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25 • they/them ⭐ NSFW 🔞 minors DNI • pro-ship ⭐ HQ!!, tristamp • miyacest, plantcest ⭐ miyameian on bluesky, vague-flirting on tumblr
Jan 12, 2023 9 tweets 2 min read
skts + "i want you to watch" cw // fuck machine , d/s

"omi..." atsumu whines when he walks into their bedroom and sees what kiyoomi's set out for his punishment.

"no complaining," kiyoomi reprimands him. "whores who jerk off without permission don't get to complain." atsumu's about to start grumbling when kiyoomi shoves a ball gag in his mouth, shutting him up. he secures the straps around atsumu's head before pulling atsumu over to the bed. atsumu goes reluctantly, knowing that if he resists, kiyoomi will make his punishment worse.
Oct 28, 2022 8 tweets 2 min read
#sakuatsu cw // NSFW , noncon , drugged sex , kidnapping

"shh, shh," kiyoomi coos, brushing atsumu's sweaty bangs off his forehead. "don't try to talk."

atsumu's teary eyes meet kiyoomi's and /fuck that's hot/, kiyoomi thinks. his cock twitches in atsumu's mouth. kiyoomi has wanted to shut atsumu up with his cock for years and now he finally can. twisting his fingers in bleached-blond hair, kiyoomi forces atsumu to bob his head. eyes hazy, atsumu allows himself to be maneuvered in whatever way kiyoomi pleases. it's bliss.
Apr 17, 2022 76 tweets 11 min read
"My missing husband came home, but I just know it isn't him."

[ #atsuoi and minor sakuatsu, psychological horror / thriller & associated dark themes, mentioned mcd and ambiguous ending. inspired by a post linked at the end ] Image Oikawa Atsumu went missing six months ago. He'd gone to pick up dinner one night, and just... never came home. Friends, family, neighbors--everyone was shocked and devastated, especially Atsumu's husband, Tooru.
Nov 28, 2021 35 tweets 6 min read
pre #osamei cw death mention, paranormal

"s'beautiful out tonight," osamu says to no one that can hear. it's cool but not cold and the sky is cloudless. here in the suburbs, the dazzling winter stars are bright and clear.

"why am i in a graveyard," osamu drunkenly asks the sky. his pants are wet from sitting in the grass, and the headstone he's resting his back against is uncomfortable at best. but the bottle gripped tightly in his hand is helping him forget about that.