Who Are You ? I'ts Just Me, Myself And I

[ 𝟕:𝟓𝟓 𝐏𝐌 ] — 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐎

Keigo, you’d noticed a long time ago, had an eye for shiny things. You’d thought it was cute, how he had avian traits, how small things that glittered made his excitement peak. But most of all, you loved how he’d automatically give you the little trinkets he’d stumble upon, gifting them to you happily as he stared at them in your hands with glee.

“Y/n, look!” Turning your attention away from the picnic basket, you looked up to meet the eyes of your boyfriend, watching as his smile got wider by the second.

“What is it, Kei?”

“I found a key,” he chirped, walking over to you before sitting back down on the blanket you’d set up. Turning your head to the side, you looked at him puzzled.

“A key?

“Yeah! Look how shiny.” And suddenly, the realization hit you. Keigo’s love for looking into anything that showed his reflection, his love for twirling things in the sunlight, his love for buying little keychains that caught his eye, they were all because they were shiny. The smile on your face grew as you reached up and pinched his cheek, laughing at his excitement. He was almost childlike, the way he was happy, but it was an adorable sight, one that made your heart melt to witness.

“Well, I hope you at least clean it off before you keep it.” Wiping at it with a napkin, he handed it to you, smile much softer this time.

“It’s for you.”

You’d kept all the little things he’d given you over the months, collecting them away as the pile grew. Keigo wasn’t sure what he’d expected you to do, but carefully organize them in a drawer wasn’t one. His eyes widened as he’d rummaged through your drawer, scanning over how you’d neatly assorted each trinket he’d given you.

He’d spent his childhood thinking his bird traits were a burden— weird, even— but you’d kept every gift, and you’d cherished them all as though they were priceless. A wobbly smile spread across his face.

“Kei, did you find the—oh—” you were cut off by arms wrapping around you, a face burying itself into your neck. “Kei? You alright?”

“Uh huh.” Rubbing his back, you squeezed him gently.

“What’s up, baby?”

“You kept them, the little things I give you,” he whispered. Chuckling softly, you pulled away, cupping his cheeks and pressing your forehead to his. Your thumb traced his cheekbones tenderly, staring into his wide eyes before you kissed his nose. You were always so gentle with him, he’d noticed, always treated him like he was fragile— like he was precious.

“Yeah, they remind me of you, I love them.” And he loved you.

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Slow fucking with him, him taking you so softly. Kissing your neck and sucking marks on your soft flesh. Your soft moans fill the air and the slapping of flesh takes over the sounds of the room. He lifts himself up so he can look at your beautiful face, and he kisses your lips with all the passion he can muster.

"You're the most beautiful person I have ever met, now I'm gonna fuck you till you can only remember my name." And he does exactly as promised.

Kenma, Kuroo, Oikawa, Hinata, Sugawara, Asahi, Kirishima, Sero, Aizawa, Fatgum, Midoriya, Tamaki, mr. Compress,

eren n his personal water park .

word count: 370 [1 min 30 sec read] ✪ content warning: smut, p in v sex, squirting, doggy style, this is my second post do i warn about everything?, unapologetic use of “mama”

✭ husband!eren x wife!reader

eren making his pretty little 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚 squirt for the first time.

he has you on the bed doggy style. his pace is a little slow at first until he snaps his hips particularly deep and sends a shock from the bottom of your spine, so deep in your core that it pushes out every other thought in your head beside his cock.

his words definitely showed through his actions, the delicious aching of his shaft sent curls down your toes and an arch to your back. if a further arch was even possible.

“‘ren- hold up.. ‘m gonna-“

“cum? cmon baby cum for me. be a good girl, cum for me.”

“slow down- i don- don’ wanna cum y..”

eren couldn’t give less of a fuck, keeping his pace and digging his hands into your waist.

his waist starts to move in more of a round motion, and the mushroom head of his cock hits your favorite spots so so good. you let out a moan like never before.

“oh that felt- ah- that felt good huh baby?” he says between a guttural moan of his own.

“eren. eren right there, right there please don’t sto-“ your words dissolve and you seem to loose your strength, falling face first into the pillow underneath you. you go from breathless to squealing at how deep you feel him, so deep he has fluid gushing over his dick.

“uh-uh, you know there’s no muffling in here.” he reprimands, moving his arm from your waist and dragging you up to him, back to chest. with his fist wrapped around your neck. he knows your neck is practically a g-spot for you, and he knows what he’s doing by kissing down it the way he is.

you’re squirting more intensely than before and between that and the sensation of your ass slapping against him with every thrust, it sends him into his own orgasm. only for you to cover his lower abdomen with a mixture of that same cum and your own.

you’re catching your breaths.

“did you just squirt on me, mama?”

“i- i think so..”

“you wanna do it again?” you can hear the smirk in his voice very well.

thinking about megumi fushiguro who refuses to let go of your hand whilst he fucks you. it doesn't matter what position that the two of you are in, be it you on top as you ride him or him towering over you as your legs rest on his shoulders; his own hand will always seek out your own.

because despite his brooding demeanor, he's a softie at heart. it just takes a pretty thing like you to coax that side out of him. he never wants to let you go of you, nor to give you the room to escape his grasp. the way that your own hand gripped his own acted as a reminder of all things pure.

he interlocks your fingers, occasionally brushing his thumb over the back of your hand for reassurance — he'll do it even more if the sex is rough and energetic. megumi adores it when you squeeze his hand back in response. in his eyes, it's a way of wordlessly saying that you love him and it helps ground him, especially when you're both mutually overstimulated.

sakusa took off his jacket and draped it over your sleeping figure wordlessly.

you stirred slightly at the additional weight of the fabric over your shoulders. opening your eyes groggily, you blinked a few times to adjust to the glaring brightness of the lights in the bus. tugging the jacket closer to your body, you turned to the curly haired boy sitting next to you with a sleepy but perplexed glance.

"you looked cold." sakusa explained, biting back a smile at the way you wrapped his jacket tighter around yourself.

a drowsy grin slowly spread across your features when his familiar and comforting scent engulfed you whole. "thanks." you whispered gratefully.

"don't fall alseep." sakusa said softly when he noticed your eyelids threatening to fall again. you glanced at him with half closed eyes, tilting your head in confusion.

"your stop is next."

"oh..." you trailed off, your tired mind taking a few more seconds to comprehend his statement. "then," you muttered quietly under your breath, removing his warm jacket and exposing yourself to the cool air of the bus. with your best attempt at folding it neatly, you handed it back to him.

"thanks for the jacket, omi." you smiled, expecting him to take it back with a comment about how your germs had contaminated it now.

"keep it."

"huh?" you stared at sakusa in bewilderment.

sakusa froze in silence, his heartbeat raising with every passing second. he mentally cursed at himself for letting his internal thoughts slip through his mouth so carelessly.

"your germs are all over it." he said quickly, hoping you were too tired to notice the slight panic in his voice. tearing his gaze away from yours, he fiddled with the hem of his shirt nervously.

you huffed, scrunching your nose to pretend that you're offended by his statement. "i have far less germs than you," you retorted, "you're all sweaty from practise."

sakusa let out a breath of relief that he didn't even know he was holding in. it was at times like this he was thankful that you were painfully oblivious to his feelings for you.

"but i don't wear it during practise."

"fine." you sighed in defeat. you knew there was no point in arguing with the sakusa kiyoomi about hygiene. when the bus slowly rolled to a stop, you hopped off with the jacket folded in your arms and a promise that you would make sure to wash his jacket before you return it.

much to your surprise, he refused to take back the jacket the next morning. he simply told you that he doesn't want it anymore. because of your germs, he claims, and definitely not because of the way you made his heart flutter with how absolutely adorable you looked in his jacket.

Title: Alpha

Pairing: Alpha! Prince!Lloyd Hansen x Omega!Reader

Kink Prompt: Alpha 

Word Count: 1,987

Summary: You try to keep your designation from the crown prince.

Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, A/B/O, Mating/Heat Cycles, Regency AU, Public Sex, Smut, Darkfic, AU: Dark, Dead Dove: Do not eat, Minors DNI!

A/N: entry number seven, super late, i’m sorry!! i hope you all enjoy. divider by @firefly-graphics​

The goblet crashes against the wall, its contents staining the tapestry deep crimson. You flinch at the sound of it, though you keep your hands folded primly behind you and your eyes trained on the smooth stone floor. You know better than to allow your curiosity free reign, especially here. 

“Is this all you have to offer?” The prince’s sneer is evident in his tone. “Barren, withered stock?” Through your lowered lashes, you see the duke flinch, his fingers tightening around his daughter’s hand. “Your daughter is ten years my senior, Lord Thayne,” he drawls. “And she is a Beta.” Prince Lloyd spits the word out venomously. And though his vitriol is not directed at you, you feel yourself shrink anyway, your fingers tangling nervously in the coarse cotton weave of your plain skirts.

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