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[54prowl]

congrats on your milestone prowl!!!! may I please get my loser babygirl atsumu in pose 3! 👉🏻👈🏻

he missed one (1) serve

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[pluviophile-imagines]

pluuuvi if possible could I order ur bf kuroo with 16 and 25 🥹🤲🏻

16: The low, steady purr of a big orange tabby curled up, slumbering 25: The first dark morning, pitch black when there once was sunlight MONTY MY BELOVED tysm for sending this in i hope u enjoy 🥺 i went a lil out of the box but i think its so sweet,,,,,, friends to lovers morning after plot bunny

The sky outside is only just beginning to brighten, nothing that could be called sunrise yet to appear. The apartment is dark and chill as you pad through it carefully, praying you won’t wake its occupant before you manage to make it out the front door. You hadn’t entirely anticipated doing this before dawn, but it isn’t as if you have much of a choice. You need to be gone before he wakes up, or he’ll convince you to stay.

In your haste your socked foot slams into a table, sending pain shooting up from your toe. You wince, biting down the impulse to yelp, squeezing your eyes shut where you stand and listening for the sound of your friend (the one you should not have spent the night with, the one you should not be crushing on, the one whose bed you should not sleep in because he's your friend and you won't be able to take it when he tells you to leave in the end) shifting and waking within his bed. There’s nothing, so you straighten.

And pause. A large orange cat sits on the back of the couch, staring at you with big green eyes. She’s statuesque as she regards you, entirely still, and you’re about to turn to leave when she blinks once, slow and purposeful.

“Fine,” you whisper. “I’ll pet you, you spoiled brat.”

When you approach she finally leaps down on silent feet, a blur of pumpkin fur that brushes up against your shin and leads you past the couch to the tall cat tree she frequents.

You wait for her to hop up, watch her circle in place for a good few turns and kneed the plush cushion with delicate paws before she finally settles down and looks up at you expectantly.

It only takes a few strokes for her to fully sink down, eyes shutting as her chest rises and falls more and more rhythmically until the low, smooth sound of purring begins to fill the quiet room. You smile; it’s a sweet scene.

“You’re her favorite, you know.”

The voice that speaks is low and rich, still husky with sleep, and in the quiet of the morning it fills the empty apartment comfortably. It still makes you jump, straightening from how you’ve stooped to pet the cat. Kuroo’s hands fly to your waist to steady you, the warmth of them seeping through the hastily thrown on shirt you’d retrieved from the floor of his bedroom, and for a moment you raise your own to remove them. But then he’s pressing himself up against your back, tucking his face into the back of your neck and letting out a content sigh, and you’re resisting the urge to melt back into his hold.

“Her favorite?”

“Of all my friends you’re the only one she’s really warmed up to. She doesn’t even fall asleep with Kenma around.”

You snort despite yourself. “Oh, I bet he loves that.”

Ordinarily he would respond in turn, give a full chuckle and take the excuse to shittalk his best friend, but he busies himself with something different. You fall quiet as he presses a kiss to your nape, and when he pulls away your breath hitches. He gives you another further towards the crook of your neck, and then another down your shoulder, which is laid bare by how wide the collar of your shirt is. You shiver, and it’s assuredly not from the chill; not with how warm you feel, not with the heat of him draped around you.

“She wants you to stay,” he murmurs against your shoulder.

The attempt earns him a breathy puff of laughter. “Yeah, she wants me to stay.”

“It’s cold. She wants you to come back to bed.”

“I think she wants us to leave her alone so she can sleep in peace.”

“Coming back to bed is leaving her alone, except I get to hold you and the bed won’t be so cold.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. Your hand raises without you willing it, finding his face to cradle his jaw, and he turns into it with another of those deep, rumbling noises of content that makes your heart flutter.

“Tetsu, I—” You sigh, taking a moment to collect yourself. He presses his face further into your palm and meets your gaze with those pretty grey eyes, but you break the contact immediately, casting your own back down to the cat as your face heats up. “If I don’t leave now, I’ll never want to go.”

“Mmm.” He hums, still all low and rumbly, and reaches up to take the hand that cradles his face. Lacing your fingers with his, he keeps ahold of it and leans in to press his forehead to your temple. “Well, I already never want you to go, so we’ll be even.”

And what are you supposed to do with that except let him lead you back to bed?

[petrichorium]

PLUUUUU YOUR TAGS ilysm thank you!! it was so fun to write! a lot of it was actually inspired by my current dragon king wip for bakugo, so there will be a long fic for them!!!! I just had to write a little ficlet to scratch that itch since I won't get to it for a while. but you will eventually get your wish (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

AHHHH RLLY OMG I will be eagerly awaiting 🫣 I can’t wait I rlly can’t. Is it gonna be them meeting/the buildup to the wedding? Ending in the wedding night? Or smthn else entirely 👀 if u don’t mind telling me ofc

YEAH OFC OFC his best girl he def takes her out on flights and vents at her abt everything… that’s probs why she likes the reader so much huh 🥺 and,,,,, and and and if I may propose him referring to her + the reader as “his girls” down the line when he n the reader r more comfortable together WAAAAAA such a sucker for that

[pluviophile-imagines]

pluvi ……. hand in marriage pls (thank u so much I will write the hell out of that qpr fic 🥹 I wish I could use the crying frog emote here) ily

SOB OFC OFC unironically I v much see Bakugo as demiromantic-edging-on-aro and I don’t. Discuss the latter part of that hc a lot but!!! Outside of like reader inserts I don’t imagine him getting with anyone, like he’s a “there’s a one in a million chance of me having romantic feelings for someone and if that chance doesn’t happen then oh well I can still be content” guy to me. A forever bachelor. So a qpr w him is a concept I rlly adore??? As someone who is Also questioning whether romance irl is For Me there’s so much comfort in that 🥺

[pluviophile-imagines]

pluu I adore you (;—;) writing together in comfortable silence sounds like BLISS !!!!

Writing the day away together on a big couch in a sunny room 🥺 the ideal 🥰

[seiwas]

SELLL it is past midnight for me so HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY! we are all very lucky to have you and I do hope your day is full of love and warmth and all the things u could ever want ♡ॢ₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎

MONTYYYY omg 🥺 this is so sweet of you!!! WAAAAHHH thank you so much!!!! 🥹 i am so incredibly lucky to have you all 🥺 sharing all this love and warmth with you 🥺💖

[petrichorium]

aaaa I have agonised and decided touya and I will be attending as maleficent and her raven diaval 🖤🐦‍⬛ !!

monty i am BEYOND obsessed w this omg,,,,,,,,, the vibes r immaculate. the lace on the dress...... the mask........ that suit!! all victorian frills and ruffles!!!! chef's kiss welcome welcome

come attend petrichorium’s halloween ball 🎃

[rossithepixie]

!! hi rossi I just wanted to thank you sm for sharing some love with me over at aleks event 🥹🫶🏻 it was really wonderful to come back online to!!!! sending many hugs through the screen!

Of course! You definitely deserve the love. Your writing has carved out it’s own lil niche in my brain