i told the stars about you.

i told the stars about you.

[nightthawkss]

welcome! let us go for a stroll under the light of the moon…

٠࣪⭑ dee, she/her, twenty-four. yearner by day, writer by night, enjoyer at all times.

this is a multifandom blog and a safe space to yap about our favorite little guys; sfw & nsfw content ahead, mdni please!

٠࣪⭑ about me/byf ☾ masterlist ☽ ao3

[mysterystarz]

kuroo tetsuro would kiss your neck and leave visible hickies (by accident) and then claim that he actually did you a favor because he broke the capillaries yes but your skin was going to be repaired so he actually just gave you better skin

[mysterystarz]

my add on continuation is that he is considerate so he’d make sure to also just place hickies RIIGGGGHT below where your neckline is for work

so you won’t need to use concealer!

he’s such a considerate guy

[moonstonejpg]

whatever you do don’t think about swimming with your f/o and their group of friends, their hands wandering to your waist underwater and dropping lower, their fingers hooking your swim bottoms to the side to draw light circles over your clit as they keep up a conversation with someone, pinching at your thigh when your friend asks you if something’s wrong

[moonstonejpg]

roommate!suna who steps behind you as you reach up on your tiptoes for a glass in the cabinet above your sink, placing his hands on either side of you and pressing his face into your neck. you freeze, slowly lowering, but as you do you feel him—hard and so warm, behind you, caging you in. he presses himself into you, his thin sweatpants allowing you to feel his cock rubbing against the plush swell of your ass.

you’re wearing an oversized t-shirt—his, probably, and a pair of panties that have definitely seen better days, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t throbbing at the feeling of him pressed up behind you.

“s — suna?” you ask, voice a barely there whisper.

“hm?” he replies, rocking his hips a little.

the two of you had been sneaking glances at each other since the day you moved in together, but somehow you’d gone more than a year without crossing the invisible line drawn in the sand.

well, you had up until a week ago when you’d slipped into the bathroom while suna was showering. you had every intention of covering your eyes, only rushing into the bathroom to grab your eyelash curler, but when your gaze turned towards the shower door, your knees nearly buckled.

suna had one hand pressed on the glass, his head tilted back, dark hair stuck to his face, and his other hand wrapped around his thick cock.

dumbly, you just stared, the scene playing in front of you one you’d only dreamed about before. you were so focused on the way he gripped his cock that your grip on the eyelash curler slackened, the metal clattering to the floor.

suna opened his eyes but didn't stop stroking his cock as he stared at you from beyond the glass, his brown eyes now locked on yours while his brows furrowed the closer he got to tipping over the edge.

you thought about doing something, anything besides just standing there — maybe taking your top off and pinching your nipples, or sliding your shorts down your legs to show him the now obvious wet spot on the front of your panties. but you couldn’t break free from whatever fucked up spell you were under.

you watched as he cums all over the shower door, his lips silently mouthing your name. he’s breathing hard after, his forehead tipping forward to press against the glass.

you blink, and suddenly the spell is broken. within seconds you’re quickly backing away, heading quickly back towards your bedroom, shutting the door behind you and leaning against it.

but that was a week ago, and suna hadn't acted any differently with you since. so you had tried to forget that it happened, which pretty much proved to be impossible because every night for the past 7 days you’ve laid in bed, fingers deep inside your pussy while you play back suna fucking his fist in the shower until you cum, hand covering your mouth to muffle his name which inevitably spills past your lips every single time.

“what…” you trail off, a moan slipping past your lips when he slides his hands to your hips, fingers digging into your sides.

“I can’t pretend I don’t want you anymore,” he says by way of explanation, pressing a quick kiss to the spot behind your ear. you gasp, your ass involuntarily pressing back into him. “and I know you want me too.”

and it’s the truth — you do want him, in more ways than one.

you’re nodding before you even realize, your brain turning all syrupy when he spins you around and slowly starts to pull your panties down. before you even realize what he’s doing, he’s kneeling at your feet, his hand sliding along your calf to plant your leg over his shoulder.

you stare down at him, his eyes boring into your own with a heated stare.

“this okay?” he murmurs, dark eyes flickering across your face to try to catch any sign of hesitation. you nod slowly, but he taps your ankle gently with his knuckles.

“nu-uh, baby, I want you to use your words,” he says softly, turning his head to the side to place a soft kiss to your calf.

you let out a small whimper, and the corner of his mouth tugs up a little.

“yeah,” you breathe, “‘s okay.”

“good,” he murmurs, and tugs you a little closer.

you lean back a little, the edge of the counter digging into your back, the bite of it the only thing keeping your sanity from slipping as the dark haired man at your feet starts to suck and bite up your legs, until he scoots forward a little and positions his mouth directly below your pussy. suna sits there for a few agonizing moments, his breath ghosting over the one place you want him the most, your body shuddering at the anticipation.

then he stretches up a little, noise bumping at your clit. you jolt, your hips tilting forward to meet his mouth as his tongue begins to lightly lap at you.

he moans, the sound vibrating through you, and begins to pick up his pace. without warning he takes your clit in his mouth and sucks, your hands flying to his hair as you tilt your head back and whine.

“suna,” you gasp, fingers digging into his scalp.

he laughs, the sound causing goosebumps to rise over every area of your skin.

and then he begins feasting like a man starved.

he slips an arm behind your back, forcefully pushing your hips closer to him, your body nearly folded in half. he alternates between sucking your clit and tongue-fucking you, the varying pressure and movements causing a pleasurable ache to grow in your core.

“‘m gonna cum,” you slur, tilting your head back and closing your eyes.

but suna halts all movements, and you feel a sharp sting on the inner corner of your thigh. “eyes on me baby,” he hums, and you obey, opening your eyes to look down into his dark ones. “good,” he murmurs, and resumes.

within seconds, an orgasm is rippling through you, your walls fluttering against suna’s tongue. he keeps going well after you’ve finished, the aftershocks lasting far longer than usual. when it becomes too much, you push him away gently with your heel, gazing down at him with your chest heaving.

he gazes back up at you, his eyes sparkling and his lips and chin covered in your slick. you throb at the sight of yourself all over him, his tongue poking out to lick at his lips. “whose bed? mine, or yours?” he asks, “‘cuz I’m far from done with you.”

[alizha]

I think he likes looking at your back while you writhe under him btw

[cececherrie]

katsuki letting you try on his gauntlets while he does his routine gear check and you're confused cuz he would never let someone other than himself put them on.

you're ecstatic tho so he gives you his gloves and then puts his gauntlets on you and you giggle about how their so heavy and how impressive it is that he wears them everyday, making them look weightless.

as you shower his strength in compliments he stares at you sitting on the edge of the bed, watching how you can hardly lift your hands wearing them and he drops to his knees, pulling you forward and shoving his head between your thighs, wasting no time he leaves a long lick over your clothed cunt.

you try to shoot your hands out to pull him away with a surprised gasp but realize you can't do much of anything with the gauntlets on, they fall weakly at your side while he gets to work quickly, pulling down your shorts and panties in one go and quickly latching onto your clit.

you go to pull your hands out of the gauntlets but he stops you by gripping your arms and pulling you closer and then your just kinda stuck there just moaning and whining while he has his way with you and he's laughing at you and idk katsuki come get me pls...

[mysterystarz]

iwaizumi hajime who believes the best stress therapy after dealing with volleyball idiots all day (athletic trainer problems) is to kiss you long and hard.

you’re his personal drug, pillow, and clarity all in one. everybody benefits in this arrangement, you especially.

he walks in through the door, dropping his bag and walking to the couch. he wastes no time at all, cupping your face and tilting it towards his own.

he kisses with the passion of i love you and when he breaks apart, he’s smiling.

“hi baby,” he smiles.

“hi hajime,” you giggle, “tough day at work?”

[neiptune]

I'd let suna rintaro hit even if he consistently types your instead of you're

[silvertonguelover]

✨️Day 3: Papamin✨️

Yuji matching with his Papamin 😭🙏💜

Ya'll don't know how much I adore Papamin! Found this cute photo on Pinterest and it was sooo them! 🥹🥰

[baeshijima]

SOBBING

HINATA ON BURNOUT SYNDROMES NEW ALBUM COVER FOR 19TH AUGUST 🥹🥹🥹

[hawberries]

and finally: inarizaki, but it's girls

[solilorenson]

filthy snake

[solilorenson]

btw thats the reference used, i keep seeing sukuna every time i see shere khan

[sleepyames]

A little encouragement! 

[mewnbuns]

need to be dragged across the mattress and back into his warm chest whenever i try to get out of bed in the morning

[vultursvolans]

letting out an involuntary little moan the first time you make out with your bf and having that alter his brain chemistry so much, he replays it in head later with his hand wrapped around his cock

[sodaneko]

assign prev one of your f/os and send them on a date for a day! how does that go?

[nightthawkss]

AIZAWA!!! Watch me do cartwheels down the street… oh he makes me nervous in all the fun ways 🫢

oh and he’s aware of it…

he doesn’t miss the bob of your throat or the way you lick your lips each time you lock eyes for the briefest moment. or when your gaze dips lower to where a sliver of his chest rests exposed (you reaaaally want to nip at his neck and collarbones).

but is it his voice? the gruffness of it and the way it’s deliciously rasping at your insides, your belly fluttering with anticipation at the things you want him to call you, say to you?

his eyes? they’re low-lidded and half of the time he’s not even looking at you, but there’s this intoxicating, magnetic pull, simultaneously drawing you in and holding you in place.

hmmm or his hands? you’re stuck on his thick fingers as they tap mindlessly on his glass. you want them tracing the edge of your mouth; you want them on your body, firm and full of intention, a trace of him on the meat of your thighs, your ass, your hips; up your spine until they’re in your hair, tightly tangled in between his fingers, holding you at his mercy as he pulls you into him.

orrr is it the way that he tilts his head - emboldened by stickiness of the air and the flush in your cheeks and the way your leg (consciously or not) has inched closer and closer to his under the table - and moves his big hand to rest on your knee and asks you (rather smugly, if you’re honest), “am i making you nervous?”