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sailor moon s | haruka tenou
"I would kill for you. I would die for you" would you take a break for me? Would you sit down and rest? For a day, a week, a year? Would you let others take care of your needs for me? Would you let yourself be held for me? By me?
OP i hope its okay to reblog with your additions bc they are good
not only is it okay, I think i'd like that very much, thank you.
First rule of reincarnation is to have insane sex with the guy who killed you last time
Idk i think some people miss the point of someone who's around my age lamenting that they've never dated or done anything or been in love, but really want to be. I saw someone who was 24 ask whether there was still hope for them (which I know is kinda dramatic), and the person who responded was like "do you have friends and family who love you and whom you love? Have you ever read a good book or eaten fruit or sat in the sunlight. Love is everyhwere 🥺❤️🥺❤️" and like yeah yeah I get that little love and platonic love is just as important as romantic and sexual love but really none of that changes the fact that that person and many others like them are desiring a specific kind of love under very specific circumstances and conditions. Loving your parents isn't the same as loving a significant other lol. And idk it feels patronizing or infantilizing I think, to see someone who's never been in a relationship and would like to experience that kind of bond with someone only to tell them "no actually you should love your friends and family and eat some good food ❤️" idk idk I understand the intentions but. People desire to be desired in specific ways. People want to feel desired sexually and Romantically and to know that they're wanted in those capacities. Yes it's not the only metric by which to measure one's value, but we're not being unrealistic or naive by desiring this. Yes all the other stuff is important but you would not tell someone who doesn't have friends not to worry about platonic love bc maybe they have an SO already and also the sun is shining and their parents love them and people are being kind for no reason. it's starting to get annoying
HAROLD PERRINEAU as Mercutio | ROMEO+JULIET (1996)
Overwritten; left unsaid
Part of my Wings of Pages collection
twitter links | jjk
afab for all links ! disclaimer im poc, but only could find these videos and i hope thats not much of a problem :(. no non-con, rough sex in megumis and tojis, vanilla in choso, itadori and kento!
this idea is completely credited to @/fairyhub
link [fucking virgin choso for the first time ]
link [hate sex with ex! megumi]
link [edging subby! itadori]
link [riding bestfriend! getou]
link [gojo makes you wear the blindfold]
link [you and toji before a party]
link [passionate sex with kento]
link [megumi fucking you good]
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👉👈 can we have more nsfw twitter links please 🙏
— ୨୧₊˚ 𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬
over 50 links featuring gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, choso, enjoy
𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎
Gojo making you ride him
Gojo inviting you, the shy girl, to his dorm
Gojo breeding you
Gojo fucking you from the back
Gojo taking you for a ride in his car
If you were looking for a sign to start smoking, this is it
Insecure men who don’t realise how long, fat, and perfect their cocks really are until they push into you and you are gasping at the way they are splitting you open, and clawing at their back as they fill up every inch of you.
"He's late."
"He's never late," you say brushing off Iwaizumi's concern.
"Well then today he breaks that streak because he's not here."
Juggling your bag, coffee, and keys, you press your shoulder to your ear holding the phone so you can keep talking.
"This is Kageyama Tobio and volleyball we're talking about here, Iwaizumi. I'm sure he's already there and you just haven't noticed him."
"Do you think that little of me?" he asks with a touch of insult. "I've checked everywhere. Practice started half-an-hour ago and he's not here."
You exhale in an angry, silent growl.
You just wanted one morning--one morning--where you could go to a doctor's appointment and the men's national team could function like the adults they are
but no.
Thinking you could go to the stadium late, sneak in an hour of alone time and uninterrupted work after the appointment was destroyed by another problem.
Another day.
Another struggle.
"No one's heard anything from him and he's not answering his phone... I wouldn't have called you if it wasn't an emergency," Iwaizumi assures you and you believe it.
It's not like Kageyama to be late for anything related to volleyball. As your key slides into the lock your irritation at being interrupted shifts to worry.
What of something did happen to Tobio?
"It's okay Iwa," you reassure him. "We'll find him and I'm sure he's going to be fine...just a silly mix-up is all."
He huffs, his form of a worried sigh. "Just let me know as soon as you do."
"I will."
Your door swings open as you hang up and the empty quiet of your apartment echoes the growing fear in your chest as your mind stays focused shifting into overdrive to make a plan to find him, to think of all the places he could be, could have gone, could have done, could have--
"Tobio?"
You stop abruptly, bag slumping off your shoulder as the door slams shut.
"Shhh!" He flinches, finger over his lips, and gestures his blue eyes down to his lap.
His lap.
You frown, heart pounding in surprise and relief, then confusion as you notice the fluffy black loaf curled up on his thighs.
Kageyama gulps. "She's asleep," he whispers.
And the situation hits you.
You slowly, silently, set your things down and slip out of your shoes before tiptoeing over to the couch, a smile pulling at your mouth. "How long have you been sitting here?"
He glances at the clock. "An hour and twenty-five minutes," he answers still whispering. He shifts uncomfortably; your cat opens her eyes and makes a small sound of protest.
Kageyama freezes.
You muffle a laugh.
When your cat slowly closes her eyes again he desperately whispers "she jumped up when I was filing my nails this morning and I didn't know what to do. So I pet her a little bit and she seemed happy but then she fell asleep and I needed to pee but I didn't want to get up right away and then after a while I realized I had to get ready for practice but every time I've tried to move she does that and I don't want to upset her but practice started a half hour ago and I have to pee soo badly."
Full of love and appreciation for the adorable setter you gently lift the warm, limp feline off his lap to a grumpy meow.
"Oh thank you," he whispers in urgent relief and dashes away the moment his lap is clear.
Your cat meows again in displeasure as you cradle her in your arms. "I know, I know, Mikasa...I would spend all day there, too, if I could but we have to let him get to practice."
She meows, disgruntled, and nips at your hand as you scratch her stomach.
"He'll be back again soon. I promise," you tell her. She twitches and flips down out of your arms in a sign of disbelief.
You grin as she struts away and Tobio comes out of the bathroom.
"Thank god you came home when you did," he says giving you a quick kiss.
"I only came back because Iwaizumi called when you didn't show up for practice." You level him with a flat look and he blushes.
"Yeah...I didn't have my phone on me when it all happened ," he admits sheepishly, pulling it off the counter. "47 missed calls?!"
You sigh. "They were worried..." Your phone lights up with another call from Iwaizumi and you glance at Tobio who's looking at you with the same focus he has on the court, the same focus with which he looks at you, his manager.
"What are we going to tell them?"
"I guess..." You slowly exhale in acceptance. "It's time we tell them we're dating."
(𝟏) 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄
ও rating. explicit
ও summary. Atsumu confronts you. | wc. 2.2k+
cw/ tw. college au. nerd!reader, volleyball player Atsumu, mild angst (like you can blink and you'd miss it), reader wears glasses, praise kink, oral sex, unprotected sex, pet names (ex. sweetheart, baby)
ও featuring. Atsumu x Fem!Reader
ও an. we have reached the end! (my sleeping schedule is all over the place due to work, so I’m a little later than I said this would be up) hopefully, you like how it came together, enjoy:) | series m. list
You wouldn’t consider this—hurriedly slipping through a crowd of drunk college students to the front door—you running away from your problems. No. It’s just a reprieve, a moment to devise a reasonable solution in the time it takes to leave the frat house and reach the bus stop.
But once you’re out on the sidewalk, you admit that you’re not exactly not running away either. Because while trying to avoid tripping over your feet in the ridiculous heels Kay convinced you to wear, you wonder if switching classes or moving to a different school would be too irrational.
And in context, yes, that’s precisely the definition of what you said you're not doing.
You know—tangled up in the agonized frustration with how well everything was going and hopeless resignation with how it was bound to come to a head at some point—that you wouldn’t have stayed to confront Atsumu anyway. Not with so many people there to witness the look on your face when the rejection comes.
Avoidance is easier, and acceptance of harsh facts is doable over time. So that’s that.
Only it’s not. There’s more to it.
“I would lick the sweat off his thighs.”
chop
The knife barely misses the tip of Osamu’s finger as your voice, one of his regulars, slips through the crowd.
Onigiri Miya is packed with people watching tonight’s MSBY match and Osamu spares a quick glance your way.
You’re staring heatedly at the game with a few of your friends and tracing the rim of your glass.
“As if he’d let you,” one of your friends says with a smirk.
You snort. “Of course not. But god if he did, I’d lick him clean.”
Your friends laugh.
Osamu wants to know who you’re talking about but the crowd swallows the rest of what you’re saying.
Damn.
Obviously it’s a Jackal because you’re always in their merch but there’s never a name. No number. And you’re one of the few regulars-and-MSBY-fans who hasn’t tried to weasel their way into meeting the team through Osamu.
He enjoys having you in the shop because you get along with everyone and you’re one of the few people he considers a friend outside of the business owner-patron relationship so he can’t help it.
He’s curious.
He waits for clues as to who you were talking about but you don’t give anything away; you shout and cheer for everyone.
He fills more orders, deftly manages his staff, and takes an opportunity to walk the floor.
“How’re the boys doin’?” he asks when he stops by your table.
Your group shifts to include him, a few of your friends hungrily eyeing his fitted black t-shirt. “Not as good as you, handsome.”
He smirks appreciatively. “Obviously.” Then he juts his chin at the screen. “But they’re in the lead, at least. ‘Tsumu givin’ them any trouble?”
You snicker. “Nothing more than usual.”
Osamu nods, trying to hold back another smirk as he asks the group “did I hear somethin’ about one of them sweatin’?”
Your friends crow salaciously and turn to you as you suck your lips in, eyes bulging.
“OOOH, He heard y-” One of them breaks off with a lurch like you’ve kicked them under the table as another jeers.
“Why? You jealous, Miya?” They wiggle their eyebrows. “You miss being oogled?”
He chuckles lowly and puts a hand on the back of your chair, noticing the way you’re avoiding his eye. “And who exactly are y’all ooglin’? Better not be ma dumb brother.”
“Never!” One of them leans forward as if they’re going to gush but you flick their forehead.
“No one.” You insist with a threatening smile to your friends. “You didn’t hear anything.”
Osamu snorts. “Sure I didn’t.” Feeling high from the thrill of your friends’ flirting he can’t help himself. “I must’a just imagined that comment about someone’s thighs.”
Your friends let out a synchronized cheer and you drop your forehead into your hands.
Osamu laughs but one of his workers calls him away before he can give you any more trouble.
The Jackals win and–to Osamu’s relief–you and your friends stay after the game. A lot of people do, too, caught up in the high of victory as interviews with the athletes play.
Osamu sneaks a text to his twin.
The restaurant’s still full when the team comes in to a raucous cheer and more rounds are ordered. Energy picking up like a second wind.
Atsumu greets his twin with a hug and whispers "which one?”
When they part Osamu directs him to you and your group of friends; Atsumu flicks his brow with a grin and Osamu feels like he’s back in high school.
“Heard we have some fans here,” he says sauntering over as your group shifts to welcome him like you did for Osamu. “Did y’all watch?”
“Of course we did!” one of your friends replies with a starry expression. “You were amazing!”
“Thank you, thank you.” He beams. “It was a very ex-thigh-ting game, if I say so myself.”
Osamu guffaws and chokes on a laugh as your blazing eyes immediately flick to him; your friends’ laughter encourages the setter.
“Did ya see my startl-lick-ing row of service aces in the second set?”
Their laughter roars and your eye twitches, expression scrunching at Osamu who looks away pointedly, torn between guilt and enjoyment.
“Sweat-sational, I’d say. Wouldn’t all of you?”
Osamu cringes internally; that one was a stretch but it was the final straw for you. As your friends break down to tears laughing you shove your chair back and storm away from the table making a straight line toward Osamu.
“Really?” you demand hotly and Osamu feels a fleeting moment of doubt. “You had to tell him?”
“Dunno what yer talkin’ about.” He shrugs innocently. “I didn’t hear anythin’.”
“Obviously you did,” you say tersely, dropping your voice leaning in. “Did you tell him just to make fun of me?!”
“No,” he says trying to sound lighthearted, “I was just try'na get them here so ya could meet whichever athlete it was ya wanted to be licking.”
For a moment he savors the way you gulp under his heavy, hooded gaze until a smirk slowly spreads across your own face.
“I wasn’t talking about an athlete.”
Heart pounding he looks down at the onigiri in his hands. “Oh no? Well who, then?”
You lean over the counter a little further, lowering your voice for only him to hear. “You, obviously.”
my girl. ꕀ eijiro kirishima.
cw/tw : sleaze!kiri, college!kiri, dubcon, drugs (weed), coercion/manipulation, unprotected, size kink, possessiveness, cheating (?), what is a pov.
kirishima … loses it a little bit when you mention you suddenly have a boyfriend. well, ‘loses it’ isn’t the best way to describe it— because he doesn’t make it obvious in his body language, in fact he carries on the conversation as if he’s happy for you.
but, fuck, is he irritated and down to his marrow.
enamoured — kenma kozume
summary — kenma takes you to his company event, but neither of you really want to be there.
pairing — kenma x f!reader
warnings — nsfw content minors dni! smut with lots of fluff, fingering, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, established relationship
word count — 5.7k
author’s note — this is just kenma and reader being disgustingly in love like its so gross and cheesy pls don’t perceive me
There aren’t many things that Kenma likes to put effort into.
He likes his job. He doesn’t have to do much except sit in his room and play video games while thousands of people watch. There’s volleyball–sometimes he wonders how he played it for so long without quitting. He loved the sport, but god, it made him tired. His appearance is… lacklustre. He probably could do something more with his style, but what’s the point if he’s not comfy?
You’re the single thing he often finds himself putting effort into. Not that you’re high-maintenance, or needy (although he would argue otherwise). It’s that he’s never cared so much about anything in his life as he cares about loving you.
It was scary at first. Kenma couldn’t fathom that he was capable of having feelings like that. You consumed him long before he had even asked you to be his. It’s still scary. Sometimes he feels so much for you that he has no idea how to express it–he’s never had the chance. He tries though, and hopes you understand. Sometimes you don’t. Most times you do.
(𝟏) 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑
ও rating. sfw
ও summary. the truth always finds a way of coming out. | wc. 2k+
cw/ tw. college au. nerd!reader, volleyball player Atsumu, frat parties, drinking, obliviousness abounds, mild angst, reader wears glasses
ও featuring. Atsumu x Fem!Reader
ও an. guys, we’re almost finished T^T also there’s no smut in this one because i’m saving it for the last chapter. i’m also happy i waited to post this because i almost included part of chapter five in here, but the length suffered a little bit. i spent the last two nights seeing what i could add that could possibly benefit the story in some way without dragging it out. either way, i hope you enjoy:) | series m. list
“So tell me again, why Miya invited you to this party?“
You’ve mulled over the same question all day, yet all you can say is, “I don’t know. He just did.”
“Hmm,” Kay hums, unconvinced, watching you tear apart your closet for something to wear. “I’m surprised you’re going. You don’t even like parties.”
“Yeah,” you mutter, listening, but not really.
It’s hard to feel guilty when she hasn’t stopped probing you for answers since she walked through your front door with a duffel bag full of makeup and clothes. One would think she’s going on a week-long trip with how bulky and heavy it is—not the trashy frat party she insisted on helping you get ready for.
Although, you wouldn’t consider interrogating helping.
All it accomplishes is adding to your anxiety and frustration with how you seemingly have so many clothes but nothing that looks good, and it doesn’t help how your wardrobe—just isn’t—cooperating—
You huff a grunt of annoyance, throwing another dress into the growing pile on your bedroom floor, something you’ll regret cleaning up later. Currently, though, you can’t be bothered.