#BUT ONE OF THESE DAYS I WANNA SEE U GETTING GOT

[brokenmenswhore]

i kept thinking how its not fair how remus is usually the one to take r virginity so i was wondering if u could write a poly!marauders with sirius taking their virginity ik u did a fic about this but i just wanna have my man sirius take their virginity for once! hope u do it u dont if u dont want to tho!!

actually had a lot more fun with this than i thought i would so thank youuuuu

ready | poly!marauders

pairing: poly!marauders (james, remus, & sirius) x fem!reader

warnings: smut (MDNI 18+)

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“I wanna talk about having sex.”

Sirius leaned back in his chair, running his hands across his thighs. Remus stayed leaning forward, elbows on his knees, and James ran his fingers through his hair, attention trained on you.

“Okay,” Remus sighed, “have you been thinking about it?”

You took a deep breath. “Yeah, and, I mean, I know that last week I said I wasn’t ready yet, but-“

“We didn’t pressure you, did we? We were just asking to check in and make sure you know your options, we didn’t mean-“

“You didn’t pressure me,” you cut Remus off, “I promise. I just-“ you sighed as the sentence died in your throat.

As you dipped your head, eyes trained on your fidgeting hands in your lap, the boys all exchanged looks. Sirius raised his eyebrows at James, who nodded toward Remus, signaling to Remus that he should say something. Remus, seated in the middle, turned his head to the right to look to Sirius, pushing the responsibility of breaking the silence back onto him.

“I saw-“ you could barely get the words out, and the boys’ attention focused back to you, “I saw something, and it helped me feel differently. It helped me realize that I want this.”

The boys all exchanged a quick look again.

“What did you see?” James asked.

Your cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson. You couldn’t look any of them in the eyes. You swallowed hard and dropped your gaze again, evidently nervous.

“Baby, I say this with love and as gently as I can: if you can’t talk to us about sex, there’s no way to be sure you’re ready to have it,” James said, his voice soft.

He was right.

Huffing out your nerves in a short, quick breath, you forced out, “I saw Sirius a few days ago,” deep breath deep breath deep breath, “touching himself.”

Sirius’s eyes widened, his arms crossed against his chest, his leg still shaking as his casually slouched form paid close attention to every breath you took. “Yeah? When?” he asked, nodding his head upward with each word, almost in challenge.

“A few days ago, I got my usual potions timeblock free, and I knew you had that time free too, so I came to the dorms to say hi, and- you were, you know.”

Sirius ran his fingers through his hair, his arms crossing on his chest as one hand rested in front of his mouth.

“So you saw Sirius masturbating,” Remus took over, “and that made you want to have sex? How?”

“Well, he was-“ deep breath, you can say it, “moaning my name.”

Sirius, only moving his leg up and down, otherwise stagnant, barely blinked as he stared at you, his eyes darkening with each passing moment. He could barely breathe.

“Baby, please connect the dots for us,” James pleaded.

“I thought I wasn’t ready,” you started, “but when I saw and heard you,” you said, gesturing to Sirius momentarily before refocusing on the whole trio, “it made me feel really… really… I don’t know, the same way I feel when you kiss me.”

Sirius nearly lept out of the chair, but this wasn’t about him. He could control himself, even if only momentarily.

James kept looking to Remus and Sirius, a silent plea that they keep you talking. James was about as awkward with conversation as you.

“You mean horny?” Remus asked like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“I guess?”

“Seeing Sirius masturbating made you so horny that you’re ready to lose your virginity?” Remus asked.

“Remus,” Sirius warned, fighting to keep his composure, but slowly losing.

“I mean, yeah. I think-“ you paused for a moment, “I think I wanted to do something, but I got nervous. So I just left. I wasn’t really sure how to tell you, since I had just said I wasn’t ready yet.”

“Define do something.”

Sirius wasn’t asking.

“What?”

Through gritted teeth, and a mouth still covered partially by his hand, he repeated, “define do something.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. You looked to Remus and James, who knew better than to disregard Sirius’s requests or intentions when he was this worked up.

Sirius’s dark eyes were transfixed on you, refusing to let up until you spoke.

“I don’t really know what to say,” you admitted.

“Did you want to touch him? Is that what you mean?” Remus asked.

“I guess. I think it made me want him to touch me. I don’t know if that makes sense.”

Sirius didn’t move, apart from the shaking leg.

“We know you’re a virgin, Y/N, but have you ever been touched?”

You thought you’d already had this conversation, but in hindsight, it had stopped the moment you said you hadn’t had sex, and weren’t ready yet. The boys never pried further, but always allowed you to go to them when you were ready for something. They didn’t know the true extent of your inexperience.

“No.”

Sirius jolted off of his chair and began to pace back and forth behind the other two boys.

“Sirius, relax,” James said.

Sirius just growled at him in return.

“Keep it together, this isn’t about you,” James continued.

“What does it look like I’m fucking trying to do?” Sirius snapped.

“Don’t you think we’re all fucking losing it right now? Damn,” Remus said, turning back to look at Sirius is annoyance.

Sirius paused his pacing to say, “At least I’m trying to walk it off, you’re just sitting there with your dick pressed up against your jeans like it’s gonna explode.”

“Guys, for fucks sake,” James ran his fingers through his hair.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, “please don’t be mad at me.”

“No, no, no, baby, we’re not mad,” James said, pulling you out of your own head, “you did nothing wrong. You know we’re idiots.”

“See? Look what you fucking did,” Remus shot at Sirius, gesturing toward you.

Sirius begrudgingly slumped back down into his chair. “Fuck off, she knows I could never be mad at her.” He then turned his attention to you and said, “sorry, babydoll.”

“Did I upset you?”

“No.”

“Then why are you acting upset?”

“Because it’s taking everything in me not to come over there and fuck you right now.”

“Oh.”

Oh.

“Baby, do you want to have sex?” James asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Do you want to have sex right now?” James continued.

“Does- is that okay with everyone?”

“Is that okay with everyone?” Sirius repeated, “fucking hell.”

“Would you keep your fucking innocence kink in check for at least the next 20 minutes?” Remus glared at Sirius.

“I’ll do my best mom.”

“Can I come over there?” James asked you, ignoring the boys’ bickering.

You nodded your head yes.

James approached your seated frame on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of you so that you were nearly eye level. “We’re gonna take such good care of you, angel.”

You leaned down slightly and captured James’s lips in a kiss, nothing you hadn’t done before.

Only this time, James wrapped his fingers through your hair to keep you in place as he stood, leaning over you until your back was against the mattress.

As the kiss heated up, James pressed his hips against yours, and you let out a small whimper. James pulled away from you, a smile growing on his face. “What, you like that?” he teased, grinding down harder on you.

You made another little noise, and James began to fully grind onto your hips, the friction of cloth between your bodies becoming an unbearably annoying barrier.

“You wanna be touched, huh?” James whispered into your ear, moving a hand between your bodies, “you ready?”

“Please,” you whispered back, the word for James and James alone, as he pulled your underwear and skirt down your legs.

Remus, from behind James, took them fully off of you and discarded them to the side.

James ran a finger slowly between your folds. “You’re already so wet, baby, shit,” he said, his voice almost more surprised than sensual.

“Sorry,” you said, your heart rate increasing and your breath shaky.

“Not a bad thing, honey,” he assured you, “usually means you like it.”

“It feels-“ you fought through the embarrassment, “really good.”

“Yeah? You want me to go faster? You want more?”

Remus sat beside you, watching the scene unfold as he stroked your hair for an added sense of comfort.

“Yes,” you said.

“Good girl,” James praised, circling your clit, and progressively moving his fingers quicker and quicker.

“Fuck,” you moaned at the sudden sensation.

Sirius remained seated, his elbows resting on his knees as he leaned forward, silently watching you come undone.

Remus leaned down and kissed you, swallowing your whines and whimpers as James slowly lifted himself off of you, sinking back down to the floor and throwing your legs over his shoulders.

You squealed and pulled away from Remus, looking between your legs. “What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna taste you, hun, that okay?”

“I mean, sure, but what does that mean-“

You went silent immediately when James ran his tongue between your folds, collecting your wetness and sucking on your clit, causing you to throw your head back.

You squirmed nonstop underneath his tongue, the sensation new and overwhelming.

“Easy,” Remus said, partially to you and partially to James, reminding him to go slow since you’d never done this before.

“Sorry baby,” James said, “you just taste so good.”

With James between your legs, looking down your body gave you a clear view of not only him, but of Sirius, who was seated directly behind him.

When you saw Sirius, you couldn’t look away. The way he was looking at you was something you’d never seen or experienced. All three of the boys looked at you in different ways, but you’d never seen Sirius with this look in his eyes.

You couldn’t help but maintain eye contact as you moaned and gasped, James’s expert tongue knowing exactly how to work you up. You decided he had his reputation for a reason.

Watching you come undone with James between your legs, and your eyes locked on his, Sirius shifted in his chair, refusing to give up control but becoming very, very close to losing it.

You threw your head back when James hit a particularly sweet spot with his tongue, and your sight landed back to Remus next to you.

You grabbed at his hair, a smile on his face as you needily pulled him down into a kiss.

“You want James to prep you?” Remus asked.

“Mhm,” you moaned.

You weren’t entirely sure what he meant, but you knew you should say yes to any preparation for what would inevitably be a painful virginity loss.

James kept his mouth on you, but very slowly slid one finger into you.

Your eyes widened at the sudden intrusion, and Remus pulled away, his face still close to yours. He gently gripped your chin in his hands, keeping you in place to look at him.

James began to move his finger in and out, curling the digit every once in a while to add to the pleasure.

You could barely breathe. You just laid there, gazing up at Remus, helplessly squirming your hips, to either stop the pleasure or add to it, you didn’t know.

“Fucking hell,” you moaned.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Remus cooed, “does that feel good?”

“More,” was all you could get out.

Remus nodded to James, who clocked it, and added another finger into you.

Your chest was rising and falling rapidly, three pairs of eyes on you. James’s glasses were lightly fogging up as he tasted you, his eyes peering up at you through the still-clear zones of glass, focusing completely on how you reacted to each movement of his hand and his mouth.

James, ever the awkward, goofy, muscular idiot, loved knowing that he was the one making you writhe. He griped your thighs as they instinctively closed around his head, but not to stop them, only to hold you close enough to him that you didn’t squirm away. James would happily let your legs crush him.

He began to scissor his fingers inside of you, and you let out the filthiest moan yet, your back arching as you ground yourself against James.

Remus leaned down to unbutton your blouse. You decided not to wear a bra today, despite it bothering your back, because you had hoped you would end up here. Remus attached his mouth to one of your nipples, a hand squeezing the unattended breast, adding to your pleasure.

“Shit, shit, please,” you whimpered.

“James, get up,” Sirius said, the first words since the sex started.

James turned around, his fingers still inside of you, “what?”

“She’s never had sex, coming twice is gonna be too much for her right off the bat. Get up.”

James knew Sirius was right, and he reluctantly pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you feeling empty as James stood up.

Remus didn’t move, but instead kissed you to help ease the sudden stopping.

“Who do you want, baby?” Remus asked, his hand on the side of your face.

You swallowed your nerves, suddenly worried that naming one of the boys would hurt the others. However, given the situation, there was really only one answer.

You looked down to Sirius, and when you caught his eyes, he immediately stood up and walked toward the bed, positioning himself over you with his knees between your legs.

“You want me?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“You remember seeing me touching myself and moaning your name?”

“Yes.”

“I was imagining this,” he said, slowly running his cock between your folds. You didn’t know when he stripped his clothes off, but there he was, naked above you.

You didn’t notice James and Remus strip either.

You let out a breathy moan at the feeling of Sirius rubbing himself against you.

Sirius leaned down to kiss your neck, holding his cock against you as he bucked his hips. “I was thinking about how fucking pretty you’d look and sound underneath me, and how fucking good you’d feel around me.”

“Sirius, please-“

“Sh, baby, I got you,” he said, “I’m gonna treat you so fucking good, baby, you’re gonna come so fucking hard.”

You whined as Sirius continued to kiss your neck, his cock lubricated from all of your wetness.

“Need you,” you said, so quiet he nearly didn’t hear it.

“Yeah? You need me?” he taunted, lining himself up with your entrance.

You reached around to find either Remus or James’s hand, but instead found James’s cock. You gripped it anyway, looking to pleasure him, but he pulled your wrist away.

“This is about you, angel, relax,” James said, “Rem and I can take care of each other.”

You nodded your head in understanding, and focused back on Sirius.

Looking up at him, you couldn’t help but admire his beauty. You reached up and tucked a piece of fallen hair behind his ear. That seemed to break him, as his intense demeanor completely folded as he gave you the sweetest smile you’d ever seen. He could have cried right then and there, the gesture was so sweet and intimate.

Sirius leaned down and kissed you softly as he pushed his tip into you. Your body tensed up, and you gasped in your throat.

“Sh,” Sirius told you, pulling away and looking intensely into your eyes, pushing himself into you at a torturously slow pace until he bottomed out inside of you.

“Fuck, you’re big,” you said, not to be seductive, but out of the feeling of how-the-fuck-did-you-fit-that-in-me-and-why-didn’t-you-warn-me.

Sirius dropped his head. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“I’m sor-“

Sirius kissed you briefly to silence you. “It’s a good thing. Relax, baby.”

Your eyebrows were furrowed and Sirius watched you closely, waiting until your muscles relaxed and your breathing calmed before he began to move.

Your moans were much louder than you thought they would be, considering how slowly he was fucking you. Sirius slammed a fist down into the sheets next to your head, fighting with himself to go easy on you.

Remus, who was being sucked off by James, placed a supportive hand on Sirius’s back. “Hold it together, Pads, you got it.”

Anyone who looked at Sirius, even anyone who didn’t know him, could take one look at Sirius and know he was holding back. You felt bad, but you needed it, especially when it felt like your entire lower body was bursting into flames.

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, and you focused on your breathing. You fought opening your mouth to tell Sirius to stop.

“Sirius, she’s hurting,” Remus warned.

You shook your head no. “Don’t stop, please, it’ll only make it last longer,” you cried.

“Oh, bunny, you shouldn’t feel like-“

“The pain’ll go away, just please,” you choked, “I gotta get there.”

Sirius understood. He leaned down and licked a tear off of your cheek, straining even more to be gentle and move slowly.

“Breathe,” Sirius reminded you, “are you okay?”

“Just burns,” you said, voice strained as you tried to keep your tears at bay.

“I know, I know,” he said kissing you to help distract you.

As he continued his steady pace, the burning began to subside, and quickly turned to pleasure. As it did, you moaned into the kiss, and Sirius pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Can you- fuck- can you please go faster?” you whined.

“You sure?” Sirius spoke through gritted teeth.

“Please, Siri.”

The nickname was enough for him. He began to move quicker, his head falling into the crook of your neck as one hand gripped your shoulder, partially holding himself up and partially holding you in place.

“Fuck,” Sirius moaned.

Your moans got higher as Sirius picked up the pace, and you grabbed at his back. You didn’t know what you needed, you just needed more.

“What’s up, baby?” Sirius said as you heard Remus groan, his cum squirting down James’s throat.

“More,” you whispered.

“You want more?”

“More,” you repeated.

Sirius shifted his knees, pushing your legs up higher and hitting deeper inside of you.

You nearly screamed, and Sirius wrapped an arm around your head, helping push you against him as he thrust up into you.

“Siri-“

“Fuck, you sound so pretty,” he praised.

You tilted your head to see James touching himself sat beside you, and you grabbed for his face, kissing him when he leaned down toward you.

You combed your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

When James pulled away, he turned to Sirius, and Sirius lifted his head, hungrily kissing James as he thrust up into you, your body jolting with each hit.

Watching Sirius and James make out as Sirius fucked you, and as James fucked his fist even harder as they kissed, made you wetter and wetter.

James was decently big, but his hands were so fucking large that it didn’t take much movement to cover the length of his cock. You watched his arm muscles contract as his hand moved faster and faster. You didn’t even notice him come, or that the kissing stopped.

“Somethin’ catch your attention?” Sirius teased.

James smirked and kissed you one more time before getting up to clean himself up.

You squeezed Sirius’s cock involuntarily, approaching your climax quicker than you anticipated that you would.

“Shit, baby, you’re squeezing me so fucking tight,” Sirius moaned.

“More,” is still all you could say.

“Fuck, you still want more? Tell me what you want,” Sirius said, his eyes locked on yours.

You whined, “I want- shit- I want you to fuck me like I’m not a virgin.”

“Bloody fucking hell,” you heard Remus say from somewhere in the room.

Sirius dropped his head, still restraining himself as he tried to collect his thoughts. “Baby, I’ll never forgive myself if I hurt you.”

“Please don’t hold back, Siri. I want you,” you said, desperate to feel any semblance of what it’s really like to fuck him.

Sirius searched your eyes for any doubt or regret, but he found none. He tilted his head and said, “okay then.”

Sirius grabbed your thighs and hooked his arms beneath them, pushing them upwards until you were nearly folded in half. You weren’t super flexible, but Sirius was strong. Despite your protestations, he wouldn’t fully let loose with you. Not right now. You had time.

Your legs rested on Sirius’s chest and shoulders, and as he leaned down to kiss you, he began to buck his hips again. The new angle had you moaning desperately into the kiss, his cock hitting deeper and deeper with every vicious thrust of his hips.

You held onto his hair as you kissed him harder, using him to swallow your uncontrollable moans.

Grunting and breathing heavy, Sirius kissed down your jaw and stopped at your neck, sucking at a sweet spot.

You moved your hand to cover your mouth, and James grabbed your wrist, gently moving it away and holding your hand. “Let us hear you, hun.”

You couldn’t protest or agree; all you could do was lay there, writhing, moaning, and swirling your hips to give yourself even more friction. With your movements and the new angle, your core ground against Sirius with each thrust, causing your back to arch and your head to push into the pillow.

Sirius noticed.

He placed a sweet kiss on your cheek as his hand slid around one of your thighs to your core, and he began to rub somewhat gentle circles onto your clit as he breathed you in.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chanted.

You could feel your walls squeezing Sirius, and he growled animalistic-ally in your ear at the feeling.

“Shit, baby, you gonna come?” he asked through shaky breaths.

“I think,” you said. Sure, you’d made yourself come, but you’d never come from penetration before.

“You don’t know?” Remus asked, watching you intensely.

“I- fuck, fuck, Siri- I think I’m gonna c- shit, gonna come,” you gasped out.

Sirius pounded into you harder, gripping your waist to keep you positioned slightly upward as he pulled you onto him to meet his harsh thrusts.

You squeezed James’s hand desperately as you came, your eyes also squeezing shut as your body slowly relaxed back down to the mattress.

Sirius stilled his hips, despite being close to his own high, and allowed you to catch your breath before he pulled out of you.

Remus quickly sunk to his knees on the floor next to the bed, and Sirius turned toward him, heavy breathing as he stood and tilted his head back, his fingers running through his sweat-slicked hair as he came down Remus’s throat. The sight was so pretty.

Remus rose from the ground and lightly kissed Sirius, moments before Sirius collapsed next to you in the bed.

James was already on you, scooping your frame up into his arms. You protested, thinking he couldn’t hold all of your weight, but James was ridiculously strong, somehow lifting someone your size effortlessly.

“Let’s clean you up, eh?” James asked.

You just rested your head against his shoulder, and James kissed the top of your head before walking you toward the bathroom.

Once you were out of earshot, Sirius turned to Remus, smirking as cocky as ever, “I hope you guys always remember that that was because I’m just too hot to resist.”

Remus shoved him playfully, and Sirius smiled, flopping his back onto the bed.

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Greetings!! I saw ur status that ur taking requests? Sooo may I please request nerd!armin 🙏🏻🙏🏻 I'm up for anything even if it's sfw or nsfw tbh I just wanna read something u wrote.<3 I don't really know how to ask for a request cuzz this is my first time.

Thank you ♡

You got it! I can most certainly do that! Thanks for the request ❤️❤️🫶

Nerd!Armin HCs (sfw/nsfw)

Includes: nerd!Armin x Fem!reader

Warnings: sub!armin, panty stealing, vocal sex, oral, fem!bodied reader, perv armin, sexting, smut, subtle manipulation, jealousy, breeding kink, subtle mommy kink, use of ma’am and other titles

Nerd!Armin, my love, my favorite loser 😔🫶 Eren’s childhood best friend and newest addition to your friend group. He is shy and sweet, with his lil graphic tees and flannel shirts, thick glasses low on the bridge of that perfect button nose

He looks at you like you’re the most angelic being he’s ever laid eyes on, you look at him like he’s the cutest little dork you’ve ever seen. He doesn’t know that though.

You caught on pretty quickly. He catches sight of you when he walks in and panics, fluffing his hair, checking his reflection in his phone camera, getting himself in order just to get nervous and quiet every time you say something to him.

The first time you talk it’s about a shirt he’s wearing, his favorite Anime, and crazy coincidence-you happen to have seen it. He doesn’t think you could get any more perfect.

Armin walks away from that conversation all giggly and star struck, and that’s when his two best friends realize what’s going on. They devise a plan to hook you two up and, surprise! It works!

Mikasa is happy that Armin is happy, Eren is happy that his best friend is no longer a virgin, it’s a win for everyone!

When the two of you hang out, it’s usually at home. Armin prefers your house over his, your bed is more comfortable, your tv is bigger and your snacks are better, or so he says.

Really, he’s just not prepared to have to explain thousands of dollars worth of figurines and posters and other strange paraphernalia. He wishes you could see his PC set up though, because he really likes yours.

Most of the time, date nights involve gaming and movies and anime. Occasionally you’ll go grab dinner or walk around the mall together. Armin spends ungodly amounts of money on limited edition things and you scold him for being an irresponsible spender.

Mans is way smarter than all of us though, so he knows how to budget and cut unnecessary costs to afford all the other unnecessary costs

He likes discussing video game lore, and gets extremely passionate about it. Loves conspiracy and discussing hidden meanings and implications in movies and shows and music

Like I have said in some of my other Armin hcs, he LOVES pda, in part because he just always wants to be touching you, and also because he likes having you on his arm. He never imagined he’d be with someone like you, let alone anyone at all, so he gets cocky about it.

Armin gets jealous at the drop of a hat and he’s dramatic asf. If you talk to the pizza delivery guy for too long he’ll pout and whine that you must find him more attractive.

He loves wearing your clothes, sharing clothes, etc. if you have oversized t shirts he will wear the fuck out of them, and they will go missing.

Reeeeally likes to make out, like it’s ridiculous. He’ll take hours out of his day just to lay there with you and kiss you lazily, sloppily, licking into your mouth and sucking on your lower lip and tongue.

Which brings me to nsfw 😍🌶️

This man is LOUDDD

Like obnoxiously loud

He whines and whimpers and moans, you cannot have sex with him when there are people around unless you wanna have to hear complaints about it later

Steals both T shirts AND panties, one to wear, the other to jerk off with

You know, and he knows you know. Eventually you’ll just start giving them to him willingly so he stops taking your good ones.

He loves eating 🐱 more than he loves getting head. He thinks about it constantly, remembering your smell, your taste, the way you squirm. Begs you to sit on his face every time you fuck.

Armin is insatiable. His sex drive is higher than anyone you’ve ever met, and you’ll go at it a few times just in one night.

Pretttyyyyy bedroom eyes. They get so lust blown and hazy, half lidded and his lashes are so long and delicate.

He doesn’t like to be on top because his arms and legs give out easily when it feels really good. He’s so sensitive it makes his body weak and trembly.

If he is ever on top he just lays down on you, grinding his dick into you slow and deep. Drools on your chest.

He says he doesn’t care, but he’s a total boob guy. He could bury his face in your tits and suffocate willingly and with pleasure.

When he cums, it gets all over the place. His brain floats off somewhere during sex and he doesn’t pay attention. Messy guy.

Lowkey has a breeding kink, and whines that he wants to make a baby. Afterwards he’s like “nah it was just heat of the moment….unless you want to 👀

Mommy kink, but he’s embarrassed about it, so he’ll only let it slip if you initiate that one. Calls you ma’am instead and it sounds adorable coming from him.

Big into humiliation, and he will cry when you’re mean to him but he always cums so much harder when you get him like that.

He lives for sexting, he gets really detailed and dirty behind the screen but all shy about it in person when you talk about the things he said.

Send you videos of him jerking off if you want him to, and he wants you to want him to so he’ll try and subtly get you to ask for them.

Total desperate submissive loser honestly, and it’s super cute! 🫶

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ugh that ex husband gojo fic HURT but i loved it sm,, do u think u can write ex husband gojo AGAIN but even after the divorce he's still so in love w/ u? thank uuu!!

the ex husband gojo in question ✧

→ f!reader, angst... mostly angst

sure, gojo took it well, but at the beginning, he was a mess.

it was fleeting at first—you two had only been married for five years before it all got too much. but five years in the grand scheme of things was a long time. he was your twenties personified—a walking shell of your old self—but he was just too distant.

your marriage wasn't a marriage. there was no partnership, gojo is married to a job he can't even tell you about.

so those first few weeks without you were hell. you're the one who finally did it in after moving out, sending him a classified bundle of papers to his address at jujutsu high. then, you hit no contact. you left him in the dust.

must be nice, pretending like he never existed. gojo died that night, standing alone in the manufactured shell of your love.

that big-ass apartment in the city he doesn't even live in—he leased it for you—your love that you could decorate to the sound of his voice. right now, it's an expensive thorn in his pocket.

and he's only here because half of his wardrobe is here. It's sad how bad he is at doing his own laundry. it's the first time he needs to be on top of it in over ten years. luckily for him, clothes you laundered just before you left him sat untouched in the expansive walk-in closet. some of those shirts will be a good buffer until he finds a good laundry service.

yeah... that's his reason for being back at this apartment, key sliding through the gold-plated doorknob. it's locked, just like he left it a few days ago. if he were counting on his fingers, it's been exactly ten days since you left him.

and only his second time being back.

so when he walks into the door, footsteps light as he shuts it, he's shocked silent when he sees you.

you're in the kitchen, back turned, packing a reusable bag of cooking tools. the first thing he notices... your face. you're so beautiful. even just your side profile shines in the low light. his unshakable form quakes when you look up at him. his gaze softens. you're the same as you always were.

"hi, stranger."

"i'm just here to grab some dishes. i'll be out in a few." you're emotionless and quiet as you pack your bag. some of the things in here are your favorite—it's been hard to cook without them, but you just couldn't come back yet. gojo's schedule is too all over the place, the wound is still fresh.

"take your time. i've been meaning to talk to you." he's talking to you the only way he knows how: soft and loving, dripping sweetly because his heart still sees you as his wife.

you're trying everything to ignore him, not to listen to the words that you know will sway you. this divorce was not easy. you're trying to relearn your life without your external heart—the heart standing at the doorway with a relieved smile on his face. all he had to do was call you by your old name, paint you in lovelicked daydreams backed by the sweet sound of his laugh. it's what made you fall in love. he covers up so much of himself with the humor, that you reveled in the time it took you to peel it all away.

but he's peeled, now. waiting to be devoured like a piece of oddly-shaped fruit.

"don't really wanna talk..." you're murmuring, not wanting him to hear you. you don't want to make him laugh—can't bear the weight of it anymore. "sign those papers when you get a chance, yeah?"

gojo watches you hoist your bags over your shoulder, the way they catch your blouse under the arm. he can't help but smile, I mean... you're right in front of him. "sign what papers? i'm not signing any papers, you're a gojo. always will be—never gonna change."

"you're bitter."

"so i'm gonna wait for this to pass... this, whatever it is for you," he's waving at you, noting the small embarrassed scowl on your face. "a call for help, maybe? a desperate plea for more attention? i understand, it's okay." he's so sure of himself that it makes you sick, but he won't come closer to you. won't even take a step. "you can just move back in, we'll fix it together. that's all we can do."

"i don't deserve to hang on your string for weeks, barely any contact. not when you agreed to be my husband." suddenly sure of yourself and your crafty ability to turn him down, you're pummeling for the door. "you make promises you can't keep, satoru. i don't want an absent marriage."

"you not wanting to be married to me is fine—we don't have to be married, just wait." now, he's pleading. palms held together at his chest as he watches you reach for the knob. you're angry, he sees that, but he knows you. "i love you so much, please don't go."

"no matter what you think, this isn't easy for me."

"you want the apartment? you can have it. the diamonds I bought are all yours."

"i just want you."

"here i am! come get me, i'm here in the flesh." you can feel yourself starting to cry as he finally walks up to you, vaguely reaching for your hand. his eyes are sad, yet passionate against some form of the word. it's a familiar look on him, as hard as that is to sit with...

"come get me," he whispers as his final plea, voice so distinctly low between the heavy wood door.

you're left speechless for a second, shaking away the tears that start sliding down your face. he makes contact against the door handle and it frightens you.

"i've made my choice."

that's what you leave him with, tearfully and starkly indifferent to his suffering. the knob turns, he backs away, and you bolt out of that door like the room is on fire.

and when you're alone in that hallway, face-to-face with the elevator, you cry. because, of course you do.

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love bites- dabi (t. todoroki)

4.6k words; crossposted to ao3

aka- five times dabi got off on blood, and one time he didn't.

cw: not beta read, apologies :,) ** afab reader, language, blood, s&m (mostly masochism), graphic depictions of wounds/violence, blood kink, gross stuff, menstruation/period sex, angst, hurt/comfort, awful medical practices lol, slight trigger warning for the last one im sorry.

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~ inspo from this post ! and my previous insatiable dabi post :) ~

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one: staples

"does that hurt?"

"it's fine, sweetheart, just a scratch." dabi wipes the blood from his chin as it trickles from the seam near his mouth. he looks at the blood staining his thumb with a disinterested shrug before dragging his tongue against it. he cracks a half-smile as you stare at him, eyes with concern. he brushes his long fingers against his seam again, finding the loose staple and yanking it from his skin with a small snap, causing you to flinch with a churning stomach.

"ack, fuck, warning next time please" you exclaim as you turn your back, feeling a bit squeamish from the visceral act.

his response is a tight laugh, and you turn back as he flicks the staple onto the floor. it lands with a soft "tink" near the door, you can still see the metal shine against the dingy wood of the bar.

his face drips blood steadily, leaving soft drops on his worn jeans. it creates the smallest little wet spot on his thigh, the color barely visible with the flickering bulb above you. he wipes his face again with a "tch", and stands up slowly, kicking the stool behind him.

"where are you going?" you follow behind him, and he turns into the bathroom and smacks his hand against the switch to turn the light on. he hums along with the old fluorescent as he rifles through the medicine cabinet, grabbing iodine and his stapler with an irritated huff as he shoves a new strip into the little gun. he sits on the toilet seat and nods to you, "gimme that". you grab the little bottle and open it, hissing under your breath as if this was hurting you more than him. it might've, actually, considering his reaction was nothing more than slightly inconvenienced.

the little dropper floods the nauseating orange liquid into his separated skin, and he breathily chuckles at your furrowed brows and grimacing mouth. he stands up, taking the bottle from you curtly as he examines the rest of the staples in the mirror.

"fuck, they're all fucked up," he drags his finger against the next two staples, moving them around. "see how they're loose?" he explains, looking at you in the mirror, "they gotta come out or they'll get infected too. like having too big of a piercing in a healed hole, more room for bacteria 'nd shit". he's actually really patient about explaining all of this to you, considering his typical short-nature and "ill do it myself" attitude.

you frown with uneasiness as he grabs the clamp from the cabinet and hands them to you. "you wanna do it for me this time?"

its not every day your boyfriend offers you to rip his face open, but it is sometimes. and it still never, ever gets easier. in a way, it's sweet. in a really off-putting, creepy, masochistic way. you've watched him fix them before, but you've never done it yourself. you take the clamp and he sits back down, placing a warm hand on your waist as you grab his face.

your own blood wasn't an issue. hell, most blood wasn't an issue. but this?

pressing the clamp against the first staple, you shake and squeeze your lips together. he reaches and steadies your hand with his own, laughing to himself. "easy now, don't fuck up or i'll lose this nice smile".

"yeah, like that's so reassuring. shut up and let me try". you take a deep breath, and with a quick grip, the staple bends and you're able to slide it out. the skin opens a bit more and your chest tightens, biting your tongue as you clamp the last one and snap it out quicker, trying to ignore the blood beginning to seep through the epidermis and into his cauterized scars. he doesn't even twitch at the sensation, and instead hands the iodine back to you.

"hey, not so bad. easy part's over" he exhales as you drop the antiseptic into the now-gushing hole in his cheek.

"don't make me staple your face, please" you laugh nervously as you wipe up the blood with a cotton pad, and he shrugs.

"get used to it, this happens a lot and you know it. consider it a sweet perk of dating a guy who really, really likes piercings."

"fuck you" you drag out the words as you pick up the stapler. you breathe in deeply as you press the small gun up to the loose skin.

"no, like i showed you, pinch the skin" he reminds you, and you groan again- this is the price you pay for fucking the hot emo.

"what a sick joke," you lightheartedly complain as you replay the many times you've watched him do this. pinch, press, snap.

as you clamp the first new piercing into his face, he lets out a soft hiss. you stop, but he shakes his head, "keep going".

the second staple leads him to grab onto your waist again, digging his fingers into your soft skin. "fuck" he whispers out, his eyes fluttering shut. looking down at him like this, you'd think he was getting the best head of his life.

the third staple reaps the most reward, as you clamp down for the last time, he moans out, his mouth falling slightly agape at the pinching sensation. you don't have time to put the stapler down as he pulls you into his lap, sinking his teeth into your bottom lip through a messy kiss.

"mmf, dabs, what the hell?" you ask through crazed kisses, and he tangles his fingers into your hair. "might just pull a few more out so you can patch me back up," he whispers hotly against your rising chest.

whatever had gotten into him that night was just the start of probably the best sex you'd ever have.

two: bar fight

"man, FUCK you," dabi spits at tomura's feet, he had gone too far. the rest of the league was silent now- and dabi's rising fury was palpable.

the two had gotten a little too drunk, a little too lippy with each other, and a little too excited about being drunk and lippy. it was a common occurrence as of late, what with the stress of the war on heroes just beginning to take flight, constantly being forced to hide, fight, and strategize. needless to say, the drinks were needed.

so when tomura said just the right thing at just the right time, dabi was quick to respond.

"fuck ME? fuck YOU, you two-toned, half-life, COD-zombie reject!"

it wasn't even the insult that got dabi to sink his fist into tomura's rosy cheek. it was the snickering from twice, sitting in the corner of the room.

tomura stumbles back a bit before recoiling and smashing his gloved fist into dabi's nose with a resounding cracking noise, sending the taller man back. he snaps back with a shake of his head, wiping the gushing blood from his face.

"boss or not, i'm gonna nuke your loser ass." dabi laughs before sprining himself onto tomura, the both of them falling to the floor in an array of punches and shouts.

this also wasn't an uncommon thing- they fought like brothers almost, complete with the awkward "making up" phase where one would nod to the other at the end and that'd be the best apology either could muster. but this fight was different, bloodier, more aggressive than normal. both were too shitfaced to even feel the pain, and neither of them were registering the damage they were inflicting. so you, tugging on twice's t-shirt, stood up and dragged the blond with you to break them up. twice, between panicking and cheering, managed to get a grip on tomura, yanking the spindly man off off dabi, who was laid out on the ground with a wide grin, blood staining his teeth and lips.

"cmon dabi," you pull him by his arms, stumbling a bit from his unsteadiness. you manage to drag him to your bedroom, kicking the door behind you before he collapses onto the bed, wiping his blood onto your duvet.

"oh fucks sake, i just washed those." you complain, holding a towel in your hands that you were gonna give to him. no need for that, i guess.

he returns your complaint with a hiccuping smile, a shit-eating grin that screams victory- you let him have it. though, honestly, no one really won.

"that little cumsock broke my nose" he says nasally as he pinches the bridge of his, yes, very crooked nose.

shaking you head, you pick the towel back up and hand it to him.

"bite this," you instruct, as you pinch his nose bridge. since the whole "stapling his face" incident, coupled with the various times you'd dealt with the rest of the league's wounds, sicknesses, etcetera, this was a breath in the wind for you. he bites into the fabric, giggling, and you count down. on one, you snap the bones back into place with a hilted inhale, and he moans gutturally through the towel. he gags on the thick material in his mouth and spits it out, and you take a clean corner to wipe up the blood.

"fuck me, come here" he says with a growl to his words as he yanks your shirt above your head. you could still smell and taste the blood on him, but as he mashes his lips on yours, it doesn't seem to matter anymore.

three: tattoo

"christ, you're digging into my skin" dabi sucks air in through his teeth. spinner curls his top lip in, his nostrils flaring as he takes his foot from the pedal of the machine.

"sorry," spinner dips the needle back into the ink cap while starting the machine back up. it's a shoddy little setup, found outside a parlor. there were originally no needles or ink, just the machine with the little case- it took months to scrounge up the money to finally buy ink and needles that weren't expired or deemed too unsafe by spinner to use for tattooing. for a few months, he'd been practicing on various citrus fruits and even himself, but the pigment of the ink wasn't right for his scales, and now he was on another search entirely.

other than that, spinner's artwork looked good. he had already tattooed jin a few times, here and there, with little scratchers on his forearms and ankles. but he needed more practice, and more canvases. tomura had agreed only on the condition that it was exactly what he designed- which was way out of spinner's league right now. some extravagant line work of tomura's well-loved family hands, complete with smoke shading. toga was told she would have to wait to turn 18, cause she wanted little chibi portraits of ochacko and izuku- not exactly a choice any of the league approved of. atsuhiro didn't want to "ruin his complexion" just yet. so many canvases, so little opportunity.

dabi, on the other hand- what bare skin he had left, he loved covering in ink. he already had a few self-given stick n' pokes, but when that machine came in, it was like heaven in metal form. dabi had decided, after night one, that there would be no more "normal" skin to deal with. bugs, symbols, words, you name it, and it had a place on his body. so when he asked shuichi to tattoo your initial on the left side of his chest, shuichi was elated.

the sting of the needle was nothing compared to the fire he felt burning for you.

he didn't tell you anything, so when you got back and dabi's laid out on the couch, shirtless, a shaky gecko hanging over him with a giant tattoo machine buzzing into your boyfriend's skin, safe to say you were at least curious. and when it was all said and done, and the raised skin beat with his heart, the initial of your name stood in a striking print.

"it's gonna bleed a bit, just don't bump it-" spinner starts, and dabi nods with a grin. "i know, lizard, ive got about a hundred already. looks good". his teeth shine, and much to spinner's chagrin, he nods and begins to clean, sparing dabi from the aftercare speech. the blood trickles down from the irritation, only about an inch down his chest. you reach forward, swiping it away with your thumb as he grins widely.

he reaches and pulls you forward, falling back onto the couch with you straddling him. he takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing each of your fingers and lapping the blood off your thumb gently. "you like it, baby?" he looks back down at the tattoo as it bleeds slowly, thanking spinner in that moment for having a nervous hand still.

he doesn't give you time to respond as his fingers coil into your hair, pressing warm lips to yours. "mm, mhm-" you nod through kisses, his tongue curling against yours. he grabs at your thighs, sliding his hands to your ass as he stands back up, carrying you down the hall.

he doesn't stop kissing you until your laid on his bed, the scent of cigarettes and his cologne puffing out of the mattress. through giggles and heavy breaths, he slips your shirt over your head and drags his tongue from your navel, to your chest, all the way to your jawline. he places himself between your legs, grinding into you with a shaky exhale.

he settles himself back onto his knees, reaching for the button of his jeans. as he undoes them, he palms at his cock through his clothes, all while watching you beneath him with full eyes.

the tattoo catches your eye again as you watch the little bead of blood again. you reach up and swipe at it again, placing your finger directly to your tongue as he watches. his breath hitches as he fights his jeans, yanking them down quickly to reveal himself, already throbbing and leaking.

you wrap a leg behind his back, pulling him into you to kiss him, his cock pressing against your belly. his kisses grow more sloppy and rough as he nips at your lips, getting off on the taste of his blood on them.

"you, you..." he bites your ear, tongue swirling just under the lobe against your neck, "beautiful," he grabs at your chest and thumbs at the hardened bud under your bra. "i love you, i love you," he mumbles as you pull your pants down, and he shoves them completely off and pulls your underwear to the side. "beautiful girl," he thrusts into his hand, rubbing at your clit with his tip. "that's why it's your name," he presses into you slowly, throwing his head back as you clench around him already. "no one else's—fuck". he bottoms out as he fills you completely, your body pulling him in.

you whimper as he begins thrusting in quick short movements. he pulls completely out, rubbing at your clit again with his tip, "need my pretty girls' cum all over me". he sucks on your collar as your head turns to the side, completely overtaken by the rushed heat coiling inside of you. he pulls your bra down, and bites down gently on your nipples as he continues to tease you. as you begin to tremble, he smiles euphorically, feeling your hips buck up. "c'mon, baby, cum for me" his voice rises a bit in desperation, and your eyes flutter closed as he brings you closer.

"dabi, 'm so close,"

he continues working his hand around his cock, making sure it doesn't lose contact with your overly-sensitive clit as you near break.

"i, fuck, dabi" you plead as your hands reach for him, nails dragging down his arm. he moans, a shiver coursing through him as you begin to whimper and whine.

as the tension finally snaps, and your body floods with the ripple of your orgasm, he shoves himself back into you without pause, completely filling you as your walls tighten around him, sending him over the edge. his cock sputters and the warmth coats inside of you as he throbs and twitches, the both of you shaking.

the next night, he found the tattoo of his first initial, a secret he shared with only you, on the inside of your wrist, freshly done by shuichi earlier that morning.

four: bite

"fuuuuck, yeah," dabi sucks in a breath through his teeth as you sink yours into his neck. "again, harder," he begs with his eyes rolled back.

"dabs, i dont want to hurt you-"

"i don't give a shit, you wanna bite me, babe? then make it mean somethin'".

the scarred man throws his head back with ecstasy, anticipating the pain. he coils warm fingers into your hair, holding your head close against him as he pumps slowly inside of you from below. the stretching pain has yet to subside, which is what led to the first bite. but now, dabi was insatiable- the sharp pinch of his skin between your canines had him twitching and moaning desperately into your hair.

you nip at him again, right against his jawline. his scars feel different against your tongue, but not at all bad, as you lick against his bone and taut, stapled skin.

he growls in your ear as you pull your mouth away from him, promptly yanking you into a rough kiss. he grabs at either side of your hips, nestling himself deeper inside of you now. between kisses, he pants, "i said, harder. you got softer".

you moan softly at his complaint, but shake your head with what little composure you had left. "m' teeth are sharp, dabi- hah- i don't wanna break skin,"

he licks against your earlobe and ruts into you again. "fucking do it then, break skin-" another thrust, increasing in force. "make me bleed. you wanna bite my staples, baby?" he offers to you with a curled, sadistic smile, "you wanna rip them out with your teeth?"

your lack of an answer isn't well-received, as he digs his nails into your thighs and grinds against your sopping core. your head feels so heavy, you have no choice to rest it on his shoulder as he gets faster.

as his speed increases, so does his breathing- and be begins to lose control inside of you, unable to pace himself against your already-sensitive walls.

he thrusts hard once, his hips jerking up with a snap. his tip shoves against your cervix, sending a shooting pain through your womb, up through your stomach. you shout with a squeak, and sink your teeth right above his clavicle, directly into his trapezius. you feel the pop of skin tearing in your mouth, blood flooding into your mouth. you had managed to get past scar tissue, leaving a couple of staples loose. he groans out loudly, and you feel his sticky seed as his fluttering moans match the tempo of his erratic ruts.

"fuck, fuck, oh my god, sweetheart, fuck, i can't stop," he borderline cries into your ear as you let the blood drip down your chin and into the back of your throat. you clench around him as he chokes out sobs, soaking his nearly-spent cock, whining out his name as you pull your mouth from him.

he grabs your face with a free hand as he keeps bouncing you, letting you ride out the euphoric feeling, and licks his blood from your mouth with a guttural moan.

"my fucking god, you're a freak," he sucks on your bottom lip before glancing to his shoulder. "you really fucked me up, baby". his words don't hurt, though- because you can feel him hardening inside of you again.

your face pales as you watch the blood drip down his arm, but he redirects your face to meet his.

"i'm fine. pain receptors are basically fried. it feels good," he kisses your nose gently as he holds you.

"do that again though, and i might make you have my babies".

five: cycle

his favorite week was here. you were clingier than usual, begging him to warm your abdomen with his hands, staying put through most of the night with his arms around you when you usually tossed and turned. you even had more of that bite he loved so much, that attitude that entranced him in the first place. and when you weren't basically on top of him, you were under him, as he fucked you slower than usual, softer.

he loved when you were on your period.

"let me fuck the pain away, baby," he coos in your ear as you step out of the shower with him, head spinning.

you let him take your hand, guiding you to his bed, where he had already neatly laid a towel down.

he picks you up and sets you down kindly, his wet hair dripping down his face. it was longer like this, the choppy layers set against his forehead. this was when he looked most beautiful, you thought, he seemed the most gentle this way.

he spreads your legs, tossing his towel to the floor. his cock slaps his tummy, with soft white curls trailing down to his shaft. his piercings glint in the dimmed streetlamps, the shitty blinds doing little to filter light.

he gets on his knees on the floor, positioning himself between your legs. he can smell the iron in your core, and his mouth waters at the mere idea.

you try to pull him away, face flushing with a deep red across your cheeks as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh. "no, you don't have to, i'm bleeding, that's not-"

he responds by pressing his tongue against your clit, sliding it in between your folds, until he can bury it inside of you. the tip of his nose brushes your clit, and your head falls back with an exasperated gasp. your fingers coil into his black hair, his tongue working slowly as it flits inside of you.

he moans against your heat from the the drops of blood on his tongue, swallowing thankfully as his licks get more rapid, his tongue sharpening to a point against your sensitive clit.

he eats like a starved dog, lapping up every bit of you he can with a shaky grin and weak breaths. he loses all self control, as he fists his neglected cock with a rough hand, pumping it wildly as he drinks you like wine.

every flick of his tongue drives you closer and closer, and he tastes the arousal coating his bloodied tongue with a panting moan.

your hand clenches in his hair, and he speeds up, grazing his teeth and sucking at the bundle of nerves until you spill out into his willing mouth. he moans against your skin again, vibrating your twitching core, as he paints his hand in a thick layer of pearly cum, soft "ah"s falling from his pretty lips.

he stands slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"still cramping, love?" he asks with a smirk, and you can't respond coherently, your legs shaking like a cheap massage chair.

"tsk, tsk. i'll have to do more, hmm?" he lines himself up with your puffy lips and slips inside the warmth with a bloody grin.

six: rebirth

you hated when the league went out without you. although you had begged time and time again, touya would never let you leave. his excuse was that he needed someone to patch him up afterwards- but you knew it was more than that. he kept you safe, doing his best to not worry you too much.

tonight was different, though. you could feel it. when tomura disappeared for months, you could feel it, too. the league fell apart and came back together, patched up like quilts- nothing made sense, but it was still them. touya was still him, for the most part. but you knew it wouldn't last long.

the first sign was how much gentler he was with you. how slowly and passionately he'd kiss you, his usual hunger and brevity seemingly replaced with tenderness and prayer.

and sometimes late at night, when it was just you two awake, sprawled on a ratty mattress in the new hideout, he'd whisper everything he loved about you. he'd kiss your head, rub your back, and promise you that you would always be okay.

he came home later and later now, eyes sunken in and frame thinning out even more as the league in its entirety evolved. you'd catch him drinking and leaving a shot out for jin, and magne. you would wake up to find him crying, blood seeping from his scarred eyes in silence, placing an curse eternal on keigo, who had betrayed them all. his voice was angrier when he spoke with tomura. he was shorter with everyone but you.

everything was quieter, and you forced yourself to accept it with the knowledge that it would never be loud again.

touya came home as the sun began to rise, face stony and eyes a muted, pale blue. without a word, you follow him to the bathroom of the dingy base, med kit in hand.

he doesn't speak as you wipe the blood from his cheeks. he doesn't even hum as you re-align his skin and staple it.

he pulls his shirt from his skin, mouth pulled into a thin line as he has to tear it off his chest, the sticky, dried blood melding the material to his peeling skin.

"what happened?" you pour iodine over the wound, and he lolls his head back.

"don't worry about it". he keeps his words short, and you refill the medical stapler. you counted the missing ones- at least fourteen, leaving the underside of his chest separated, the subcutaneous layer showing boldly and viscerally. you peel the gloves back onto your hands as you hand him a towel to bite. he takes it slowly, but still makes no sound as you pinch the skin together.

you'd gotten used to nights like this one, too. nights where he'd go out without a whisper and return to you like a corpse, mutilated and broken. but he made not a single noise, not a grunt nor moan, as the last of the staples re-pierced his flesh with "cl-tck"s.

he presses a kiss to your lips slowly, and if feels like the end.

"i'm sorry", he whispers to you when its all said and done. "i'm sorry, and i love you. thank you for putting up with me all the time".

you brush his dirty hair out of his face and hold him close against you, blood staining the front of you, but you don't care. his warmth seeps under your cold skin and your eyes burn like his hands.

"how much longer do we have"? you choke out, your head tucked into his neck. he takes a slow breath.

"don't worry about that now. it's all good, baby. just us right now. nothing else. look at me," he keeps his breathing steady, and you do your best to maintain eye-contact through swollen, blurry blinks.

"no matter who i become, or what happens from here, i'll be yours," he taps his chest, the healed tattoo on his upper pec still dark and sharp. his lips curl softly, a weak attempt at genuineness. "i love you. i love you, and i didn't think i could love. i'll always love you, okay?"

the news stations the next day are littered with photos and clips of dabi, now touya to the whole world, his beautiful blue eyes burning bright with the same passion he looked at you with. and you wait for him to come home again, and every night after that.

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unsaid (part 3)

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note: hello again! thank you all so much for reading and reblogging and liking part one and two of unsaid – i'm so grateful for all the support! ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ i think we've got one more part left to gooo! lmk if you wanna be on the taglist and talk to me! let me know what other stories you might like to see!! hope you enjoyyy, luv u all :))

pairing: bsf!rafe x bsf!y/n

summary: rafe is noticing the distance and y/n can't explain herself

warnings: this is 18+. alcohol and drug use mentioned, anxiety attack.

Something was wrong. 

Usually, you’d jump at the opportunity to hang out with Rafe, but recently, it’s been different. He’s tried to shrug it off. However, it's been two days after the country club, and you’ve continued to decline every offer of his to hang out.

You’ve used the same lame excuse of being tired too many times to be a coincidence. You were so tired that you needed to go home and nap after the beach? After the country club? No, something was very wrong. 

Rafe knows why you’re being so distant. He’s a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them. Well, he actually might be, considering he was dumb enough to spill his guts out to you the night of Kelce’s party. He remembers it all crystal clear. Being by your side most of the night, playing pong, how that guy had tried to play a game with you and Rafe really didn’t want you to, so he wrapped his arm around your torso, thinking that maybe it would deter you from saying yes. You didn’t accept that guy’s offer, thank god, and stuck with Rafe instead. 

He remembers drinking too much, an attempt to escape the whirling thoughts in his brain every time he thought of you, or his family. He remembers losing you at some point, getting tangled up in a conversation with Topper about Sarah, and he remembers needing to leave, not wanting to hear about his sister anymore. He remembers walking out to the porch and sitting on the swing, looking out at the well-kept street and thinking of what his mind tended to default to when nothing distracted him. You. 

He just couldn’t stop thinking about you, and he hates it. He hates how you infiltrate every blank space in his head, taking over any rational thoughts he may have regarding your relationship as best friends and instead shifting them into a weird amalgamation of friendly appreciation and something else. 

Something he didn’t want to name, talk about, or acknowledge. 

But he did talk about it. And the part that makes him hate himself even more is that he talked about it to you. Told you some of the deepest feelings he’s held for you. Nothing too specific, but it was enough. Telling you that he needed you, that he could breathe when you were around—that was enough. Enough to send his mind spiraling into something he couldn’t control unless he completely avoided it, like most of his issues. 

So, he didn’t bring it up. What was he supposed to say? That he didn’t mean it? Because that wasn’t true. He did mean it. You were his saving grace, and you didn’t even know it until that night. He’s thankful he didn’t say anything else, because the way you reacted almost killed him. How you turned it into some sort of joke, then obviously felt bad and told him you needed him too. It was clear that you didn’t need him. If you did, you wouldn’t be avoiding him.

No one needs him. At best, he’s volatile, violent at times, and avoidant. At worst, he’s a fucking trainwreck. 

He’s honestly shocked he hasn’t pushed you away like everyone else until now. Sure, he has other friends, but he’s made it so no one could ever see him for what he truly is. A disaster waiting to happen. But you? You’ve stayed. 

Through his stubbornness, his breakdowns, his anxiety, you’ve stayed. He knew it was only a matter of time before he scared you away like he knew he would. You were just too good to be true. 

You pushed him without even using words to admit things he didn’t want to admit to himself, to open up about the pressures and borderline abuse from his father, or the fears he had about what his future may hold. 

Now, though, you were pulling away, and he didn’t know how to stop it. Kelce’s party was supposed to be a fun night where he forgot all of his problems and got to hold you a little too close through the guise of being drunk. Instead, he bared himself to you. 

I always need you. 

He almost threw up when he said that. And then he just kept going, deciding to tell you that you’re the only person he can breathe around. The way you smiled, like he hadn’t just laid himself out for you, just about killed him. The half-joke you made about never leaving, and when you held his hand to tell him you felt the same? He knew it was just an attempt to cushion the blow, to not hurt his feelings. 

He knew what this all meant. The thing he knew was true, no matter how much he tried to avoid it. He wasn’t someone that anyone needed. He wasn’t someone anyone could love. He was just some weird little pet project of yours to try and fix, and when you realized he had become dependent on you and that you couldn’t fix him, you were done. 

The thoughts he had spent so long trying to avoid, trying to push down, came surging towards him, and he couldn’t avoid them any longer. He loved you more than he should, and you would never feel the same way. 

———

Kelce’s throwing another party, and Rafe decided to go against his better judgment. Now, he’s stuck talking to Ruthie again about some stupid shit her parents did. 

“She almost took away my phone too!” Ruthie laughs, placing her arm on Rafe’s bicep.

He curls his lip and shrugs off her hand. “I gotta go…get another drink.” He grumbles, backing up. 

“Oh, I’ll come with you.” She offers, and he freezes. 

“No, it’s—I’ll catch you later.” 

Before she can say anything else or follow him, he’s walking away, his heart beating through his chest. He makes his way through the living room and through the front door, dropping his beer bottle on the grass as he hurries away from the house and onto the street. 

The world around him starts spinning, and he finds himself crouching behind a tree a few houses down, his hands running through his hair. 

He hates the way she touched him, like she wanted him. He felt sick. The only girl he wanted to touch him was you, and you weren’t there. He texted you about the party hours ago, and you didn’t answer. He knew you saw it, you never missed a text, but tonight you hadn’t responded. 

He takes a shaky breath, trying to calm his racing heart and shaking hands. His chest is tight as he closes his eyes. He hadn’t even finished the one beer he grabbed at the party. He was too sober. He wishes he hadn’t left the bag of coke under his mattress at home, needing something to help the anxiety coursing through his veins. It wouldn’t calm him down, but it would distract him. 

But he didn’t have it. He braces himself as he sits on the grass and brings his knees to his chest. He didn’t even like Ruthie; he never did. She was annoying and an attention seeker, but she briefly took his mind off you. He could listen to her talk about whatever the fuck, and imagine how easy it would be if he liked anyone else but you. But when she touched him? Something snapped. 

It made him feel guilty, like he was doing something wrong, even if all she did was touch his arm for less than five seconds. He takes another shaky breath and places his hand on his chest.  He rubs his kuckles over his ribs like it woud help. It doesn’t. 

He hears your voice in the back of his head telling him to just breathe, name the things he could see, hear, touch, smell, taste, but it doesn’t help. He can’t breathe. 

———

A loud knock on your front door almost makes you jump out of bed. Your heart races as you look at the time. It’s nearly midnight. For the first time, you’re suddenly not thankful your parents are out of town. 

Whoever’s at your door knocks again, and it’s aggressive. You stand out of your bed with shaky legs and grab the closest thing you can find for protection, a water glass on your bedside table, and you clench it in your hand as you make your way down the stairs slowly. 

Your mind races through all the worst possibilities. Someone trying to rob you, kill you, it all whirls in your anxiety-ridden mind as you approach the front door.

They knock again, three times, and it shakes the door. You hold your breath as you look through the peephole, and all the terrifying possibilities your mind has run through are now something you would rather face instead of what’s on the other side of the door. 

You loosen your grip on the glass and set it by the entryway table, swallowing as you unlock the door and open it. 

You meet his red-rimmed eyes as Rafe stands before you, jaw clenching. 

“Rafe?” you mumble, eyes wide in confusion. He was supposed to be at Kelce’s party, but instead, he’s standing outside your door, and he looks like he’s been…crying. 

He just looks at you for a second. He can tell you don’t want to see him, and his chest clenches again, and the anxiety he had managed to calm down enough to walk over to your house was now rushing back. 

He tries to take a deep breath, but it catches halfway on the inhale. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. 

Your eyes dart over him, the clenched fists by his side in an attempt to disguise his shaking hands, the way his throat bobs as he closes his mouth again, how his chest can barely rise. 

You swallow and open the door wider, grabbing his forearm and pulling him inside. You drop his arm and shut and lock the door behind you two as you stand in the entryway and look up at him. 

He’s having an anxiety attack. You’ve seen it a few times, usually when he’s done too much coke, or had an argument with his dad, and you assume it’s the prior. 

“How much did you take?” You ask.

His brows furrow as you guide him to sit on the couch and turn on a lamp as you sit next to him. He tries to speak, to tell you that he’s sober, but he can’t. He just shakes his head and relaxes his hands, bringing them to his head. You watch them tremble as he grips his hair in an attempt to hold onto something, anything. 

You purse your lips, grab his hands, and place them on your sternum. His breath hitches as the feeling and his eyes flutter closed for a moment.

“You need to breathe. Follow me, okay? In,” You take a deep breath in, and he opens his eyes, his gaze locking you in place. You manage to get back on track despite him staring you down. “And out.” 

He wishes he was surprised by how easily you were able to calm him down, but he wasn’t. He knows it’s because his confession wasn’t a metaphor. He could literally breathe with you around. He pulls his sweaty hands out of your grasp and presses his palms to his face, sighing. 

You pull your hands into your lap, confusion, concern, and a weird ache flowing through you. 

“What happened?’ You ask softly, knowing that he would shut down if you were too pushy. 

He laughs humorlessly, and your confusion grows. He pulls his hands off his face and looks at you. "What happened?" He repeats, mocking. “Really?”

You open your mouth to instinctively retort, but you bite your tongue. “I—yeah.” 

How were you supposed to know why he had freaked out? You weren’t at the party, you had barely even spoken to him the past week, why—

“Oh.” You whisper.

As realization washes over you, he shakes his head, scoffing. “Why have you been avoiding me?” He asks, his question to seemingly deter from your own, but an answer in itself. 

You shake your head. “I haven’t been—”

He cuts you off. “Yes, you have, don’t play dumb.” His words are harsh, matching the anger you feel coursing off of him. 

“I’m not playing anything,” You frown. “I’ve been tired and busy, Rafe. I can’t drop everything to hang out with you.” 

Your voice is gentle, but it’s almost worse than if you had yelled at him. He brings his hand up to his chest for a moment. He wonders if that’s it. If you’re just done with him now. 

“Okay.” He hangs his head, and your face twists. He didn’t even try to argue back, which made you even more concerned. 

You go to speak, but he’s already walking towards the door. 

“What—” You scramble off the couch to follow him. You turn on the hall light as you walk towards him. “Hey, wait, you can’t just come here like that and not explain anything.” 

His hand on the door handle tightens for a moment, and when he turns around, you’re floored. He’s crying. It’s silent, but tears are streaming down his cheeks, and he’s opening the door before you can even process what you’ve just seen. 

“Hey, Rafe!” You gather yourself just enough to start moving again, calling after him. “Rafe!” 

He pauses on your porch, and you see his back straighten out. “It’s fine. I’ll—I'll see you later.” His voice is broken, and he doesn’t bother turning around again. He takes another step, but you’re faster. 

“No,” You frown, and grab his wrist. “Hey—look at me.” 

He sniffles and turns around, pulling his hand back. 

“What—what’s wrong?” You’re on the verge of tears now. You’ve never seen Rafe this sad before, and it’s freaking you out. “Talk to me.”

“You!” He says loudly, then steps back and lowers his voice. “You’re what’s wrong with me. You’ve been avoiding me for days, and you—you won’t even be honest and tell me why." He’s desperate for you to bring up that night at the party, to just tell him that there’s no fixing him. At least then he’d have a solid answer. 

You run a hand over your neck as you swallow. “What do you want me to say?” Your voice is weak. Now is the time. Now is the time to tell him how you’ve been feeling, to let it all out. But you can’t. 

He looks at you, then his gaze drops to the porch. He shakes his head. “Nevermind.” He mumbles. 

He turns away from you and hurries down your porch steps as you call after him. “Hey! Hey!” You yell, running down the stairs and onto your driveway. He’s already across the street and practically speedwalking away from you, ignoring your calls, his head down and hands in his pockets. 

You wrap your arms around yourself as you watch him disappear into the night.

What the hell just happened?

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[kier-with-a-k]

RENEGADE - N. S.

Part 2 of one of your girls

A/N: AHHH!!! This is lowkey not my best! But yk I always try and I am improving I can feel it in my cheeks!

Warning: slight angst!

Nick's POV

"I tapped on your window on your darkest night

The shape of you was jagged and weak"

Weeks had past.

I haven't really been talking to Francis ever since... That night happened.

He's been messaging me every other day since then.

At first they were just memes, pictures of various cats and dogs that have tiny little texts on them. He'd add "omg so you" and a laughing emoji.

Then it escalates. Texts about how sorry he is, and he never meant on leading me on.

---

"And if you wanna, you can slide

And if it helps you sleep at night

You don't have to tell me why"

He hasn’t messaged again.

Maybe he finally got it. Maybe he finally felt the ache I’ve been swallowing for months.

Or maybe… he just forgot.

I stare at the string of our texts. All the blue bubbles from me that say too little, and all the gray ones from him that say too much—but never what I actually need.

I don’t delete them. I never do.

Even if every word feels like a bruise now.

---

I’m back at the lake. The real one this time.

It’s off-season, so no one’s here. Just the wind and the crunch of frostbitten grass beneath my boots.

I stand at the edge of the dock, the wood groaning under me like it remembers too.

I took that photo here.

Francis mid-air. Water exploding around him.

He laughed so hard that day. He said, “Bet you didn’t get it.”

I did. Of course I did.

I always captured him perfectly. It’s just... he never really saw me back.

I sit down. Pull my camera from my bag. I haven’t used it since… him.

But I raise it anyway, out of muscle memory more than anything else. I point it at the empty sky, the still lake, the place where he used to stand.

Click.

Silence.

Click.

And somehow, every photo feels lonelier than the last.

---

"So, you run, with your eyes closed

You run from the sun

And you don't know why"

Madi texts me again.

[Madi]: u okay?? haven’t heard from u since the shoot.

I don’t reply right away. I just stare at her message and think about how many people I’ve shut out while chasing a boy who never once reached for me in the light.

I type:

[me]: yeah. kinda.

[Madi]: i’m proud of u. even for saying kinda.

---

Francis shows up at my house that night.

No text. No warning. Just there, in the driveway, red hair under the glow of the porchlight.

I don’t open the door. I just look at him through the curtain.

He stares at the door like he’s willing it to open. Hands in his pockets. Jaw tight like he’s fighting the urge to knock.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he leaves something in the mailbox.

Then walks away.

I wait five minutes. Ten.

Then I go out and pull it out.

It’s the photo. The lake house one.

But on the back, he’s written:

> “I’m sorry I didn’t know how to love you back.”

That’s all it says.

No excuses. No late-night texts. No calls.

Just… that.

And for once, I think maybe that’s enough.

Not to fix it.

But to let it go.

---

One Month Later

---

I get into a photography program.

Madi screams when I tell her. My mom cries. Matt and Chris fist-bumps me and says, “Knew you’d do it.”

I take fewer photos of people now.

Fewer photos of boys who only come around when the lights are off.

I still think of him sometimes.

When I see something red.

When I hear someone laugh too hard.

But it doesn’t ache the same way anymore.

It’s softer now. Quieter.

Like a song you used to love, fading in the distance.

---

Francis’ POV

"Is it really your anxiety

That stops you from giving me everything?"

It’s been a month.

Thirty-two days, actually.

I’ve counted.

Worse than that—I’ve felt every one.

The first week, I kept thinking he’d text.

Second week, I kept almost texting him.

By the third, I stopped pretending I didn’t miss him.

And now? Now I’m just angry at myself for not knowing it sooner. For not being brave when it would’ve mattered.

---

I saw him through the window of that café by campus.

He was laughing. Really laughing.

Madi was across from him, waving a film roll in his face. He leaned back in his seat, eyes bright, face tilted toward the sun like he belonged there—like the world had finally let him breathe again.

I didn’t go in.

Just stood there, half-shadowed by the doorframe like a coward.

He didn’t see me.

But I saw everything.

I saw what he looks like when he’s not carrying my silence. When he’s not waiting for some midnight version of me to crawl into his bed and call it closeness.

And I realized something awful:

He was never the secret.

I was.

---

"I was just caught in the headlights

I was just feeding the flame

You were just second-hand heartbreak

You were just someone to blame"

I haven’t kissed anyone since. Haven’t even tried.

Sarah dumped me. Said I was somewhere else all the time. Said I looked like I was mourning something I couldn’t name.

She was right.

I told her I was sorry.

I didn’t say for what.

---

I still sleep with the photo beside my bed.

The one from the lake.

The one he took.

I don’t know why I keep it.

It feels like some kind of quiet punishment. A reminder of who I was before I knew what I was doing. Before I saw what he meant.

---

"Is it really your fault if you don't see what you're running from?"

I go back to the dock.

Not to recreate anything. Not to chase ghosts.

Just to be there.

I sit on the same wood where he must’ve sat. Camera probably balanced in his lap. Eyes set on nothing, but seeing everything. The way he always did.

I wish I could tell him I wasn’t lying when I said he mattered. I just didn’t know how to show it without setting my whole life on fire.

But maybe I should’ve let it burn.

Because what's left now?

Me.

The dock.

And a silence that’s all mine to carry.

---

The Message I Don’t Send:

> “I didn’t deserve the way you looked at me.

But I want you to know—I see it now.

I see you.

And I hope someone else does too. Someone braver than me.”

---

I delete it.

Because he doesn’t need my guilt.

He needs freedom.

And I think for once—

Loving him means not dragging him back into the dark I refused to leave.

---

A/N: TY FOR READING Y'ALL!!! if y'all enjoyed this please reblog it!!! TY for my sister @sturnsblogs for proofreading it!

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Deviders by the @bernardsbendystraws

[ducksido]

Can you do some twst characters with a Yuu that (non sexually) age regresses? like not to a baby type age, more of an older toddler to 1st grader age (whatever that is...) because that was normally the mental state i was in when i used to regress, for characters i would specifically like Kalim, ruggie, ortho, grim, and maybe a teacher!!! any other characters if you have ideas for them are welcome!! dont pressure urself to do more tho lolz :))

when i used to regress it was due to me being in bad moods or just feeling comfortable around a person enough to be able to let go for a bit, so for a scenario it could be just hanging out with the person if its more of a story type thing, if its more headcanons (which i dont mind!) you can come up with the scenario!! id love to see what you come up with :D

dont feel pressured to do this and its totally ok if u dont want to write this request!!! thanks for the fics and making my day more enjoyable <33 ☀️

(alright i'll attempt)

Kalim Al-Asim – “You can always be little with me!”

Kalim loves that you trust him enough to let your walls down. He’s sunshine on full blast when you start regressing around him—not because he’s clueless, but because he genuinely wants to give you a happy, safe space.

He’ll be like, “Oh! You feeling small today? That’s okay! Wanna color? I got so many markers!”

Breaks out his childhood coloring books from the palace. They’re fancy ones with gold-trimmed edges and sparkly stickers.

If you feel quiet and unsure, he’ll never push. He just scoots closer, hums a silly song, and lets you slowly inch into the moment.

His lap is always available. You’ll often end up snuggled under a light silk throw while he reads to you in an animated voice.

“This dragon sounds scary, but he’s actually just lonely! See? He’s like—‘rawr, give me a hug!!’”

He gets so into it, using puppets and plushies to act out stories. If you giggle, he looks like he just won a gold medal.

Comfort item: He’ll gift you a little plush elephant named “Tofu.” He says Tofu is brave and soft—just like you.

Ruggie Bucchi – “You can chill out here, yeah?”

At first, Ruggie’s a little surprised the first time you regress around him. But once he clocks that you’re not being silly—you’re being you, just a smaller you—he shifts immediately into Big Brother Mode™.

“Ah, so you’re feelin’ all small and soft today, huh? Aight. Come here, lemme tuck you under the blanket.”

He’s practical. If you’re regressing because you’re overstimmed or tired, he handles all the “adult” stuff without making a big deal out of it. “Don’t worry ‘bout cleanin’ up—go ahead and nap. I got it.”

He brings you rice crackers and juice in a cup with a silly straw. You get first dibs on the remote. Cartoons all day.

If anyone dares make fun of you? He shuts that down. “Hey. You laugh, you leave. Got it?”

He teases a little when you’re doing better—"Yuu, you drooled on the blanket again!"—but it’s always gentle and never mean.

Favorite moment: Watching your eyes light up when he teaches you how to fold a paper crane. He ends up making a whole flock with you.

Ortho Shroud – “I’ve read about this! Don’t worry—I’ll help!”

Ortho understands regression in a very literal sense, but that just means he’s very eager to learn how to support you. He stores everything you tell him in his memory banks for future reference.

“Okay! When Yuu is small, they like juice, warm socks, and picture books. Got it!”

He adjusts his voice modulation to sound softer and less robotic when you're regressed—he thinks it's less overwhelming.

Plays simple games with you, like stacking blocks or “spot the sparkly rock” treasure hunts around the garden.

He once programmed a mini-hologram show of your favorite story so you could see it like a stage play with sparkles and sound effects. “Tada! All done just for you!”

If you get sad or scared while regressed, he sits close and hums lullabies in perfect tune, projecting soft glowing lights like a starry ceiling.

Bonus: Idia sees you like this once and gets super flustered. “Wha—huh? You—you look like a tiny baby human—Ortho, help!!” Ortho just rolls his eyes and tucks a blanket over you.

Grim – “I guess I’ll let you nap on me... just this once.”

Grim acts like it’s a huge inconvenience when you regress, but the second you curl up and babble in that tiny, sleepy voice? His tail is thumping like crazy.

“Ugh, fine. Climb up here. You’re heavy—but I’m strong, so I guess it’s okay.”

He’s weirdly good at playing pretend. One time, you wanted to be a pirate and he brought you a pot lid as a shield and declared himself Captain Grimbeard.

Puts on a brave face for you. If you’re scared or anxious in your regressed state, he puffs up and hisses at your fears. “No nightmares on my watch!”

You sometimes cling to his fur when you’re deep in regression, and while he grumbles, he secretly preens about it. “Y’know... you’re lucky I like you, hench-human.”

Grim's love language: letting you rest on his stomach while he complains loudly about it, but won’t move for hours.

Professor Trein – “Childhood is not something to be ashamed of.”

Trein is gentle and deeply respectful when he realizes what your regression is. He doesn’t see it as immature—he sees it as vulnerable and human, something that deserves protection and compassion.

He’ll guide you through the library and pull down classic children’s books to read aloud. His voice is low and soothing like warm tea.

“Would you like to try reading this one aloud yourself? I’ll help with the big words.”

Lucius always seems to know when you're regressed and will curl up in your lap like you're the most precious thing in the world.

Professor Trein will brew calming tea (or warm milk if you prefer) and let you sit near the hearth with a thick blanket and your favorite book.

He has a drawer of old toys from his daughters—wooden puzzles, a soft cloth doll, worn but lovingly kept—and offers them to you without judgment.

Most comforting moment: “It is not foolish to need care,” he tells you one day, as you sit quietly by his desk. “In fact, recognizing it is a sign of wisdom.”

Bonus: Leona – “Tch. Alright, get over here.”

Will act annoyed but will let you nap curled against his side the entire afternoon. Plays with your hair lazily while you drift off.

“No one bothers ‘em. Got it?” is all he has to say to the rest of the dorm. And no one does.

His tail occasionally sways over your lap as a comfort rhythm. You fall asleep watching it move back and forth.

[fisheito]

@requiodile​ do not e ncourage me. i’m going to make evetyone bottom at least once

[eternadreeblissa]

I think I have a new fav design detail on Ava's face: the cupid's bow on her lips 🥹 her lips would look fuller, it makes me think of a heart, and she looks so much more beautiful like this 😔🙏

Hi yall, long time no see 🥹 Schools kickin my arse but that doesnt mean Ive stopped drawing! Recently, Solo-Leveling caught my attention and it's been downhill ever since O(-( and in the process, I dug around for Jinwoo x Reader and voila I found a goldmine of a treasure story called Trial Player! Reader x Sung Jinwoo, which is surprisingly, very Ava coded. LIKE. I'M TELLING YOU: THIS READER IS SO SO CLOSE AND SIMILAR TO HOW I ENVISIONED AVA I HAD TO DRAW READER AND HER SIDE BY SIDE. LIKE THEYRE SO SO SIMILAR DOWN TO THE MANNERS AND BEHAVIORS, TASTE OR TYPES OF DRESSES THEYD WEAR, TO EVEN THE WHOLE DOMAIN TEMPLE BIT (which honestly I took inspo from). The similarities and parallels were just

If yall love Sung Jinwoo or Solo-Leveling in general or maybe you actually love Ava as well I would SINCERELY recommend a read on it. Its just top notch, chefs kiss, has me kicking my feet twirlin my hair all giddy cutesy. (Please be warned tho it has future yandere and potenticially explicit scenes, some gore and all that jazz.)

Anyway author @mydearestbeloved and I immediately became swift friends over similar tastes :DDD I do apologize tho if Ava's hair takes up a bit more than half of the canvas?? I honestly did not mean it to go that wild but it was just so GORGEOUS im sorry im in love w my OC 🥹🙏bUT HEREEEE TAKE MY INTERPRETATION OF TP READER BASED ON UR POSTS AND LIL TIDBITS OF DESIGN CHOICES!! Pls note tho Reader can be however u want her to look, this is just how Ive always imagined her to look like.

[yuwuta]

If megumi asked uzhsjdhshd omg I totally see it tbh him wanting you, but I don't think megumi would ever ask yuuji to share you, in any type of way at all. (not trying to push my own hc here!!) I feel like yuuji himself would be the one asking megumi. Yuuji knows that he's yours just as much as he knows you're his. And he loves you too much, a lot, it's purest type of love he has ever felt for anyone. And megumi is his best friend, he loves him just as much, right? Yes, not the same love between you and him ofc but yes. And I have no idea what they were doing but yuuji's just says, kind of out of the blue, that he'd let megumi fuck you. The reason being exactly cause he knows you're his, and you're just so so good that he needs to have someone to talk to (about you and always so respectfully) and who better that his best friend?

you’re opening the pandora’s box that is itfs + reader…. god….. 

okok i agree. if you’re dating yuuji, megumi would never ask, yuuji would be the one to bring all three of you together. definitely because he loves you and you’re his, and he loves megumi too, so it just makes sense that his two favorite people also get to have each other—but also, yuuji can tell megumi likes you, and he can tell you think megumi is attractive and since yuuji’s so nice, what kinder thing to do than to set you two up so he can watch (: he definitely enjoys being the mediator, also enjoys the somewhat awkward air between you and megumi, how yeah, maybe it’s a little taboo that the two of you are about to make out while you’re boyfriend watches, but yuuji likes that too… also he likes knowing that you both like him. like how lucky is he that his best friend and his girlfriend adore him so much :(( you two together makes so much sense in his head, because he talks to megumi about you, and he talks to you about megumi, and now, he can just pour all his love for both of you out at the same time

but also…. i’d like to think that yuuji’s maybe not so nice when it’s the other way around—when he and megumi get together first, and you’re megumi’s best friend. he’s not mean, but he does like to tease... how naughty of megumi to ask out yuuji knowing he’s still got a crush on you, and god does yuuji like to tease him about it :/ jerks him off and taunts about how he knows megumi’s dirty little secret—that he’s in love with his best friend and fantasizes not just about having you, but about watching his own boyfriend fuck you too… 

yuuji knows megumi would take his feelings for you to the grave if he could (he’d have done the same with his feelings for yuuji if yuuji wasn’t the one to ask him out), but where’s the fun in that! you and megumi are sooo cute together after all, so yuuji doesn’t mind trying to get you two to confess to each other too. uses his proximity to megumi to get closer to you, takes advantage of his bubbly disposition to be physically affectionate with you, uses megumi’s feelings to his advantage to tease, to wink, to smirk whenever you and yuuji hug a little longer, when he texts megumi that he’s meeting up with you for lunch, when he gives you his jacket and doesn’t ask for it back… there’s so much fun in watching megumi blush and whine and get off at the thought of his best friend and his boyfriend together. and the thing is, yuuji genuinely does like you, too, he sees what megumi sees in you, and he thinks megumi is crazy to have not asked you out before, but he supposes everything happens for a reason, because now, this way, yuuji gets to be there and watch it all happen under his guidance. there’s something about the power, about being the bridge between you two even though you and megumi have known each other for much longer, about being in control of a dynamic that could have, but wouldn’t exist without him…

[baekhyunsbestie]

hello! i really like your fics 🥵

i just saw him in latex gloves and it made my mind go crazy.. like… imagine gynaecologist!Baekhyun, examining the reader with his slender fingers ahh it’d be pure heaven 😇

(sorry if it’s weird, i hate my mind too)

hahahaha thank u for loving my fics, babie! <3 :') omg YES the latex gloves and the doctor coat had me 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 wow i kinda need to write gynecologist!baekhyun asap

[cherriesforheaven]

I loved their love....

[seiwas]

may i ask.... you all to send me some of your fave fics so far this 2025!! 🥺🥹

[luckyashes-art]

Almost done w/ all the requests (literally just have 1 more) hrggrr...

Tho if I get any more I'll still do em but probably after a small break so I can draw other stuff 🫡

Still open for any kind of questions though, I will say!! I will also maybe just talk about silly stuffs like AU things of my own volition if I can think about it 💀

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

every time u reblog those paintings of coloured squares and rectangles I get so happy

“yay yippee” <- me

omg i’m SO glad u like them i love rothkos sm they make me so happy i’m so glad you like them too!!!

[spiceberrie]

did the math of my embarassing kpop past and i spent [redacted years] supporting the most purposefully boring men available like spitefully giving me nothing bec theyre sick in the head (aquarius men) like connor can lose every competition imaginable like not even a rock paper scissors win and i will still be seated for it ✋