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demon slayer hcs: the hashira men having a demon!SO that’s immune to sunlight pt.1
characters: fem!reader x rengoku, giyuu
PT 2 with Sanemi HERE
AN: the long awaited request is finally here!! sorry for the delay! im in college and finals week was crazy! but the semester is over and i'm ready to get back to it with a bunch of new content for you guys! <3
RENGOKU
- when he comes home from a mission to find the house completely trashed and a trail of blood leading to the bedroom he freezes
- his first thought is that you're dead
- someone or something has broken in
- and he wasn't here to protect you
- immediately blames himself
- and poor kyo just can't force himself to walk in the bedroom only to discover your broken bleeding body
- his heart couldn't take it
- its not until he hears movement and small noises of pain that he pushes the bedroom door open
- only to discover you hiding in the corner of the room covered with a blanket
- relief
- until he pulls the blanket from your head to see what you've turned into
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Having a snack while studying at a coffee shop; college Bokuto can’t keep his crush in check; gay panic ensues; Bo nearly chokes on his chicken-avocado wrap.
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virgin! atsumu whose been secretly sniffing your dirty panties, ashamed that he enjoys it so much. it makes him eager to taste you, desperate to please you. so you let him.
spreading your legs apart and grabbing a handful of his hair, you pull him down towards your sex. his nose rubs against your clit, his tongue making small kitten licks as he learns the ropes. but it doesn’t take long, atsumu is a natural at almost everything he does.
he flicks his tongue at the perfect rhythm, guided by your fistful of hair and as he laps up your slick arousal, he can feel the strain in his pants along with the friction of the bed. it’s so much, too much even and poor tsumu can’t take it anymore.
he whines into your cunt, hips grinding against the bed sheet as his face is covered in your wetness and your sweet taste is all over his pink tongue. his breaths are laboured, feeling lightheaded from the heat of your inner thighs.
all these things make his hips thrust harder, his cock practically drooling, chasing any sort of relief he can. his strained moans fill the room like music in your ears but you can tell just by humping alone that he’s close.
for a second, he stops eating you out, lifting his head up, his expression lustful as an array of whimpers and pitchy moans leave his lips and his eyes start to roll back.
“cummingcumming,” is all he manages, relieved groans echoing around. he grinds himself against the bed more, gettting through his high before looking at you embarrassed.
“aw baby,” you coo condescendingly, “look at you— making such a mess.”
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SUB BOY THOUGHTS ABSOLUTELY ,,,
sub!tsumu who falls so easily into subspace. like he gets so dumb and vulnerable for you, completely entrusting his body to you. he lets you use and play with him all you want, and all he can do is babble and cry and thank you over and over again.
and when he’s overstimulated he gets really, really dumb. when you have him sat with his back to your chest, holding him to you, a hand tugging and rolling at his nipples, the other fisting at his cock endlessly. you’re unforgiving as you pull orgasm after orgasm out of him— his legs are trembling, flopped lazily onto the bed because he no longer had the energy to try and fight you and clamp them close; his eyes are crossed, his face and chest are flushed, his cheeks damp with tears, lip quivering as you messily stroke at his cock. his cock’s a mess too, just drenched in cum and spit and it hurts, hurts so bad, but he can’t help but want more, more, more—
do with this what u will bb i just had to share he’s always heavy on my mind 😓
LIKE PUTTY | MIYA ATSUMU X GN!READER
warnings: 18+, sub!atsumu, gn!reader, overstimulation, rimming, fingering (m!receiving)
a/n: sal you spoil me rotten.
"c'mon babe, i can't," atsumu sobs. tears are streaming down his flushed cheeks and his pink lips are bitten raw from all the times he tried to quiet his own noises. he's brainless—every silly little thought of his gone and replaced by the way you just won't stop stroking his cock, making his muscles tremble under your touch. it feels so good it hurts, and his mind is torn in an endless battle of trying to sneak away from the sensation or thrust towards it. "i can't cum anymore," he cries, voice uncharacteristically high and whiny, "i'll die."
"so dramatic," you tsk, the hand that's not playing with his cock coming up across his chest to wrap around his neck. "stop talking, you're distracting me."
atsumu chokes on a garbled moan as you twist your hand around his shaft in a way that makes his thighs shake. he jerks forward, only to be pinned back to his original position by the fingers digging into either side of his jugular. “not my cock,” he rasps, grasping helplessly at the blankets below him. “not my cock, please not my cock. i can’t, i can’t, i can’t—”
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꒰ WHEN HE’S CLOSE TO LOSING YOU ꒱
↳ note ⨾ ouch…. requested by anon! <3 ↳ genre ⨾ angst ↳ warning ⨾ yelling, the boys are mean >:(, mentions of clingines, insecurity and jealousy ↳ feat. iwaizumi, sakusa & tsukishima
ʚ IWAIZUMI ɞ
you can’t even recall how the argument began in the first place. was it because the home was in disarray when the two of you returned from work? was it the full sink of dirty dishes? was it the fact that you hadn’t seen your boyfriend for what felt like weeks? sure, you slept in the same bed and shared a bathroom in the mornings but beyond that, you can’t recall the last time you spent quality time with iwaizumi.
so, what you thought would’ve been an easy confrontation about the issue, maybe ending with a sweet kiss to your lips and promise to try and get more time off, turns out becoming a full blown argument.
“i can’t just ask for more time off, y/n,” iwaizumi yells, glaring at the disapproving expression on your face. “it’s not like i can waltz up to my boss and ask to work remotely some days like you.”
“like me? i was offered the position!” you quickly refute, huffing in annoyance that he brought that up as an argument. it wasn’t your doing that you purposefully asked to be able to work from home; the opportunity presented itself to you and you gladly accepted it.
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happiness ☀️✨🌸
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Anonymous asked:
platonic yandere emperor overhaul 🛐🛐 i need to know more
He met you when King Dabi brought you along to visit him, and you were in awe of how different Emperor's kingdom looked to yours. Dragon patterns and gold were the prominent theme. While the young princess was distracted with the pretty koi fish in the pond, so was Kai. Not by the fish, but by you. You looked so much like his daughter- his late daughter. She passed away from an illness when she was around your age.
Emperor Kai didn't really believe in religion or anything, but as he looked at how much you resembled his late daughter (in mannerisms, etiquette and interests), he couldn't help but question reincarnation. Question whether God had sent him an angel, another chance to rectify his mistakes and be a father again.
Kai may have been a misogynistic asshole before, the reason why he used to ignore his first born because she was a girl, someone who couldn't possibly be his heir, but it was when he lost her that he realised how stupid he was.
At first, Kai thought that he was only missing his late daughter, and was trying to replace her with you for some guilt easing. But when he heard the news of Dabi's princess falling ill, Kai didn't waste a second as he left his kingdom with small troop of guards and healers.
Kai's empire was know for their magical healing abilities- there were very few ailments that they could not treat. So when Dabi heard Kai had came to help, he couldn't be anything but grateful.
The youngest princess, who had fallen dangerously sick, was being coddled by both Keigo and Dabi. When Kai and his healers worked on her, they had found that you had been poisoned. That's where Keigo's intuitive skills came in, and Dabi launched an investigation. In less than a day, the culprit was found.
It was one of the concubines from the harem, who was trying to bare Dabi a male heir and thought that she should kill you. Unfortunately, Dabi never had any interest in her and now that she dared to harm you, saying he was enraged would be a huge understatement. But Keigo was even angrier than Dabi, so he requested that he personally punish the concubine for poisoning you, something Keigo would later come to regret.
Because when Keigo left the room to skin that concubine alive, Kai began talking to Dabi. Kai said that since Dabi had no plans to have any other heirs, that would always put the young princess in danger. He suggested that every year, Dabi should give you to his kingdom for a couple of months, where Kai will train you. In his kingdom, heirs are fed small amount of poisons from a very young age so that they gain immunity against them. Besides, if your body reacted in a bad way, then what better place there to be than at the kingdom of healers and medicine?
Dabi disagreed at first, but when Kai brought up how his kingdom is still weak and with all the enemies on the outside, he doesn't have time to protect you from enemies inside the Palace. Just because Kai made it in time today doesn't mean he always will.
So, with the promise of keeping you safe and training you to be a proper princess, with no corporal punishments ever, Dabi agreed. Besides, Kai did say that Dabi can come and visit whenever he wants to.
And it wasn't until the next day when Keigo returned from the dungeons all bloody did he realise the grave mistake he had made of leaving Dabi. You were gone. Kai had taken you.
Keigo fought and cried in Dabi's arms, but after sometime, Dabi was able to convince why he did what he did.
Meanwhile, Kai was watching you sleep soundly in his bed, covered in the gold and red sheets. He called Hari in after a while.
"Yes, emperor?"
"Prepare princess Y/n's room next to mine. Have the seamstress come in later and get her measurements. Did you choose Y/n's maids and nanny?"
"Yes, I have prepared a list for you to look over."
"Good."
"Emperor?"
"Hm?"
"I have prepared that thing you'd asked me of last week."
Kai smiled. "Bring it."
Hari gave it to the emperor, sighing in relief internally when he saw Kai was pleased by it.
The crown would look great on you. Especially with the golden beak he's prepared.
Thoughts?
Also sorry for not responding to asks and comments, really losing my mind here with pharmacology.
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rue | atsumu miya
pairing: atsumu x reader
tags: hurt comfort (more comfort than hurt tho), exs to lovers, mentions of insecurities (clinginess) - based on the song rue by girl in red
word count: 2.0k
for @atsymu: emmie i adore u happy valentines day <33
what were you doing here?
this definitely wasn’t your bed, yet you slept incredibly well considering it’s always been hard to sleep in a bed that wasn’t yours. you recognize the place, yet you’re still not sure where you are. everything felt so familiar yet so foreign at the same time. the smell of the bedsheets, the pounding headache signaling your hangover, the arm draped over your figure.
wait.
who’s arm was that?
their grip tightens pulling you closer as incoherent mumbling leaves their lips.
you’re too scared to open your eyes. you’re too scared to see the one person you didn’t wanna see.
yet the soft voice was all too familiar for you not to recognize.
platinum blonde is the first thing you see, a familiar sleeping face entering your field of vision when you finally open your eyes.
of course, it’s him.
of all people you had to sleep with it was him.
you’re suddenly grateful that atsumu’s a heavy sleeper as you slowly lift your head, trying to plan your getaway. the bedroom door’s partially open, you didn’t need to open or close it properly. you could just grab your bag from the floor, along with your clothes, and make a beeline out of the apartment. your shoes were probably at the door, well hopefully at the door. honestly last night was a blur. it’s the perfect plan, call a taxi on the way out, ignore the looks the driver gives you and make it back to your house in one piece, owning your walk of shame along the way. but there’s only one problem.
you’re unsure of how you’re gonna get out of atsumu’s grip.
the position is all too familiar, his arm draped around yours, your legs tangled in his, it would be a miracle if you can make it out of this without him waking up. but then again, atsumu’s a very heavy sleeper, one who would only give up sleep for two reasons, one of which was the smell of breakfast cooking in the kitchen. so you pray to whatever gods decided to watch over you today and try anyway, gently peeling his arm off of you before untangling your legs from his, rolling off the bed ever so slightly. it almost works, and when you instantly dash for your dress keeping your feet as light as possible, you somehow think you pulled it off.
but then you hear a groan from the bed, one quickly followed by some shuffling.
and then you remember the second reason, the disappearance of you in his arms.
“baby? where are you going?”
good lord.
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“After The Dumpster Battle” (Spoiler-free)
Based on this video
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osamu miya is hiding something.
he denies that he is, he denies everything that you’ve tried to insinuate, but ever since this morning — ever since you’ve made that offhand comment about moving in together — he’s been all shifty-eyed and panicky.
you initially made that comment as a joke. something to lighten the mood seeing as he’s been so awkward around you recently, but when he acted the way he did, something tells you he definitely received it the wrong way.
its just about seven in the evening, almost closing time for the infamous onigiri miya, and you sit comfortably on one of the tables close to the cashier, laptop in front of you as you prefer working closely to your boyfriend.
it’s almost always been like this — you with your laptop out, typing away whatever you need to be typed, and osamu walking by every thirty minutes with a glass of water or tea or whatever excuse he’s come up with to mingle with you.
but today — the lame excuses for the mingling has stopped.
osamu has barely said anything to you all day, aside from the “hey, you,” and the “ya want anything?”, he’s been completely silent.
“you almost done?” you look up from your laptop screen, calling to him as he’s taken the first time all day to walk to your table.
“hm.” he hums, tired and all, “busy day.”
osamu slumps down on the seat in front of you, the restaurant having been cleared of all the satisfied customers for today, and for the first time, taking his short moments with you.
he looks at you, face propped up with his right hand as he stares.
you look back at him, and he immediately looks away — osamu, pinkish in the face.
this is weird. your boyfriend is acting like a teenager pining for you right now, and whilst that’s not really out of the usual — it’s weird that he’s being so fidgety about it.
“samu,” you push your laptop aside, “is something wrong?”
and he blinks, “ya think something’s wrong?”
considering that he’s been avoiding you all day, has been falling into whispers when he talks to atsumu on the phone, and strategically staring at you when he thinks you aren’t looking — yes. you think something is very wrong.
( atsumu visited the restaurant earlier today, a big smile on his face as he slapped osamu harshly on the back, yelling something about “finally doing something right for once in his life!” and saying “take numerous pictures or yer dead meat.”
but the second they both saw you walk in the room, not only did their faces drop, but you’re also pretty sure osamu stepped on atsumu’s foot once or twice too.
you asked them what they were doing, but all atsumu told you was - in close tears, as he hugs you - “we’re having a brother bonding moment right now. please leave.”
and that was it. )
so yeah, something is very wrong with osamu miya.
“you’re just,” and you smile at him, “acting weird.”
“i am so not!” he scoffs, his own smile coming through as he looks back at you, “you’re the one who’s being weird.”
now, it’s your turn to scoff, crossing your arms over your chest as you shake your head, “do not call me weird, i sat here all day watching you be the weirdest person on the planet.”
“well, why were ya watching all day?” he leans forward, “that’s weird behavior if ya ask me.”
you smile, rolling your eyes, “you are twelve years old.”
and osamu leans back, a smile on his face that prides himself of his tone, “that’s what twelve year olds tell each other when they’ve got nothing else to say.”
and you laugh, “this is a very mature conversation we’re having.”
osamu smiles wider, his shoulders slightly raising as a little bit of a laugh escapes his lips, and for a second, he just looks at you, a glint in his eye.
he slides your laptop over to the side, leaning in over the table to be closer to you, and you do the same, following suit with a trail of laughter.
osamu smiles, “i can do something to make it more mature.”
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hirugami + “hey, i’m sorry my dog got yours pregnant, here’s some child support.” the anon who requested this is so smart
hirugami sachirou, bone-tired and half-asleep, flops face first onto his couch with the intent of sleeping until next tuesday.
his dog bounds up to him, tail wagging as he licks a wet stripe up his face.
“we’ll go on a walk tomorrow, alright?” he sighs apologetically, reaching out to smooth his hand over the golden retriever’s head.
it’d been a long shift at the clinic, filled with the typical patients. a pup that’d eaten a bee, a kitten needing its shots, a bird with a lump that happened to be an egg, a hamster who’d been sleeping for a little too long. he’d even gotten to assist in an emergency surgery, the poor dog who’d gotten hit by a car now doing fine and on the mend.
he’s thinking about what fast-food he should order when someone bangs on his front door, both he and his pup straightening at the sound. he ignores it at first, thinking he can play off not being home when the person outside yells,
“i know you’re home!”
groaning, he drags himself off the couch, cursing whoever is bugging him at– a glance at his watch reads 11:23pm.
when he finally unlocks and pulls the door open, you’re standing there, arms crossed over your chest, obvious annoyance marring your pretty features.
he straightens a little, trying to smooth his wrinkled uniform when he realizes that after two months of being neighbors, he still doesn’t know your name. “can i help you?”
“my dog’s nipples are swollen,” you snap without so much as a ‘hello.’
definitely not what he was expecting. “uh, okay?”
“she’s gained over ten pounds.”
he cocks his head. “that sounds–”
“like she’s pregnant? maybe that’s because your mutt knocked her up!”
HAIKYUU!! WEEK 2020 | Day Three: Favourite Team
“Yep, as orderly as a squawking flock of crows.”
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𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ ﹗JINX X GN!READER 𖦆 ֺ ָ
summary ;; Jinx comes back from a big fight and needs comfort
warnings ;; strong language, mentions of guns, blood, bombs
"(Y/N)?" A familiar voice called as you silently inspected one of Jinx's bombs. "Jinx?" You shouted back, standing up from your seat and following the sound of Jinx's voice.
"Hey, sweet face." Jinx mumbled, lazily wrapping her arms around you and leaning against you. "Welcome back, love." You smiled softly.
"How'd it go?" You asked, leading the blue haired girl to your shared bed. "It went alright." Jinx responded, following behind you. You sat on the bed, pulling Jinx to sit beside you.
"I just wanna chill out." She sighed, laying down and grabbing your hand. She pulled you into her, resting your face beside her and wrapping her limbs around you.
"Sweet face?" She mumbled, her grip around you tightening. "Yeah?" You hummed, burying your face into her neck.
"You won't leave me, will ya, toots?" She asked quietly, almost whispering. You heart sank at her question. You loved Jinx with your whole heart, you hated it when she asked questions like this.
"Of course not, Jinx. I love you more than anything imaginable. I couldn't bear to leave you." You answered, placing a kiss on her cheek.
She remained silent for a moment before sitting up, holding you close to her on her lap and mumbling something into your neck.
"I love you, (Y/N)." She spoke, placing a peck on your lips. "I love you too, Jinx." You smiled, wrapping your arms around her neck and returning the small kiss.
"Wanna tell me about it, or do you wanna hear about my day?" You asked with a kind smile, putting a small smile on Jinx's face.
"Tell me about your day." She responded, tilting her head to the side as you began telling her about your uneventful day.
It didn't matter to her that it was uneventful, she wasn't even really listening. She was just staring lovingly at you. She was glad to have you, especially after being abandoned by Vi all those years ago.
After you finished talking, she yawned and tugged your sleeve. "Take a nap with me?" She asked, giving you a cheeky grin. "Oh, fine." You responded.
She instantly flipped down the covers and got comfortable, covering the two of you with the blanket shortly after and cuddling up to you with a satisfied sigh.
You were the only person who got to see her like this, so of course she was gonna make the most of it.
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ONE TOO MANY LEVELS
characters -> bokuto koutarou
summary -> after receiving a vibrator as a gag gift from you, bokuto puts it to use, only to knock the remote off of his nightstand and turn it all the way up
warnings -> NSFW / MDNI, dom!gn!reader, overstimulation, vouyerism (NONCON when it happens but neither party is actually hurt by it), sort of solo bokuto until the end
notes -> i'm gonna be honest, i have no clue how to tag this, but it's not as dark as the warnings make it seem
bokuto knew that you had given him the vibrator as a gag gift. he also knew based off of the bright laughter that left your lips, that he looked very flustered. "relax, big boy," you had said, "i'm messing with you. here's your real gift," and you gave him a second bag.
after a few weeks of the wireless vibrator sitting at the bottom of a drawer and plaguing his thoughts, he decided to take it out and give it a go, and it wasn't long before he was laying back on his bed with two knuckles slicked with lube in his ass. even with his own careful prodding against his prostate, he would gasp and shake, but bokuto never claimed to be a patient man.
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