First Thing You See After You Zoom In Is How You Die

I love being a woman in stem, I say as my phone is at 1% and I speak these last dying words to you while my research proposal sits in front of me, unfinished

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

is it too much to ask for kuroo tetsuro to hold my tits so i can use his hands as a bra???? like i dont want to hold them so can he hold them for me???

[1:46 AM]

characters: suna rintarou x gn! reader

genre: fluff

wc: 1.2k

warnings: suna carries you, food, one curse word

a/n: this took a concerning amount of time to write, requested by @svnaskink :]

there’s no time to sleep; not when suna’s cravings have been a pain in his ass the entire day.

what exactly has he been craving for though? don’t ask him because he doesn’t know either. all he knows is that he wants to eat something and he wants it now. perhaps a trip to the store could lead him to the answer.

he props his body up with his elbows, half of his back on the bed, and glances over to his side to see you sleeping. you look very peaceful. time to ruin it.

he generously gives your arm quick, firm pokes, but receives no reaction. “babe, wake up. hey. hello?” he pauses. “if you love me you’ll wake up.”

his heart shatters when you don’t.

now fully sitting up, he cautiously grabs his pillow from behind him and he really hopes you’ll forgive him for this but he also thinks you deserve it for cuddling your pillow instead of him. he hasn’t taken his eyes off your figure for a second, looking for a sign that you’re actually conscious and he isn’t welcoming death with open arms.

yolo, he thinks, then he winds his arm up to gather momentum and slaps it down on your torso.

you wake with a startle, eyes darting around the room even though it’s too dark to see anything and you worry when you don’t feel a warm body in your arms. “rin, are you okay?” your voice is scratchy, laced with sleep, and it’s just how he likes it.

he’s touched that he’s the first thing on your mind; consider his heart repaired.

“did you just fucking hit me with a pillow?”

suna pretends he didn’t hear you. “no, i'm not okay. far from it.” his voice, too, is scratchy and it would have been really nice to hear if you weren’t woken up so rudely.

you’re half-dead right now, so your ability to differ between his serious voice and his joking voice is basically nonexistent. you decide to blame the surreal atmosphere of the night and whatever is going on with suna for his poor decision-making skills and roll on top of him, hugging him tight because maybe he’s just sad that he woke up without seeing your pretty face in front of him. he loosely wraps his arms around your waist and you find yourself on the brink of falling asleep again to the steady beat of his heart.

“i want to eat something,” suna admits, dipping his fingers underneath the bottom of your shirt then softly rubbing your lower back.

you sigh, satisfied. you think suna should quit volleyball and pursue a career as a masseuse. “go ahead, we have a kitchen two seconds away.”

“but there’s nothing to eat here,” he almost whines. “let’s go to the store.”

“that didn’t sound like a question.”

“‘cause it’s not.” suna opens his eyes wide and raises his eyebrows to emphasize the meaning of his words.

“it’s—” you try to reach for your phone on the bedside table, grabbing at air until you feel something solid. even on the dimmest brightness setting, you’re still blinded by the screen and you have to squint to make the numbers out clearly. “— two in the morning, rin. can’t this wait until the sun rises?”

suna rintarou (25) literary genius, replies with an eloquent “no. let’s go, time to wake up,” and rapidly taps your back.

you lift your head up to his ear to mumble “over my dead body,” then bury your face into the crook of his neck (it always fits perfectly and you and suna both think you were made for each other), and close your eyes.

—

it’s your fault honestly. you’ve known suna for nearly half of your life so you should know that if he really wants something, he’s getting it. that’s how you got stuck with him for the past few years.

you don’t even want to know how you slept through suna carrying you out of bed, into the car, out of the car, and into the cart of the convenience store. hopefully no one saw any of that happening, but the worker eyeing the two of you warily makes your face heat up in embarrassment.

no longer are you in the comfort of your warm home, in your warm bed, and in suna’s warm arms. instead, you’re met with the opposite as you watch suna open a door to the freezer and pick up something that looks strangely similar to the ice cream tub you have at home.

suna feels a pair of eyes gazing at him so he turns to look at you, on the verge of becoming single, and gives you his signature charming half-smile.

“good morning,” he waves to you. “you look beautiful and i love you.”

“good morning,” you say with a scowl on your face. “you look ugly and unlovable.” you cross your arms and turn away from him, finally realizing that in this very uncomfortable cart, you’re covered by the emergency blanket suna keeps in his car for late-night rendezvous.

suna chuckles as he places the ice cream in your lap, which sucks out all the little warmth in your body and you’re pretty sure he did this on purpose to give you frostbite. he starts to push the cart toward the checkout counter where the same employee you saw earlier is currently at and you instantly hide your face. you make a mental note to never come to this store ever again.

he’s quick though, using a tactic he’s perfected over the years: making the cashier feel awkward to make them rush through the scanning and payment process. if you weren’t in the store’s shopping cart sometime at two in the morning, you might have subtly intervened; for now, you make a valid point in your head that you can’t be a good person all the time.

sometime during your internal talk, suna had wheeled you out of the store and now, as he helps you get out of the hard, metal cage, you stumble a bit.

“don’t go falling for me, sweetheart,” he says as he steadies you, and you want to wipe that stupid smirk off his stupid(ly gorgeous) face. he reaches for the blanket hanging off the side of the cart and wraps it around your shoulders, and smoothly tugs you forward to land a peck on your forehead. “wouldn’t want that happening, now would we?”

he goes to put the cart away while you fawn over your boyfriend wait in the car with the ice cream in your hands, and you remember that you have a very important question for him.

when he comes back, you allow him to put on his seatbelt first and as he puts the car in reverse, you ask him, “did you forget that we have ice cream at home?”

he purses his lips for a second, then mutters, “i ate it when you fell asleep again.” he gently pinches your cheek when you laugh and you can spot the faintest pop of red appearing on the tips of his ears.

and as he exits the parking lot of the store, well-past two in the morning, you take his hand in yours and kiss the back of it and say, “i love you too.”

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situationship sero who u go to a carnival with and he wins u a big ass plushie and thinks ur his girlfriend right then and there

I like to think he's horrendously love sick immediately. you light up and he's done for-- he's thinking about introducing you to his mom, bringing you on vacation, telling you that he loves you-

tempted to take a nap

reblog to give warm bread to your mutuals

The more bisexuals in your life. The better

In which Mattsun eats you out on the couch

[10:49pm]

It was getting late, and you knew you should be heading home by now. But currently you were pinned underneath your boyfriend on his couch in his shared apartment. His roommate was out, so the two of you had decided to have a quiet night in and watch some movies.

But of course one thing led to another, because Issei was never known for keeping his hands to himself.

“Sei...” You whine when he gropes a handful of your breast and rocks his hips harder into yours.

He pays you no mind as he keeps kissing your neck, grabbing and reaching and just eating up every part of you in a way that he knows makes your head spin. In front of others he was usually upright and mild with his mischief, but that all went out the window when the two of you were alone.

“Hmm?” He hums against your throat without stopping his movements. If anything the sweet sounds you were making only made him more excited, and you can feel as much when his cock pulses beneath his sweats against your inner thigh.

“M-Makki could—" An involuntary moan cuts you off as you feel his cock press closer to your core. “We should… go to your room.”

You feel Issei’s lips curl against your skin. “He won’t be home for hours baby, just relax.”

And you do, finding yourself sinking farther into the plush cushions of the couch and pulling back to look up at him with blown pupils and puffy lips. “Then please fuck me already.”

You notice a glint in his eye as he hurriedly kisses you again. There’s urgency in his movement now as he begins to ground himself harder against your hips. It earns another moan from you, feeling his cock pressing against your folds.

His hands were already underneath your shirt, but now they were starting to travel down into the sweatpants you were wearing. His sweatpants, the ones that were way too big for you but were so soft and so fuzzy that you always insisted on wearing them whenever you came over. It was almost too easy for him to slip a finger beneath the waist band of your panties and start rubbing small circles around your clit.

“Sei.” You breathe. “Please.”

“You’re so wet.” He whispers in your ear before nibbling on the lobe. “I’ll take care of you baby, just be a good girl for me, yeah?”

You gasp and begin to squirm when his fingers skim past your clit. “Mhmm. I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Good.” He kisses your cheek and sits up on his knees to pull both your pants and your panties off before diving in to give your cunt a swipe of his tongue.

You let out a loud gasp and knot your fingers into his curly hair. “Issei!”

This only eggs him on further and you can feel his nose nudging against your clit for a mere moment before his lips find it and start to suck. Your leg kicks out off the couch, sending your bottoms flying to the floor and allowing more room for Issei to work with. His hands grip your thighs to anchor himself as he ventures further, determined to hear you sing his name at least once before he buries his cock inside you.

And sing you do.

With your orgasm so close to erupting you hitch your heel into his ass and push him further into your cunt. “Issei! Issei! Oh my god Issei I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna—"

Your back arches off the couch as you come hard with your nails digging into his scalp.

Issei eagerly laps up all of your juices and eventually glances up at you with the cheesiest smirk on his face.

“Oh my god.” You pant, sinking back into the couch. “Fuck.”

“Mhmm, we’re getting there sweetheart.” He chuckles as he climbs up to give you a salty kiss, littered with the taste of you. “If you’re still up for it of course?”

You roll your eyes and smirk back at him. “Like you even need to ask.”

He grins and kisses you again, pulling his sweatpants off with one hand. “I’m a gentleman at heart, yenno.”

You can’t help but giggle and kiss him again, eager as ever to feel his cock inside you.

Suddenly the sound of the front door opening stops both of you dead in your tracks.

You let out a gasp as Issei’s eyes stare back down at you, wide with terror. “Fuck.”

As fast as you can you reach for the blanket on the back of the couch and do your best to cover you both with it. Issei settles between your legs, his cock pressing into your folds with enough pressure to make you whimper, but you hold it in as the door closes and footsteps make their way into the living room.

Makki’s staring down at his phone as he walks, and only glances up at the two of you for a moment before returning to it. “Hey guys, whatcha watching?”

“Just whatevers on.” Issei speaks as casually as possible while you’re trying to get your heartbeat to settle down.

“Hmm, cool. Night.” Makki tosses a wave over his shoulder and heads down the hall.

After hearing his bedroom door shut you let out a huge sigh of relief. “Maybe he doesn’t know.”

“No, he definitely knows.” Issei sighs into your collarbone. “Your panties are still on the floor.”

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