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My thoughts are running in circles.

Always taking me to the same place.

I have no reason to stay.

I have no courage to just end this.

I wish a little prayer could cure this.

I wish my faith could give me a reason to stay.

I wish a person could be my reason to stay.

But this is not the case.

                                𖥻 MIYA, ATSUMU !

TITLE College Girl Learns To Suck & Blow

RATING ★ ★ ☆ — NSFW CONTENT

WARNINGS Explicit Language, Fratboy!Atsumu, F!Reader, Rough Asphyxiation, Minor Degradation (towards Reader & Atsumu), Spitting, The Word Daddy One Time, Under The Influence Sex (a little), Rough Sex, Kinda Public S*x But Not Really,

WORD COUNT 4.7K Words

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When Atsumu Miya promised you he would ruin your entire life in the 7th grade, you didn’t think he’d meant those words as much as he really did.

Sure, you both had a deep (and oddly unreasonable) hatred for each other that usually put poor Osamu in a tough pickle. Besides that though, you couldn’t help but carry this disdain for the faux blond through the many (unfortunate) years of familiarization.

He’d always been so arrogant, glancing down at you with his nose turned up towards the site of your charmingly hideous recreation of the Statue of Liberty for art class, always telling you that you weren’t fast enough with your shitty legs so you never got the grace of sitting down next to ‘Samu, and never giving you as much as a second look when his brother wasn’t in his vicinity.

At first, you wanted to get him to like you. Why wouldn’t you? He was the boy you’ve had a crush on since before puberty’s brother and it was in your best interest to get along with him.

The only issue? It was Miya Atsumu for Christ’s sake.

Don’t even start with the minute he realized he was hot shit in Volleyball. It was almost like clockwork, where the arrogance just extended into dark malicious wings that spread over you and gave you two options: deal with the attitude to be in Samu’s presence, or leave.

The latter was never an option though.

The world stopped spinning on its axis in the 11th grade though, when a change in your dynamics (that you can’t quite figure out) caused the rivalry to revert into nothing more than harsher than socially accepted jokes and a small petal of smiles hoping to blossom into a friendship.

Eventually it happened, causing you to be a bit more comfortable with the blond, or at least comfortable enough to show up to one of his fraternity’s (or more like sports club, but ‘Tsumu really wanted the full college experience so he demanded everyone called it Delta Ball which was really dumb if you asked ‘Samu) party tonight.

You weren’t one to dress up, but it was your senior year at the University and why not go all out for one of the last parties of the year?

The little black dress you had on did nothing to hide you, confidently walking through the house as if it was your own (because it basically was, you never went to the parties but you always seemed to be there) with your head held high.

At least, you were for the first 30 minutes to an hour before the (many) drinks you downed began to settle in. Whether it be the constant little snarky yet flirtatious remake thrown to whoever caught it, to the dance moves you’d probably rather burn alive than do sober— you were having the time of your life.

“Well whatta’ we have here, Bo’?”

Keyword, were.

The drink in your hand found itself sliding down your throat faster than before, the idea of being closer to drunk to communicate with Atsumu being the best one yet. You turned around excruciatingly slow, two towering buff varsity players smirking down at you with nothing but mischief.

“Bokuto, please don’t participate in his bullshit.” You announced, dull face hiding the small glint of excitement bubbling in your stomach.

Okay, so maybe the faint rivalry started to drift away and something a bit more started to grow for the other, other twin. Sure, Samu was nice, funny, chill, and an amazing cook— but it was something about Atsumu’s way of being both clumsy and extremely diligent, dorky and cocky, and funny and corny at the same time that started to make you think of him in other ways that wasn’t clouded in wrath.

He always challenged you, meeting your snarky remarks with equally sarcastic ones, innocently flirting with you in ways that you knew he only did to get under your skin, and grew into his looks a lot more once he started consistently playing volleyball.

His dialect got a bit stronger (especially cause he was a bit drunk at this exact moment), and his cheeks were flushed enough to make you want to see what they’d look like panting with sweat—

“Don’t ya’ go all goldfish now, this is serious!” The setter whined, his babyish persona making you roll your eyes and lean into Bokuto’s large chest in exasperation.

You almost missed the way his eyes raced towards your movement and back over to your face with a bit more of a furrow to his thick eyebrows— almost.

“C’mon Y/N! I really want you to come play this game with us!” Bo’s large voice boomed through the bass in his chest, your ears ringing and a smile just having to replace your frown because it’s Bokuto we’re talking about.

“Anyone gonna tell me about the game?” Your slightly tipsy voice questions as you adjust the bottom of your ever-rising dress and swing whatever was left in your solo cup to see if it did something, anything, to it’s remains.

“Oh it’s—”

“You’ll see, darlin’!”

You could hear it in Atsumu’s voice— something that wasn’t supposed to happen was definitely about to happen. And you knew you should probably turn around and demand Bokuto spills it since it isn’t in his nature to lie to anyone about such a thing, but the alcohol caused you to (almost) smirk in utter excitement.

At least, you were until you realized exactly what you were getting into when you walked over into the kitchen.

“There’s no way I’m doing this.” You stated factually, eyes blinking long and hard at the audacity of the silver haired ace and idiot setter. “There’s just no way.”

“Please Y/N! Pretty please!”

Suck and Blow. A cursed game that did nothing but give you traumatic experiences with traumatic people in the past for you. To say the least, it was like hell reincarnated into a single card that spread around a circle of people and gave you a grave amount of anxiety and embarrassment, no matter how nonchalant you were.

“I’m not getting mono just cause you guys need another player.” Your words slip through your lips faster than you could stop them. Sometimes you didn’t mean to be so mean, but when put in a predicament like this— it was nothing short of necessary.

“Just one round, it’s all we’re asking for!” Bokuto’s voice exclaimed, his hair deflating in just the slightest way that you knew you couldn’t ignore. Curse Atsumu and his knowledge of your weakness for the sweet boy.

You paused, not wanting to give Atsumu the satisfaction of knowing your mind was already made up the minute Bokuto started emoing out. You hated when they both teamed up like this, you really did. “I’m not standing next to that fucking weirdo that got his tonsils removed.”

You crinkle your nose at the thought, chugging down the leftover drink and tossing the empty cup onto the marble kitchen counter. Deep breaths, you thought, it’s just suck and blow.

“Stop being such a pussy,” you mumbled, “it’s suck and blow.”

“Wanna try either one of those on me later, princess?”

Atsumu’s voice was rough, the dialect mumbling into your ear in a way to where you could practically rip the stupid smirk off his (secretly blushing) face that was just a few centimeters away from yours. You knew you loved it, the attention the blond gave you that he never really did to other girls. And you ate it right up.

“You’re gonna end up eating both those words and something else tonight.” Your voice aired into his ear, a small nibble onto his earlobe being the finishing touch as you didn’t bother to watch his reaction.

Were you screaming internally? Yes. Was your face starting to grow hot from the two oral innuendos being thrown into the air? Absolutely. Were you going to give Atsumu the satisfaction of knowing it got to you though? Hell the fuck no.

At least, if you didn’t show it, then Atsumu definitely did. His red cheeks and widened eyes were a tell all, the bright brown irises uncontrollably zooming over your figure again and again in a way that would’ve made Osamu disgusted if he wasn’t off somewhere playing beer pong somewhere with Suna.

You walked closer towards the circle, Bokuto and you being separated by someone you knew to be in your Literature II class to your right, and Atsumu’s body not daring to let anything come between either of you. It took a lot of mental convincing that he only did it because he knew ‘Samu would have his head if he let anyone cop a feel during Suck and Blow. What other reason could there possibly be (other than the fact that the two of you wanted to do nothing more than ravage one another)?

“So everyone understands the rules right?”

You snap yourself out of your thoughts, not even realizing the round had started quicker than you anticipated. It started with a few people you could recognize by face, quickly reaching Atsumu and getting closer to you.

You had expected him to purposely fuck the entire game up, or at least had some hope that it would, and press his lips onto yours out of spite. It never came though, the feeling of the plastic card touching your lips and guiltily bringing a slight (almost non-existent) damper on your mood. Your mouth presses roughly onto the card, passing it over to the next person and watching as the card continues to travel though the circle past Bokuto.

“Surprised ya’ held onto it for that long.” Atsumu teases, his words once again close to your ears in a way that brought chills down your spine. You couldn’t tell where the surge of attraction for him came from, but it was almost surreal feeling it in action.

“What can I say?” You smile, leaning your head onto his shoulder to bring your lips over to him yet again. “I’m just really good at sucking.”

It wasn’t out of character for either of you to shoot harmless jokes towards each other. What was, though, was for you to throw back flirtatious remarks Atsumu threw at you with a blind eye. He wasn’t used to hearing you retaliate in a way that didn’t intend to hurt his feelings. And he’d be lying like a sinner if he said he didn’t love it.

The card reached over towards Atsumu again, your eyes closing in preparation for the plastic to touch your lips once again.

It never came though, and you were going to open your mouth to release a smart remark until you were met with the warmth of what you took to be the blond’s tongue. It was almost out of a movie, his arm wrapping around your neck so smoothly, you would’ve believed this was his plan all along. All around, people began to hoot and holler at the view in front of them, but you couldn’t bring it upon yourself to hear them.

All you could think about was how annoying Atsumu was for trying to get all the attention on him during a very intense first round. Sure, it was extremely hot and he was a really good kisser (no really, he was, and by the way the two of you shoved and sucked onto the others tongue, it was very much mutual), but you weren’t going to go down in history like the girl who froze in time when the Atsumu Miya planted one right on her lips.

So with that, your hand softly trailed its way up his toned torso, to his chest, up into his hair only to pull him back by his soft locks and stare blankly (and embarrassingly) at him. “God, ‘Tsumu. Can you suck?”

Your voice was dry, raspily slipping through your lips as you tilted his head on your own command with your right hand. Before he could give you his own cocky retort, Bokuto’s loud hands clapped over the music.

“Okay you two, you know the rules!” He announces, grabbing the two of you with his hands (and shooting a very obvious, far from subtle wink to the setter next to you) and dragging you towards the pantry on the other side of him.

“Seven minutes!” Bokuto proudly yells, and not a single protest could slip from your freshly used lips before he slams the pantry door closed and cuts off all signs of light from the outside.

Now, drunken you (and horny you) would’ve been ecstatic about being locked in a fraternity pantry with a hot star athlete whose muscles almost popped out the sleeves of his t-shirt. The you at this exact moment though, was nearly shivering in anger and utter embarrassment.

“You’re such a dick.” You mumble, rolling your eyes as you turn over towards the blond and feel the rest of your harsh words get stuck behind the tongue that nearly lolled out from your lips at the sight.

There stood Atsumu, a blush on his cheeks and nose, as well as a smirk that made your panties feel like a burden between your thighs. The chain resting on his neck brought a heartbeat to somewhere that wasn’t located on your chest, and before you knew it, you realized you really wanted to fuck Atsumu Miya right now.

And before you could take back your thoughts and ruin something that probably (definitely) shouldn’t start, you found your body moving on it’s own (and by the help of Atsumu’s now rough grip on your waist, as well as the fingers you had wrapped around his silver chain) to his warm frame and crashing your lips together with nothing else to say.

Experiencing it once took you off guard. This time though, it was almost as if fighting each other with your tongues was the only way for either of you to survive. His hands began to wander around you, a groan slipping through his throat into yours and swallowing up your rational thoughts completely because if there was anything in this world you wanted to do, it was to evoke that sound out of this man again.

“‘Tsumu.” You broke away, nothing but the sound of your pants for air surrounding the (now super tiny) pantry and Atsumu’s lips smacking across your jaw and over to your neck greedily.

“Keep sayin’ it darlin’.” He muttered into your neck, a whimper leaving your lips once he sunk his canine-like teeth into the soft skin between your shoulder blade and neck.

“I really want to,” which was true, “but I’d rather you hear me do it in your room.”

Everything stopped (or at least everything in the pantry), and you realized this excited him when something began to rub against your body that was much too close to be comfortable to Atsumu. There goes yet another reason for you to lose your panties.

You had an epiphany the moment Atsumu’s large frame nearly broke the pantry door down and practically carried you out the door.

You couldn’t even pay attention to the comments and loud boisterous noises being made by his friends as he dragged you through heaps of people and closer towards the stairs. You had a second to breathe, the sexual tension taking up so much of your mind that words were difficult to form in a perfectly strung sentence. At least, you couldn’t until you felt Atsumu’s strong arms grip onto the back of your knees and your back in a way that literally dropped you into his arms.

“Idiot, can I get a warning before you try flashing me to the entire house!” You frowned, your drunken anger subsiding the arousal and bringing you slightly back down to Earth. Atsumu only smirked down at you, nearly skipping steps up onto the emptier second floor of the house.

“Princesses should never have to walk up some stairs.”

You wanted to blush, you really did because since when did Atsumu Miya drop bombs like that on you? But the flash coming from two devices at the foot of the stairs brought your spinning head past his arms and making eye contact with none other than Suna Rintarō and Osamu Miya and you knew at this point you were too far gone. Giving them the middle finger, both your bodies disappeared up the stairs and into the third bedroom to the right, Atsumu’s bedroom.

The lights were already off, and you didn’t waste any time before slamming the large framed boy against his own door and bringing his lips back to yours.

“Eager huh?” He smirked between your lips, and you nearly moaned when his large hands dragged their way down to your ass and gave your cheek a rough smack followed by an equally tightly gripped squeeze. The motions spread your ass further apart, the sensation of cool air seeping between your legs and onto an area begging for attention.

“Shut the fuck up, please.”

Your words were harsh, but you paid it no mind as you used the arms rubbing his muscular torso to pull his white shirt over his head and kick your shoes off somewhere in the corner. Atsumu took this time to take off his jeans, a print you couldn’t even mentally measure haunting you in a way that only excited you for what’s about to come.

Atsumu knew deep in his heart that he tried his hardest to not rip your dress. He really did. He knew it cost you money, and he knew you probably really liked it enough to wear it to one of the last parties of the year. He, on the other hand, loved it too much to ever be able to physically see it on you again. So with that being said, the sound of fabric ripping and growing looser on your body brought a scowl to your panting face.

“You’re buying—”

“I’ll buy ya’ a thousand of these once we get rich, for now,” he interrupts, ripping the rest of the dress off and nearly foaming at his mouth from the sight of you with nothing on, “lemme drill ya’ into my mattress please.”

His words weren’t taken lightly, and an involuntary whine escaped your lips as you found yourself wrapping your legs against his bare waist. You both clashed your lips together once more as if you couldn’t find it within yourselves to separate, and if you had a chance, you wouldn’t stop.

Sure, Atsumu’s always been good at a lot of things. But kissing? Kissing might just take the cake. Before you could finish though, you feel his calloused hands slide it’s way up your bare chest and towards your neck with some grip. The hand choking you threw you against his extremely soft mattress, and you gasped in surprise at his rough actions. Almost instinctively, you scrambled to pull your panties off and leave you bare and uncaring against the white of his sheets practically dripping down onto them.

He couldn’t see you, but he could make out the glistening sweetness pooling between your thighs and the way your chest heaved up and down and Atsumu realized he’s successfully lived to tell the tale of what Heaven looks like in the flesh.

“Just fuck me please,” you said, the rasp in your voice bringing Atsumu’s attention over to your face twisted in nothing but arousal. He wanted to listen to you, he really did, but he also knew it wasn’t the right thing to do yet.

“I wanna, sweets, but ya’—”

You disregarded anything further, the heartbeat between your thighs only growing as you pulled his briefs down and exposed something you’d always thought about.

Now, you have been with your fair share of men, especially now that you’re in college. A lot of them were pretty average, a few all star players being more hung than others. Atsumu though, was unlike anyone or anything you’d ever seen. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t drool a bit at the sight. It curved perfectly as it slapped harshly against his stomach. From its extensive girth, to its perfectly looking veins running up and blending into the swollen looking mushroomed tip you envisioned choking on— you finally concluded that literally everything was perfect on Atsumu Miya.

“Like whatcha’ see?” He smirks, using a hand on your neck again to push you into the mattress and press his bare skin into your own and drive you insane. You smiled condescendingly in response while your hand dragged its way between your bodies and directly onto his (overly) thick erection.

He was painfully hard, leaking with precum as a small whimper slipped through his throat and into your mouth.“You’re a noisy one, aren’t you?” You tease slyly.

Your words fell on deaf ears, an equally sarcastic response not being able to make its way out Atsumu’s mouth as you slipped him inside you in just one shove. Your body began to feel full already, half of him slipping through your velvety walls and bringing a vein to the blond’s neck.

“Fuck,” he groans, eyes fluttering shit as his mouth stood agape and you decided that fucking Atsumu Miya was enough for you to die in peace.

The rest of him slipped inside, agonizingly slow enough to make you whimper in his ear at the fullness inside you. You were pretty sure if you could, you could watch him bulge through your tummy.

The fullness left you even dizzier than the alcohol, hands grasping at his (impressively) muscular frame and biting your lip harshly. “‘Tsumu, too big.”

Your whimpers cried out, eyes hardly being able to stay open as he began to move in and out of you at a slow and gentle pace. He did nothing but watch your face struggle to find itself yet again, legs already shaking at the slow pattern he hit with your squelching heat.

“Never felt a pussy this wet before,” he groaned, using an arm to grip onto your chin harshly and force you to face him. The room began to spin again, nothing but hazel brown iris shrinking you underneath his towering frame, “let me know when yer’ ready.”

Words tried but couldn’t fall out, nodding your head and releasing a loud moan when Atsumu backed all the way out and pounded his way back into you like nothing. The change in pace caused you to gasp loudly, sitting your torso up slightly and watching the way his dick disappeared in and out of you with more wetness stuck to it then before.

“Fuck, ‘Tsumu.” Your voice dragged out, a loud moan escaping when he began to piston in and out of you at a rougher pace. His hands couldn’t leave your body, gripping your waist, your neck, and finally landing inside your mouth to pry it wide open with two thick fingers.

“Open up.” He demanded, your tongue lollying out per his orders without even a second guess.

It was like he was taunting you, your breasts moving up and down with each thrust you couldn’t think straight so you had no choice but to do what he said. With a lustful glimmer in his eyes, he trailed his other hand down to the wetness trailing down your thigh creating all the noise in the world.

He collected it on his finger, sucking it loud enough to cover the thrusts filling your head and making you moan at the sight of him drinking you up like you were water in a dessert. With your mouth still open, moans couldn’t stop coming out from your lips: Atsumu’s eyes found yours, spitting a mixture of his saliva and your juices onto your tongue and releasing your tongue from his grip.

“Be a good girl fer’ me, baby.” He said, groaning at the end of some words from the sensation of being pulled back into you every time he backed out.

Your eyes rolled back, swallowing and letting him see everything was all gone.

“Your good girl, ‘Tsumu,” you whimpered out, the feeling of how quick he was bottoming in and out of you nearly giving you whiplash. Your hand that wasn’t gripping onto his arm, found it’s way over to his hand and gestured it weakly across your face. You wanted him to smack you, and by the way he started smirking with pleasure, you knew he wanted to smack you too.

“That’s right princess,” he moaned, taking his hand from your grasp and roughly smacking it across your face. The sensation brought goosebumps to your skin, twitching underneath him and starting to feel that bubbling sensation in your stomach you were all too familiar with.

The overstimulation became too much, your fingers making their way down from his overbearing frame to your pulsating clitoris begging for a fraction of attention. You were reaching an edge you were unfamiliar with, so much stimulation causing jolts to run through your body enough to practically make you see stars. From the groans slipping out his lips, to the way he manhandled your pussy to where the sounds were heard above the music— Atsumu Miya had successfully ruined everyone else for you. He had done the impossible.

“I’m gonna—” your words hesitated, the rest not even being able to come out because Atsumu’s hand slipped its way over to your neck and held you with a practically coma-inducing strength.

The stars once clouding your vision came once again, and it almost felt as if you had slipped into an all white dystopia of pure and utter pleasure. Cumming was out the question, you were orgasming longer than you could even believe was possible. Your entire body convulsed around him, gripping so tight it almost hurt if it wasn’t for how wet you were.

Your eyes rolled back, mouth agape and drool slipping out from the tip of your tongue and Atsumu himself realized you had ruined everyone else for him if it meant he’d be able to see that face whenever he had sex.

You were hypnotic, the sensation of your throbbing pussy clenching him in and out enough to drive the man insane.

“Fuck, fuck.” he barely strung together, veins throbbing through his neck and bringing you back to a state of consciousness.

“Harder, please daddy.”

That was the last straw for Atsumu Miya. He could no longer hold in the inevitable— you had made his toes curl at that point.

As quick as you said the words, his body pounded into you, your arms wrapping around his body and bringing his lips to yours. Your lips sloppy smacked against each other, tongues clashing and teeth gnawing at one another as he found himself shaking within you. His cum gushed through your hole, seeping out as gripped onto your neck just as tight as he did before.

“Y/N, fuck please, please.” He begged into your mouth, cumming for the longest Atsumu believes he’s ever came.

With deep (and struggling) breaths for air, Atsumu collapsed on top of you with nothing but an ‘oof’ to show his apologizes. His cock was still within you, only slightly softening and finding its home within your white painted walls. Nothing but your pants for air and the loud bass of music covered your ears, and you slowly found yourself ascending back down to earth from your inhumane high.

“That was…” you rasped out, voice nearly incoherent if Atsumu’s ear hadn’t already been pressed between your neck and the feathery pillow below you.

“You can’t fuck anyone else.” He muttered, words being lost between the sweat on your shoulders and the heart bear ringing in your ear.

You raise an eyebrow at him, wondering where the suddenness came from (even though he literally just came in you and you mentally decided you were inlove with him). “And why not?”

“‘Cause ya’ can’t just go around givin’ me competition.”

Atsumu’s voice was near a whine, cracking at the end of every syllable and bringing a small faint blush to your cheeks (you were sure you couldn’t see it, but you were also sure it was there).

“Is this you saying you wanna’ be the only one to do that, ‘Tsumu?” Your voice was light, still nearly lost but ringing with a warm tease soft enough to bring a certain unmissed redness to the tip of his ears.

“Shut yer’ trap.”

                             © 444TSUMU 2021

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— nsfw // f. reader + (milf fucker extraordinaire) hitoshi shinso 

— nipple play + fingering + thigh riding + manhandling + exhibitionism + breeding + mentions of: infidelity + motherhood + drug use

— written for the milf fuckers collab | hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting​  

 — 5.6k words

today is a new day.

today, hitoshi shinso sits easy, sprawled out on your plush, ivory, chaise lounge, with his legs spread just wide enough that you might venture to plant yourself between them.

a familiar, stale whiff of remorse tickles your throat as you breathe him in, the smell of his cologne muddled with the earthy stench of weed, fumes clinging to his hair. he hasn’t smoked today, and he hasn’t touched you yet; he doesn’t have to.

this is not the first time this has happened.

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feeling blue 🌧️ i'm in my chicken man feelings rn

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Kaeya x Reader (Drabble)

word count: 1.2k

summary: when your friend with benefits has a nightmare you have to look after them, right?

warnings: mentions of nightmares, aftermath of nsfw activity but no actual nsfw-- all fic content begins below the cut for this reason just to be safe, friends-with-benefits situations, slight angst, hurt/comfort, possibly a little ooc

this came from a concept i had that i got a little carried away with! listen i am all for the concept of kaeya being a flirtatious player, it's literally canon, but soft kaeya falling in love with his best friend (who he ended up being fwb with bc he didn't realise it was love he was feeling)? im thriving on it.

Heart pounding out of your chest, you try to catch your breath as you come down from the high of the last hour. Kaeya watches you look across to the other side of the bed and gaze over at him, still a little drunk off of your afterglow. 

"Satisfied?" He asks with a smug grin, propped up on one elbow.

You nod, breath finally returning to you. "You never fail to disappoint."

"Neither do you, my dear."

You shift as if you're about to get up, like you usually do around this time, and Kaeya moves to do the same. When you stop and laugh, simply laying back down and relaxing your head back against your crossed arms, he purses his lips in confusion.

"Not leaving straight after this time?" He isn't disappointed by this turn of events, merely curious. It isn't like he would mind sharing the bed with you for the night, you've just never stayed before. 

"Let me stay the night and I'll make you breakfast to make up for it, hmm?" You offer, eyes already closing as you move into a more comfortable laying position. 

"Well I can't say no to that," he concedes. Clearly you must have been tired to want to stay for once, or maybe you feel guilty about always leaving straight after and want to wait until he's asleep first- you've done it before. It's hard for him to tell how you're feeling sometimes.

In your triumph, you let sleep take you. Kaeya watches for a moment longer, before following suit. 

You'll be gone by the morning, you always are.

It's a decent few hours after that interaction that Kaeya wakes up. The moon is high in the sky, filtering in through the window to provide the tiniest covering of light. 

The first thing he notices is that he isn't alone. 

You've often joked in the past that you'll stay the entire night, pretend to fall asleep, then leave after an hour or so. You've never stayed. So, this time, Kaeya is left confused as to why you have. 

Your past dalliances have only ever been that- flings. The pair of you are close friends outside of them, sure, but there hasn't ever been anything more to it than that. You promised that once when another mutual friend asked what was going on between you.  

So why are you here now?

He doesn't get enough time to figure that out, however, when he notices you tossing and turning in your sleep. You must be having a nightmare, he concludes, as he considers waking you. 

Doing that could make you lash out, accidentally, and possibly do yourself damage in the process. Though letting you stay in a state that is clearly causing you discomfort isn't a very appealing option to him either. 

Making a final decision, he calls your name gently. Rousing you from your sleep this way should be less harmful, but if you don't hear it he knows he will have to resort to something else.

Luckily, you stir. You bolt upright. Your hands grip into the sheets below you, bunching the fabric up into tiny balls. 

Kaeya shushes you, calling your name softly again, telling you that he's here for you. Everything is going to be okay. There are tears streaming out of the corner of your eyes, but you ignore them as you blearily look over at the man beside you. 

He hasn't seen you like this before. Possibly once or twice you've been upset, even less frequently have you been scared, but there you sit in front of him with a trembling figure and stained face.

And there's nothing else he wants to do more than hold you close to him. 

So, he does. He shuffles to sit beside you- he doesn't want to move you around any more than necessary- and he wraps his arms around your shoulders. You relax into the touch, leaning your head back against his chest. The tears don't stop falling. 

In fact, they almost seem like they're coming more freely now. As if you don't feel like you have to hold them back. Kaeya hopes that it is because this is helping you. 

"Is this why you never stay the night?" He asks, keeping his tone light, trying to make it sound like a joke. It only half is.

"I didn't mean to wake you up with this, I'm sorry," you manage to get out between breaths. "It was just a bad dream, I'm okay, I promise."

"Must have been one awful dream to get you worked up like this," he comments. "You know you can talk to me if you're upset about something, right?"

He cares about you. He knows he does, he wouldn't give you the time of day otherwise. Much less would he have let you into his bed. For all he jokes and flirts around, you're the first person in a long time that he's trusted enough to have this sort of intimacy with- let alone to make the effort to keep the situation exactly the way you wanted it to be instead of trying to push your boundaries and ask for more. 

Since when did he want more?

From the start, he's been more than happy just keeping the whole friends-with-benefits thing as just that. Yes, he would probably class you as his best friend. Does that suddenly change things? Do you have to be friends that are only as casual as the sex you have when it's a situation like this? The answer that pops up is no, so why does he want more specifically with you?

There are too many questions for him, most of which he decides need to be answered some other time. In the moment, all that's important is making sure that you're safe. 

 "I dreamed that I lost you."

The words don't register at first. 

"Me?" He asks, confused.

"Yes you," you sigh. "I was having a nightmare that you left and I couldn't get you back."

"I'm not going anywhere, darling." He holds you tighter, gently squeezing you to prove his point. He presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"You promise?" You turn around in his arms to face him and in that moment he swears he's never looked at a more beautiful person in his life. 

You look like a mess, eyes puffy and leftover tears making their final escape across your jaw. Your nose looks like it was probably running a moment earlier, proven when you take a harsh breath in through it. To put it simply, you look a wreck.

But he loves you, it hits him like a sack of bricks. He loves you so much and even when you look like this you're the most attractive person on the planet. 

He won't tell you yet, that seems like too much to handle at the moment given the stress you're experiencing. He will soon, though, when the time feels right. 

You'll find out, Kaeya decides, when he can tell you properly. For now, he presses another kiss atop your head and leans his forehead against yours, letting his eyes close as he hears your breathing begin to steady and your body stop shaking. 

"I promise."

💕 How the Bachelors Propose to You:

Alex: He would bring you near the bathhouse late one fall evening. After spending some time in the warm water surrounded by each other’s arms, he would take out the mermaids pendant and put it on you. The two of you would stay in the bathhouse alone, listening to the sounds of the water and looking out at the moon through the windows.

Elliott: Elliott would take you to the beach one night, walking barefoot in the sand by the water. He would slowly start dancing with you, whispering how much he loves you and how much you mean to him. He will get on one knee and take out the mermaids pendant, looking into your eyes and taking in how amazing you look in the moonlight. After he puts it on you, the two of you continue to slowly dance by the water.

Harvey: Harvey is extremely shy, he’s scared to tell you how he feels as he fears being rejected. Instead of using his words, he will bring you to his house one night, his apartment decorated with cute fairy lights and flowers everywhere. He will pretend to show you a model plane he’s working on only for you to find the pendant on it. Finding courage, he will explain why he wants to marry you and why you mean so much to him. He puts the pendant on you and Harvey plays calming music while you eat dinner together and talk about how you both feel.

Sam: Sam will invite you to his house one night, bringing you into his bedroom and letting you sit on his bed while he plays an instrumental song on acoustic guitar. You both enjoy sitting in the room and focusing on the music. All of a sudden Sam stops playing the guitar, asking you to go into his bin of guitar pics and get him one. You look in the bin to find the mermaids pendant in there. He laughs, enjoying the surprise on your face. You say yes, hugging him and putting on the pendant. You ask him to play a couple songs for you and he gladly plays them.

Sebastian: He will take you on a ride on his motorcycle while the sun is setting. He loves to watch your hair blow in the wind in his mirror while he is driving, taking in your content and relaxed face as you enjoy the fresh hair. He takes you to a nice spot on top of a hill, looking out to a lake. He will talk to you about how he feels so much happier being with you and how he feels like he has more of a purpose now that you two are together. He talks about how he never wants the feeling to go away, and then proposes to you. He holds you the entire evening, not wanting to let you go. Every so often he will give you kisses and whisper how much you mean to him. He’ll let you wear his sweater to keep you warm. He wants to make sure you are comfortable.

Shane: Shane tries to fall asleep during a thunderstorm but can’t, having a trauma response to the sound of thunder from when he was at the cliffs. His mind goes dark until he reminds himself that you are with him and you made his life so much better. He realizes that the thoughts aren’t enough and he needs you with him. He goes to your farm, knocking on the door quickly. As you open the door, he’s drenched from the rain. He instantly kisses you passionately, then gets on one knee. He pulls out the pendant, trying to find the words to say, and before he could say anything, you kiss him for what feels like minutes. You put the pendant on and kiss him, saying yes with every peck.

Congratulation for your 200 followers!!!🥳🥳I love your writing so much 🥰. Could I request a short scenario for kid and killer with #13 #22 #49 I'm such a sucker for this two🥴 THANKSSS

Hi!! thank u so much!! To fulfil this request I thought about continuing with a second part from the “I want both” OS. You can read first part here.

Thank u for requesting and being part 💖~

NSFW ~ Part 2 ~ Eustass Kid x Killer x F! Reader ~ I Want Both [Threesome]

Kinks:

🌶 #13: Threesome 🌶 #22: Master/Slave 🌶 #49: Blindfolding

TW: NSFW. M/M/F. Kid x Killer action. Explicit. Master/slave dynamics. Blindfolding. Threesome. Oral sex. Vaginal sex. Cuckolding. Double penetration. Spanks

CW: 1.1K

Part 1

That night, the first night you three have been together, you thought that was going to be the last. Yet, a few days after, Kid, Killer and you decided to keep up with the “relationship”. Sex has never been better, and you have even been incorporating new kinks each night…

Killer has blindfolded you and left you waiting on Kid’s bed. Red satin sheets under your knees, your naked body awaiting to be devoured.

The sound of the door opening, and a slight ray of light hits the black fabric that covers your face. You are deprived from seeing, so the rest of your senses enhance. You hear the heavy boots of your lovers coming towards you.

The mattress moves when they two hop over it and you slightly lose balance. The warm breath of both men lingers over your neck, and playful hands squeeze both of your breasts. One of them, bites your neck. You squirm and moan softly. Kid’s voice whispers into your ear, “are you ready little slut?”.

You bite your lip as his raspy voice leaves your whole core tingling, “Yes, master”. A pair of lips kiss yours, and then others join. Three lascivious tongues sticking out curl and play with each other, little strings of saliva dripping from your mouths.

You are not allowed to touch unless told otherwise, but multiple hands play with your anatomy. Only gasps, moans and whines can be heard in the room. You don’t see, but you know they are touching each other too.

You can feel hair brushing over your left shoulder, identifying your blond lover, Killer. A single hand squeezes your right breast. And then two mouths start sucking and biting your nipples. You moan soundly, trying to stand still, but you fail miserably. And moving has consequences, your masters have ordered you not to move, and you just disobeyed them.

Killer grabs your hair pulling from it, throwing your head back. “Did I or Kid tell you to move?”. “No, master. I’m sorry”, you excuse yourself. “What happens if you don’t follow our orders, slave?” asks Kid, almost shouting into your ear. “I get punished” ...

You are thrown against the mattress, hitting your nose with it. Killer passes his arms under your pelvis and lifts your butt up. “Maintain yourself like this, and don’t move” he orders. “Yes, master”, you tell him. “I don’t really know if she is able to follow your orders, bro”, says Kid who then places his knee over your head. He pushes your head into the bed, and then, you get spanked, twice. Your ass cheeks burn, you can’t even properly breath. Your nails carve on the silky material of the sheets.

A last spank hits your ass before Killer tells you to stand up. You do it, clumsier because you can’t really see, but mainly because your butt hurts. Once you are on the floor, Kid tells you “Walk, bitch”, and you do as he tells while he grabs your back and guides you into the room. “On your knees”, he orders.

You slowly kneel on the carpet and wait for instructions. You hear Kid’s steps going towards the bed. The sound of zippers going down, and boots falling against the floor prepares you into what’s next. The bed squeaks when two heavy bodies flop on to it.

Lips smacking makes you imagine the image you may have in front of you. A wicked smile is drawn on your lips as you delightfully hear your two lovers make out passionately.

“Take off the fold”, Killer orders you. “Yes, master” you nod and slowly untie the knot on the back of your head. The black silky cloth slowly falls and the image of both men lying in bed, kissing and jerking each other's member welcomes back your eyes into the light. “Stay there, and look until I say so”, says Kid while he keeps stroking Killer’s swollen member.

Your lips softly part, you lick your lips, your mouth is watering. You fight against the need to take your hands to your core. The image of those men masturbating with each other, is making you burn.

After the both of them have successfully played with their members enough, they both look at you and Kid orders you to come crawling. You slither to the foot of the big bed. Their wounded, lean legs hang from bed, and they invite you to suck both of his cocks, moving them with their hands.

You begin with Kid’s tip, you kiss, lick, and suck it, under the intense gaze of your two masters. You then change to Killer’s. And while you delight them with your oral skills, they are back at making out, hot steamy kisses that got you touch-starved.

His bodies get one in front of the other, so you can suck their dicks at the same time and Killer can suck Kid’s nipples. They grunt, and you moan. Your chest goes up and down, your slit dripping wet from the arousal, you need to be pleased.

They stop and Killer calls you, “Y/N, come here, we gonna fuck you”. “Yes master”, you say excitedly and quickly jump to bed. “Spread your legs for me”, he says and attacks your core, sucking your clit while fingers you violently. Kid looks with a grin while jerking off.

Once your blond master is satisfied with your taste, and your hole has been perfectly stretched to fit both of their members, Killer lays his back over the mattress and tells you to sit over his dick. You do as he tells, crawling over, grabbing his dick, and guiding it inside of you. Once you are properly placed, next in making a move is your red haired master. He settles over you in between killer’s and your legs and slowly pushes his sex inside of you. Your walls stretch as you are holding both of them. You purr, and they start to pump synchronously in and out. The rubbing of your walls and their members sent the three of you to heaven.

Kid kisses your lips drowning his moans, and then as you tilt your head to the side he makes out with Killer. The thrusts, how fulfilled you feel, the pressure on your stomach and the smell of their sweaty bodies having you trapped motivates you to reach climax in just a few minutes. You scream their names repeatedly as you let yourself go in the pleasures of a big orgasm. Your lovers keep fucking you, overstimulating your whole body until they reach climax too, bathing your insides with their sweet seed.

Kid collapses over your body, and even if it's difficult for you to take a gasp of air, you just enjoy the pulsating sensation of both of them inside you.

Resting your bodies, returning breathing back to normal, just to get ready for next round. You smile pleased because you wanted both… and now you got them ♥ ~

Alpha Bakugou x Omega reader hcs

Warnings: none!

tags: omegaverse/abo

Let’s talk! Bakugou is a rough around the edges man so to speak, he probably needs that one source of energy to balance him out 

and that’s what you are, you most likely weren’t impressed by something he did and shrugged like “that’s cool ig” and he probably got all offended like an omega that wasn’t super in love with him? uh what’s this matrix shit

he probably got in your face and said some slick shit and you pulled him by his ear and told him it wasn’t nice to try an intimidate people and ever since then you guys’s paths kept crossing

I like the hc that his omega is a civilian and so he probably frequents where you work just to get a whiff of your scent

as time goes on eventually you guys start talking more and more and you start to notice the alpha as more of an alpha and potential mate instead of just some troublesome man who always pesters you

he asks you out

you say yes

and yup you guys hit it off

courting was pretty awkward tho bc you reduce Katsuki to a little boy again and he probably says things that don’t come out the way he means like 

your scent is attractive is probably him just being like “tch, you smell”

cue you being confused and slightly hurt and he’s just looking away blushing scolding himself like Kats get ur shirt together you are literally the number two hero

so it makes you think he isn’t interested (low-key hurt bc you actually really liked him) which leads you to throw yourself into work but he’s still popping by so how were you supposed to get over him? and if he wasn’t interested why constantly come see u? Uzggghhghr

But one day instead of coming alone he brings moral support, a man with  green hair and a man with red hair are outside your job shaking him and cheering him on which prompts you to go check on the situation 

“uh? You guys have been outside here for five minutes, everything okay?” 

he’s holding a small box from one of the most expensive jewelry stores in Japan and you’re so thrown off but extremely happy when he puts the necklace around your neck and asks if you wanted to begin courting and you and your omega are SCREAMING Internally ofc and you say yes

now, fast forward you Katsuki have been dating for a while and its so perfect y'all are literally the yin and yang symbol 

he has you everywhere with him, to hangout with his friends to take trips with his friends

so um a lot of time with his friends 

they love you tho y'all are akin to a pack and you all protect and care about each other. 

Tidsoptimist (Swedish) — (n) a person who is always late because they think have more time than they do; a time optimist

He always manages to make your blood boil.

Could you do bakugou reacting to his s/o giving birth and how he’d comfort her I’m a sucker for comfort

Bakugou would be so panicky, but not wanting to admit it

You can tell though, with the extra yelling and all

His face reads utter panic as you inform him of your water breaking

He’s moving quickly around the house, keeps an eye on you as much as he can

He’s juggling a million and one things all at the same time

Calling his agency to inform them that his paternity leave starts right fucking now

Somehow also calling Deku and Shitty Hair to cover for him for his patrol today

He’s getting your bag and scooping you up into the car in under two minutes

Has to double back though to get your shoes, because he was in such a rush

He’s supportive the whole time at the hospital though

Although, just a bit too loud

He’s yelling at the doctors and nurses every time yours or the baby’s heart rate starts beating too fast or too slow

You have to remind him that you’re the one that’s pregnant and hormonal, not him

He lets you squeeze the fuck out of his hand when you have to start pushing

He’s screaming more than you are

Kisses your head and mumbles about how great you did when you finally pop his precious little girl out

He commends you so much for pushing out his lil brat after being in labor for 13 hours 🥺