selene

sel ✶ 25 ✶ she/her

[khwohsahnt]

sel / selene ☼ virgo ☽ sagittarius ↑ saguittarius; 25; i’m back on tumblr 7 or 8 years later to gush about 2D people

fic recs

levi ackerman ⋆ oikawa tooru ⋆ hajime iwaizumi

kuroo tetsurou ⋆ miya atsumu ⋆ miya osamu

⚠️ i reblog 18+ works, if you’re a minor - do not interact with my reblog pls

[toruvi]

For the Levi ask event, can you draw him saying "be my valentine?" (you can choose if he's holding anything/his body expression etc) <3

“Would you like to—could you—did you wanna... Fuck. Do I really have to say it for you to know what I want? Just... bemyvalentineorwhatever.”

[katriaraden]

curious tiger | prints

[heich0e]

academic rival!kuroo posts a screenshot of his spotify wrapped to his instagram story (which you are hate-watching, obviously) and you realize the two of you listen to the EXACT same music. and so the next time you see him stooped over his favourite desk (that just so happens to be right across from yours) in the campus library with his little headphones on, pen pressed to his cheek as he's lost in his quiet concentration, you have the intrusive, unwelcome thought where you can't help but wonder what he's listening to.

[heich0e]

and then you're drunk at a department event, and against all odds or your own good fortune kuroo is the one who's helping you get home.

nothing makes sense, the world is fuzzy and unfocused, and you hate him. but he's so warm and solid as he guides you down the sidewalk in the direction of your apartment, so sturdy and reliable as he helps you veer around a puddle in the middle of the pavement with a gentle "oop-there you go", that you almost forget who's helping you. it's only when you catch the scent of his cologne--no, not cologne, it's too subtle to be that; maybe it's his body wash, or his fabric softener--and you're tilting your face towards it that it strikes you just whose hand is on your waist. whose arm is curled around your back as you lean into him.

and you wrench yourself out of his hold.

kuroo stares at you with wide, startled eyes as you glower at him with your arms crossed over your chest.

"how long have you even been listening to them?" you slur, and a petulant stomp of your foot wouldn't be out of place considering how childish you look with sulky indignation so clear on your features.

"ah... uh... who?" kuroo asks, scratching behind his ear awkwardly as he indulges your utterly nonsensical inquisition.

"your top spotify artist!" you reply exasperatedly, like it ought to be completely obvious.

kuroo's head tilts to the side curiously, his brows lifting.

"oh.. them?" he asks, befuddled but amused, and then mentions the band by name for even further clarification. you offer him only two terse nods in acknowledgement of each question.

"i've been listening to them since i was in high school," suddenly kuroo seems a little bashful, reluctant to meet your gaze. he tilts his head up to look at the night sky overhead, the ghost of a smile on his lips like he's trying not to let it take hold. "they had one song on the soundtrack of a movie i really liked-"

you gasp.

"that movie! with that guy!"

kuroo looks like he's almost in pain trying not to laugh at your horror.

"uh, yeah. sure," he agrees, though he likely can't tell either way if you're thinking of the same film he is given your nondescript allusions.

"you know!" you stumble forward slightly, and without missing a beat he steadies you. you grab onto the collar of his coat and shake him lightly. "that movie, and there's that guy! and he's all handsome and stuck up and annoying. and then there's the girl, and they hate each other but then it turns out he was totally in love with her the whole time! it's a classic! i saw it like three times in theatres when i was in second year."

you don't realize how close you've gotten to kuroo until you notice the way his entire body has gone still--the lapels of his jacket still clutched tightly in your hands. you blink up at his face, peering down at you with wide, bewildered eyes. he looks like he's not even breathing. his eyes look so much softer in the glow of the streetlights.

it's so quiet.

"i feel dizzy," you mumble after a moment, knees wobbling as your grip slackens.

"woah there," kuroo says, an arm wrapping around your waist as you dip down unsteadily. he huffs in relief as he catches you. "god why did you drink so much tonight?"

you mutter something that sounds suspiciously like 'none of your business' under your breath. better that than confess to the fact you were drowning your sorrows due to him outscoring you by a single percentage point on your most recent assessment.

"here," kuroo crouches down in front of you, offering you his back. "i'll piggyback you the rest of the way."

"no thanks," you snap, jutting out your chin and turning your nose up (literally) at his offer.

"we're still four blocks away from your place, and at this rate we're not gonna get there until next week," kuroo urges you, "don't you wanna get home?"

your eyes narrow mistrustfully, scrutinizing his motives. but the call of your own apartment and the comfort of your bed drowns out your reservations, and before you know it you're clinging to your nemesis' neck as he totes you down the road in careful, loping strides towards your home.

it's surprisingly comfortable pressed into the broad planes of kuroo tetsurou's back. the least likely ride home you ever would have expected. you slump forward sleepily, your chin tucking over his shoulder. his grip on your thighs tightens.

"you kinda remind me of him, yknow," you slur, your mouth close to his ear as your head lolls limply to the side.

"who?" kuroo asks, still maintaining his pace, tilting his face slightly towards you until your cheeks are almost brushing.

there's a soft heat radiating from his.

"that guy," you murmur, your eyes fluttering closed. "from that movie."

kuroo's stride falters slightly. he clears his throat as he hitches you up further on his back.

"you think i'm handsome?" kuroo asks, teasing but a little strained. too much breath behind the words to give them levity.

"and annoying," you specify, not bothering to open your eyes.

if you did, you might see the way tetsurou's cheeks burn red at your confession. might see the dopey grin he has no choice but to let overtake his face. might see how pathetically hopeful he looks in the wake of your words.

but your eyes stay closed. and kuroo keeps walking. and the two of you like the same music.

and movies.

and each other.

[demxnscous]

contains: fem-bodied reader (no pronouns), established relationship, intimate moments, brief dry-humping, he gets to bury his face in your tits, good boyfriend kiyoomi that loves letting you play with him

warnings: MINORS DNI

a/n: self-indulgent saturday because I say so

Kiyoomi feels the undeniable, comforting weight of you settling in his lap, your knees pressing into the couch’s cushioning on either side of him; it’s unexpected, though not unwelcome. And you don’t sit in the cradle of his thighs yet, choosing instead to remain on your knees. He inhales like it might be his last: deep, careful, restrained. The tincture of your perfume still holds to your warm skin, even after a long day.

“Hi, Omi,” you murmur as you look slightly down at the man below you. Your hands rest on his shoulders, squeezing in kind, moving upward to hold his face, press his cheeks together within your palms. He's watching you, attentive and intrigued, waiting for anything when he whispers a quiet little 'hi.'

Gently, you pitch his head back, bringing his face closer as you curl against him until his lower jaw is settled against your breasts. From this angle, you can only kiss his forehead, his temple, feel the push of air from his nose along your collarbone as he breathes. You lift yourself a bit higher to leave kisses at the crown of his head, and Kiyoomi thinks you might be the death of him.

His face is almost entirely nestled into the swell of your chest as you hold him close, petting along the nape of his neck, toying with the short tresses you find there before eventually moving on to brush the mussed hair from his forehead. Blindly, his hands find the bend of your knees and rest there, thumbs stroking skin, pushing up to hold the back of your thighs as you continue to pepper him with your love, cooing sentiments when you notice how his body becomes less taut, how he slackens to let you mold him, play with him however you like.

You ask a question, and it takes Kiyoomi a moment to answer. His eyes remain closed as he hums a deep affirmative to whatever you had said; he hadn't even heard. You begin to move away, like you're trying to give him some respite he doesn't want, and Kiyoomi peers at you from beneath heavy lashes, pink-cheeked with parted lips. And when you finally sit down in his lap, lowering your body, he feels compelled to follow you—tilting his head, leaning down, watching your lips, watching your eyes. He wants a kiss, and you offer him one, lips pressing against lips as he sighs.

"I was thinking about you today," you say against him. It's true, you always think about him, but you know he likes to hear it, loves to know that out of everything your mind can imagine, you choose to spend your thoughts on him.

His hands bracket your hips, fingers spreading greedily to hold as much of you as possible: index fingers trying to reach your waist, pinkies curling into the upper fat of your ass. Because Kiyoomi is hard, cock swelling beneath you, and you've barely done much to him. He knows you can feel it, that the unassuming shift of your body was purposeful when you push down on his erection, kiss at the side of his throat.

Kiyoomi groans, a pathetic sound that he tries to bury within your shoulder, even as his hands instinctively try to move you over him again, and again.

[throttlee]

f*ck romance, I want blood

[heich0e]

going on a night out and having scary dog privilege with seijoh4

[heich0e]

iwa just... makes sense. he's strong and stern and has a glower that he's long mastered.

matsukawa too. just the sheer size of him. the way his deceptively sleepy gaze can look from across a dark bar when he makes eye contact with the guy who's getting just a little too close to you.

makki is the one who seems unassuming, but he shows up out of nowhere when some stranger is about to put their hand on your lower back. effortlessly using his body, tall and broad, to shield you. and when he drops his usual easy grin, squaring his shoulders and tilting his head to the side as if in challenge, it's more than enough to send them slinking off in the other direction.

and oikawa almost seems too pretty to be intimidating, but there's a certain glint behind his calculating, ever-observant eyes--one that, in the right lighting, from just the right angle, sometimes seems to toe the edge of almost being manic--that's enough to keep anyone in line. just like any good captain should.

[monochrome-anomaly]

me: romcoms are stupid

me: *reads a romcom*

me: romcoms are stupid but i will still read them

[insecuurities]

finishing a book and having to go back to ur life is one of the worst feelings

literally what do i do w myself i wanna live in them

[kentophobic]

ROOMMATE COMPATIBILITY — SERIES!

paring: roommate!kuroo tetsurou x reader

summary: you sign up for a random roommate pairing and, of course, you get stuck with the biggest flirt on campus. you hate him, at least at first, but there’s something about him that you just can’t stop thinking about.

warnings: HIGHLY SUGGESTIVE/NSFW AT TIMES, tetsurou is the most annoying man on earth, swearing, slow updates (?), minors do not interact.

PART ONE: IS THAT YOUR COUCH?

you cannot stand tetsurou, but that doesn’t make moving into your new apartment alone any easier. who else is going to carry all those boxes?

PART TWO: I ONLY DATE PRETTY BOYS

you have a date tonight and, for some reason, your roommate seems to have a problem with that. is there something wrong with this dress?

PART THREE: AW, YOU’RE A LITTLE CHEF

you’ve never been one for mindless house chores, but if you want to eat tonight somebody has to cook for you both, don’t they?

PART FOUR: A ONE TIME OCCURRENCE (NSFW)

you aren’t the biggest fan of parties ever, and you really aren’t the biggest fan of sharing them with tetsurou, but if he keeps looking at you like that, you’re going to do something you’ll regret.

PART FIVE: WE’RE NOT EVEN FRIENDS

how do you get past screwing your roommate? breakfast? silence? a lot of making out? certainly not a long conversation, anything but that.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ reblogs would be greatly appreciated

[zorotits-deactivated20230619]

MIRROR SEX kuroo tetsurou 18+

cw: smut. afab. smug ass kuroo and his stupid ass smile, too cocky for his own good. i love him. ☆

haikyuu masterlist

“look at yourself.”

kuroo pulled your hair back, pushing your nose into the mirror of your vanity. new tears formed in your eyes as your mascara was already rubbed against your cheeks, the silk gown you wore was pushed to your hips, and the straps fell from your shoulders.

“look at how well you’re taking me,” his hazel eyes seemed golden in the moment, seeping with an overwhelming feeling of lust, “made just for me, huh?”

the tip of his cock repeatedly pressed against your cervix, gifting you with a pleasurable pain. harsh, wet smacks filled the room with each thrust, and the whimpers leaving your lips only seemed to fuel him more.

“you’re mine, you know that right, baby?”

“yours-” you managed to choked out between each intense snap, “i’m yours!”

his focus never left your face. the stupid, sexy smirk laid upon his features—as if he enjoyed watching you cry on his cock—grew larger as your jaw slacked slightly.

his other hand pushed your leg higher on the ledge, rushing towards you middle to find your clit. teasing slowly at first, he suddenly slowed down his pace to hear you beg—just how he liked it.

“tetsu,” clenching against his length, he brought his teeth against the back of your shoulder, “tetsurou, please.”

“please what, darling?”

“please fuck me-“ his hips slammed into you once again, a low growl meeting your ear, “please, i want all of you right now.”

the laugh he let out was almost godlike, the hand gripping your hair abandoning its post to find your jaw, “you want all of me?”

“all of you.”

“well, shit,” he joked, pulling back and gripping your hips once more, “why didn’t you say that sooner?”

requested by: @nanamoonie ♡

[keljnap]

[stsg8990]

Fuwa encounter

[tnkisu]

[shoulmate]

Atsumu always thought he'd be the one to ask.

The one to give life to those four words and take this relationship to the next level but it wasn't.

It was you.

You asked. And that little four word question made him more anxious than ever before about you, about this relationship.

He's panicking.

You asked it so nonchalantly, too, like you were asking him to pass the salt and it's making him overthink; is his panic an overreaction? Is he taking this too seriously? Or are you not taking this seriously enough? Do you really care? Do you really want this are you serious are you going to regret it if he says yes because you didn't give it enough thought before you blurted it out--

"'Tsumu?"

You're starting to get concerned and he realizes he's just staring at you.

You shrug. "...If you don't want to you can just say no. It's not going to change how I feel about you or our relationship."

His heart's pounding. The thing is...he wants to say yes.

You're searching his expression reading everything he's feeling like only you can and you start to frown. "Unless... there's something wrong? A...A problem or something I don't...know about?"

Oh god he can't stand the way your eyes glint with anxiety. "No!" he says so abruptly you flinch. "No! I mean Yes, there is" -fuck, your anxiety is pooling to hurt- "but it's nothin' serious! I promise! It's just!..."

"Just what, 'Tsumu?" you ask, emotions pivoting to comfort him. He feels warmth in his chest from the way you make him feel safe. Cared for.

"It's just..." He tenses, worried how you're going to take this. "Ya...have too many pillows."

You gape.

"I have...too many...pillows..."

He grimaces, rubbing the back of his neck in uncertainty as he waits for your reaction. "Yeah."

"Too many..." A grin slowly spreads across your face. "P-" you chuckle, "pillows." Your chuckle builds into a laugh. "To-Too many! Too many pillows!" You howl with laughter and after a minute or two Atsumu's smiling, laughing along with you.

"Well, yeah...Like half yer bed's covered in 'em!"

Still cracking up you wipe your eyes. "The look on your face 'Tsumu...I thought you were going to break up with me!"

"Ha!?? I can't live without ya!" He looks horrified.

"So when I say 'Move in with me?' ..." You laugh again, "...the man who 'can't live without me' freaks out over pillows?!"

He chuckles, too, with a growing blush. "Ya caught me off-guard is all!" He opens his palms. "An' ya give me such a hard time when I stay over an' try ta take 'em off the bed!"

You giggle deviously. "I just like to give you a hard time."

Playfully offended he shakes his head at you and goes back to eating the dinner waiting between you.

"So..." You prompt him.

"So what?"

You smile, sensing victory. "Move in with me?"

He shakes his head again with a little laugh like he knows he's going to regret this.

"Ya. I'll move in with ya."

[tojiphilia-deactivated20250224]

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[shoulmate]

Kuroo's desk. Kuroo's desk. Kuroo's desk.

You have to get back to Kuroo's desk before he notices the bingo board filled in with the things he does to supposedly flirt with you during meetings.

You didn't mean to leave it there. You rushed out and now you're trying to subtly rush back. It's only been a minute, you've got a chance right?

Wrong.

Kuroo's holding it when you get there, sitting like a statue in his silent cubicle.

You freeze, a cold guilt washing over you. "Kuroo-san?" you whisper.

He looks up guardedly. "Is this from the meeting?"

"Y-yeah," you mumble unsure what to do with your hands. "It's--It's just a silly little game to pass the time! It doesn't mean anything..."

"Yeah, no, I...I totally get it." He laughs, a weak echo of the usual jubilant sound and your heart sinks.

He's trying to play off the hurt.

"If you, uh, play against someone just let me...let me know what your board says and I can help you win next time." He clears his throat and hands back the board unable to meet your eye.

"Do you...Do you still want help with Suna's contract?" you ask as he stands up and tries to quickly, nonchalantly unroll his sleeves.

He answers "oh. No thanks, not right now. I forgot I have to be on the other side of the city for a meeting."

"Okay then." You're lingering awkwardly as he puts on his jacket obviously getting ready to leave.

"Did you need anything else?" he asks, unnaturally formal.

"Just..." You don't know what to say. Everything feels so wrong; you hate yourself for making this mistake among so many others. "...My binder."

After he stiffly offers it, you slink back to your cubicle numb from head to toe.

He has to walk past your work space to get to the elevator so you see his hard expression and hear his terse greeting to someone else.

"Geez, what bee is in his bonnet," says your best friend at work sourly as she comes back into your shared space.

She's the last person you want to talk to right now.

"He saw the bingo board," you growl through gritted teeth.

She sinks into her chair, exhaling "oh....shit."

"Yeah."

Thankfully she stays quiet sensing your delicate state and you feel like screaming.

The look on Kuroo's face...his brave trying-not-to-be-hurt expression...will haunt you forever.

And worse

That you're the one who put it there.

The DING of the elevator breaks you from your painful thoughts and you move without thinking.

You jump out of your seat and sprint for the elevator, dashing in between the closing doors so quickly they don't bounce back open.

Kuroo stares at you with defensive shock.

"Okay, look--" you start talking before he can press anymore buttons and the elevator starts to move; if you're going to do this you want to do it while it's just the two of you.

Not stopping to think you explain "--it's not what you think. I mean it is, kind of, but not like you're taking it. It is a bingo board of all the things you do during meetings but it's not to make fun of your or to pass the time it's a game my desk mate makes me play because she thinks you're doing those things on purpose only during the meetings I'm in."

"Why would she think that?" he asks unreadably.

"Because," you look anywhere but at him embarrassment rising like the sun inside of you, "she found out I have a crush on you and she's convinced you feel some kind of way about me even though I've told her repeatedly that you don't. So she made up this stupid game as if it would prove something and I only play it so she won't meddle but I hate playing it because it doesn't prove anything, there's no way you would be doing these things to flirt with me in a room full of people and it's just been encouraging her crazy theories. I'm sorry I went along with it at all and I'm sorry you found out. I didn't want you to know I had feelings for you because I didn't want to make things weird but they got weird anyway and I would much rather make a fool of myself than have you thinking you're being made fun of when really you've just been driving me crazy--"

Ding.

You cut yourself off with a sharp inhale.

You're terrified someone else is about to get on and might have overheard but the doors stay closed.

Kuroo's leaning over you, long fingers pulling away from the control panel as the elevator stops moving.

When you look up his eyes drop to you, cautiously...watching for any sign of your protest or objection.

"What...are you..." your unfinished question comes out breathlessly as he rests a hand above you.

Still searching your expression intently he admits "I...was doing those things to flirt with you..."

You frown incredulously. "In a room full of people...? ...but...why?"

"I was nervous...I didn't want my crush to make things weird, either.

His cologne dazes the edges of your mind and you look up shocked at what you just heard. "Yo-Your crush?"

--His eyes flick down to your lips as he nods, adorable bed head rustling--

"...on me?"

He nods and gives you a smirk that electrifies your heart--you think this is how he should always look.

"Yeah." He lets out a low chuckle in the space between you that's slowly disappearing. "On you."

Your heart's pounding as he lowers his head, heat rolling off of him he's so close and his eyes flick to your lips once more before you both let your eyes fall closed with a flutter and whrrrummm

You gasp, grabbing Kuroo to steady yourself as the elevator starts moving again and he scowls at the display of numbers.

A moment later the elevator stops and he pulls you away from the door.

You try to act natural as other people get on hoping your expression is casual, relaxed, unlike the storm of feelings brewing within you.

Kuroo, however, does nothing to hide his radiating satisfaction and delight.