hi my name is nana and i’m eighteen; university student and horny 24/7
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a/n: for some reason I can’t fall asleep so I’ll drop this here
not in a million years sakusa would thought that he would meet someone like you. so precious, so ethereal. everyone could tell how hard he fell for you, the way he looks at you with a soft and loving gaze, two words according atsumu “that would never be in the same sentence”.
now, it’s 3:00 am and for some tease on he can seem to fall asleep, not like you, who is in a heavy and deep slumber. your chest rising and falling softly, as your lips are parted slightly with some drool falling from it. in this late night, sakusa wonders how could he be with someone so beautiful like you, what did he do to deserve such a blessing?
however, his thoughts come to an end when he feels a pair of eyes looking at him from the door. his carbon copy, his other blessing, the greatest gift that you could have ever give to him. his daughter. carefully he gets up and picks her from the ground, placing her in the middle of the bed. “did you have a bad dream sweetheart?” he whispers to her, she nods while rubbing her eyes with her tiny hands “I was missing mom” she said while looking at your sleeping form “I’m sorry daddy I love you, but mommy is my favorite” sakusa smiles at his daughters’ confession “I understand, she’s my favorite too”
Character: Young Morax | Zhongli.
Requested by: @tri3tri.
Warnings: slight NSFW, female Archon reader, yandere Zhongli in dragon form, unprotected sex, pregnancy, 18+.
The one who chose the way of domination and greatness was deprived of happiness and calmness.
With the smile of forgotten father on his face Morax was creating the new world — as the one who chose the way of power, he was suffering from this cursed might himself. He had never seen you, the Archon of Moon, but he heard enough about you.
Your people loved you deeply: you were protecting their fragile land, your bright stars helped lost sailors to find their way home. You lived as a hermit, enjoyed your peaceful isolation. You didn’t talk to your people, and you didn’t need them — they were seeking protection only, and you caused an eclipse every time intruders tried to find your land of appeasement and beauty. You let them join your neverending night, and they screamed prayers and praises when they saw the crescent shining in your hair. They fell on their knees when falling stars appeared in the sky, as they thought of it as a sign of your favor to them. They didn’t know the cruel reality: the beautiful falling stars with brilliant trails were your tears. Attached to the mother Moon, you spend hours in the Sky praying to her and taking care of her wounds, which were left by the war between Archons — the distant luminary suffered too, and tears streamed down your face when you felt slow pulsation of living powers under her dusty ground becoming fast and chaotic, as her wounds started to hurt from your light touches.
Morax visited your land on a chilly night of hot summer. He crossed the restless sea to offer you a union — you shuddered when his piercing golden eyes looked at you with interest and desire. He was gorgeous: sharp ends of his refined horns were glistening in the moonlight, the tough face of a warrior and heavy dragon tail reminded you of his nature — nature of a guard made of stone. His deadly calloused hands were clothed with silk gloves, but you could feel how cold his skin was.
I won’t be over this for a while
“what’s it like?”
oikawa turns to you at the sound of your question, “what’s what like?”
“what’s it like being in love?”
the boy quirks a brow, “what do you mean?”
“i mean,” you pause, shuffling from your place on the couch to face him. “what’s it like to give your all to a person? to have someone that loves you with all their being? what’s it like to have a bond and a connection that seems as if it would never break? or to have a person who’s poured their heart and soul into you? who would do anything to see you happy and make you feel loved?” you pause, meeting the boy’s gaze realizing you’ve been basically asking him the same question for the past three minutes. “i mean if you know about it, i know you’ve had your fair share of relationships.”
he bit back a chuckle at how small your voice became, “that’s a tough question for me to answer.”
“but you’re more experienced than i am with it,” you reason.
“why because i’ve been in more relationships?”
”no because of the fangirls.”
and he laughs, “that’s adoration,” he notes. “adoration and love, while easily confused are two different things.” ”alright then,” you wave off. “then tell me,” his gaze softens as he shuffles to face you. “what’s love like?”
it’s,” he pauses, “it’s a feeling that you can’t really find anywhere else.”
“what do you mean?”
there’s a hint of curiosity in your voice, something that makes oikawa smile. contrary to you, his long time best friend, oikawa’s been in his fair share of relationships. some were long, others short flings, some serious ones, and then others that left just as fast as they came. he had watched you for years pine over other people wishing like the hopeless romantic that you are that you’d finally get your chance in love. he pauses for a moment before looking back at you. “do you know that moment where you have a puzzle and there’s only one piece missing?”
“okay,” you nod.
“and it turns out the puzzle piece fell on the floor, so you pick it up and then complete the puzzle.”
your brows knit in confusion, “that’s an odd scenario to compare love to.”
I almost cried when I read this
Hello Hazel! How about Kaeya with someone who finds out they're actually lonely (because all of their friends have partners and they are the only ones who dont) and they are not handling the realization well.
-❄
You knew, funny that you always knew but never really allowed yourself to admit it. The knowledge settled in the back of your mind, it lingered in the deep breaths you took to still yourself, it buzzed in your heart no matter how much you tried to drown out the noise. What you tried so hard to ignore, what you smiled away with reassuring words of, “no, it’s okay. I’ll be fine,” couldn’t stop your eyes from seeing what your heart didn’t want to feel.
It was debilitating, the observations that you made and how they, little by little, became far to difficult to ignore. Friends who you cherished, laughs that you had from inside jokes so deep it was hard to find the root of them anymore. Interactions that made you feel warm and listened to started to feel like sheets of papers left to compost in the garden. Several relationships dwindled; fewer and fewer until one day, it was only you.
A single lonely flower that no one wanted to claim.
“Well, well. Isn’t this an unexpected surprise.” A lush voice drifted down to you. Lifting your attention from the beckoning ground, you noticed the black boots and form fitting pants which directed you upward until you saw who was standing before you. Kaeya, with his hand on his hip, gave you a curious expression but you didn’t have the energy to give him one back. Instead, you let your eyes fall to your hands and pushed your nail into the pad of your finger. “No response today, that’s unusual.”
“I’m not in the best of moods right now, Kaeya.” You felt his energy shift and soon he was sitting next to you. The large windmill in the small garden continued to move even if, for a time, the conversation didn’t. The heat from the sun warmed your shoulders, pushed against your back until it became to uncomfortable you had to adjust and, when you looked up the path of vines stretching toward the sky, you sighed. “Kaeya …”
“Mmm?”
“Do you … do you get lonely?”
He chuckled, shifting his position to look at you but keeping his ankle locked onto his knee. “Not as often as you might think. I have plenty of people to bother me.” He spoke the last bit almost like an annoyance but it didn’t seem directed at you.
“Makes sense. I’m sure someone like you couldn’t possibly feel lonely …”
“Now, I wouldn’t say that.” He acted like he was going to continue, but you cut him off before he could. Your head moving to glance at him while your mouth turned into a frown.
“Am I unlikeable?” The way his eyebrows furrowed made your stomach unsettled and caused the words in your throat to spill out like a defensive shield. “There must be something about me that’s off-putting, right? Is it the way that I am or who I am? Is it … the way that I look?” Your jaw quivered, forcing you to turn away and bite your lip.
“Now hold on, what’s with this line of questioning?”
“Am I so unloveable that I’m destined to be alone?” A frustrating tear spilled from the corner of your eye and you pushed it away in the hopes that Kaeya didn’t see. It was unlikely since he was always able to see things even with half his ability taken by an eyepatch.
“Hey, wait a second.” He moved and so did you. The sound of his foot settling back onto the ground and shifting material under him as he adjusted caused you to slide away from him, but there was only so far to go on a bench of this size.
“Kaeya please, leave me alone … everyone else already has …” The sturdiness of your voice cracked and your hand moved to hold it together, fingers pushing against your throat and jaw as if to stop any shards from falling free. In an effort to hide, you turned away from him hoping that he would drift away into the wind but praying to Barbados that he wouldn’t.
“Y/N,” His normally playful tone turned soft and sincere. It wasn’t what you expected but desperately what you needed. “Something has taken your smile, tell me what it was.”
“I’m … I’m all alone, everyone has moved on to someone and here I am … still here like I’m stuck in place.” Turning your head sharply to him you gazed into his face and huffed at the expression he held. “What about me, Kaeya?” Your shoulders rose as you shook your head, a warm tear drifting down your cheek. “Why am I still alone?” You sputtered.
“You aren’t alone.”
“I’m am. I’m unbelievably lonely …”
“Well then,” He began, sliding closer to you so his arm could rest against the back of the bench and his thumb could push away your tears. “Come be lonely with me.”
You broke. Somehow the acknowledgment, the breakthrough and the confirmation that you were lonely made your weak composure shatter. Still, you felt lighter somehow as you cried onto Kaeya’s outstretched arm. As you gripped onto his clothes and felt his hand run over your hair. As you adjusted and felt the proximity of his knees bumping into yours. Yes, you were lonely, but so was he and, together, you managed to find company.
A single lonely flower finally picked by hands who knew it’s name.
I didn’t expect to cry this early in the morning 🥲
as an adult, akaashi was looking forward to two things: doing what he loves, and marrying you. now that he thinks of it, he's always followed his dreams. he competed in volleyball tournaments, he pursued a degree in literature, he asked you to move in with him, and finally, he got down on one knee and asked you the one question he's been waiting years to ask.
and after being with him for years, you know better than anyone how he does things with all the fervor in his body — he surrenders himself completely (just like he did to you when he said his vows).
keiji is passionate, so passionate, about being your husband. what can he say? he's always been infatuated with you. his chest swells with ardor when his eyes meet yours. for a man who didn't talk much in his younger years, keiji becomes that husband who doesn't stop talking about you. every conversation comes back to you, almost like your name sits on his tongue indefinitely.
even after almost ten years of being together, he feels butterflies when you hold onto his arm. and he can't help but blush when you scold him for not doing the dishes properly. you're the same person you were ten years ago, but keiji feels that his love for you has grown exponentially. you two still bicker like teenagers, throwing sarcastic comments around. and no matter how many times keiji tells you your hair looks like "luxury for a bird to live in" when you wake up next to him (always followed by you saying "yeah? like you look any better"), he places a kiss to your cheek that speaks volumes about how beautiful he thinks you are.
even after ten years of being together, he plays with the ring on your finger and dreams about your forever together. and now, he looks forward to when your little family of two can become more than just you and him.
𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐍.
[ #PAIRING ] dilf!miya osamu x gn!afab!reader
[ #WC ] 4.6k words [ #SYNOPSIS ] when osamu comes home from a catch-up session with his old high school teammates, he finds you, his significant other, laughing and being domestic with his son in the kitchen. it stirs up a warm feeling in his chest, and also an erection down south.
[ #CONTENT WARNINGS ] sub reader, soft dom osamu, osamu has a domestic kink, breeding, oral (r receiving), cum eating, semi-public sex (his son is sleeping in his bedroom), praising, dumbification if you squint, comparison to drugs made once (1)—nothing explicit, he fucks you in a full nelson
[ #NOTE ] oya-chan (親) is japanese for “parent”. made the terms as gn as possible for my sexc gn babes
꒰ ☾ ꒱ THIS BLOG CONTAINS DARK CONTENT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
every day you are reminded of how blessed you are to be in a relationship with miya osamu. it actually started off with you in need of a part-time job. onigiri miya happened to be located near your university dorm. the hours are flexible and you’re able to pick your shifts. furthermore, the owner is always present and he happens to be one of the most attractive men you’ve ever met in your life. there’s a crinkle in the corner of his eyes whenever he smiles. his voice is deep and soothing, like running lukewarm water over your skin. he’s not built like an action movie hero but he sure is fit. his dark locks are often hidden with a black cap. on the off chance that he takes it off, you’ll be able to see grey lines along his shaved sides and the roots of his hair. sometimes he’ll bring his kid in for work after school, to watch after the store and let him be involved in his dad’s business. you love the way that he interacts with his son, with his employees, with his customers, and most importantly, with you. sure, you were a little upset at the possibility that he’s married, but the absence of a ring on his finger proves otherwise.
pairing: kiyoomi sakusa x reader
warnings/contains: one bed trope
word count: 589
notes: writing about characters who are normally so cold and making them more vulnerable is my favorite part of the day. for my @ioveangel <3
“You okay?”
Sakusa’s voice startles you slightly as you shuffle around to face him in your makeshift bed.
“Just a little uncomfortable ‘s all.”
Never in a million years did you think you’d be here, sharing a room with Sakusa because Atsumu ‘forgot’ to book another room for his birthday weekend.
Sakusa offered you the bed, but you continued to decline, telling him that you’d be happy to take the bed.
Oh, how you wish you could take that back.
You wanted the bed more than anything, the truth is, Sakusa makes you nervous, more than anyone.
With his stupid hair and stupid remarks and stupid—
“YN?” Due to the unrecognizable tone in his voice, you look at him once more, barely able to make out the curls in his hair in the dim light of the night.
“Hmm?”
“I said, are you sure you’re okay? You’ve been tossing and turning for a while.”
Chuckling nervously, you give him an unconvincing smile, “‘m fine.”
He sighs at your persistence, scooting over in his place on the bed as he creates space in the sheets, holding the comforter out for you, “C’mere.”
KAZUHA’S KINKTOBER — OVERSTIM!
TAGS/CONTENT WARNINGS ♡ squirting, dumbification, petnames (baby), dubcon, slight praise ; fem! reader ; minors do not interact.
kazuha have always think you were too dumb for your own good.
too pliant, too dumb— even right now, when he have you pinned on the ground, your legs loosely wrapping around his hips. fervent breathing fanning against his ears, tickling the side of his face with warm air. you’re still murmuring that same nonsense to him.
“kazuha, can’t no more, s'hurt so b-bad..”
you can’t never have some sense inside of that empty mind of yours, can you? smaller fist than his being put up to his chest, a futile attempt to pushed him away. you can’t feel your bones, weak and limp the moment kazuha pinned it back to the top of your head. maybe you shouldn’t drink so much earlier, but knowing you, you could never turn down kazuha offers.
you never could, even if the pressure makes your head dizzy, your chest tighten, feeling inclined to agree. you never could, and kazuha expect nothing from you. after all, you could never function without having guidance from him. you don’t know any better for yourself, he says— pushing your knees up to your chest and letting his spit fall to your bare cunt, quickly swoop up by the tip of his cock into your entrance. the small huffed puffing your cheeks when he entered inch by inch, groping your tits into his rough palm with shaky breathe.
“make it quick, please? c-can’t cum no more after this,”
that’s what you said earlier too, when he have you bend over while he fucked you from behind, when he have you squirting all over the bed, gripping the sheet to ease the incoming pain from his cock rubbing inside of your sensitive walls. and yet, you’re still drooling on his cock, sobbing from how big he is and how he felt good inside, stuffing you to the brim with cum.
“can my princess take one more? of course, she can. look at this, sucking me in with no shame. you were kidding when you say you have enough, right?”
kazuha know you better than yourself. always have and always will.
such a masterpiece
anyway, i feel like this is a great time to remind everyone that your fav would love the way you look. skinny or big, tall or short. they would absolutely be obsessed with everything about you.
i hope you know that they love you so much. they kiss u in their dreams.
𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.
anon: country boy wakatoshi drives a big ugly old truck that he is perpetually “fixing up” but he opens the door for you and holds your hand to help you get in and out. and he drives you guys out to a field in the middle of nowhere to fuck you in the backseat where no one can hear
country boy! ushijima + dominant! ushijima + mutual pinning + tension + awkward flirting + fluff + fuckin in the backseat + creampie + size difference + size kink + mouth stuffing (fingers) + oral fixation (f! receiving) + squirting + summer vibes + f! reader
— word count; approx 3.5k
— lots of characterization and dialogue attributed to my ushijima anon. <3
‘gentle, be gentle.’
its repeated over and over again in wakatoshis head, eyes pinned to the roads he's taken over and over within the last couple of summer nights- a spot that after hours of grueling work brings him the most comfort. he doesn't really know why those words are like a singular loop in his head. it's not like he expects anything to happen, but when wakatoshi sees the gleam of your thighs underneath the dress you're wearing, he can all but hope.
he needs that reminder while you sway only a couple inches next to him, hands gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles are white- you look beautiful, even more so than usual.
hurt to comfort + also albedo is a lil bit ooc
ALBEDO hates noisy places, big crowds aren’t his thing, he prefers the tranquility and the calmness of his home or his laboratory. But right now the silence between the two of you is killing him, why aren’t you yelling? Your eyes are fixed on the ground, dead like a flower in the middle of the snow. The living room, which used to be the coziest place of all the house is now so dull, the tension is so tight that the most bluntness knife could cute it.
hurt to comfort + also albedo is a lil bit ooc
ALBEDO hates noisy places, big crowds aren’t his thing, he prefers the tranquility and the calmness of his home or his laboratory. But right now the silence between the two of you is killing him, why aren’t you yelling? Your eyes are fixed on the ground, dead like a flower in the middle of the snow. The living room, which used to be the coziest place of all the house is now so dull, the tension is so tight that the most bluntness knife could cute it.
hurt to comfort + also albedo is a lil bit ooc
ALBEDO hates noisy places, big crowds aren’t his thing, he prefers the tranquility and the calmness of his home or his laboratory. But right now the silence between the two of you is killing him, why aren’t you yelling? Your eyes are fixed on the ground, dead like a flower in the middle of the snow. The living room, which used to be the coziest place of all the house is now so dull, the tension is so tight that the most bluntness knife could cute it.
I don't know whether to laugh or not😭🤣
if you check Koko's wiki page it says this:
LMAO PLEASEEEE
cw: more divorced iwa than dilf but i guess implied age gap, afab reader, exhibitionism
dilf!iwaizumi whose ex wife destroyed his confidence because she always talked about how she wished he still played volleyball, how he was letting himself go, comparing him to the athletes he worked on, telling him how lucky he was that she was loyal :\\ bad vibes!
dilf!iwaizumi who genuinely has no idea how hot he is, you work with him on the national team and its so obvious to everyone else that you’re down bad for him — half the players roll their eyes when they see you walk in, the other half are trying to get you together
dilf!iwaizumi who despite the divorce and therapy still has has a hard time shaking those feelings and always thinks you’re approaching him to be a wingman for the guys on the team :(((((
dilf!iwaizumi who is completely caught off guard when one night out with everyone at an izakaya you’re the only two left by the end, and you finally plainly tell him that you’re into him, want to date him, want him to fuck you into next week
dilf!iwaizumi who still thinks he has something to prove to you :((((( sir im down cataclysmically bad my man is so pussy drunk he’ll be down there for an hour, keeping track of how many times you’ve cum, refusing himself pleasure until you’ve cum 3 times minimum
dilf!iwaizumi whose brain disconnects from his body when you sink yourself onto his cock, he could cum on the spot but he wants to make sure its good for you, he’ll get so lost in his goal he doesn’t realize you’ve cum already
dilf!iwaizumi who falls apart hearing you beg for him, begging for him to cum inside you, his eyes go starry eyed when you ask
dilf!iwaizumi who worships your body, playing with your nipples while you ride his thigh, he swears he falls in love when he sees the tears coming out of the corners of your eyes as you gaze at him with an adoration he forgot could be directed towards him
dilf!iwaizumi who will see you stressed at work, bring you into his office and refuse to let you leave until you’re fucked out and delirious, a helpless smile across your face
dilf!iwaizumi will get nervous when there’s a new player on the team, especially if he has a large female fanbase. this man will genuinely ask if you want him instead ? you’ve been dating for months now????
dilf!iwaizumi who is confused when you drag him into the locker room in the middle of practice, push him down on the bench ride him within an inch of his life, crying out his name knowing everyone can hear you
dilf!iwaizumi who becomes very possessive of you at company parties, hand never leaving your bottom as he grows bold he doesn’t expect you to once again one up him, he groans into your neck as he feels the lack of panties underneath your dress
dilf!iwaizumi who buys you a new dress every time you let him cum on your face <33333 who is ready to get down on one knee as he watches you wipe the cum off of your face and into your mouth
dilf!iwaizumi who freaks out when he finds your panties in his gym bag, praying you didn’t see the velvet box he hid in there
