#might need to redo the hands

[ccbadcock]

Mr. & Mrs. Babcock.

[myokk]

my favorite bookworm

[elderwisp]

opened up this pose set from a year ago (literally a year! ;O;) for the giant pose dump and one, i'm emo, but two, the amount of growth since then is wild... i see u paddle hands my nemesis -.- anyways here's my reinterpretation a year later!

[noctlas332]

gyahhh heres my galasynth piece for this year,, i think i could have posted it earlier but i dont like making non art posts so i sat on this one to say it was my birthday yesterday and i am 18yo now,,,,, turns into ash and blows away in the wind

[a-walking-fandom-reference]

manifesting i finally finish my nails tonight 😭

[krawdad]

My sister got a sweet articulated cow mask for shockingly cheap somewhere. The ears suck though it's the weakest part of the whole thing. So I'm making some nice respectable cow ears. We are probably going to frankenstein this thing into some kind of progressively more interesting minotaur looking thing over time.

[dumbasssportsboys]

i think i might be done the sketch part??? maybe??? idk i'll figure it out in the morning

[mercysimming]

on that note, it's probably important to add that Returning Dawn is (regrettably) on hiatus until uhhhhhhh. whenever i can get a new laptop. while this laptop is still running, it's definitely on it's last leg and can't handle running games (it barely could before honestly lmao), so despite the fact that i was finally getting fully back into RD, there's just no way to continue the story atm. i should be getting a new (and better!!!) laptop in december, but here's hoping i can manage to get it a little earlier

[lesbianraskolnikov]

I do enjoy fixating on a project so hsrd that its all i wanna do and im so energized for it (as long as i dont have anything of importance and urgency) but also when something makes me leave it i get sleepy...was so close with this doll...

[machveil]

HEY IM BACK TO BOTHER UU

OK IMAGINE THIS

simon seeing how you always coo at babies you see in public (grocery store, shopping, park, etc) and he decides then and there that you WILL be the mother of his children. and like maybe he never even wanted kids but after this happens one or two times he is SET on it.

idk just a thought that i had to share!

I am listening so hard

Simon gets hit with baby fever hard, he doesn’t even know what baby fever is - he just sees you with chunky little babies and snotty kids and something in his brain goes off. he just gets the itch to make you a mom, the urge to buy those stupid little baby shoes that look so fucking cute and why don’t you have a baby now—

Simon isn’t subtle either, he’ll silently guide your shopping trips so you end up in baby aisles, little onesies and pacifiers on display. you don’t even have a kid, but Simon picks up a cute little ducky pacifier and sets it in the cart. “Simon? We don’t need tha—”, turning his back to you, he just sets off out of the aisle, “Might.”, he mumbles

Simon who empties your guest your room one day, paint buckets in hand. he claims to just be ‘redoing’ the room, also lovie, if a box for a crib gets delivered call for him - Simon will sign for it! he’s like a man possessed, just mutters something about, “Could ‘ave a permanent guest…”, and it leaves you chuckling. he’s even got the 141 over to help, Gaz helping Simon paint while John squared try to assemble the crib

Simon who acts shocked when you tell him you’re pregnant, pretends to be innocent, “Really? How could tha’ ‘ave happened?”. he’s extremely excited even though he’s keeping a straight face, but you can tell - his fingers are tapping against his thighs and he’s bouncing his leg a little. and what a coincidence, Simon somehow predicted you’d need a nursery! good thing he converted that guest room, right doll?

[weneeya]

do you think you could write the “jacked and kind” prompt with suna or tsukishima, it’s so cute ahhh

jacked and kind pt.1 / pt.2

m.list | rules

pairing. haikyuu x reader

characters. suna, tsukishima, atsumu, aone

note. ofc i can! i decided to use your request as an excuse to make a part 2 so i put both suna and tsukki lmao, hope you'll love it as much as the first one <3

Suna

Of course he saw the trend multiple times himself, you were well aware of it. He was the one to ask you if you wanted to do it with him, which made you laugh a bit. 

“Kind? Since when?” You asked him, and it made him roll his eyes with an amused grin. You might be right on this point, but no one needed to know that he was, in fact, a real menace. “Come on, don’t be like that,” he told you and you raised your hands in the air to claim your innocence. After all, you weren’t the one who needed to make any effort for this. 

Suna might not seem so jacked, but he was still a volleyball player after all. All the training wasn’t just to know how to play. You were nothing more than a feather with someone like him, but you didn’t expect to be lifted up so easily. It made you gasp in surprise, you had to admit it. 

When he put you down and you walked to turn down the video, he waited beside you with his arms crossed and his stupidly annoying grin. “Didn’t think I could do it, uh?” You glanced at him before rolling your eyes, which made his grin go wider. 

Yes, you knew he could do it, but you hated when he was right and so full of himself. Well, not really. It made him hot, even if you would never tell him that.

Tsukishima

“I’m not doing this.” 

You knew he would say this the moment you would ask him to do the trend with you. Tsukishima wasn’t a show off, so he didn’t see why he should be doing as stupid as showing anyone he could carry you on his shoulder. It wasn’t that he couldn’t, he just thought it was stupid. 

But you kept on begging him, day after day, until he finally accepted. He had nothing to prove, he was just tired of hearing you asking him this anytime you could. So he let you install your phone, putting everything as you wanted. 

“Ready?” He asked, and you nodded. The moment after, you felt his hands grabbing you to carry you on his shoulder. You knew your boyfriend was tall of course, but you never realized how much until you were up there. He put you down not much longer after, and you quickly got to grab your phone. 

You had a bright smile on your face that made him sigh before looking away, putting his glasses back up on his nose. Perhaps it was stupid, but if it made you so happy, it was clearly worth it.

Atsumu

“I could do it too,” he said with a pouty face while looking at your phone from above your shoulder. 

It wasn’t the first time he saw you looking at this trend, all kicking your feet and all. It wasn’t so impressive, you had a boy who could do it too. Why didn’t you ask him to do it? He didn’t want to be the one asking, but he tried to leave you messages so you would ask him. 

“Wanna redo it?” You asked with a little smile, clearly understanding that he wanted to show off what he could do too. He nodded and moved away from you to stand up straight. It made you chuckle, how eager he was to prove things to you. 

He remained cool the whole video, wanting to be your handsome and cool boyfriend for anyone who would see this. He held you like nothing on his shoulder, putting you down after flexing his other arm to show that you weighed nothing for him.

He was clearly too proud of himself for a stupid trend, but you would never be the one to break down his joy, so you let him proudly show off while watching the video, an amused smile on your lips. 

Aone

The boy was the definition itself of being jacked and kind. He was probably the sweetest person you had ever met, even if he might have scared you a bit at first, like anyone else. He was huge and impressive, never really speaking a lot. But you quickly learned to discover the cute boy Aone was really, the boy you loved so much. 

He did not quite understand what you were asking him to do to begin with. Well, putting you up on his shoulder didn’t seem so difficult, but why did you want him to do this? Yet, he could never refuse you anything so he simply accepted without more questions. 

Aone let you put everything in place before you walked closer to him. He waited silently the whole time, his hands resting on your hips and his eyes locked on you while waiting for you to tell him he could go. 

In no time, you were already on his shoulder, his arm around your legs to keep you there safely. His eyes were never leaving you, and you didn’t know if it was because he didn’t know what to do or simply because he loved looking at you ; because yes, Aone was the type to stare. 

You gently patted his arm with a smile, and he simply put you down on the floor as easily as he carried you. You couldn’t help but to chuckle a bit while looking at the video. He really was looking at you like a lost puppy ; a big puppy, yes, but an adorable one. If one thing was sure, it was that Aone only had eyes for you.

thank you for reading!

[freshbakedbreadstick]

Of Traits and Closets - Stack x F! POC coded! Reader x Smoke

Elias "Stack" Moore x F! POC CODED! Reader x Elijah "Smoke" Moore

Summary: Stack was a bad influence on you, for sure. But you can't forget that Smoke was cut from the same exact cloth.

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Reader uses she/her pronouns and is described to have a vagina. Reader's appearance is not mentioned, HOWEVER, I wrote this with women of color in mind!! NO SPOILERS! Starts revolving around Reader and Stack, Smoke joins in at the end. Mentions of vaginal fingering, dirty talk, probably out of character because I STILL haven't seen the movie yet, reader wears a dress, lots of dirty talk, THREESOME, no incest between twins just sharing, usage of pet names (baby, angel, girl, etc.), breast and nipple play, groping, some religious mentions (in a comical way), Stack definitely likes to bite, unprotected semi PIV, sorry if I miss anything, brothers will be brothers.

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Imma be honest with u all . . . IM NOT SUPER PROUD OF THIS 1 idk what happened i just . . . 😭 I've been editing it for 3 days n redoing it n it just feel it's weak but idkkkk I might be ovethinking it . STILL HAVENT SEEN THE MOVIE i need to REAL bad i just don't have the timeee ! ! Anyways need both of them❗️as always ENJOY BESTIES

(Pretend this gif includes them both bc there aren't that many with them I can find w/o spoilers 😭)

You loved your boys, you really did. Both of them had traits that you just absolutely adored. You could list them all... but it would take ages to get through all of them.

But, as an example... Smoke was the leader, calm and collected but so sweet. He was the one to kiss your tears away, cooing as his hands trailed over your skin in the candlelight.

But Stack, oh sweet Stack, he was the troublemaker... and fuck did you love him for this.

He was the one to tease you, pinching your sides, trailing his hands up to cup your breasts for the most brief second before rushing off snickering, grinning like a fool. He was the one to drip cool ice cream over your skin on purpose accident during a warm summer's day, cooing that he would clean it up for you only to run his tongue over each droplet, letting himself wander a little too far. He was the one to pull you away with a mischievous smirk, sneaking you off under his twin's nose... like right now.

"Come on baby, come on," he whispered, hand gripping your wrist as he tugged you along with him, feet light as he moved toward the closet.

You whipped your head around, halfheartedly looking through the shadows for a pair of eyes, ones that you know would click their tongue and shake their head at your actions. You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth when you saw nobody around.

"Stack," you whispered, voice whiny, "I don't know if-"

He pulled you into the darkness of the closet, making you gasp as you stumbled into the back wall, eyesight enveloped in darkness as he pulled the door shut. It clicked so softly closed, despite his rough pull, indicating to nobody that your bodies were sneaking away into it.

"Shhh, it's okay, it's just me," his smooth voice said, lifting at the end.

Your eyes were still adjusting to the darkness, but you could hear the sly grin he was, for sure, sporting in his voice.

His hands moved quickly, large and warm as they gripped your hips, pulling you flush against the solid bulge underneath his linen pants. You could only gasp and moan at the feeling, "Jesus."

"Don't take the lord's name in vain, now" he murmured with a small laugh at your audible eyeroll, hands sliding up your sides to the straps of your flimsy linen dress. Was it improper for a lady to wear such an item? Maybe, but it had been so hot lately that it was all you could bare to wear.

He touched it ever so gently, letting it fall slowly, almost comically slowly, down your shoulder. He chuckled, the sound rolling deep from his chest, as he watched your chest rise and fall through the cracks of light peeking in through the door.

"I'll be quick, baby, I promise. Smoke won't even notice..." he murmured, leaning in to lick at the saltiness of your skin from your bare shoulder blade to the junction of your neck, pressing a kiss there.

You took a shaky breath, skin erupting in goosebumps. With wide eyes and a bit back grin you gave in, moving your own hands to grip his button down, wrinkling the fabric between your fingers.

"You sure?" You whispered, voice slowly becoming slurred with need. He hummed softly, hearing the way your neediness matched his own.

Your fingernail gently flicked the buttons at the front, the sound of each click inaudible between your pants, his hums, and the wrinkling of fabric. Your action didn't go unnoticed, however... it only added fuel to his fire.

He brushed his tongue over his bottom lip, suppressing the shudder at your voice. He loved it when your humored him, matching his energy of trouble in your own way. It only made his cock throb almost painfully. He swore to himself that if he could die from a lack of stimulation, he would've died right here and now.

"Oh sweet angel," he rasped out, yanking the strap further down, finger trailing to pull the top down to reveal one of your breasts, "Grant me salvation..."

"Stack-" you murmured, cutting yourself off with a choked moan as his warm mouth suddenly enveloped your nipple, feeling it pebble against his wet tongue.

You flinched as he suckled harshly, humming eagerly at the way your body arched into his mouth, head falling back against the wall and hips inadvertently grinding into him. He bit gently, tongue coming to soothe the pleasurable sting.

"Thought you were so worried about my brother finding out," he purred as he pulled back, blowing air onto your abused nipple.

You jerked at the feeling, "Well if your gonna be like this, might as well give in..."

You both let out breathy chuckles, his hand moving down your hip to the hem of your dress. He took a second to toy with it, twisting it in his fingers, letting you feel the heat of his skin through the fabric, before sliding his hand underneath.

"I know you can't say no to me," he cooed, leaning in to kiss you. You could only hum, eyes shutting, hand coming to cup his cheek, brushing against his stubble.

His hand trailed up, fingertips grazing ever so slightly over your skin as he moved to hook his finger over your underwear, ready to slide them down in the painstakingly slow way he loved to do. It made your body shiver, pussy aching in anticipation.

But his hand... found nothing there, no little cotton strap, nothing. He felt his pulse quicken, knees nearly giving out as he suppressed the urge to fall to his knees and pray, burying his gratitude over having a girl like you in his life into your bare cunt.

But instead, he yanked himself away to look at you with wide eyes,"Dirty, dirty girl... no panties, no bloomers, nothing?"

You felt your cheeks flush. Despite planning this, you couldn't help but have a moment of brief shyness. Your teeth chewed your bottom lip, looking at him through your lashes while trying, and failing, to look innocent, "It's too hot for all that nonsense, baby..."

A partial truth. You couldn't help but think Smoke was right when he would tease, saying his brother was a bad influence on you, influencing you to do things like wearing low cut tops so that could lean over in front of each twin, giving them a quick eye full.

Or in this case, foregoing panties when the day slowed down and it got cool enough to bare skin to skin contact with one another.

His grin made his cheeks hurt, but he didnt care, he only cared about the way your voice rasped, making his cock twitch in his briefs, "You minx... you're just as bad as me..."

Eyes narrowing, free hand coming down to toy with the button on his fly, you whispered, "Oh no... I could never be..."

This made him shiver and growl, rushing in to kiss you again, teeth gnashing and tongue intertwining with your own, swallowing your moans.

It was a blur of heavy breaths and furious movements from here to the moment you were both pushing your clothes to the side, desperate to relieve the aching of your cores with one other.

Your fingers yanked his fly open so hard that the button flew off, clattering and rolling onto the floor. Meanwhile, his own hand bunched your dress, pulling it up over your chest to reveal your body to him.

He groaned at the sight, tongue swiping over his bottom lip and dark eyes trailing over every inch of you, "So pretty... and all for me..."

His free hand then came to roughly grip your thigh, yanking it apart just in time to see a small drip fall to floor between you. It glistened, almost taunting you both, on the wooden floor, somehow managing to be one of the only things to catch the light from the cracks of the door, nearly illuminating the embarrassing sight for both of you to see.

He let out a low whistle as your cheeks burned, "Have I been neglecting you, baby? Have I been ignoring this honeypot so badly that she makes a mess of our floors when she sees me?"

You suddenly cried out, feeling his hand let go of your thigh, rough fingertips brushing through your folds, from your slit to your clit, gathering the wetness onto his fingers.

"Need a taste," he whispered, voice rough and low, eyeing the wetness coating his fingers.

The look in his eyes was almost animal, the wild feeling coursing through his veins as his brain told him he needed to devour you right then and there. He needed to taste you, smell you, needed to have you imprinted in his mind and soul right then and there, it was unbearable!

But you on the other hand, you couldnt take it anymore. Youhad enough at this point, you were tired of the foreplay and the teasing touches and all the waiting. You were tired to the glances across the room, of the innuendos over the dining table, and of the practiced reluctance, you wanted, no, needed him now.

You let your hand snake under his briefs to grip his cock, hearing him hiss as his hand quickly moved to grip your thigh again. His other hand let go of your dress, moving to grip your hip, pulling you flush against him again as he rubbed circles into your skin.

"Take it out baby," he said lowly, "I know you can't wait. My girl isn't very patient, isn't she?"

You could only stare at him, chest heaving as your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, using your other hand to pull his clothes away, finally freeing him to the warm air of the dark closet. His bottom lip quivered, shiny with the saliva that coated it, parting as he groaned, heavy, aching cock no longer constricted in his pants. It felt so good for him, finally able to feel your hand around him, instead of his own palming himself in the bathroom as he waited for you to alone to pounce.

"Ohhhh see that baby?" He cooed, forehead pressing to your own, "Look at it, look at my cock. See how wet my tip is? You did that babydoll... all you. Make me so hard, want you so bad..."

His eyes shifted from your face down as you carefully ran your hand over his shaft, fingers tracing the bulging vein on the underside all the way to the leaking tip. He jerked his hips into your hand, letting you inadvertently jerk him off a small bit, the proximity allowing him to breathe in your scent.

"Need it," you whispered, voice thick and pupils blown wide despite the darkness, watching the desperation in his body.

"I know baby, I know..." he cooed, "Gonna fuck that pussy until your crying out my name."

His knee knocked your leg open, letting you slowly jerk his cock as he shifted your hips. Then... the head of his cock nudged right up against your clit. You both groaned, so loud at this point, but too drunk in the feeling of one another to even care about your little hiding game.

"That's right..." he panted, rubbing the head of his cock against your clit, "Juuuust like that. Needed my baby, needed her sweet pussy real bad too. My cock missed you, you know, missed his pussy real bad while i was out workin' for you..."

He was always so mouthy, one of your favorite attributes too. While Smoke was also quite talkative when it came to you, he preferred to whisper sweet nothings as you two made love, the slow deep rolling of his hips accompanied with his coos of how pretty you looked taking him pushing you over the edge every time. But when it came to Stack, he was brash and unashamed, telling you exactly how you made him feel in the dirtiest of ways. How he got that dirty mouth, you didn't know, but you at least knew which brother got their mouth washed out with soap more often in childhood.

You let him hook one of your legs over his hip, jerking your hips to match his movements are you ground against his cock. It was hot and muggy in the closet now, making your skin feel sticky but the sensation feel so much more intense. It made you lightheaded as your senses were overwhelmed by his touch, his voice, his scent, and everything him.

Your nose buried itself into the crook of his neck, listening to him coo to you as he pressed the head right up against your entrance, pushing it teasingly in and out.

You let out a choked gasp, feeling the way he would push the tip in for a moment, barely letting you feel the pleasure of being stretched over him, before pulling back out.

"Want it that bad?" He babbled, "My girl needs it so bad that she can't even handle getting just the tip? My brother neglecting you too?"

It was just you and Smoke home today, Stack was out running his errands and doing his work. And while it was not true that Smoke neglected you, he did have a tendency to get caught up in taking care of his buisness at home, focused on getting his work done before coming to press kisses to your neck from behind as you washed the dishes, bending you over the sink to say his thank yous for being so patient and hardworking around the house.

But of course, they were brothers and they were twins, a little friendly competition definitely happened between the two.

"This why you got me here?" You slurred, hips moving to chase him, but he only pulled away and grinned, "This an ego boost for you?"

"No baby, this is me showin' you that my brother makes love while I fuck-"

The door swung open.

You both gasped, scrambling for a second. It resulted in you jerking your head back and hitting your head on the wall, Stack tripping over his pants, which you didn't even notice had fallen to his ankles, as he stumbled away from you. He slammed his back against the other wall with a loud groan, the two of you flushed, mouths agape to see Smoke standing there, looking unamused.

His eyes raked from his brother, brow twitching as he saw him clamber to stand up, cock out and dripping. He then turned to you, legs shaking and breasts peeking out from where Stack had pulled the collar of your shirt down, chest heaving and skin shiny with a film of sweat.

The corners of his mouth twitched as his eyes locked onto the few droplets that managed to make their way down to the floor between your legs, staining the floor proudly.

"Taking too long," he said, drawling out the last letter as his eyes narrowing slightly.

Neither of you said anything or even looked away from the hulking frame in the doorway, air filled with the sound of pants and racing hearts.

Smoke shifted, hand moving to cup your cheek. It made you soften, feeling his gentle hold cradle your face so sweetly, skin smelling like the outside air he was in moments ago. His hand was cool to the touch, the temperature change against your cheek compared to the stuffy air of the closet making you sigh softly.

"You think I can't fuck her?" He said, not even bothering to look at Stack as his hand shifted to grip your jaw, tight. He maneuvered both of you around, pulling your back to his chest and making it so that his back was pressed against the wall you were just against.

You eyes made contact with Stack's seeing the way his cock twitched at the sight of your exposed breast and stunned face. He groaned softly as Smoke gripped the bottom hem of your dress, tugging it up to your neck.

You watched Stack's hand shake, arm twitching to inch toward his cock, eyes raking down your body. Then, the familiar jingle of a belt filled the air, making you still.

Smoke just snickered, eyes looking up and over your shoulder to see that his brother started putting a show for you, hand locked around his cock, lazily jerking himself off.

"Brother," Smoke said, making Stack jerk his head up, "I'll show you that I know how to fuck her."

And he sure did. Both did, actually. God, you really did love your boys.

[fayelero]

heyooo i love your writing so much dude like it’s mind boggling

anyways, i was wondering if you could write for husband au kuroo? any plotline would do

… maaayybbeeee a little smut ykyk🤭

THANK YOUUUUAAA💞

ⓘ 01. MY ALL !

⤷ FLUFF&SMUT ﹫ timeskip!kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader ﹫ mdni ﹫ thanks for the req! I took time to guess the plot sorry !! here’s for ya hope you like it :)

⚠︎ mdni, dom!kuroo, praise kink, possession kink, p in v, slow sex, but kinda rough (manhandling) .ᐟ.ᐟ

It was another miserable Thursday.

Rain tapped against the windows of the Japan Volleyball Association’s headquarters, a rhythmic, taunting reminder of the hours ticking by. Inside his office, Kuroo Tetsurō looked like he was one bad sentence away from setting the entire place on fire.

He was hunched over a stack of reports that kept multiplying like some sick joke. His tie hung loose, blazer thrown over the armrest of his chair, sleeves rolled up to the elbow. His jaw was clenched so tightly, it looked like he might grind his teeth into dust by the end of the hour.

His assistants—usually a somewhat chaotic but efficient team—were moving like mice in a lion’s den. They handed him files and tiptoed around his desk like he was a ticking bomb, flinching at the sharp drag of his pen or the way he slammed a report shut after finding a mistake.

The truth was simple: Kuroo was pissed.

His irritation wasn’t new. It had been building up for weeks. It started with a few late nights, then turned into every night. The schedule had been packed—meetings, travel, international liaison calls, press coordination. Volleyball wasn’t just a sport for him; it was a battlefield, and right now, he was stuck in the trenches.

And worse—he hadn’t touched you in a month.

You.

His wife.

That fact alone gnawed at him more than anything else. He wasn’t the type to whine or complain about sex like some hormonal teenager, but the combination of stress and the lack of your warm, pliant body tangled under his had pushed him to the edge. You were his favorite fucking escape. The way you moaned, the way you clawed at his shoulders, the way you’d kiss him like he was the only man in the world—it grounded him. Recentered him.

But work had suffocated the little time he had left with you. Every time you reached for him at night, he was already half-asleep or neck-deep in emails. He hated it. Hated how you looked at him with quiet concern, kissed his cheek, and told him you understood.

He didn’t want you to understand.

He wanted you underneath him.

So today, he was miserable. Running on caffeine, ten hours of sleep stretched over four nights, and the very last thread of patience he had.

Papers smacked onto his desk. “Here’s the Korea match proposal, sir—”

“Wrong formatting,” Kuroo growled without even looking up. “Redo it.”

The poor guy nodded so fast his glasses slipped down his nose.

Then came the final straw.

It was a comment. Not meant for him. Said in a whisper that, unfortunately, carried across the very open space of his office.

“God, he just needs to fuck his wife and we’ll be good finally…”

Everything stopped.

A beat passed. Kuroo didn’t lift his head. The pen in his hand stilled mid-signature. The room collectively held its breath.

The assistant who said it realized far too late what had happened. The slow, horrifying realization hit him mid-sentence as he turned toward the desk, eyes wide in horror.

Kuroo looked up. Slowly. Calmly. Too calmly.

His gaze pinned the guy like a nail to the wall.

“…Repeat that.”

Silence.

No one dared to move.

The unfortunate man looked like he was debating whether to fake a heart attack or jump out the third-story window. “I—I didn’t mean—I wasn’t—”

Kuroo leaned back in his chair, crossed one leg over the other, and arched an eyebrow. “Go on. Finish the sentence. You’ve already committed.”

A nervous, dry laugh cracked out of someone in the back. It died instantly when Kuroo’s eyes flicked in their direction.

“I—what I meant was—it’s just—you’ve seemed tense lately, and—uh—maybe a break would help.”

“A break.” Kuroo’s voice was like cut glass. “You mean getting my dick wet so I stop terrorizing the office?”

A beat.

“…Yes?” the man said quietly.

Kuroo’s smirk was slow and cruel.

“Well,” he said, standing up, towering over the poor bastard, “you’re not wrong.”

He grabbed his phone off the desk and slipped on his blazer in one smooth movement. “Which is why I’m leaving early. If any of you send me another goddamn file tonight, I’ll personally rewrite your resumes. You won’t find work even in middle school tournaments. Clear?”

A chorus of terrified nods.

“Excellent.”

He strode to the door, yanked it open, and paused only once.

“You have thirty minutes to clean up my desk. If I see even one report out of place tomorrow, you’ll regret being born.”

Then he was gone.

And in the silence that followed, someone whispered:

“…Thank God. We might survive tomorrow.”

⸻

You were sitting cross-legged at the dining table, laptop open, papers scattered in the kind of organized chaos that only made sense to you. You were focused, brow slightly furrowed as your fingers tapped away at the keyboard. It was just past six, and Kuroo wasn’t due home for hours—not unless a miracle happened.

So when the front door slammed with enough force to rattle the hallway picture frames, you blinked.

Then you heard heavy, fast steps. Purposeful. Familiar.

You stood slowly, confused, still in your loungewear: a black silk cami and matching shorts that rode up every time you moved. The outfit wasn’t meant to seduce anyone—it was hot, the AC sucked, and you were working from home. But it had that unintended effect.

You turned the corner just as he entered the kitchen.

“Tetsu?” you said cautiously.

His eyes snapped to you.

And everything about him changed.

The tension in his jaw eased. His shoulders dropped slightly. His gaze dropped—slowly, methodically—to your bare thighs, then back up. Then again. He looked like he hadn’t eaten in weeks and just walked into his favorite meal.

Without a word, he crossed the space in four long strides and grabbed your face in both hands, dragging your mouth to his.

The kiss wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t rushed, either. It was needy, slow, claiming. He licked into your mouth with a low grunt and didn’t stop until you were breathless, hands fisting into his half-rolled-up sleeves.

You didn’t need to ask what this was. You’d felt the frustration piling up in him for weeks. You’d caught his lingering looks every time you brushed by him half-dressed. He was always tired, busy, polite—but you both knew what was missing.

His mouth barely pulled back from yours. “I missed you,” he murmured, voice low and gravelly. “So fuckin’ much.”

You swallowed, dazed. “I—You’re home early.”

“I left work before I started breaking things,” he muttered. “Didn’t want to show up on the evening news.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but he grabbed your wrist and started walking, pulling you behind him.

“Where are we—?”

“Bedroom.”

The way he said it—like there was no room for discussion—made your knees weak.

The second you stepped inside, he spun you around and kissed you again, deeper this time. His hands gripped your waist, thumbs pressing into the curve above your hips, and he exhaled like the first contact with your skin finally let him breathe again.

“Fuck,” he muttered, dragging the silk cami up, his palm grazing your stomach, then up to cup your breast. “You wore this all day?”

“Yeah?”

He let out a humorless huff. “I haven’t seen you like this in a month and you’re just walking around the house with your ass out?”

“I didn’t know you were coming home.”

He grinned, teeth flashing. “You’re not gonna be walking tomorrow either way.”

Your breath hitched.

He kissed your shoulder, your collarbone, then dropped to his knees like he was settling in for worship. He pressed his mouth against the inside of your thigh, warm breath hitting silk.

“I missed these thighs,” he muttered. “Missed touching you. Missed this fuckin’ body. I missed my wife.”

Your knees almost buckled when he peeled your shorts down, slow and deliberate, and licked a path right up your inner thigh. But he didn’t stay there—not yet.

He stood, turned you around, and pushed you face-down onto the bed with a palm between your shoulder blades. The silk top rode up to your ribs.

He groaned. “Look at you. Fuck, baby.”

His hand smoothed down your spine, then gripped your ass hard enough to make you arch. “Been thinkin’ about this for weeks. Every night.”

You squirmed, but he just leaned over you, pressing his hips into your backside so you could feel just how hard he was. “Every time I tried to focus at work, I kept thinking about how you sound when I’ve got you like this. Face down. Ass up. Legs shaking.”

“Tetsu—”

“No. Don’t say anything except ‘thank you.’”

You couldn’t help it—you moaned.

“Yeah,” he growled, tugging his zipper down. “That’s what I wanna hear.”

He dragged the tip of his cock along your slit, just enough to tease, then pushed in with a deep, satisfying thrust that had your fingers clawing at the sheets. He held still, deep inside you, his body pressed fully to your back.

“Goddamn, baby. Tight as ever. Grippin’ me like you missed this too.”

He didn’t pound into you. Not yet. His rhythm was slow, grinding—intimate but filthy. He kissed your shoulders between thrusts, whispered praise against your skin.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl.”

“You always take me so well.”

“I could stay buried in you for hours.”

You moaned into the pillow as he adjusted the angle, driving deeper until he found the spot that made your legs shake.

“Yeah, right there,” he breathed. “You feel that? That’s where you’re gonna be sore tomorrow.”

Your back arched instinctively and he grinned against your spine. “There she is.”

He didn’t stop praising you. Not once.

“Been craving you so bad it hurt.”

“You’re perfect.”

“No one makes me feel like this.”

Every word made your walls clench tighter around him, and he could feel it.

“Yeah. You like hearing that? Like being told how fuckin’ good you are for me?”

“Yes—”

“Say it.”

“I’m good for you—”

“You’re everything,” he growled. “Mine.”

You came with a gasp, legs trembling under him, and Kuroo groaned like he’d just hit nirvana. He fucked you through it, slow and deep, until his pace broke into something rougher, needier.

When he finally came, he buried himself to the hilt, breath hot against your shoulder, chest pressed to your back.

After a long pause, he kissed your temple.

Then your shoulder.

Then your lower back.

You were still face down, ass up, completely wrecked and limp.

“You’re not walking tomorrow,” he said again, satisfied.

You groaned.

And he just smirked, hands already massaging your hips like he was resetting you.

“Don’t worry. I’ll carry you to the shower. After round two.”

[revelboo]

And when Brainstorms weird construction works, all humans get teleported back to the Lost Light, including Tarns. Now the crew has to explaining to a raging mass murderer that they in fact did not steal his human... even if it looks like it lol

Or Tarn gets a call from his human: hey yeah i got beamed around and am currently on the ship with your ex-boss and a lot of weirdos. Can you pick me up? thx!

This made me cackle when I read it.

MTMTE What if Angst Scenario Just Gone- Reunion

• “Would you leave the science to the scientists?” Brainstorm snarls, immediately regretting it when Ratchet’s servos wrap around a wrench. And Perceptor shoves between him and the medic, stripping and redoing his wiring to his frustration. “It was fine.” The other bot turning and staring at him, expression guarded. ‘Yes, if sloppy is fine,’ Perceptor murmurs. ‘Try it again.’

• Servos drumming restlessly against his arm, Rodimus can feel his plating heating even if the wide berth everyone else is giving him wasn’t a dead giveaway. And he’s never been all that religious, but if it’ll get you back? He’s tried Primus, but at this point, he’s tempted to try Unicron if it might help. “You’re melting the floor,” Megatron growls at him and he doesn’t know how the other mech is so calm when he’s losing it.

• Watching the thing arc to make the ship’s lights dim sharply, there’s a humming that prickles across Swerve’s biofield. And he’s frozen watching that mini gate throw tendrils of energy. And a human pops into existence, staggering and falling. And another. Three more. Moaning and miserable, hurting, but whole. They’re all coming back. And he’s lunging when you blip into existence, hands cupped to catch you as he dives for you, plating scraping the floor.

• You’re back, the bond flaring back through him as you appear, and Megatron’s servos tremble as he scoops you up, spark hurting when you start bawling. Doesn’t care that you’re not alone as he shifts his plating, bonding you. Needing that intimacy, to know you and his new spark are safe and it’s a relief to tangle in you, finding you and your sparkling safe. And he’s not the only one, sees several bots scooping their humans up. Bonding with them out of worry. Reassuring themselves after the stress and fear. Feels something shift and he’s shocked when you pass the spark to him, before curling into his palm. What just happened?

• “Did you just spark me?” Tailgate whispers, feeling Cyclonus twitch where he’d been holding you both while he renews his bond with you and checks on the twin sparks. Can feel them tangled in him not you and despite the surprise, he doesn’t care. You’re home. You’re okay.

• ‘Hey, we’ve got extras,’ Nautica calls out and Rodimus looks up at the little group of unclaimed humans. Tucking you against his neck, he frowns. Because he’s never seen this group before. And they don’t look nearly freaked out enough. Obviously familiar with Cybertronians. So these humans had ended up with other Cybertronians not on the Lost Light? “Who’s your bots?” He asks tiredly. And one of them looks up at him. ‘Where’s Tarn?’

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CUSTOM-MADE。 yang jungwon

fem reader & fashion student jungwon ᗢ 15OO words ━━ fluff ꕀ college!au, situationship, repost ⌗ WARNiNGS pet names, kissing, suggestive (?)

“Do you like it?”

The black pen that was being spun around between Jungwon’s fingers stopped its movements as he held it with a bit too much force. He tilted his head towards you and chuckled sweetly, “Love it, even. Give me a twirl?”

Doing as he requested, you smiled bashfully like every other time you tried on his pieces. “Feels a bit awkward to breathe in this shirt, Won. The right side’s too tight.” You took wary steps towards him, fiddling with the ends of the miniskirt carefully so as not to prickle your finger with the pins.

He hurried to your side with his measuring tape in hand, “Really? It looks perfect on you.” Jungwon frowned, worrying more about your comfort than having to redo the shirt.

“Yeah, but I don’t think you need to adjust it.” You commented as his tape encircled your ribs. You had to suck in a breath when he playfully squeezed your side to ease you up. “Did you wash it? The cotton could’ve shrunk.”

“Mm, yeah, I did. Must be it.” He nodded and wrote down your measurements before approaching you again with a cheeky grin.

Jungwon grabbed your hands into his soft ones and guided you to the studio’s mirror. “Look at you.” He went behind you so you’d have a better view of yourself. “You look so beautiful in this set.”

And he wasn’t lying when he said that. He had been working on the beige blazer, plaid skirt, and snug shirt for the past few weeks. Jungwon felt incredibly happy with the outcome and how it fits your body; after all, he knew it like the back of his hand, and it would be surprising if something — apart from the minor washing incident — went wrong.

”You’re flattering me too much, Won. You should be proud of yourself first.” Staring at your attire, you did your best not to react to how he wrapped you up in his arms, his broad chest glued to your back.

“Oh, I am. I’m getting better, right? But I’m not flattering you enough.” Jungwon spoke lightly, resting his chin on your shoulder. “You look stunning. It would be a sin not to praise how gorgeous you look in it.”

You looked away from the mirror at how vocal the fashion student was. It was common to see him make a few nice comments and go back to grumbling about how he should’ve used a different kind of fabric, not kiss the ground you walked on.

His caresses, on the other hand, were too familiar, even when you two were stuck in a weird friendship with lover benefits. You didn’t mind it when one of you snuck a quick kissing session between his sewing and clothing adjustments, which also seemed to be his subtle plan for the day.

Jungwon dipped his nose to your neck, right before the collar of your blazer started, “I have a new project for my next class. Might make you that dress you wanted so much.” The boy mumbled, lazily pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck.

Holding the strong arms that were around your stomach, you tilted your head back to give him more access and gasped happily, “Really? You’re not joking, right?”

“Of course not.” He let out a small laugh and the sound reverberated against your skin. His plump lips pressed to the sensitive spot under your ear for a few seconds before pulling away. “You’ve been my model since senior year, I need to start making more of the clothes you want.”

The promise was so simple and stupid, but you still turned to latch yourself onto him.

“You’re the best, did you know that?” You cupped his cheeks and pecked his whole face, to which he replied with a satisfied, wolfish grin.

After your kisses landed on every possible place but his favorite one, Jungwon raised his index and meekly tapped his mouth. “Missed a spot.” He reminded you cheekily with his eyebrows raised.

His tap on his lips made you laugh, happiness bubbling inside you. Jungwon didn’t even bother to move his eyes elsewhere when you caught his gaze, maintaining eye contact for as much as possible.

You took a moment to drink in the sight of him as he did to you. His bangs fell perfectly just above his eyes, and his mouth curled up in a beam. He looked so cute when he was excited — you could see the stars in his irises just from knowing he’d get a kiss. Unhurriedly, you leaned in, your hands still cradling his face, and pressed your lips to his.

The act was tender and quite desperate, but there was no one to blame except the three weeks when the boy had been cooped up in his studio. Jungwon’s lips were so sweet that you swore you were going to get a cavity just from the kiss.

He was getting so lost into you, nearly whining as his hands squeezed your body, head dizzy. But then, almost as if afraid of crossing an invisible line, Jungwon pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours. His eyelids were still closed, his breathing uneven, and you could feel his nervousness in the way he held you.

“Relax,” you soothed despite digging your fingers into his strong triceps.

He responded with another hum, his palms slipping under the fabric of the shirt he had made, his fingers brushing against your warm skin. The tailor trailed his mouth along your cheeks, up to your temples, the sensation littering your skin in goosebumps.

You felt his hot breath on the side of your face as he mumbled, “You’re everything to me.”

Truth be told, he wanted to be yours, needed you, but didn’t dare to voice it. The fear of crossing this fine line, the fear of trying something new, held him back. Instead, he let his actions speak for him.

Repeatedly, Jungwon pecked you and leaned back with a kissy face. Then, with a soft chuckle, he said, “I guess I should finish adjusting the shirt.”

“Yeah, you should,” still a bit dazed, you agreed, though part of you wished you could stay like this forever.

As he went back to work, measuring and pinning with a focused look on his face, you couldn’t help but feel the urge to touch him. You moved closer again, your fingers brushing against his as he adjusted a pin. Jungwon glanced up, catching your loving eyes on him.

He smiled, a soft and genuine smile that made you feel like the luckiest person in the world. ”Thanks for being my muse,” he said quietly.

You took in the sight of him so close, his features soft in the dim light of the studio. The curve of his nose, how his thick eyebrows arched highly, and his feline-like eyes that crinkled with his beam, all didn’t go unnoticed by you. “Jungwon…” You whispered, not even sure what you wanted to say. No words felt adequate.

“I…” The tailor began, but his tongue seemed to fail him too. Instead, he cupped your jaw with his nimble fingers, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin in a gesture so careful it made your heart ache.

There were so many things you wanted to say, try and ask why you didn’t just get together, or why you were being so hesitant, but it was obvious that none of you had the answer for it.

While you leaned into his touch, you murmured a question, “What are we doing?”

Jungwon’s thumb stilled on your cheek as he pondered over your puzzle. “I don’t know.” He admitted. “I... seriously don’t know. I’m sorry.”

Jungwon’s palm slid from your cheek to your neck, creating a path down to your collarbone. The touch was almost imperceptible, however, your breath hitched at the sensation. He seemed to be remembering the feeling of you after being too busy with his projects.

Your own hands moved on their own accord, one slipping to his nape, the other resting on his chest, feeling the quick beat of his heart beneath your fingertips.

Neither of you spoke, but you could sense how the other wanted to open their mouth and address the elephant in the room.

Finally, unable to stay quiet any longer, your lips brushed against his once more in a kiss, filled with all the emotions you couldn’t put into words. Jungwon let out a soft groan, his hands tightening on your lower waist as he tugged you closer.

It was different from the previous one — not as urgent, but an attempt to communicate wordlessly. The boy backed you into sitting on his desk, knocking some of his precious utensils off to make you space and ensure your comfort. In all honesty, he couldn’t care less about them.

When you finally pulled back, you were both breathless. Jungwon’s pupils were completely blown, his gaze holding yours in a silent question.

You smiled, fingers brushing through his messy hair. “We’ll figure it out,” you assured, “one piece of clothing at a time.”

Jungwon nodded with an amused laugh at your dumb joke. “Yeah,” he agreed softly. “One piece of clothing at a time.”

𔓕　LETTERS FROM REi ━━ i always wanted a brother is such a goated song

2024 © SOOV

[bisexualoftheopera]

Twisted Wonderland Love Languages

Heartslabyul

Riddle: words of affirmation (his mother was not good for his self esteem and he often doubts himself)

Trey: quality time (sit by him as he bakes, keep him company. He's a simple man)

Cater: words of affirmation (he's depressed, we all know it. Reassurance that you love the real Cater and not just Cay-Cay is greatly appreciated)

Ace: physical touch (he likes holding you, not much to say)

Deuce: gift giving (he might not have a lot of money but he crafts the loveliest little things for you. He tries his best to get the little details right and make it pretty but sometimes he gets frustrated. He tries his best)

Savanaclaw

Leona: all of them (he's used to being second fiddle, the second born, all that. Show him you love him, constant sleeping and all, by doin this for him. Tell him you love how determined he is, tell him he's smart. Maybe play chess with him, give him cuddles, redo his braids when they come loose)

Jack: physical touch (wolf boy needs to be touching you, he doesn't know why. His tail wags when he does too, he's ashamed but as much as he pretends to grumble, he won't stop touching you)

Ruggie: words of affirmation (reassurance that he isn't just a sneaky thief with sticky fingers, that you actually trust him. He love) gift giving (he doesn't have much and sometimes he thinks he likely never will. Little homemade gifts always make his heart soar, you actually put time and effort into the thing for him? He love so much)

Octavinelle

Azul: physical touch (as shy as he is, he loves being held) words of affirmation (body issues from his past still creep up so a little reassurance is nice)

Jade: quality time (he likes going hiking with you, pointing out different fauna. Be there, show interest, the eel relishes in it)

Floyd: physical touch (he squeeze. He love when shrimpy squeeze back)

Scarabia

Kalim: physical touch (baby loves being held, he loves it so much) quality time (given his large amount of siblings he doesn't really get alone time so he'd love to spend some time just the two of you)

Jamil: words of affirmation (poor baby is full of doubt because he was always in Kalim's shadow) acts of service (he's used to taking care of Kalim and serving others so he'd love it if someone would take care of him for once)

Pomefiore

Vil: words of affirmation (yes, he knows he's beautiful, he knows he's awesome and all that. But being typecast as a villain all the time gets a man down, even him)

Rook: physical touch (if he could envelop you constantly, he would. Only thing stopping him for now is classes and Vil)

Epel: gift giving (farmboy works with his hands a lot, he likes crafting and giving you what he's made. Make sure you keep them all)

Igenhyde

Idia: words of affirmation (poor fire boy is shy and always feel crappy, reassure the man) acts of service (maybe you entered a draw to try and win one of his favorite game related things, maybe you brought him a snack while he grinds levels. Show him you care)

Ortho (platonic): quality time (he likes spending time with the people he loves and he loves you like you're part of his family)

Diasomnia

Malleus: all of them (good luck because this pouty dragon will definitely be showing you so much love in so many ways and he wants it shown in so many ways too)

Lilia: quality time (he doesn't have much time left by fae standards (maybe 100? 200? years) it's a pity he only met you now. He definitely loves spending time with you and won't hesitate to take any opportunity presented)

Silver: quality time (he spends most of his time falling asleep which isn't ideal for dates and such but he's trying so hard to stay awake for you. Make sure he knows that being in the same room is still quality time)

Sebek: gift giving (fae express their love this way, of course he'd do the same. He's fae! What did you expect from him, human?) words of affirmation (he's insecure about being half human. He isn't as strong, he won't live as long, he gets judged by other fae for being half human. He's not human enough for the humans and not fae enough for the fae. Reassurance (word of the post) is key)