drunk on reading

When one image is worth 100,000 words.

bent out of shape by favspacetwink, moonlumie

Kiyoomi bites his lip and moans as he comes hard, painting Atsumu’s stomach as his body ripples around his cock. His eyes slip shut and he writhes through it, hips twisting. Fuck, he forgot how good it feels to come with something inside him.

Darkest Darks, Lightest Lights by wordsliketeeth

“Fuck,” Takao says, more breath than actual volume. He begins moving his hand, slow and just this side of tortuous, selfish in how he wants to hear more. “So I was right—you want me to lead...” Takao speaks the final word like it's something tangible, felt in the way an old scar remains a tactile artifact but has lost its hurt. “Have you ever thought about this? What we're doing now?”

Midorima twitches into Takao's touch, and the sound that leaves his mouth breaks like he's choking on a sob. “Yes,” he admits in the form of a hiss.

“Have you thought about doing it to me?” Takao probes, suddenly feeling rapacious, like he's been staving off hunger for days and he needs to taste more of the anguish thrumming between the heat of Midorima's blood and the salt-heat of his skin. So before Midorima even has a chance to respond, Takao does what he's gotten so good at: he talks.

Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to choke on my cock? To submit to me in all of the ways you've never been able to give in to anything? Have you ever thought about what I would feel like inside of you? What it would mean to obey me, to surrender to my touch as I worked you open? Fuck, I bet you'd be so wet for me, baby. I could make you forget all of the things that plague you. I'd fuck you so good, and you'd be so good for me in response. I'd fuck my name right out of your pretty mouth. I'd make you a mess of come and tears, and I'd clean you up with my tongue—but it wouldn't be enough for you. So I'd kiss you, let your come drip down my chin before pressing our lips together to wet your mouth with the taste of yourself, then you'd know just how depraved and filthy you are—how you're every dirty fucking thing you're not supposed to be. I want to bring you down to my level, bring you over to my way of thinking. You'd really have a reason to call me out for my mouth then. I'd scratch akashingō right into your flawless skin, but the pain would be worth it. I'd fuck you through it, lick the blood off your pretty, wet flesh until your life-force was the only thing I could taste.”

Dress Up by Lys ap Adin (lysapadin)

He starts to slip his feet out of the heels, but Takao stops him. "Don't," he says, fingers light on Shintarou's shoulder. "Leave them on for me? Please?"

Shintarou looks up at him. "I thought we were going to bed." That certainly seems to be Takao's goal, at any rate.

Takao just smiles, even as he begins unbuttoning his shirt. "I want you to wear them while I'm fucking you," he says, and even though it sounds cheerful, he has an intent, hungry look in his eyes.

"You are ridiculous." And he is ridiculous, so ridiculous that Shintarou has no idea why he indulges him sometimes.