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WIP Wednesday 8/12/2020

Yachi takes a shaky breath and quickly passes her hand over her eyes. She’s probably smeared her makeup, but that’s okay. It’s not like anyone would want her anyway. An upset huff leaves her and Yachi blinks to clear tears from her eyes, looks around the party for some sort of distraction. It’s then that she spots Kuroo leaning against the wall- looking bored as he sips on a drink and plays with his phone. Kuroo. Kuroo with his long, long legs and his hair that seems messier and messier each time she sees him. Kuroo with his sly grins and drawls, his teasing and his terrible laughter that gets her giggling. Kuroo. Bokuto’s best friend. He’d know how to get into Bokuto’s good graces. He’s so close to him, knows him so very well. She could learn so much from him. And he makes such handsome company besides. Yachi blinks and she stumbles up to standing, gets off of the stairs and starts to make her way to Kuroo on shaky legs. He doesn’t notice her at first and it makes something ache in Yachi’s chest, has her eyes stinging because, god, she really is so unnoticeable and how can she ever get the attention of a person that stands out so bright when she's something so transparent?

Yachi sniffles and that's when Kuroo looks at her. There are bags under his eyes and he looks tired, but he still looks handsome and all of a sudden Yachi just wants to lean against him, get wrapped up in his arms and sleep.

This WIP is an old BokuYachi that turned into KuroYachi and is now currently turning into a BoKuroYachi Because ot3 babey

[moramew]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Barebacking, Hook-Up, Clothed Sex Summary:

It doesn't really mean anything, but it's still hot as hell.

And fucking the replacement is a fuck you to Bruce, too.

(At least that's what Jason tells himself)

[morallyunequivocal]

i’ve got my hands full with you rated: NC-17 word count: 2,230 ship: shiro/keith summary:  It’s Keith’s turn to pull down Shiro by his dumb, hot blazer lapel and kiss him stupid. “We can end this here if you want to, but I would really like to get better introduced to your hands. And also your dick.”

He blushes angrily at that but holds himself steady.

This is no more or less embarrassing than what happened at Altea Dental. He can survive it.

for @fratboyshiro​, my main bitch, who, with my enthusiastic encouragement, wrote the sheith hand kink fic that we all deserved. but i’m also tagging @daddyroboarm​ cause she wanted to see it.

i told her that if she wrote it and published it i would write here porn. and here we are.

about three weeks later, but only bc real life hit me like a brick to the face.

Keith is going to die. He's going to melt into a pile of sexual frustration right here at the restaurant. He's not even going to make it home.

Shiro looks even better in a blazer and shirt than his scrubs and if he doesn't stop tearing at his breadstick with his hands Keith is going to come in his pants. He thought he could make it to date number three, show Shiro the respect and attention he 100% deserves but Shiro is testing his patience.

Something must show on his face because Shiro blushes and is there anything he doesn’t do attractively? Keith’s eyes follow the flush down the V of his shirt, and Shiro blushes even deeper.

Shiro bites his lip and Keith is done for.

He waives the waitress down for the check. It’s just drinks and an appetizer at this point, but Keith is a hopeless, horny man with no self-control.  The waitress looks at him knowingly and now it’s his turn to blush.

He tips her fifteen bucks.

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[moramewhq]

WIP Wednesday 8/26/2020

“You look like you need to relax.”

Daichi blinks and lifts his head from where it’s bowed over his glass- eyes sliding to the side to take in the man that’s occupied the previously empty bar stool next to him.

Grey hair. Copper eyes. Piercings in his left ear, beads of metal resting under the right corner of full lips. There’s a pack of cigarettes sticking out the pocket of his leather jacket and rips in his skinny jeans. His feet are hooked in the rungs of the bar stool and his chin is in his palm, an almost sweet smile is on his face.

He’s gorgeous.

Daichi doesn’t know how to handle it.

He licks his lips and blinks, forces his eyes to keep from traveling over this stranger and settles on meeting his gaze instead.

“Well, I am in a bar,” Daichi tells him, looking away after and down at his drink. He’s not used to men approaching him so obviously. He’s not used to pretty, punk men approaching him. “I am relaxing.”

There’s a soft huff of laughter and then a hum- a pale hand creeping into his line of sight and latching onto his drink, dragging it away. Daichi frowns and glances over to the stranger, frowns deeper when the man slings the rest of his drink back.

“You look like you need something stronger,” Grey Haired and Gorgeous tells him like it’ll excuse the fact he just stole Daichi’s drink and finished it off. His tongue darts out- pink and wet and embedded with metal- and swipes over his lips, smooths off a drop of liquor. “Let me buy you something better.”

Daichi tilts his head and the stranger smiles at him, just a little coy as pewter lashes lower and piercings flash in the low light of the bar. It’s been a long time since someone offered to get him a drink. It’s a bit flattering, maybe.

He could say no. He should say no. He’s a little tired, though, and needs something to forget the pressure of his work projects, the way responsibility and expectations have been piled onto his shoulders so much he feels like he might collapse.

And this stranger is pretty and bold and a little wicked with his grin and half-shut, hungry eyes- something different from pencil skirts and finely pressed slacks and murmured flirts threaded through talks of work and flaunts of money and new cars and vacations to the beach.

He could use something different, he thinks.

“Okay,” Daichi tells him. “Buy me a drink.”

This week’s WIP peek is at a spicy DaiSuga that I’m hoping to finish in time for this year’s kinktober c:

[moramewhq]

WIP Wednesday 8/5/2020

“Nah,” Bokuto tells her. He’s got his arm around her waist and his thumb is idly stroking her skin where his hand is resting on her thigh. Kuroo feels a little jealous, but only because he’s curious about just how soft her skin is, how it feels to have a hand on a slim and pretty leg. “This party kinda blows, to be honest. It’s not fun when people start brawlin’ like that.”

Yachi’s nose scrunches up in agreement- clear displeasure on her face at the mention of the fight they had witnessed earlier. There’s the faintest stain on her cute little knee highs from where beer got spilled on her in the commotion and Kuroo’s about eighty percent sure that he’s going to have a bruise from where some idiot had elbowed him in the stomach while trying to get closer to the drunks fighting over something Kuroo couldn’t possibly name.

He’d regret even coming to the party if it wasn’t for Yachi sitting so pretty on the bed- her lashes lowered from the state alcohol has nudged her in and a glow to her cheeks. She’s even more of a sight for sore eyes with Kuroo’s snapback still resting on her head and Bokuto’s arm around her. She looks so damn small against him and it’s nice in a way that makes Kuroo want to swallow.

Shit. He’s really fucked over it. It’s probably unfair to her, maybe, but he’s just stupidly enraptured with the idea of having her between them.

Not like it will ever happen, though.

Something from my yet to be finished bokuroyachi shotgunning + makeouts fic;;;; This is version 2 of it and probably the only I’ll finish...someday.

[moramewhq]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Kuroo Tetsurou/Yachi Hitoka Characters: Kuroo Tetsurou, Yachi Hitoka Additional Tags: Training Camp, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Making Out, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex, Consensual, classroom hookups in the dead of night, No penetration Summary:

It's just too hot to sleep.

[moramewhq]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ushijima Wakatoshi/Yachi Hitoka Characters: Ushijima Wakatoshi, Yachi Hitoka, Tendou Satori Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Office, Boss!Ushijima, Secretary!Yachi, tendou is a bad influence, actually no he's not, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

“Schedule it,” Ushijima instructs. “And call Tendou back into work.”

“Yes, sir.”

Ushijima nods his dismissal and Yachi hugs her tablet to her chest, bows before she turns to leave his office. Ushijima watches her, eyes unable to prevent themselves from lingering on her slender frame.

(in which Ushijima has a secretary that he can't quite resist ...not that she can resist him either)

[moramewhq]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Pacific Rim (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Yachi Hitoka Additional Tags: Pacific Rim AU, Grief and Loss, Funerals, iwaizumi loving oikawa, widow!yachi Summary:

Death is a regretful familiarity in Iwaizumi's life.