Meian My Beloved

Meian my beloved 🥰

“last time you only let me put in the tip.” meian mumbles against your forehead.

hands on his shoulder to steady your smaller frame beneath his, you whimper gently, because it’s too big!” your lips tremble at the cold expression across his stoic features. one too many times, shugo has been patient and loving with you. his brow twitches as the seconds of silence stretch without another word uttered from your lips.

“lies.” the captain mumbles again, a hiss gracing his voice. hands separating your legs and pushing you further beneath him, he adds. “it can fit.”

“no-daddy, please…” weakly, your hands migrate to his chest to shove the tall middle blocker back. the weight of his body bears down above you, impressing the muscles against your fingertips.

“don’t worry princess, you’ll feel so fucking good when i’m done. don’t you want to be my pretty baby?” with the praise, your tummy flutters and your nails delicately rake against the valley of his abdomen, each finger registering the deep grooves.

abandoning your earlier opinions, you wiggle closer to meian, taunt legs hooked over his hips. “m-make it f-fit…please.”

with a small smile, eyes smirking meian rubs your entrance gently with an imposing thumb, large and intimidating cock sitting atop your tummy. “you want daddy to make it fit don’t you baby?” easing his shaft into his hands, the jackals captain leans back before aligning the head against you. “ready? breathe with me baby.”

without warning, shugo smirks and rams his entire length into you, shoving his fingers deep into the depths of your pretty mouth. the sounds of your grumbling chocking sound silently under the weight of his large hand over your lips. “take it my pretty baby, you’re doing so well.” thumb reaching over to your cheek, meian caresses the skin and tears till your gently cries migrate into whimpers and moans for him to fill you up over and over.

Summary: There are three hot guys who want to be with you, however, there are a few problems along the way. One of them is a plug, another one wants to keep you all to himself and the third one - a med student who deals drugs on the side. Your main problem, though? You have a terminal illness that has a very low life expectancy. Spiraling down a dangerous path seems like a fun way to spend your last years.

Category: Hard angst, smut

Series warnings: major character death, hospitals, terminal illness, drugs and dealing of drugs, alcohol and consumption of alcohol, smoking, detailed smut daddy kink, choking. (Will add more as series progresses). 

What to know about the series: Reader has an unknown terminal illness so she stays at the hospital most of the time. Kuroo and Mattsun are 22, reader and Suna are 21. Action takes place in Tokyo, though reader attended Aoba Johsai before moving. Series contains unrealistic portrayal of the hospital, terminal illnesses and drugs. 

Issei Matsukawa: 3rd year mortuary science student. Friends with benefits relationship that you and him have going on sure is sweet and hearing him call you “my girl” makes you melt, but why is he so hesitant to actually date you?

Tetsuro Kuroo: 3rd year med student who has medical practice at your hospital. He’s the perfect guy - sweet, caring and charismatic, but can he keep you away from the drug dealing business he’s so deeply involved with?

Rintaro Suna: A drug dealing skater with an addicting personality. You always crave his attention and love the fact that he doesn’t treat you as if you’re made out of glass. But won’t being with Suna lead you down a dark path?

Lev Haiba: Your best friend since as long as you can remember. Currently working on a sweet modelling job in New York. Yet, no matter how much he trusts you, Lev can’t seem to tell you why he doesn’t trust Kuroo and Suna and wants them as far away from you as possible. 

Tooru Oikawa: Your ex boyfriend. You ended the relationship after learning that he cheated, but after a few years, you two are on good terms. Your problem with him? He doesn’t like any of the guys you fancy. 

Keiji Akaashi: Old friend who you used to work with, when you were in your 1st year of college and currently - journalism student and Suna’s roomate. He seems to like Suna, but somehow still wants to keep you away from him.

Chapter one “Plunging back into the darkness”

Chapter two “The soul in my heart's proof of life”

Chapter three: “Lock your doors”

i’m a sucker for this troupe ngl

haikyuu!! characters when there’s only one bed

ft. oiks, iwa, suna, tsumu, + kita! just fluff hehe, atsumu’s is a little suggestive? anw enjoy!

OIKAWA: you consider yourself lucky that oikawa falls asleep quickly, but when you hear him yawn and roll over behind you, you almost panic and worry that your increasingly erratic heartbeat is what woke him up— then all he says is a muffled, “‘m cold,” lilted with the slight rasp of sleep lingering in his voice. you’re not sure what he expects you to do to fix this until you feel a warm weight sling around your waist. he pulls you closer so that your back is flush against his firm chest; “that’s better,” he breathes, sending a shiver down your spine as his breath fans over your neck. the fact that you allow him so close makes him think in his sleep-logged state that maybe, just maybe, you return his affections.

IWAIZUMI: he lies awake deep into the night while your chest rises and falls irregularly next to him. he’s about to ask you what’s wrong when you whisper a feeble, “iwa?” out of the darkness. he sits up straight— when did you started calling him that? he thanks the universe that you can’t see the flush on his cheeks just from the nickname before leaning closer to whisper back, “yeah? what’s up?” you hesitate for a moment before speaking up; “i had a nightmare… sorry if i woke you up,” you admit sheepishly, but iwaizumi’s just grateful you confided in him. “oh,” he says, surprised, “no, no, uh… don’t worry about it. is there anything i can do?” you wring your hands together underneath the blankets, considering backing down right now, but you don’t. “can you hold me?” you ask, timid. your voice shakes painfully, and there’s a dead silence that feels much too long, making you want to curl up and hide under the sheets. you’re just about to do exactly that when iwaizumi opens his arms and nods reassuringly; “‘course,” he tells you once he finds his voice, “i won’t let anything hurt you, just c’mere.”

SUNA: mf conks out the instant his head hits the pillow, and you’re so tired you’re nearly about to do the same; that is, until you feel two arms wrap around you from behind. the sound of suna’s soft snoring hasn’t stopped, so you know this isn’t something he’s aware of doing. nevertheless, the intimate position gets your heartbeat going as he nuzzles his face into your shoulder and keeps it there all night. you two will definitely have a lot of explaining to do (and teasing to endure) when the twins come barreling through your door in the morning to wake you for breakfast and spread the news to the rest of the team. suna doesn’t care, though– not when it’s you, and not when he just got the best sleep he’s had in a long time.

ATSUMU: as soon as you two climb into bed, he’s wiggling his eyebrows and giggling like a maniac. you try to ignore him, but it’s hopeless; eventually, you let out a sigh, rolling over to face him and forcing out a curt, “what do you want, ‘tsumu?” he just giggles again and you bite back another outburst. “i think this is the part where i get to cuddle you, right?” he teases and flashes you a shit-eating grin, “or is that too embarrassing for you to do with your crush?” your jaw drops and you look like a fish out of water trying to speak. “i– you’re– you’re not my crush, you idiot!” you sputter (unconvincingly), hitting his shoulder offhandedly. he just raises an eyebrow— “oh, yeah?” he taunts, voice suddenly dropping several pitches. his arm wraps around you and suddenly your bodies are pressed together, both of your cheeks heating up as your wide eyes meet his. “how about now?” he murmurs into your ear, lips brushing against your skin, but he doesn’t even need to ask; you both already know the answer.

KITA: kita, unable to sleep for some ‘unknown’ reason, is up late watching an upcoming opponent’s old games while you sleep soundly beside him. he focuses on the recording as best he can when a quiet thump! and a sudden weight on his shoulder break his concentration. kita turns to see your head resting on his shoulder, and a soft, involuntary smile forms on his face; “you must be tired, huh?” he says quietly and closes his laptop. he allows himself a moment to take in the view, but reluctantly looks away when it’s been too long to be normal; “get some rest,” he tells you as if you’re able to listen. the fact that you’re not awake to remember what happens next gives him enough courage to pull the covers over you both and press a gentle kiss to your forehead, promising to be there in the morning when you wake up.

About me: Rue, 20. She/her. ENFP, pisces. Poetry enthusiast. English is not my first language. All fics edited by @velvet-kissesss​.

Requests are open: I write when I have time to, no schedule. If you submit a request, no promises that I’ll write it - some asks just don’t spark inspiration for me. 

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Rules: General stuff. Characters I write for and what I don’t write. 

Masterlists:

Bnha masterlist (discontinued)

Haikyuu! masterlist

Haikyuu! smau masterlist

Dead on arrival (hq x reader series) masterlist

JJK masterlist

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I have a feeling that Sakusa adores bimbos

one of my fav fics of all time

snack run | Shinsou Hitoshi X Reader X Kaminari Denki (BNHA)

Warnings: 18+! Drug use, Public Blowjob, Prostitution

i have had heaps of people ask about this, so I thought id bring it ‘home’ ♡︎ enjoy!

You really didn’t plan on this, but that’s how the story always goes, doesn’t it?

Denki’s lips are on your neck, the small of your back grazing the rough bricks behind you, your eyes cast upwards at the glowing KFC sign illuminating the storefront. You’re both a little drunk—and he’s a little high, too—but your eyes drop to scan the immediate vicinity, hyperaware of the possibility of being seen.

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