinson), golden trio, a brief quidditch game, appearances from neville longbottom, the weasley twins, hagrid, and more

word count — 4.7k

Everyone knew who you were before you had even arrived at Hogwarts. Daughter of Severus Snape, Head of Slytherin House and Potions Master of the School, teachers and students alike were anxiously anticipating your arrival.

Rumours flew about regarding your character almost immediately leading up to your first year. “I heard that she once hexed a Muggle boy a few years ago because he accidentally broke her toy broomstick. It was a huge ordeal — the Ministry even had to get involved,” said a boy in your year on the first train-ride to the castle, shooting weary looks towards you from his crowded compartment of eager listeners.

It was nothing less of a shock, however, when you finally arrived. Completely the opposite of your father, every student you introduced yourself to was shocked to learn that you shared the same surname as the Professor whose horror-stories of experiences with other students had spread like wildfire through generations of parents and siblings before you.

So, when the Sorting Hat took a solid few minutes debating on which House to sort you into, the Great Hall was engulfed in astonished silence when the bared mouth of the wrecked fabric shrieked out, “GRYFFINDOR!”

angelicchris

𝓣𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃, 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 — 𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜

in which — being taken in by a group of unruly slytherins proves to be an interesting journey — especially when they’re set on protecting you . .

contains — slytherin!reader, younger fem!reader (a year below), six overprotective slytherins (draco malfoy, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, blaise zabini, enzo berkshire, and pansy parkinson), detention with umbridge, an azkaban escape scare, a disastrous date, crying, appearances from golden trio, weasley twins, and more . .

word count — 4.1k

“Oh, bloody hell!” you shrieked, almost leaping backwards off the wooden bench you were seated on at the Slytherin table. Murky orange liquid dripped down the white buttoned-up front of your uniform shirt, your previously full goblet of pumpkin juice now rolling on the equally stained tablecloth.

Mattheo Riddle, who sat to your right side, quickly grasped onto your forearm to keep you from falling backwards off the bench, as Blaise Zabini mumbled under his breath, dabbing a napkin on his pants where the pumpkin juice had spilled on him as well.

“Sorry,” you said, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment — it seemed as if everyone in the Great Hall had decided to halt their conversations right when you’d done something embarrassing.

“Merlin, what are we going to do with you?” Pansy Parkinson, who sat across from you, sighed out. Nevertheless, she reached across the table to hand you a few napkins, earning a disbelieving look from Blaise.

angelicchris

𝓗𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 — 𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜

in which — the notorious slytherin group of hogwarts—consisting of draco malfoy, blaise zabini, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, enzo berkshire, and pansy parkinson—take it upon themselves to recruit a new member into their elite group. when their eyes catch on you, an introverted slytherin who wants nothing to do with their antics, they’ll stop at nothing to entice you..

contains — five lovestruck boys, pansy as a girls girl (kind of), introverted!reader, slytherin!reader, a frog attack, hexing, slight profanity and flirting, some italian terms of endearment, a phrase of latin, brief cameo from fred & george and peeves

word count — 2.6k

“Would-you-shove-OFF?” Pansy rasped out through shoves at the five boys surrounding her, their laughter ringing throughout the empty common room at her dramatics.

“Come on, Panse, we’re just teasing,” Theo defended, as Mattheo put his hands up in mock surrender. The sound of Enzo and Blaise struggling to contain their laughs only infuriated the girl more, as Draco scoffed at them through a grin.

“It’s not teasing, it’s plain rude,” she huffed out. The boys had spent the past half-hour engaging in a competitive match of Exploding Snap in the common room, while Pansy had furiously worked on her Potions homework in a neighbouring room of the dimly-lit dungeon. When the sound of an aggressive knock caught her attention, she was greeted with five boys crowding over her, a card thrown directly on top of her finished parchment—exploding and lighting her work on fire.

sleepwalkletters

He loves using his teeth on your clit.

Something about how he eats you. Tenderly, violently, ardently.

In most things in life, he seemed to enjoy the fine line between pleasure and pain. The same was true here. When he went down on you, there was always a certain roughness to it—squeezing, sometimes a sharp slap, the hard press of his hands around your hips holding you exactly where he wanted you.

But most of all, he loved to bite.

At first, he would only graze his teeth over your clit. You could feel the full line of them dragging lightly across it as he slowly turned his head. There was a particularly sharp one, a canine, that would make you twitch.

All the while, his eyes would remain fixed on you, not a care about you dripping on his chin, a knowing look on his face. He knew exactly what it did to you.

The sensation was overwhelming—sharp and electric, just enough to leave you trembling from the intensity of it. He loved to focus on that little part of you, that part that could cause you to fall apart. To come undone.

Then he would bite—lightly at first. A sudden interruption in the pleasure.

You could feel the smile against you when he did it.

Your hips would jerk instinctively, trying to pull away. His hands tighten immediately, gripping your hips and pressing you harder into the bed.

“Stop that,” you’d gasp.

You felt the low vibration of his laugh against you.

He would intertwine one of his hands with yours to settle you. He continued anyway, each bite a little firmer than the last, testing your reaction, watching the way your body tensed beneath his hands. He loved the feeling of it pulsating. The little bundle of nerves against his enamel. His fingers would drift possessively along your lower stomach, almost in admiration.

sleepwalkletters

TIT FOR TAT

draco malfoy x reader x theodore nott

synopsis: You accidentally let a nip slip in front of your boyfriend’s best friend, Theo. Draco decides to let Theo punish you.

content: 18+ mdni, f!reader, dubcon, double penetration, praise, 2x creampies, voyeurism, rough & drunk sex, oral, slapping, degrading, humping, there’s always yearning with me

wc: 4k

Draco cared about appearances. Naturally, that extended to the person he called his.

He made a habit of looking you over whenever you arrived. Straightening your collar. Smoothing your hair behind your ear. Tugging your skirt a little lower if it had ridden up while you walked.

Maintenance on his most precious possession.

In his mind, it was simply responsibility. You were his. He didn't want you to attract unwanted attention.

Unfortunately for him, you were careless.

The absent-mindedness of someone who didn’t spend much time worrying about how they looked.

Sometimes you forgot to wear anything under your skirt except underwear. Sometimes you had runs in your stockings. Sometimes you forgot a bra.

Today had been one of those careless days.

You’d run into Theo in the library while he was gathering a small disaster of books from the floor.

“Oh—Theo, let me help you.”

You’d dropped to your knees without thinking and started picking them up, stacking them neatly in your arms before handing them back to him. It was just about the last one when everything happened at once.

Theo stood up with his stack of books.

You looked up and reached out to give him the final one.

Neither of you noticed right away.

When you’d bent down, the fabric of your shirt had shifted—and your breast, that tender swell of flesh Draco considered his personal pacifier, had slipped free from the neckline.

Theo’s expression changed instantly. Shock flickered across his face.

You followed his gaze downward and felt your stomach drop.

Panic hit you all at once.

You quickly pulled your shirt back into place, fumbling with the buttons as heat rushed up your neck.

You stood up to face him. The silence between you was unbearable.

The first thing out of your mouth was rushed and desperate.

“Please don’t tell Draco.”

Your voice dropped to a nervous whisper.

“He’ll kill me.”

Theo just stared at you for a moment, clearly trying not to laugh.

“It’s fine,” he said lightly. “I wouldn’t worry.”

He'd left it at that.

But you did worry. Theo was Draco’s closest friend. They told each other everything.

angelicchris

𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 — 𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜

in which — playing as keeper for the slytherin quidditch team is never easy. yet, when someone places a hex on your broomstick mid-match—almost injuring you—your teammates take matters into their own hands..

contains — five protective boys (mattheo riddle, theodore nott, draco malfoy, blaise zabini, enzo berkshire), a vengeful friend (pansy parkinson), mentions of heights & falling, hexing, a physical altercation & bleeding, appearances from mcgonagall, hagrid, madam hooch, and cho chang

word count — 1.8k

A collective gasp rang through the stands, the audience full of shades of emerald green and navy blue watching in shock. Lee Jordan swore loudly into the enchanted megaphone he held as he commentated the match — the sight so jarring that not even McGonagall reprimanded him over his choice of words.

“What the-,” Mattheo Riddle, who was flying closest to you, hovered his broomstick beside yours.

You, however, couldn’t respond, as you were too busy trying not to fall thirty feet down from your broomstick. You bent downwards, holding onto the handle for dear life.

The Quidditch match had been going smoothly — Slytherin was in the lead against Ravenclaw by 20 points to 0, and the weather conditions were ideal for one of the last match’s of the season.

As Keeper, you maneuvered your broom in front of the three goalposts on your team’s side when suddenly, the broomstick had started moving out-of-control.

aureateink

Hey cutie. Pleaseeee more jealous/possessive draco with a sweet and innocent reader. Like he's your guard dog, walking behind you with his friends while you walk and wonder why no one even dares to stare at you. But when he's gone, people get their confidence back but it it so short lived once he finds out.

thanks so much for you request babe! appreciate your patience 🌹

teeth | draco malfoy

feat. auror!Draco Malfoy x reader

summary: 6k (whoops). you work in the department of records at the ministry of magic, and have made an unlikely friend in the wizarding world's most brutal auror.

cw: MDNI 18+, fluffy with some smut, afab!reader uses she/her pronouns, possessive!draco, scary dog privileges, shy!reader, mean coworkers, threats of violence, “use your words”, dom-sub dynamics, finger blasting as an act of dominance

an: can't tell if I love or hate this, but if i don't post it now, it'll rot in my drafts for all eternity, so eat up !!

| masterlist

It started with a chocolate croissant. You had reached for it in the break room at the same moment he did, the brush of his fingers like cool water. In the moment, you'd recoiled, heat scorching your cheeks, fear knotting in your sternum. Stammered out some halfwit apology.

Sorry, I didn't—please, you take it, Auror M-Malfoy.

Those glacial eyes fixed on your face for a second, the kind of blue found only in the coldest places, and for a moment, you thought he was actually going to reprimand you over a bit of pastry. But instead, he'd smiled and cut the croissant in half.

angelicchris

𝓦𝐀𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 — 𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜

in which — with the yule ball nearing at hogwarts, many boys plan on testing their luck at asking your hand—yet to no avail. when your friends overhear a fellow slytherin boy plan on asking you, who has a history for leading girls on, they set off to sabotage his chances..

contains — six overprotective friends (draco malfoy, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, blaise zabini, enzo berkshire, pansy parkinson), slytherin!reader, a brief quidditch game, appearances from an invisible harry potter, marcus flint, fred weasley, ron weasley, hagrid, and more

word count — 3.9k

“Did you see the way she blocked that Quaffle? It was brilliant,” the voice of Adrian Pucey, Chaser of the Slytherin Quidditch team, echoched through the changing rooms.

“She’s brilliant,” Marcus Flint, Chaser and team captain, said.

Theodore Nott, who had been running a towel through his freshly-washed hair following an intense Quidditch practice, rolled his eyes at the conversation. His ears perked up, however, when he suddenly heard your name brought up.

“Planning on asking her later tonight?” Pucey asked, the sound of his voice becoming muffled as he pulled a fresh shirt over his head.

“Yeah. Just hoping no one’s beat me to it,” Flint said, as he packed his emerald green Quidditch robes away.

“I don’t know, a lot of people have been planning on it. I overheard a group at the Hufflepuff table during breakfast saying that Cedric Diggory was going to ask her,” Pucey said.

kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings

Hey there! May I ask for the Kamaboko gang (the main 4) with their s/o who is also a demon hunter and unable to feel pain, you know like they don't even notice minor or major injuries/wounds/burns on their body because they can't feel pain :)

Of course you can! ＼(★^∀^★)／ Thank you so much for requesting this, i had fun writing this scenario for the Kamaboko gang plus it was really interesting to learn about the condition which means you can’t feel pain (which is called CIPA if your interested!) which i tried to include as much info as i could in! I hope that i’ve done your request justice and that you enjoy!! ^^

The Kamaboko Gang with an S/O that can’t feel pain

Tanjiro kamado:

It took him a lot longer than he would have liked to click on about your condition/disorder. Tanjiro had noticed the scars (who couldn’t when they were so boldly etched into your skin?) and the scent of blood that always seemed to follow you, but he only realised that the smell of blood was your own at the same time he found out about your condition.

When he manged to click on, tanjiro felt an immense sense of guilt for not knowing or trying to find out sooner·

Goes out of his way to try and find out about your condition but becomes quite disheartened when there isn’t really anything to help you with it (he’d gone to Tamayo and then to shinobu to learn about it and to see if there was anything he could do to help) but he keeps an extra eye on you just in case·

Quickly noticed that while you don’t feel pain you do feel it when he squeeze’s your hands or kisses you – the light pressure of him is something you can feel so a lot of affection takes place·

A constant state of mild panic when you just throw yourself into battle – and sometimes even out of it and going about your daily life’s although you were quite careful with yourself…..sometimes·

Mother Hen x 10·

Tanjiro now always carries a medical kit with him for when you injury yourself·

Has to use his sense of smell to see whether or not your injury is serious or not·

Now always carries some sort of food around because you don’t feel pain that also extends towards hunger pains, so you have once or twice before collapsed from hunger because you hadn’t been eating – there wasn’t any particular reason for not eating, you’d just forgotten about it since eating can sometimes just feel a little unnecessary??·

It doesn’t help that your so unbothered about your injuries either, like the pain’s never been there to begin with but you just act so nonchalantly about them – “Oh…. it seems I’m bleeding again; Where’s it coming from? Oh wait, my side! Looks like I got cut by that demon afterall! I really do need to be more careful….” Que a panicked Tanjiro already with his medical kit out·

But he loves you with all his heart and he wouldn’t change anything

Nezuko kamado:

Fiercely protective. Much like she is with tanjiro you get the same type of treatment.

She could tell straight away that something just wasn’t right. You’d continue to fight no matter how bad your injury, making said injury worse and then not even flinching when getting it sorted out – you hadn’t even noticed when stepping bare footed in broken glass, simply waving off the horrified gasps and apologies once it had been mentioned before walking away to get it sorted out

Your body was far more scarred than any other demon slayer (except for sanemi); burns, bruises and scars just permanently discoloured your skin and that upsets Nezuko

Mother hen x20

Now carries around medicine with her in the medicine box that tanjiro carries her in – Tanjiro doesn’t really question it; he’s just as worried about you as nezuko and feels abit better knowing that nezuko’s watching out for you, after all he doesn’t want his sisters partner to prematurely die

When its night-time and you both can actually spend some time together; nezuko will gently trace the shape of your scars because even though you can’t feel pain, you can feel the light pressure her nails leave behind – the same goes for her lips! Kissing and hugging is perfectly fine

Nezuko will stay up until the crack of dawn watching you as you sleep to make sure you change positions because due to your lack of pain feeling you can’t tell when a position is becoming uncomfortable for your body which wears down your bones + joints – meaning your bones can become more fragile/brittle so will break a lot more easier during battle

As soon as your out in battle she’s out next to you, fighting to the best of her abilities to keep you and tanjiro from harm

Glad to have you in her life. You’re so important to her that she’d gladly die for you if it meant you were safe

Zenitsu Agatsuma:

Didn’t know that you couldn’t feel pain for ages

Felt absolute awe and admiration for you when you guys first met because of how well you held yourself in battle plus the number of scars on you clearly meant that you’d been through a lot and lived through it – also the fact that you never broke into a sweat while fighting left him absolutely speechless

Your determination in battle even though you were injured badly made him feel braver but over time made zenitsu concerned for you – You ended up injured far too often, whenever your bones clicked you’d never make a noise of contentment or even when your stomach growled you’d never pay attention to it etc. Even when the others mentioned it, you’d just smile serenely and thank them for the reminder; other than zenitsu, tanjiro also started to become concerned for you

Zenitsu only really started fearing for you once a wound of yours had accidently become infected and you hadn’t even noticed. It was only until Tanjiro had mentioned about a new sickly undertone to your scent no more than a day later that you’d actually bothered to check if you were injured – spoiler, you were injured. Badly. You had to be taken to the butterfly estate where you were luckily fixed and told off by shinobu for not taking care of yourself because you usually were very careful

After that incident zenitsu keeps more of an eye on you – and a lot more things start to make sense about you

He almost in a sense becomes more brave/confident, pushing himself more in battle to protect you – which helps push you both into a relationship after he chucks himself into a battle that leaves him injured

Anxious mother hen x15

Isn’t as worried about himself as he used to be, now all that worry is reserved for you – it’s like he’s trying to make up for not bothering to know sooner about your condition so you do have to remind him that you do love him and even though you can’t feel pain you can feel his kisses and when he holds your hands

A new presence in his life that he must protect, worry and look after, but he loves it - you do the same to him and it still makes him blush – Zenitsu’s thankful for having you in his life, you’re a refreshing breathe of air that just keeps him on his toes

Inosuke Hashibira:

Noticed your presence and strength before anything else – Your presence actually caused the hairs on the nape of his neck to stand up and he didn’t like that, at all because he couldn’t place his finger on why - even after your first meeting he’d request for fights

You were just so polite + kind and yet you had the strength and resilience of a boar – which just served to piss him off even more because you always showed that off in battles with demons and yet didn’t when fighting with him – no matter how strong he hit or swung his swords you never flinched

Thought your scars were cool and something that you should show off with more pride since you gained them in battle. Really didn’t think much about how you gained the scars; he was slightly worried about how ‘clumsy’ you seemed though, sometimes forgetting to eat or even pushing yourself in fights too much

It wasn’t until you broke + fractured your dominant hand and still continue to fight that his pride left him and an unspoken panic took its place, which quickly turned to anger at the fact you were still fighting while being so broken – it was one of the only time’s the group have seen Inosuke lose his shit over someone else’s health…..

Actually starts to pay even more close attention to you, the things that he thought were just you being a classic clumsy human was actually something that was quite hazardous to your health

Doesn’t show it but he does feel guilty for not paying close attention to you and your condition

Starts to notice that your body temperature is a lot higher than a normal humans, once he asks out of curiosity and is really surprised to find out that you can’t sweat….”Hm? why I have a high tempe-Ahhhhhhh yeah I can’t sweat Inosuke, it comes with the whole not being able to feel pain thing” – Que both worried and impressed looks from literally everyone in the group because there’s always the chance that you overheat and then collapse

Pretending not to care as much as he actually does, worried boar man x10

Goes out of his way to forage food for you to eat because he knows that you sometimes forget – mostly fruits or just anything that has a lot of sugar to keep your energy up

Learns basic medical knowledge to help you for when you injury yourself – even though you do know how to patch yourself up, but it makes inosuke happy (just make sure to praise him for his help)

miyacchino

Men Who Know They're BIG. Much Too Big For You.

"Please", you mewl, grinding on his clothed crotch, your panties wet with arousal.

"You can't, baby" he hisses through gritted teeth, resolve thinning when you grind over his hardness. "Fuck" he instinctively pushes his hip forward to meet your thrust, "You can't take me"

You groan, the room heating up and constricting around you two. Mind swirling with thoughts of his big length inside you, stuffing you full.

"I can, i promise. Please..." Your teary eyes and begging really did it for him as he snaps, manhandling you below him as his broad form hovers over yours, blocking any light.

Within a minute your clothes are off, his big hands can't seem to get enough of you. Roaming over your waist, thighs, breasts, anything that he can maul.

Spreading your thighs apart with his legs, he groans at the sight of your dripping pussy, clenching around nothing, "so fucking needy" he lazily gives it a slap, making you yelp.

A smirk tugs at his face, eyebrow arched at your messed up form. "Don't complain later. You asked for it" his voice laced with hunger and a predatory intent, big hand stroking himself while he aligns himself with your dripping pussy, the most beautiful sight he has ever seen. And he's going to ruin it so well.

"Nhgg.. plea- ah!" Your plea gets cut off as he grants your wish, pushing in barely an inch inside your tight walls. "Fucking hell.." his eyebrow furrow in concentration, eyes laser focused on the the little hole gaping around his big cock. Much too big for you, he thinks.

His teeth bite into his lower lip as he pushes harder, your back arching at the stinging stretch. "Can take.. it" you stutter, already trembling. Hips arching to take him more.

"As you fucking wish" he growls, an animalistic sound leaving his mouth as his big hands hold you in place below him, pushing into your tight warmth, stuffing you to your limit. Your writhing body unable to move much against his strong grip, his hips pushing forward until you're full of him.

"That what you wanted?" his forehead sweaty at the effort it took to push into your tight hole, pupils blown wide. "So fucking tight for me.. all fucking mine"

His large hand over your tummy feeling himself inside you. "'ts so.. big.." you mewl, hands digging into his forearm.

He chuckles breathlessly, "told ya.. but you wouldn't listen." His thumb runs over your clit, his pace slow and deep, knowing you need time to adjust to his size.

"More", you cry out, looking at him with teary and needy eyes, your tight walls clenching around him oh so deliciously. A man can only hold himself back for so long..

He huffs out an amused grin, "don't cry too much", he doesn't wait for your answer before he starts thrusting into you at a faster pace. Pulling himself out almost fully before slamming back inside.

"Oh..ngh, so good-" your broken screams sound like music to his ears.

"Don't stop" you cry out, nails digging into his arms, feeling yourself splitting apart on his length. The line between pain and pleasure blurring together, mind mush. Only him. Him. All over you.

You cry out when he rubs against a particular angle, throwing your head back.

"Right there?" His smirk is devilish, making it a point to continue to assault that soft spot inside your now stretched and full pussy.

"Wait- ahh! Wait" your cries fall on deaf ears, eyes rolling back at the overwhelming pleasure. Your body trembling and writhing under his much larger one.

"Hm? What was that? You want more? Of course, angel" he pretends to mishear you, pushing into you at a brutal pace, continuing to hit that spot that has you seeing stars.

"No, i.. meant- ah!"

"I got you" he whispers into your ear, cooing praises about how well you're taking him, how you were made just for him while he ruins your little pussy.

When you cum, it's nothing like you've ever experienced before. Vision turning white, almost on the verge of passing out. Clenching so hard around him, bringing him to his release.

You feel his warm release coating your insides, both of you groaning and trembling at the feel.

You stay like that for a moment. Fucked out, bodies tangled with each other, too tired to move a muscle

Once he moves to lay beside you, he makes sure he's still inside you. Spooning you against his big and warm body. "Let's stay like this" he grunts tiredly. "Just makin' sure you get used to my size."

MEMBERS: DRAKEN, TOJI, TSUKISHIMA, zoro, CALEB, sylus, TENGEN, nanami, renji yomo, keisuke baji, donquixote doflamingo, higuruma, KUROO, bokuto, hisoka, kakashi, jean, umemiya, reiner, geto, GOJO, VARKA, wriothesley

bnha-universe

"I just really love your smile."

This can be read with any boy <3 a new style I wanted to try since I couldn't pick which boy I wanted to use to write this idea out, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed breathing life back into something that I love to do <3 I have missed you.

It was hard for him at first. Watching you lose sleep, lose motivation, lose yourself. He watched as the light in your eyes dimmed, how your smile got smaller and smaller until it either wasn’t there at all, or so fake because you were trying to mask it- for him. He didn’t know which one was worse.

“It will take time,” Your therapist told him in one of the group sessions he went to with you. “healing isn’t a vertical line, there are good days and bad days, but the best thing is to just be there- whether that’s just to listen, to motivate, to help; meet where they are at and keep showing up.” It took those words to heart, and made it his new personal mission- because he was going to save you- even if it was from yourself.

It started with small things; he would ask if you had taken your medicine that morning, just a gentle, constant reminder that he was there to help support you. He would text you to ask if you had eaten today, if you needed anything, and what food you wanted. When you needed space, he gave it to you. When you wanted to vent, he would listen, biting his tongue on what he wanted to say and letting you process what you were feeling. When he felt you get out of bed in the middle of the night he would time it- if you came back within the hour, he acted none the wiser, if you were gone for longer he would get up to find you, ask what you needed, reminded in you that he loved you and you weren’t alone, that he was proud of you.

He didn’t know what progress looked like in a situation like this. The battle was internal for you, not a villain that he could physically see and take down himself. He didn’t know if you were getting better, or worse, or if you were just able to tread where you were at. That was the worst part for him. Was he helping? Was he failing? Are you getting worse? Better? He doesn’t want to ask you- it might make you think that he is getting impatient with you or that he doesn’t think you are getting better, even if you are. He just quietly watches you, watches your face to see if that same spark is coming back, that same smile he fell in love with, that person he knew before the world was able to seep into you.

He just came home from work, tired and worn down from the day between patrols and paperwork. He shuffled off his shoes and made his way further into the house, making his way to the living room, where he would assume to find you, on the couch, either on your phone or pretending to watch TV while you are miles away in your head. He stops in the doorway, frozen at what he sees.

You are in the living room- but instead of cuddled up on the couch, you are sitting on the floor, criss-cross, a small smile on your face and a relaxed look on your face as you are working on a project that he thought was long forgotten when this internal battle started. He saw the passion and excitement tracing through your eyes as you work- your spark, just barely, but there- in your eyes and your face as you concentrate. He can’t help but stare as he sees the first real physical evidence of how your battle is going. He has to blink back the water that gets into his eyes- because he is definitely not about to cry over this, as a smile breaks out onto his face. He can’t help but watch you, watch you do something you used to love doing, and get to see it again after so long. He shifts his weight to lean against the door frame as he watches you. The movement makes your head look up and meet his eyes, the small smile still on your face, even as you stop working on your project.

“What?” You ask him so casually, so softly, like this wasn’t a momentous battle moment he has been waiting for. He tries to act so casual, so nonchalant about it.

“Nothing,” He says as he shrugs his shoulders, but the smile is still on his face. “I just really love your smile.”

mimuju-deactivated20260521

⋆˚꩜｡ sukuna is not happy about piercing your daughter's ears

"no. absolutely not. you're not touching her."

sukuna's voice is a low growl, his massive arms wrapped protectively around your toddler daughter in the piercing chair. the lady with the piercing gun pauses, eyes wide at the tattooed giant glaring daggers from his spot beside you.

she's tiny, maybe 2, all chubby cheeks and wild pink hair like her dad's, dressed in a frilly dress you picked out for her "big girl day," complete with little mary janes. you've been hyping it up for weeks—tiny sparkly studs, nothing crazy, just simple diamonds to match her eyes. but sukuna? he's been grumbling since you suggested it, muttering about "barbaric customs" and "ruining perfection."

"baby, it's just earrings," you say softly, squeezing his knee under the counter. "she'll look so cute! and it'll heal fast. millions of girls get this done."

he shoots you a look, all four eyes narrowing under those sharp black brows. "she's a baby. babies don't need holes poked in their heads. what if it gets infected? what if she hates it?" but he doesn't move, holding her steady on his lap, her little hands clutching his black shirt, babbling happily at the shiny gun like it's a toy.

the piercing lady smiles nervously, gun ready, trying to lighten the mood. "it'll be quick, sir. one little pop on each side. she's been great so far."

sukuna huffs, his breath ruffling your daughter's hair, but he nods once, jaw clenched so tight you see the muscle tick. "fine. make it painless or i'll make you regret it. i don't care if you're human or not."

you bite back a laugh, watching him brace like he's facing a battlefield. the lady counts down—three, two, one—and pops the first stud through your daughter's earlobe. instant wail. a piercing cry that echoes in the small shop, her face scrunching up beet red, fat tears rolling down her chubby cheeks, little legs kicking wildly.

sukuna freezes, body going rigid, then twitches like he's been shot himself. "what the fuck was that?!" he snarls, his free hand slamming the counter hard enough to make the jewelry displays rattle, tattoos rippling across his skin like living shadows. all four eyes lock on the lady like he's about to curse her into oblivion right there. "do that again and you're fucking dead, you hear me?"

the poor woman stammers, the cheap piericng gun trembling in her hands, face paling. "i-it's normal! just the shock! she's fine, look—the second one's done already, see?" she pops the other ear quick as lightning, and your daughter's tiny fists flailing at the air, her cries turning into quiet hiccups.

you can't help it—you burst out giggling, hand over your mouth, tears in your eyes from laughing. "kuna, oh my god— she's fine! look, sparkles already! she's got her earrings, see how pretty?"

he ignores you completely, scooping her up fully into his massive arms, cradling her against his broad chest like she's made of glass. his glare stays pinned on the lady for a long beat, utterly murderous, promising vengeance, before it softens instantly on his girl.

"shh, shh, my little princess. daddy's got you. that mean lady's gone forever, i swear it." he rocks her gently side to side, his huge hand patting her back in slow circles, the other stroking her wild pink hair with surprising tenderness. her cries taper to sniffly hiccups, soothed by his deep rumble of a voice humming some ancient, gravelly lullaby from his cursed past, the kind only you know about.

you lean in, kissing his stubbled cheek, still chuckling softly. "she won't even remember this tomorrow. but you'll be telling the story for years, won't you, kuna?"

he grunts, still shooting one last glare over his shoulder at the lady as you pay and gather her things. "no more piercings. ever." but he presses a soft kiss to her tiny forehead, her sparkly new earrings catching the shop lights like stars, and you know he's already melting inside, utterly whipped for his perfect little girl.

angioblasty

it was just a gag gift at first. when denki gave bakugou a portal pocket pussy, he had planned to throw it away the first chance he got. but that never came. instead, it sits in the corner of his drawer at his office, tucked away and never once used.

that is until late one night when his patrol just ended, and his boner still hasn’t died down. might as well, he rationalises, there’s barely anyone anyway.

bakugou opens the drawer surreptitiously, as if he’d be spotted behind his own office door. he’s palming his bulge as he inspects it—warm and slightly wet. bringing it to his mouth, he gives the clit a small lick. sweet. he flattens his tongue, now swiping at the slit as juices flow down his nose. he gets really into it, his boner forgotten. the pocket pussy twitches and clenches around his tongue—he must have spent at least twenty minutes slobbering all over it.

finally, bakugou unzips his pants, giving his cock a few pumps before sliding across the hole, collecting wetness on his tip. he slowly slips inside, focusing on the way it stretches to accommodate his thickness.

when he finally bottoms out, bakugou lets out a guttural moan. his hands are wrapped around the pocket pussy, ready to hammer into it when suddenly, his door slams open with a crash, and in tumbles you, kirishima’s assistant, falling down onto your knees while the stack of papers in your hands fly all across his office floor. your pelvis is twitching endlessly, juices flow down your legs as you let out a high-pitched fuck!

the horror of having his long-time work crush see him with his dick out doesn’t really set in when he knows one thing for sure—you just had an orgasm.

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