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An aesthetic for Nuri from Amnesia! (My own d&d campaign!)
him: that manga ruined my life!
me, internally: awww you're so cute (im not listening all the way, but the description is also actively ruining my life)
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BIC ≫ GAP CRUSH (ICE AGE)
brb going to steal a kiss from you <3
face sitting with Kuroo but poor baby cums in his boxers while eating u out coz he can't control himself anymore n ur little whimpers n moans drive him crazy
zuro anon
honey [kuroo tetsurō] [nsfw]
synopsis: kuroo’s five senses are always heightened when he eats you out
warnings: kuroo is lovesick, and obsessed with your cunt, facesitting, dirty talk, female bodied reader
kuroo has always carried the habit of burying his face into things.
it started when he was younger, when he would drown out the sounds of his parents arguing by shoving two pillows to his head. hence, this action birthed his famous ‘rooster head’ appearance.
he never found that he had to hide his face in pillows anymore when he started sleeping in the same bed as you, though.
he often finds himself burying his face in your neck, or if he wants to be cheekier, your breasts. either way, he sleeps a lot better because of you. and that’s something he will have to find time to thank you properly for.
and he’s already found one way.
tetsurō is a loving man. he carries so much love for all of his family, his friends, but nothing can amount to the love he gives you. his one and only.
the bond you two share is almost “sickening” to those around you (really only yaku who complained every time kuroo is too touchy with you). but it’s not your faults that you just happen to have everything mapped out about each other. every little detail and hobby you two love.
kuroo would gladly listen to you talk about anything you love doing for hours, a doting look on his face as he plays with your hands. and sure, he can talk your ear off about volleyball after all it was and still is a great passion of his. he’s blessed to have a job involved in it.
but no one knows about his true favorite past time.
the one that involves you sitting on his face.
it should be noted that tetsurō does not know how to keep his hands to himself. who would’ve thought that a grown man would have trouble doing so, after it’s one of the first things you’re taught as a child. you once told him this, and he only scoffed, saying that his touchiness is beyond a childish act of having polite manners.
once he indulges in a little of you, he always has to have more. it’s not his fault you’re so addicting. so intoxicating, that you take up most of his mind. marrying you had become a blessing and curse at times, only because his five senses are always invaded by you.
it doesn’t matter how many times he closes his eyes—he always sees your pretty face in his mind.
it doesn’t matter how many times he tries to ignore your scolding remarks at times—your nagging (which he concludes is just you looking out for him, and that you’re usually right) always ends up as the voice he hears and heeds.
it doesn’t matter how many times he washes his ties, they still all end up smelling like you somehow, your natural scent and perfume always lingering under his nose.
it doesn’t matter how many times you try to distance yourself from him—he’ll always find a way to get to you, to touch you.
and the last sense doesn’t help his touching issue at all. in fact, it just makes it ten times worse.
tetsurō can never get tired of tasting you. of kissing you breathless every time he has to leave you before he goes to work. of licking your sweaty and salty skin after ruthlessly tiring you out. of tasting and sucking on your nipples while you writhe and shake under him.
but mostly, he can’t get enough of tasting your sweet cunt.
your taste and scent couldn’t be any sweeter. you found out that the nickname ‘honey’ he uses is because he thinks your sweeter than it, so you must be the real thing.
he figured out quickly after eating you out for the first time that your pussy is going to cause extreme trouble for him. imagine a cartoon character being summoned to the scent of food, hovering in the air as they draw near it. that’s kuroo with your cunt.
and it’s funny, because you always tell him that his face is perfect for grinding on. his nose is big enough that it always feels so good on your clit, probing and touching it in all the right ways, and he only makes it his mission to bury his face further in you after hearing that.
it should be noted that kuroo is competitive, and especially competitive with himself. he’ll find ways to make you cum harder and more than the last time.
this is how facesitting soon becomes a traditional thing he has you do. he loves for you to tell him about your day while he eats you out. he always offers advice or condolences after he gets you to cum.
everything about facesitting is just…perfect for kuroo. he can smell, touch, hear, see, and taste you all at once. albeit, the seeing option is barely there, but what better sight is there than having you grind in his face?
tetsurō is never fully…there, when he eats you out. let alone when you sit on his face. it’s an out of body experience for him. the warmth of your supple thighs encasing his head (an upgrade that’s so much better than some stupid pillows) and the smell of you deep in his nose.
so to no surprise do you find yourself in this situation when kuroo comes home from work. it all started out with him listening about your day, head resting innocently on your thighs. not long later does he have you on his face, his hands and mouth doing anything to help relieve you.
“tetsu, you’re so good baby—hah, you always make me feel so good.” you’d moan, moving your hips in the delicious way he adores. he groans into you from your praise, his cock pulsing hard in his pants.
drool starts to move down his chin as he kisses and makes out with your cunt, not wanting to waste any of you. you’re sure if you dripped on the floor, he might lick it up himself. his large hands grip your ass cheeks tightly, spreading them apart to make his access to your middle much easier.
there’s no hiding your moans when with him, especially in this circumstance. his tongue is too skilled in knowing how to make you fall apart and his fingers are too ruthless in their pace to slow down and give you time to breathe. you quickly feel your orgasm crash over you.
and if there’s one thing kuroo believes, it’s that you taste better with each orgasm.
he’s mouthing at you again already, and you feel your body tingle and throb. pain is evident but pleasure dominates it. you plea to kuroo that you’re too sensitive.
he grunts out of displeasure. “honey i know you got another one f’me, just one more please.” he coaxes, nearly begging. but you soon realize that “one more” was four orgasms ago, and that he would never stop.
the experience of eating you out is a special one for him, considering the pleasure that comes from doing it. your senses heighten his senses and his cock is unbearably hard by this point. it should be illegal for someone to have this much of an effect over someone—especially when he’s not even jacking himself off or touching himself in anyway.
tetsurō is conflicted because he badly wants to fuck you, but he doesn’t want to stop eating you out. you’re so good for him and so pretty when you moan and cry, especially on his face.
and he’s so close right now, and the tightness within his pants has created a delicious friction that he has managed to grind against. he’s almost like an animal in heat as he ruts his hips desperately up into the air.
his animalistic nature has you spilling over for another time, but this time you grip his hair hard when you sob his name.
and it’s the euphoric feeling that creeps up on him that has him stalling, but it’s too late. “wait baby—shit, fuck,” kuroo moans, eyes rolling back before his hips seize. his hands tremble and his grip on your hips loosens as he tries to collect himself.
you move down from his face, moving to kiss and lick up any drool, but the feeling of dampness under your butt halts you.
“did you just cum, tetsu?” it’s a genuine question meant with no malice behind it, but his cheeks still flush before he looks away with a small, shy smile on his face. he’s so cute like this.
you grab his jaw and he looks up at you as if you created the stars and moved the mountains of the earth. when your hands go to peel off his boxers you say, “well, after i clean your mess up, can i get you to cum again, then?”
he groans, letting his head fall back as his cock twitches back to life. yeah, you’re definitely going to be the death of him.
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