#hehe them

[starlight-lesbians]

Greaseball: You are an absolute fucking dork.

Dinah, singing: Yeah, but I'm your dork!

Greaseball: *sighs* Yeah, you're my dork.

[spase2axolotl]

MT: You could have said ''booty''

Purple: I dont like that word

-NEXT-

[nevermatchandscpsradadventures]

hey SCP! Sorry this is late, but for the word prompt game, tear, if you're still up for it :)

Ooh, this’ll be fun~ Not sure which “tear” you’re meaning so I’ll do both lol

(Came Back Wrong…?)

Gan grunts as he gets his face off the ground. One thing’s for sure, the ground doesn’t taste very good at all. He’s more concerned about Zelda, though.

“Zelda, are you okay?” he asks, snuffling.

“Ugh… ow… Yes, I’ll be fine, thank you.” Zelda says, taking Gan’s hand in order to stand up.

Gan looks all around. “Well, wherever we are, it’s not where we were earlier.” He puts his fists on his hips and frowns. “Wonder where exactly this is—?”

Before he can finish his thought, he hears the sound of Zelda stifling laughter. He blinks and turns around. “What’s so funny?”

This apparently causes Zelda to burst out laughing, which is always a nice thing to hear, but that still doesn’t tell him what’s so funny. She’s laughing so hard, though, that she even sheds a tear or two.

“Oh! Oh! Forgive me, Gan, but… ohoho… Take a look at your pants…!” Zelda manages to say through her laughter.

“Huh?” Gan blinks. He cranes his head to look where Zelda told him to, only to see a big tear in the butt of his pants. “Oh.”

“I shouldn’t be laughing, I really shouldn’t, but…!” Zelda says, trying her hardest to stop her laughter.

Gan laughs a little bit himself. “No, it’s okay. It’s funny. Good thing I’m wearing a tunic and a cloak.” He demonstrates by tugging his tunic lower and readjusting his cloak. “So how about we try to figure out what’s going on here?”

Zelda smiles. “Yes, let’s.”

[gelarshiesprofruitboarder]

dw its vegan

[heymeowmao]

异人之下 | I Am Nobody E9 ° Don't let me run into you at the tournament. If that happens, don't blame me for being too hard on you.

[jevdev-art]

Nyarly having nails that can regenerate at will would be really silly and useful hehe 💅

[authoruio]

(Co)-connect: suits and dresses

Tags! @starry-night-rose @windbornearchon @nem0-nee @rosietrace @fumikomiyasaki @sakuramidnight15

[osamusbigtits]

atsumu walks around in tight boxer briefs. kiyoomi sits on the couch, watching atsumu walk around their apartment with a purpose.

kiyoomi doesn't care about what atsumu does. he just watches atsumu, taking in the plump curve of atsumu's ass and the bulge in the front.

atsumu pays no attention to kiyoomi.

that is until kiyoomi spreads his legs, every so slightly. just enough to catch atsumu's eyes.

kiyoomi doesn't miss the way atsumu eyes kiyoomi's thighs.

"stop distracting me," atsumu says and walks away.

kiyoomi laughs. "what are you even doing?" he asks.

"tidying."

kiyoomi gets up from the couch and finds atsumu in their office. "tidying? the apartment is clean, love," kiyoomi says softly.

atsumu huffs. "no its not."

kiyoomi grabs atsumu's hips and pulls atsumu to his chest. with a sigh, atsumu leans against kiyoomi. kiyoomi kisses the back of atsumu's neck and atsumu lays his head back on kiyoomi's shoulder.

"what's wrong?" kiyoomi asks. atsumu shakes his head. "stressed?" kiyoomi asks softly, his hands roam, gently rubbing atsumu's tummy and squeezing his hips.

atsumu nods. "this upcoming game is stressing me out because my ankle has been sore." he sighs as kiyoomi's hands roam a little lower. "doesn't help that samu's been stressed with the shop either."

kiyoomi kisses atsumu's neck and then the sensitive spot that makes atsumu shudder.

"cleaning the already clean apartment won't help with that stress," kiyoomi says, smiling when atsumu groans in annoyance. "come sit with me on the couch. we should relax for that big game. and osamu has been able to handle his restaurant all this time. I'm sure he'll figure it out."

atsumu nods. he lets kiyoomi pull him to the living room. they curl up together on the couch. kiyoomi's hands continue to roam atsumu's body, feeling the muscles of atsumu's thighs and the soft pudge of his stomach.

slowly, the tension slips from atsumu. he grabs kiyoomi's face, not roughly but needily, and pulls kiyoomi into a kiss.

kiyoomi's hand slips into atsumu's boxers.

atsumu breathes out harshly as soon kiyoomi makes contact with his cock.

"already hard?" kiyoomi whispers, lips brushing against atsumu's earlobe. he nibbles the soft skin there and atsumu gasps.

"your hands," atsumu breathes out, "they're distracting."

kiyoomi laughs, a soft exhale. "so you've said."

his hand wraps around atsumu's cock, starting with slow and careful pumps.

atsumu melts into kiyoomi, back pressed against kiyoomi's chest. soft and pliant. atsumu's quiet moans fill the air.

kiyoomi pushes the boxers down, revealing atsumu's pretty cock. he works atsumu a little bit faster. atsumu moans a little lourder, sounding so beautiful right in kiyoomi's ear.

"I got you, baby," kiyoomi says softly once atsumu gets close. atsumu's moans louder, more desperate.

kiyoomi watches atsumu's cock. he takes in every twitch, every drop of precum that leaks, watches the subtle jump in atsumu's hips.

and kiyoomi's favorite part: watching atsumu cum. the way his pretty cock jumps before spurting cum. atsumu moans kiyoomi's name, hands gripping kiyoomi's thighs.

kiyoomi turns to kiss atsumu's cheek.

atsumu breathes out, shaking and panting.

"at least you have something to clean now," kiyoomi says, looking at the mess on atsumu's stomach.

atsumu laughs breathlessly.