If I Was A Star And You Were A Star I Would Wink At You And Blink At You And Twinkle At You And The Earthlings

me with kuroo omg

i was dating vash in my dream why did i wake up

guys i’m kinda pissed abt something.

ok it’s working but my text is black and won’t turn to white.

i can’t reblog anything bc my stupid phone doesn’t work.

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suna wants to message you. . .

netflix watch party? i'll doordash you concessions

my meds have been making it rly hard to cum... i need ushijima to fix that for me... mdni 18+, x fem!reader

you love your boyfriend. you really do, especially when he’s knuckle-deep inside of your soaked cunt. 

“fuck, toshi!”

your voice comes out in a choked whine. you nuzzle your face into ushijima’s shoulder and let out another embarrassed noise when his fingers hit that spot that makes your womb melt. 

you’ve given up trying to watch the movie that’s playing on the living room tv. the characters argue over something insignificant, background noise to the wet, slick sounds of ushijima’s fingers playing with your pussy. 

“does that feel good?” 

you whimper into the side of his neck, nodding as he pulls his fingers out painfully slow, then presses them in as deep as he can. you gasp. your hot breath against ushijima’s skin makes his own cock throb unabashedly, but he wants to make you cum first. 

he didn’t mind when you told him you’ve been struggling to orgasm. it just means he has more time to touch you, after all, and why would he ever mind that? 

your pussy is hot and sticky around his fingers. it’s been a little over thirty minutes since he started toying with you, easing you into the mood with soft kisses and indiscreet touches. ushijima takes it slow. he thinks that’s the best way – to make you wet and dripping with need that you just have to beg for him. and so, you beg. 

“toshi, please. fuck, wanna cum so bad.”

you clutch onto his sweatshirt and ushijima’s cock twitches. 

“i’ll make you cum, i promise. just relax. i can feel you tensing up.” he turns his head, kissing your cheek and meeting your lips with his own. 

you take another fifteen minutes to finish, one hand frantically rubbing circles into your clit despite ushijima telling you to relax, sweetheart. you can’t help it, not when he kisses your hairline and eases you into your orgasm. 

“are you close?” 

“ah- toshi! mmph, so close, please, please. don’t stop!”

you tighten impossibly around ushijima’s fingers and he presses into your g-spot. 

“fuck! toshi, toshi, toshi!” 

you cum. it washes over you like a wave and the pleasure hits you all at once. your head swims and you mewl, rutting into ushijima’s palm as you soak his hand with your wetness. 

“there you go. that’s my girl.”

you stare up at ushijima with bleary eyes. your pussy flutters around his fingers weakly, bare chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. the movie credits start to roll. 

ushijima’s pupils are blown out. he’s a patient man, but he’s been painfully hard for the better part of an hour, and even he has his limits. he scissors his fingers inside of you and you gasp. 

“ready for another round?” 

positions | m. issei

tags: fluff, mildly suggestive content

issei never knew how much he loved touching you until he was granted unconditional permission to do so. he thought he was relatively independent and someone who didn’t need as much reassurance or physical affection compared to other guys around him, like oikawa and hanamaki or even iwaizumi.

he thought he’d be fine, satisfied, content with just having you sit next to him or holding your hand or just being near you.

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fave hq: kuroo

least fave: the weird karasuno second year who likes lolita, i think his name is kinoshita?

fave other anime character: sero

cw: most likely inaccurate

it feels like you're very family oriented! whether that be blood or bond, your loved one's opinion matter dearly to you. within yourself is a deep sense of loyalty that you probably expect out of others as well

tobio loves to see tsukishima suffer canon.

pretending to get married to your best friend so you can schedule free cake tasting with shops all over town and slowly falling in love along the way

「balsamic vinegar」

warnings: suna rintarou x f!reader. fluff. like two suggestive lines.

never would you have thought that there comes a day when you’d have the miya atsumu begging for your help.

“baby, please, make him stop. i can’t do this anymore.”

post practice, the national team’s setter had ambushed you outside the changing rooms in a desperate bid for social survival.

you ignore his pleading expression, adamantly focusing on the press release draft on your screen. “he’s your problem.”

“no, see, that’s the thing,” aran says with a shake his head. “he wants to make himself your problem.”

“i don’t even follow him!”

“why not? lord, queen, your majesty, the goddess of mercy herself,” the setter just about cries, “take pity on us mortals and just follow sunarin back!”

for once in his life, aran approves of his teammate’s overreaction. “it’d save everyone everywhere a whole lotta trouble. my soul’s like crushed from the secondhand embarrassment.”

you frown. “go ask his publicist.”

“you’re his publicist!”

“was,” you sniff, lowering your phone. “working for the adlers is doing wonders for my will to live.”

“what about my will to live?” the twenty-seven year old slides down the wall like a pile of gravy. “‘m your favourite setter!”

you stare at the blond. “moving on…” you clear your throat. atsumu glares up at you. “if nothing else works, email iwaizumi.”

his scowl turns into disbelief. “i can’t email iwa-chan ‘bout this! i hope to a nicer god than you that he doesn’t even see whatever the fuck sunarin’s doin’.”

you scoff. with oikawa tooru as a best friend and kuroo tetsurou as a colleague, there’s no way their athletic trainer hasn’t seen suna’s frequent updates.

“coach hibarida? management?” you list off. “ask tetsu to ask kenma to lock suna out of his ig account.”

“that’s not how rich works,” aran sighs. “and it’s not like you don’t know suna. he won’t stop ‘til he proves you wrong.” 

“there’s nothing to prove!”

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