https://blue.feedland.org/?river=http://data.feedland.org/blue/feeds/alyxe.xml It's just a feed for now Sat, 26 Oct 2024 11:23:09 GMT feedland v0.6.43 https://cyber.harvard.edu/rss/rss.html Sat, 26 Oct 2024 11:23:08 GMT http://rpc.rsscloud.io:5337/pleaseNotify Sat, October 26, 2024 7:23 AM EDT <p>#SkTs #alyxewrites #nsfw -ish</p> <p>Kiyoomi has the sex drive of a mad man. Atsumu knows that because every Friday night, the doorbell echoes through the share house and one of Kiyoomi’s many boytoys stands at the door. Atsumu watches for months, a little feral, kind of angry, a whole lot jealous, because he has been Kiyoomi’s friend for years now. Yet, Kiyoomi rather has some stranger than ask Atsumu to take care of him?</p> <p>In a fit of possessiveness, when the next Friday rolls around and another handsome man stands at the doorway, Atsumu is the first to greet him. He does the thing that everybody would do in his shoes: He opens the door and tells the man, </p> <p>“Sakusa isn’t here. Go do something else with your time, ass face.”</p> <p>Later that night, Kiyoomi knocks at his door and opens it before waiting for a reply. “Do you hold up three rounds?” he asks.</p> <p>Atsumu furrows his brows and looks up from his phone. “Of what?”</p> <p>Kiyoomi rolls his eyes like he’s inconvenienced by this. “Do you hold up three rounds or not? If not, you have no business sending my men away. If you do, you can come to my room and prove yourself.”</p> <p>Atsumu doesn’t hold up three rounds, but the way Kiyoomi is trembling and crying at the end of it lets him believe that it’s enough.</p> <p>/fin</p> Sat, 26 Oct 2024 11:23:09 GMT https://blue.feedland.org/?item=704708 https://blue.feedland.org/?item=704708 #SkTs #alyxewrites #nsfw -ish Kiyoomi has the sex drive of a mad man. Atsumu knows that because every Friday night, the doorbell echoes through the share house and one of Kiyoomi’s many boytoys stands at the door. Atsumu watches for months, a little feral, kind of angry, a whole lot jealous, because he has been Kiyoomi’s friend for years now. Yet, Kiyoomi rather has some stranger than ask Atsumu to take care of him? In a fit of possessiveness, when the next Friday rolls around and another handsome man stands at the doorway, Atsumu is the first to greet him. He does the thing that everybody would do in his shoes: He opens the door and tells the man, “Sakusa isn’t here. Go do something else with your time, ass face.” Later that night, Kiyoomi knocks at his door and opens it before waiting for a reply. “Do you hold up three rounds?” he asks. Atsumu furrows his brows and looks up from his phone. “Of what?” Kiyoomi rolls his eyes like he’s inconvenienced by this. “Do you hold up three rounds or not? If not, you have no business sending my men away. If you do, you can come to my room and prove yourself.” Atsumu doesn’t hold up three rounds, but the way Kiyoomi is trembling and crying at the end of it lets him believe that it’s enough. /fin <p>#SkTs #alyxewrites #nsfw -ish</p> <p>Kiyoomi has the sex drive of a mad man. Atsumu knows that because every Friday night, the doorbell echoes through the share house and one of Kiyoomi’s many boytoys stands at the door. Atsumu watches for months, a little feral, kind of angry, a whole lot jealous, because he has been Kiyoomi’s friend for years now. Yet, Kiyoomi rather has some stranger than ask Atsumu to take care of him?</p> <p>In a fit of possessiveness, when the next Friday rolls around and another handsome man stands at the doorway, Atsumu is the first to greet him. He does the thing that everybody would do in his shoes: He opens the door and tells the man,</p> <p>“Sakusa isn’t here. Go do something else with your time, ass face.”</p> <p>Later that night, Kiyoomi knocks at his door and opens it before waiting for a reply. “Do you hold up three rounds?” he asks.</p> <p>Atsumu furrows his brows and looks up from his phone. “Of what?”</p> <p>Kiyoomi rolls his eyes like he’s inconvenienced by this. “Do you hold up three rounds or not? If not, you have no business sending my men away. If you do, you can come to my room and prove yourself.”</p> <p>Atsumu doesn’t hold up three rounds, but the way Kiyoomi is trembling and crying at the end of it lets him believe that it’s enough.</p> <p>/fin</p> Sat, 26 Oct 2024 10:54:27 GMT https://blue.feedland.org/?item=704666 https://blue.feedland.org/?item=704666 #SkTs #alyxewrites #nsfw -ish Kiyoomi has the sex drive of a mad man. Atsumu knows that because every Friday night, the doorbell echoes through the share house and one of Kiyoomi’s many boytoys stands at the door. Atsumu watches for months, a little feral, kind of angry, a whole lot jealous, because he has been Kiyoomi’s friend for years now. Yet, Kiyoomi rather has some stranger than ask Atsumu to take care of him? In a fit of possessiveness, when the next Friday rolls around and another handsome man stands at the doorway, Atsumu is the first to greet him. He does the thing that everybody would do in his shoes: He opens the door and tells the man, “Sakusa isn’t here. Go do something else with your time, ass face.” Later that night, Kiyoomi knocks at his door and opens it before waiting for a reply. “Do you hold up three rounds?” he asks. Atsumu furrows his brows and looks up from his phone. “Of what?” Kiyoomi rolls his eyes like he’s inconvenienced by this. “Do you hold up three rounds or not? If not, you have no business sending my men away. If you do, you can come to my room and prove yourself.” Atsumu doesn’t hold up three rounds, but the way Kiyoomi is trembling and crying at the end of it lets him believe that it’s enough. /fin <p>#SkTs #alyxewrites #nsfw -ish</p> <p>Kiyoomi has the sex drive of a mad man. Atsumu knows that because every Friday night, the doorbell echoes through the share house and one of Kiyoomi’s many boytoys stands at the door. Atsumu watches for months, a little feral, kind of angry, a whole lot jealous, because he has been Kiyoomi’s friend for years now. Yet, Kiyoomi rather has some stranger than ask Atsumu to take care of him?</p> <p>In a fit of possessiveness, when the next Friday rolls around and another handsome man stands at the doorway, Atsumu is the first to greet him. He does the thing that everybody would do in his shoes: He opens the door and tells the man,</p> <p>“Sakusa isn’t here. Go do something else with your time, ass face.”</p> <p>Later that night, Kiyoomi knocks at his door and opens it before waiting for a reply. “Do you hold up three rounds?” he asks.</p> <p>Atsumu furrows his brows and looks up from his phone. “Of what?”</p> <p>Kiyoomi rolls his eyes like he’s inconvenienced by this. “Do you hold up three rounds or not? If not, you have no business sending my men away. If you do, you can come to my room and prove yourself.”</p> <p>Atsumu doesn’t hold up three rounds, but the way Kiyoomi is trembling and crying at the end of it lets him believe that it’s enough.</p> <p>/fin</p> Sat, 26 Oct 2024 10:50:44 GMT https://blue.feedland.org/?item=704664 https://blue.feedland.org/?item=704664 #SkTs #alyxewrites #nsfw -ish Kiyoomi has the sex drive of a mad man. Atsumu knows that because every Friday night, the doorbell echoes through the share house and one of Kiyoomi’s many boytoys stands at the door. Atsumu watches for months, a little feral, kind of angry, a whole lot jealous, because he has been Kiyoomi’s friend for years now. Yet, Kiyoomi rather has some stranger than ask Atsumu to take care of him? In a fit of possessiveness, when the next Friday rolls around and another handsome man stands at the doorway, Atsumu is the first to greet him. He does the thing that everybody would do in his shoes: He opens the door and tells the man, “Sakusa isn’t here. Go do something else with your time, ass face.” Later that night, Kiyoomi knocks at his door and opens it before waiting for a reply. “Do you hold up three rounds?” he asks. Atsumu furrows his brows and looks up from his phone. “Of what?” Kiyoomi rolls his eyes like he’s inconvenienced by this. “Do you hold up three rounds or not? If not, you have no business sending my men away. If you do, you can come to my room and prove yourself.” Atsumu doesn’t hold up three rounds, but the way Kiyoomi is trembling and crying at the end of it lets him believe that it’s enough. /fin <p>#SkTs #alyxewrites #nsfw -ish</p> <p>Kiyoomi has the sex drive of a mad man. Atsumu knows that because every Friday night, the doorbell echoes through the share house and one of Kiyoomi’s many boytoys stands at the door. Atsumu watches for months, a little feral, kind of angry, a whole lot jealous, because he has been Kiyoomi’s friend for years now. Yet, Kiyoomi rather has some stranger than ask Atsumu to take care of him?</p> <p>In a fit of possessiveness, when the next Friday rolls around and another handsome man stands at the doorway, Atsumu is the first to greet him. He does the thing that everybody would do in his shoes: He opens the door and tells the man,</p> <p>“Sakusa isn’t here. Go do something else with your time, ass face.”</p> <p>Later that night, Kiyoomi knocks at his door and opens it before waiting for a reply. “Do you hold up three rounds?” he asks.</p> <p>Atsumu furrows his brows and looks up from his phone. “Of what?”</p> <p>Kiyoomi rolls his eyes like he’s inconvenienced by this. “Do you hold up three rounds or not? If not, you have no business sending my men away. If you do, you can come to my room and prove yourself.”</p> <p>Atsumu doesn’t hold up three rounds, but the way Kiyoomi is trembling and crying at the end of it lets him believe that it’s enough.</p> <p>/fin</p> Sat, 26 Oct 2024 10:36:47 GMT https://blue.feedland.org/?item=704643 https://blue.feedland.org/?item=704643 #SkTs #alyxewrites #nsfw -ish Kiyoomi has the sex drive of a mad man. Atsumu knows that because every Friday night, the doorbell echoes through the share house and one of Kiyoomi’s many boytoys stands at the door. Atsumu watches for months, a little feral, kind of angry, a whole lot jealous, because he has been Kiyoomi’s friend for years now. Yet, Kiyoomi rather has some stranger than ask Atsumu to take care of him? In a fit of possessiveness, when the next Friday rolls around and another handsome man stands at the doorway, Atsumu is the first to greet him. He does the thing that everybody would do in his shoes: He opens the door and tells the man, “Sakusa isn’t here. Go do something else with your time, ass face.” Later that night, Kiyoomi knocks at his door and opens it before waiting for a reply. “Do you hold up three rounds?” he asks. Atsumu furrows his brows and looks up from his phone. “Of what?” Kiyoomi rolls his eyes like he’s inconvenienced by this. “Do you hold up three rounds or not? If not, you have no business sending my men away. If you do, you can come to my room and prove yourself.” Atsumu doesn’t hold up three rounds, but the way Kiyoomi is trembling and crying at the end of it lets him believe that it’s enough. /fin <p>#SkTs #alyxewrites #nsfw -ish</p> <p>Kiyoomi has the sex drive of a mad man. Atsumu knows that because every Friday night, the doorbell echoes through the share house and one of Kiyoomi’s many boytoys stands at the door. Atsumu watches for months, a little feral, kind of angry, a whole lot jealous, because he has been Kiyoomi’s friend for years now. Yet, Kiyoomi rather has some stranger than ask Atsumu to take care of him?</p> <p>In a fit of possessiveness, when the next Friday rolls around and another handsome man stands at the doorway, Atsumu is the first to greet him. He does the thing that everybody would do in his shoes: He opens the door and tells the man,</p> <p>“Sakusa isn’t here. Go do something else with your time, ass face.”</p> <p>Later that night, Kiyoomi knocks at his door and opens it before waiting for a reply. “Do you hold up three rounds?” he asks.</p> <p>Atsumu furrows his brows and looks up from his phone. “Of what?”</p> <p>Kiyoomi rolls his eyes like he’s inconvenienced by this. “Do you hold up three rounds or not? If not, you have no business sending my men away. If you do, you can come to my room and prove yourself.”</p> <p>Atsumu doesn’t hold up three rounds, but the way Kiyoomi is trembling and crying at the end of it lets him believe that it’s enough.</p> <p>/fin</p> Sat, 26 Oct 2024 10:33:00 GMT https://blue.feedland.org/?item=704638 https://blue.feedland.org/?item=704638 #SkTs #alyxewrites #nsfw -ish Kiyoomi has the sex drive of a mad man. Atsumu knows that because every Friday night, the doorbell echoes through the share house and one of Kiyoomi’s many boytoys stands at the door. Atsumu watches for months, a little feral, kind of angry, a whole lot jealous, because he has been Kiyoomi’s friend for years now. Yet, Kiyoomi rather has some stranger than ask Atsumu to take care of him? In a fit of possessiveness, when the next Friday rolls around and another handsome man stands at the doorway, Atsumu is the first to greet him. He does the thing that everybody would do in his shoes: He opens the door and tells the man, “Sakusa isn’t here. Go do something else with your time, ass face.” Later that night, Kiyoomi knocks at his door and opens it before waiting for a reply. “Do you hold up three rounds?” he asks. Atsumu furrows his brows and looks up from his phone. “Of what?” Kiyoomi rolls his eyes like he’s inconvenienced by this. “Do you hold up three rounds or not? If not, you have no business sending my men away. If you do, you can come to my room and prove yourself.” Atsumu doesn’t hold up three rounds, but the way Kiyoomi is trembling and crying at the end of it lets him believe that it’s enough. /fin <p>#SkTs #alyxewrites #nsfw -ish</p> <p>Kiyoomi has the sex drive of a mad man. Atsumu knows that because every Friday night, the doorbell echoes through the share house and one of Kiyoomi’s many boytoys stands at the door. Atsumu watches for months, a little feral, kind of angry, a whole lot jealous, because he has been Kiyoomi’s friend for years now. Yet, Kiyoomi rather has some stranger than ask Atsumu to take care of him?</p> <p>In a fit of possessiveness, when the next Friday rolls around and another handsome man stands at the doorway, Atsumu is the first to greet him. He does the thing that everybody would do in his shoes: He opens the door and tells the man,</p> <p>“Sakusa isn’t here. Go do something else with your time, ass face.”</p> <p>Later that night, Kiyoomi knocks at his door and opens it before waiting for a reply. “Do you hold up three rounds?” he asks.</p> <p>Atsumu furrows his brows and looks up from his phone. “Of what?”</p> <p>Kiyoomi rolls his eyes like he’s inconvenienced by this. “Do you hold up three rounds or not? If not, you have no business sending my men away. If you do, you can come to my room and prove yourself.”</p> <p>Atsumu doesn’t hold up three rounds, but the way Kiyoomi is trembling and crying at the end of it lets him believe that it’s enough.</p> <p>/fin</p> Sat, 26 Oct 2024 10:32:22 GMT https://blue.feedland.org/?item=704637 https://blue.feedland.org/?item=704637 #SkTs #alyxewrites #nsfw -ish Kiyoomi has the sex drive of a mad man. Atsumu knows that because every Friday night, the doorbell echoes through the share house and one of Kiyoomi’s many boytoys stands at the door. Atsumu watches for months, a little feral, kind of angry, a whole lot jealous, because he has been Kiyoomi’s friend for years now. Yet, Kiyoomi rather has some stranger than ask Atsumu to take care of him? In a fit of possessiveness, when the next Friday rolls around and another handsome man stands at the doorway, Atsumu is the first to greet him. He does the thing that everybody would do in his shoes: He opens the door and tells the man, “Sakusa isn’t here. Go do something else with your time, ass face.” Later that night, Kiyoomi knocks at his door and opens it before waiting for a reply. “Do you hold up three rounds?” he asks. Atsumu furrows his brows and looks up from his phone. “Of what?” Kiyoomi rolls his eyes like he’s inconvenienced by this. “Do you hold up three rounds or not? If not, you have no business sending my men away. If you do, you can come to my room and prove yourself.” Atsumu doesn’t hold up three rounds, but the way Kiyoomi is trembling and crying at the end of it lets him believe that it’s enough. /fin <p>#SkTs #alyxewrites #nsfw -ish</p> <p>Kiyoomi has the sex drive of a mad man. Atsumu knows that because every Friday night, the doorbell echoes through the share house and one of Kiyoomi’s many boytoys stands at the door. Atsumu watches for months, a little feral, kind of angry, a whole lot jealous, because he has been Kiyoomi’s friend for years now. Yet, Kiyoomi rather has some stranger than ask Atsumu to take care of him?</p> <p>In a fit of possessiveness, when the next Friday rolls around and another handsome man stands at the doorway, Atsumu is the first to greet him. He does the thing that everybody would do in his shoes: He opens the door and tells the man,</p> <p>“Sakusa isn’t here. Go do something else with your time, ass face.”</p> <p>Later that night, Kiyoomi knocks at his door and opens it before waiting for a reply. “Do you hold up three rounds?” he asks.</p> <p>Atsumu furrows his brows and looks up from his phone. “Of what?”</p> <p>Kiyoomi rolls his eyes like he’s inconvenienced by this. “Do you hold up three rounds or not? If not, you have no business sending my men away. If you do, you can come to my room and prove yourself.”</p> <p>Atsumu doesn’t hold up three rounds, but the way Kiyoomi is trembling and crying at the end of it lets him believe that it’s enough.</p> <p>/fin</p> Sat, 26 Oct 2024 10:32:04 GMT https://blue.feedland.org/?item=704636 https://blue.feedland.org/?item=704636 #SkTs #alyxewrites #nsfw -ish Kiyoomi has the sex drive of a mad man. Atsumu knows that because every Friday night, the doorbell echoes through the share house and one of Kiyoomi’s many boytoys stands at the door. Atsumu watches for months, a little feral, kind of angry, a whole lot jealous, because he has been Kiyoomi’s friend for years now. Yet, Kiyoomi rather has some stranger than ask Atsumu to take care of him? In a fit of possessiveness, when the next Friday rolls around and another handsome man stands at the doorway, Atsumu is the first to greet him. He does the thing that everybody would do in his shoes: He opens the door and tells the man, “Sakusa isn’t here. Go do something else with your time, ass face.” Later that night, Kiyoomi knocks at his door and opens it before waiting for a reply. “Do you hold up three rounds?” he asks. Atsumu furrows his brows and looks up from his phone. “Of what?” Kiyoomi rolls his eyes like he’s inconvenienced by this. “Do you hold up three rounds or not? If not, you have no business sending my men away. If you do, you can come to my room and prove yourself.” Atsumu doesn’t hold up three rounds, but the way Kiyoomi is trembling and crying at the end of it lets him believe that it’s enough. /fin <p>SkTs | homoerotic way of applying make-up</p> <p>Atsumu isn’t sure one needs to be this close when applying makeup. Actually, scratch that- he’s pretty sure it’s not necessary at 𝘢𝘭𝘭.</p> <p>Sakusa seems to think differently.</p> <p>“Look up,” Sakusa𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 says lowly, just a breath away. Atsumu can feel it on his face, minty and warm.</p> <p>He’s leaned back in the couch, his head tilted so far back that he’s facing the ceiling. Sakusa put his weight onto his knee, that’s propped up on the couch next to Atsumu’s thigh, touching him enough to be more than just friendly, but too little to allow room for questions.</p> <p>His calloused palm is on Atsumu’s cheek, holding him in place, as he leans over him and applies dark eyeliner on his waterline. Sakusa’s face is right above his and Atsumu can’t even bring himself to look away.</p> <p>“Your face is getting really warm. You alright?” Sakusa, ever the asshole, asks with an amused lilt in his deep voice.</p> <p>“Mm-hm. Peachy.”</p> <p>Sakusa’s thumb brushes over his cheek briefly, before moving downwards. Atsumu stops breathing when it glides over his lips.</p> <p>“They’re a little chapped. We better apply some lip balm.”</p> <p>Atsumu feels his heart pounding so hard in his throat, his head gets a little lightheaded. Breathing. He should remember to breathe.</p> <p>“You’re blushing,” Sakusa states the obvious, the corners of his lips quirking up.</p> <p>“Ya know what yer doin’.”</p> <p>Sakusa smiles knowingly at him, before he leans down, lips brushing the shell of Atsumu’s ear, before he whispers in the sweetest, honey-drip voice, “And you 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 know what you’re doing to 𝘮𝘦.”</p> <p>Before Atsumu has the time or brain power to react, Sakusa moves away. He looks him in the eyes, for three tense seconds, before he drops his gaze onto Atsumu’s lap and eyes the obvious tent in Atsumu’s pants.</p> <p>The amused glint in his eyes only worsens and Atsumu can’t help but shift in his seat.</p> <p>“I need to finish your makeup so we won’t be late. Feel free to take care of yourself.”</p> <p>Atsumu has never opened his pants quicker in his entire life.</p> <p>/fin? (maybe I’ll continue this uwu)</p> <p>(inspired by that old ass viral pic that was our collective gay awakening)</p> Tue, 03 Oct 2023 13:40:48 GMT https://blue.feedland.org/?item=140138 https://blue.feedland.org/?item=140138 SkTs | homoerotic way of applying make-up Atsumu isn’t sure one needs to be this close when applying makeup. Actually, scratch that- he’s pretty sure it’s not necessary at 𝘢𝘭𝘭. Sakusa seems to think differently. “Look up,” Sakusa𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 says lowly, just a breath away. Atsumu can feel it on his face, minty and warm. He’s leaned back in the couch, his head tilted so far back that he’s facing the ceiling. Sakusa put his weight onto his knee, that’s propped up on the couch next to Atsumu’s thigh, touching him enough to be more than just friendly, but too little to allow room for questions. His calloused palm is on Atsumu’s cheek, holding him in place, as he leans over him and applies dark eyeliner on his waterline. Sakusa’s face is right above his and Atsumu can’t even bring himself to look away. “Your face is getting really warm. You alright?” Sakusa, ever the asshole, asks with an amused lilt in his deep voice. “Mm-hm. Peachy.” Sakusa’s thumb brushes over his cheek briefly, before moving downwards. Atsumu stops breathing when it glides over his lips. “They’re a little chapped. We better apply some lip balm.” Atsumu feels his heart pounding so hard in his throat, his head gets a little lightheaded. Breathing. He should remember to breathe. “You’re blushing,” Sakusa states the obvious, the corners of his lips quirking up. “Ya know what yer doin’.” Sakusa smiles knowingly at him, before he leans down, lips brushing the shell of Atsumu’s ear, before he whispers in the sweetest, honey-drip voice, “And you 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 know what you’re doing to 𝘮𝘦.” Before Atsumu has the time or brain power to react, Sakusa moves away. He looks him in the eyes, for three tense seconds, before he drops his gaze onto Atsumu’s lap and eyes the obvious tent in Atsumu’s pants. The amused glint in his eyes only worsens and Atsumu can’t help but shift in his seat. “I need to finish your makeup so we won’t be late. Feel free to take care of yourself.” Atsumu has never opened his pants quicker in his entire life. /fin? (maybe I’ll continue this uwu) (inspired by that old ass viral pic that was our collective gay awakening)