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★ Comic dub !! credits below ★
★ Art: @unoriginal-and-dumb ★ ★ Pests voice: @ballercollective / my bf ★ ★ Poobs voice: Me [ sorry for the low quality btw ]
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#comic#dub#comic dub#regretavator#regretavator comic#regretavator dub#regretavator comic dub#regretavator poob#regretavator pest#poob regretavator#pest regretavator#poob#pest#i love my boyfriend <333
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Ok I’m getting the hang of drawing him
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He looks really cute rn <333
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DEVOID — YUKIMIYA KENYU
[NSFW] SYNOPSIS : you and yukimiya kenyu are fuck buddies. even the term friends stretches the relationship you two have... or so you think. it seems all this time spent together wasn't so devoid of feelings after all.
note: guys im going to be dead serious with you all right now this is 4k words of complete and utter FILTH this is like horrid. purely smut theres little to no plot... um... motivation to post this was from FINALLY getting the yuki bot to love me guys we all cheered in unison. YUKIBEL CANON!!!
wc ;; 4.2k
Yukimiya crashes his lips against yours with so much ferocity you wonder if this is truly the cool headed, kind pretty boy that everyone seems to fawn over. His glasses bump into your nose but you don't pay it any mind, and you can't help yourself. You kiss him back with just as much intensity, fire licking in your stonach and spreading down to the tips of your toes.
The way his tongue slips against yours—he almost feels experienced, with how easily he swallows the whines you let out and how simply he groans against your teeth. You don't like the thought of that, so you don't entertain it. All you want to think about is right here, in front if you—Kenyu Yukimiya, who's currently kissing you like it's his last time to do so.
The way he kisses—so firey hot and overwhelming, you knees buckle when his tough fingers find their home on your waist, blunt nails digging into your clothes and squeezing the fat around your hips.
His knee was placed right between your legs, from where you're pressed up against the cool, slightly dusty wall of the soccer storage room. He jerks his knee upwards with his tongue runs against the smoothness of your teeth, and your breath gets caught in your throat. Fuck.
He's criminally good, you deduced. His hands run along the side of your body—along your school shirt and skirt, hard and rough like he was waiting for his moment. The thought makes your heart race.
Your fingers thread through Yukimiya's brown locks and you tug, hard, when you need air. He groans hard, deep and sultry, against your lips, and pulls his tongue out of your god damn throat to pull your lips apart, ever so slightly. There's barely an inch of a gap between you two, but you still greedily gasp up all the air you can get, panting against his mouth like a damn mutt.
The sight of you-he thanks God that he brought his glasses with him, with such a wonderful sight—all red-faced and panting. Tell me, [name], who's the fool now? He smiles, wide, and he's sure you can feel the pull of his facial muscles with how close you're pressed together, as if leaving a gap between you both would kill you.
At this point, with his shorts straining against his hardening cock, he thinks it would kill him. You're burning hot, like a wildfire that he should not dare touch—but Yukimiya's always had a knack for going against the weak man's route out.
If he were a weaker man, perhaps with less self control, he'd have you crying on his dick already, babbling nonsense and clutching his shoulders like he was the only comfort you could find during these harsh woes. The thought does sound appealing to him—Yukimiya was never a liar—but he finds far more enjoyment in this process, rather than the result.
This process, the one that would lead to you begging for him—a warmth blooms in his chest—was one he was sure he'd enjoy, immensely.
"Yukki..." Your voice is light and airy, like you're already on the clouds—and you haven't even done anything yet. You're pathetic, desperate and needy, and Yukimiya loves every part of it. Feeling like, for once, he was in control-the brash, confident persona had disappeared, and all that was left in its place was a whiny girl who doesn't have the energy to get herself off. "Puh... Please..."
You don't even know what you're begging for—but with this unquenchable thirst bubbling in your throat, you know you want more.
"What?" He smiles-not his strained, clearly—pissed-off smile, but his model-worthy, drop dead gorgeous smile that is so rarely ever shown to you. From the way he's twinkling right now, teeth pearly white, it's so abundantly clear that he's enjoying this.
"T..." You swallow thickly, removing your nails from his scalp and grabbing onto his larger hands, pressing them right under your chest. "Touch me... please..."
Fuck. What a fucking asshole. He's getting hard from you asking this. You can see his soccer shorts straining upwards, and his cock is practically outlined in the material. Those shorts were always a bother to get off, anyway.
Yukimiya doesn't let your mind wander any farther, and slips his deft fingers underneath your white button-up. First, his lined fingertips trace your stomach, flitting over any odd lines and creases. The gentleness of his touch makes your heart leap in your chest.
He trails his fingers up until they come into contact with the lace of your bra. His brows furrowed slightly, a motion you find cute, and he wastes no time in slipping his arms around you and unclasping your bra, so swift and smooth you're sure he's done this before.
"You're a real pro at this," Your stomach twists in anticipation when he sends you a smile. He allows you to shimmy off your bra and quickly unbutton the first few of your shirt. Your cleavage is on full display for him, and his eyes practically sparkle behind his glasses' lens.
"Always so pretty," murmured Yukimiya under his breath, greedy fingers digging into your shirt and tugging your tits out the dip in the front, kneading and squeezing the fat once he got a good hold of them. "Pretty face n' tits," he shines you a pearly white grin once more.
You feel your face grow hot. The room must have gone from ice cold to at least thirty degrees hotter, with how your breath fogs slightly and a bead of sweat drips down the side of your face.
His pointer finger and thumb start to tweak at your nipples—shooting sparks of electricity down your veins, fingers trembling against his wrists. Your nails dig into his skin-perhaps marking him as yours, and Yukimiya can't complain with that.
You let out little gasps and whines that go straight to his dick-he can hardly feel how hard it is, though, when his entire, undivided attention is focused solely on you. How could he not? Your mouth is parted slightly in heavy breaths, and you have some sort of angelic glow to you that's impossible to ignore.
His lips meet yours once more, swallowing your breathy voice and entangling his tongue with you. Yukimiya can't get enough. He isn't sure he ever will.
After feeling your nipples grow hard and pebbly within his touch, he finally pulls away his assault and you can finally breathe again. At the same time, he also leans his head back from the breath-taking kiss, orange eyes flitted downwards at where your skirt creases just above your mid thigh.
Before he can do anything, however, you grasp at the ends of his shirt and tug slightly—the thought that that's all you can manage in this state somehow fuels his ego—with a pout on your reddened, thoroughly kissed lips, "Take... it off... please."
Yukimiya's no stranger to people liking how he looks-he is a model, after all—but the thought of you loving his looks so much your whiny voice is pleading for him to just take it off—it makes his cheeks grow pink. His heart churns in his chest when he shoves the end of his shirt over the head and slips it off with ease, revealing his slim, yet toned body to you and your eyes. It feels oddly romantic.
Yukimiya wastes not a single second, after slipping his glasses back on his nose, in dipping his head back down and kissing you once more, softer now. With feather-light kisses that make you feel like you're on a cloud, it almost does its job in distracting you from the hand that inches beneath your skirt.
It's embarrassing—practically humiliating to say—but you're seriously soaked. Yukimiya realises this when he rubs his pointer finger over your underwear and feels the wetness pooling—he smiles, wide.
All of this is because of him.
It somehow makes him a little more confident knowing you're just as aroused as he is right now. Sure—it was pretty obvious, but confirmation is always nice. He knows this better than anybody.
His fingertips grazes against the fabric covering your clit and the sound you let out is downright sinful—a broken, wanting moan that fills his eardrums-he thinks its about the prettiest sound he's ever heard.
"You're so insatiable," He grins, like a Cheshire cat, and lithe fingers slide your underwear to the side. Slowly, he traces the wetness that drips around your hole and clings to his fingers—dipping in the two middle fingers on his hand slowly, but surely.
Stretching you out was always an activity Yukimiya enjoyed. He dips his two fingers even furthur inside you, relishing in each hitch of your breath as he slowly pulls them out—then back in. It doesn't take too long before your whimpers pick up in both frequency and noise, when he starts scissoring your cunt open and touching every soft, squishy spot that makes your head spin.
You're so lost in the pleasure Yukimiya is gracefully offering you, that you don't even notice when he drops down to his knees—digging into the dusty floorboards of the soccer storage room—and tucks his head safe underneath your skirt, and pulls your panties down so they pool around your ankles.
He nearly drools when he sees the string of slick that connects his fingers to your pussy when he pulls them out. He can't see your face right now, from where his head is covered by the fabric of your school skirt—but he can practically envision the cute, confused expression you must have. He loves those expressions that you make—when you're at the peak of your pleasure and you're about to come, he doesn't think any sight in the world can compare to that.
That's why Yukimiya dips his head further and licks a flat, kitten-lick across the dip of your pussy. He hears you whimper—it makes him grin when he realises you can't even predict what he's going to do next because you can't even see him-he only feels you lightly grab the top of his head with your nails, still separated by the thick fabric of your skirt.
"Such a pretty pussy," He murmured, seeing your hole clench around nothing and making him smile. He absolutely loves it when only his words have such a big effect on you. "I could die down here."
Yukimiya nudges his head up, and presses a light kiss to your clit. He can feel the twitch of your legs when he does so. He does it again. Then again. Then once more. He's enjoying your small, minuscule reactions to his teasing. Until, you jerk his head forward with your hand—his nose is forced to nudge into your clit and his lips are practically buried in you already—and you groan, through heavy breaths.
"Yukki... stop bein' annoying! I'll punch you if you don't do it already, so stop—!!!"
Your words die in your throat when he immediantly starts eating you out like you're his last meal without any form of warning, tongue dipping against your hole and fingers moving upwards to help you get off. The cacophony of whimpers that leave your mouth fuel Yukimiya's want to just make you cum already, and the way you leave such a taste on his tongue is so addicting.
With his head buried underneath your skirt and the breathy moans that escape your bruised lips—it's abundantly easy to tell what's going on in here if anybody happened to walk into the very un-locked soccer storage room, but all it did was give you a sense of excitement.
You had to be quick, otherwise someone might walk in, and see you moaning like a cheap whore while Yukimiya, the popular, perfect pretty boy, has his head underneath your skirt and nose dug into your cunt.
Your stomach tightens like a coil, and your breathing suddenly intensifies. Your legs feel all jittery and your recognise this feeling just as much as Yukimiya does—you grasp onto the back of his head and dig yourself farther into his face, "I—I'm...!!! C... Close... !!!" You can hardly finish your sentence without a breathy yelp interrupting.
Thankfully—it seems Yukimiya knows your body just as well as you do—he speeds up his subtle ministrations and thrusts his fingers inside even deeper, thighs clenching around his head and you're rocking your cunt into his face and his glasses are all foggy so he can hardly see—he moans against your pussy from the overwhelming sensation, free hand gripping the fat of your ass.
You're unfathomably embarrassed that his deep moan was enough to set you off, coil snapping instantly and sending a flurry of pleasure coursing through every part of you. You're tearing up, lips trembling and you're babbling absolute nonsense, but Yukimiya slurps up every bit of the clear liquid that spills out of you. The lewd sounds make you slap your hands over your burning hot face.
You finally realise, after you ride out your high and slumped against the wall—you're not too sure Yukki has air down there, with how hard your thighs are clenching around him. You peer down when he slowly starts trying to stand up, skirt fluttering against the front of your thigh when he removes himself from the haven underneath your skirt.
You snicker weakly, hand slowly reaching up and covering your mouth, "You... okay?"
He looks like he just came himself. His face is burning hot and red, his perfectly styled brown locks have been tousled everywhere—stands falling all over his forehead and cheeks. His glasses are tilted to the side—sliding down his nose bridge and are completely foggy and hot. You wonder how they didn't fall off once you practically started riding his face.
"Great, actually." The charming laugh that escapes his lips doesn't match the wild expression on his face right now.
His pupils are dark and wide and blown with mind-numbing pleasure, sweat drips down his perfectly smooth face and his entire lower mouth to jaw is drenched in what seems to be a mix of your juices and his own drool. A thin line of it still trails out of his pink lips, and with how pathetic he looks right now, you can't help the smile that creeps up.
He looks so, so happy, you can't help but indulge him, just a little. When he sticks his drenched fingers into your mouth, you obediently suck them, tongue swirling around his fingertips and closing your lips around the base of his knuckle.
"You're gorgeous," he presses a light kiss to the top of your head, and removes his fingers from your lips with a pop. "My pretty, pretty girl..."
He's never felt so loving towards you before. It almost freaks you out. He wipes the wetness off of his face with the back of his hand.
You hate how much his nicknames have an effect on you. You can feel yourself clench around nothing—even though you just came-and Yukimiya easily notices the way you rub your thighs together underneath your skirt.
"Already?" He raises a brow, but looks evidently pleased. You don't wish to say a word, so you keep your embarrassment to yourself. "You're perfect."
He strokes the side of your face so lovingly—as if an apology of some sort for the harsh way he grabs your tits once more, kneading so hard it almost hurts in his palm.
"Mmm..." You hum—clearly in content, but wanting more—pushing back at his wrists. "We don't... have much time before they'll start looking..."
Right. For a good second, Yukimiya truly forgot where you two were. In the middle of the soccer club's storage room, after school hours and if you stay any longer you'll be practically asking for his teammates to find you two here.
Yukimiya sighs, like he's disappointed. "Alright. We'll go quick." He says the word with so much disdain. "But you'll have to keep it down."
A confident, knowing tone—god, does it piss you off, but you heed his warning with a roll of your eyes and begrudging nod.
Sucking in a deep breath, Yukki finally reaches down and slips a thumb underneath the waistband of his soccer shorts. He pulls the last piece of fabric he's wearing down, alongside his boxers, and just enough so that finally, there stands his painfully erect, pretty dick.
His cock is so pretty, just like he is. Pre practically drooling and flushed a cute pink at the tip—there's a freckle you love to kiss when you give him head and make him all starry-eyed. Despite how slim Yukki was, he did not lack one bit in this kind of thing.
You waste no time in reaching your hand down and cupping his cock in your palms-he hisses through his teeth and you smile at this. Finally, even if just for a moment, you feel as if you've gained the upper hand.
"Just..." He sucks in a deep, shaky breath. "Lemme..." He removes your hand-though, it seemed with much hesitation—and pushed you even harder against the pale blue wall.
He flips your skirt up and sneaks a hand underneath your thigh—lifting it up and you instinctively wrap it around his waist, like so many times you had before—he leans his hips forward, and his tip makes contact with your clit.
It makes you jump, and him smile. Yukimiya grabs his cock in his hand and guides it down the slit of your pussy—using your slick as makeshift lube and wetting his dick. With each stroke, his head caught on the hood of your clit and made you gasp.
Fuck. You're not too sure you can hold out for much longer without jumping him and sitting on his dick yourself.
Luckily—perhaps some higher being blessed you—Yukimiya finally deems you ready enough, and with one shaky sigh, he slips his tip into your flexing hole, making your stomach twist.
"Y... Yukki..." You pull him closer, so that your chest is pressed up right against his.
"[name]..." He mumbles, lips right next to your ear. His voice sounds like a soothing melody compared to the hotness between your legs that slowly made you unable to think. "Can I keep going... ??"
What a gentleman, anyone who didn't know him as well as you do would think. In reality, he just wants to hear you say it yourself, Yes, Yukki, I want you so bad, just put it in me already.
Well, unluckily for him, you're a strong, independent woman who won't bend to anyone's will except her own—
"Yes, God, I need you, Yukki..." Your voice comes out in a breathy whine while you stare up at him, eyes half lidded and hazy from lustful pleasure. Your words make him smile shiftily, pleased with your response.
As a reward for your obedience to his unspoken request, Yukimiya does exactly as asked and slips his cock in further and further until your hips are pressed right together, and he's bottomed out.
In this way, you and him have never felt closer. You've never felt such love bursting out of your chest when staring so deeply into his amber eyes. They sparkle, and it makes you wish to glimmer in his eyes, too.
Your heart nearly beats out of your chest when he gives a shallow thrust, testing the waters. "Mmm... Yukki..."
The way you say his name—lazy and drawn out, something so unlike you—drives him crazy. It gets him worked up enough that he gives a harder, more put-together push into your cunt.
It elicits another whine from you, so he keeps going. It doesn't take too long before he's set a steady pace and you're pushed back against the wall with each hard movement of his hips.
In and out of you—you think you may as well explode here and now. Your face is flushed so red and your lips are parted in a constant cacophony of moans, "Yukki...!" Is the only word he can coherently make out with your blubber of noises.
You're so quiet now—he thinks you should be like this all the time.
Well, not exactly quiet—but he likes these noises a lot more than the passive-aggressive insults, anyway. You sound so pretty—if he could, he'd record your singing for him and listen to it every chance he gets.
Yukimiya Kenyu is so undoubtedly, unfathomably infatuated with you that it scares him.
So, he chooses not to think about the underlying feelings that he may feel towards you—and instead, let himself get lost within this pleasurable feeling of you—and pretend for a second, you really are his.
He leans his forehead down and presses it against yours, eyes closed with grunts escaping his reddened lips. You're getting louder. The whines pooling out of your lips are like honey—but he can't possibly allow those that are unworthy to bear witness to them.
So, he does the only viable option, and presses his lips against yours—swallowing your moans and they reverberate down his throat. You're barely even kissing him—your lips are parted wide open even as his tongue slips between them. Drool pours down the side of your mouth and it's so messy and gross and Yukki can't get enough.
"Y—Yukki...!!!" He can barely hear you whine from the way his lips muffle yours. His lower stomach starts to tighten and he can feel your thighs tense up around his waist. You're close. He is, too.
It's as if instinct takes over and suddenly, he's groaning so heavily, pulling away from your lips and leaking down to connect his mouth in the crook of your neck.
He sucks bruises into your skin—purple blotches decorating the smooth expanse of your neck, but it only makes you louder. Yukimiya can't even find it within himself to care anymore. He wants to hear your voice blessing his ears—he couldn't care less if one of his teammates heard.
At least then, they'd back the fuck off.
"Yukki...! I'm so.... ugh...!! Yukki..." You repeat his name countless times, each time sounding sweeter as he approaches his soul ripping orgasm. His thrusts grow less precise and more sloppy—he's practically rutting into you while chasing his high.
You don't even get a chance to scream when his hand is abruptly shoved down your skirt and he starts rubbing at your clit. Your lips parted in shock and you're panting like a dog in heat—he rubs ferocious circles on your sensitive nub and it leads to the elastic band inside your stomach snapping upon contact.
Suddenly, the short-lived silence is shattered and you're mewling into his ears, tears streaking down your cheeks so pathetically that he removes himself from your bruised neck to kiss them away.
Salt stains his lips, and his brain when he realises what he's doing.
Fuck.
It hits him, hard. Both his orgasm, and the realisation that dawns upon him.
He's in love with you.
Yukimiya Kenyu is terrifyingly and irrevocably in love with you.
He thinks this as white spurts from the tip of his cock and shoots inside you—his thrusts grow rapid and eccentric as he desperately chases his high.
You feel so good—so warm, so snug, so you-that it makes his head spin with warmness and he can't help the words that utter out of his lips alongside heavy breathing and whorish whines that do not suit such a perfect boy like Yukimiya Kenyu, "I love you—IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouloveyou—"
He can hardly hear himself as he fucks his own cum back into you—dragging you both to the edges of overstimulation-but he can't stop. You sob even harder—you can't tell whether from his words, the confession that came with it, your painfully pulsing pussy or a combination of all three, "I love you! I fucking love you, Kenyu—I love you, I love you!"
The words spill out of your lips so naturally, like you had said it a hundred times before. This seems to calm his erratic mind, and he sucks in a deep and heavy breath of air.
Finally, after his cock softens inside you, he pulls out—a trail of his white cum drips out of your empty hole. It feels gross when you lift up your damp panties and slip them on. You shiver, but to say you hated the feeling of him being inside you would be a lie.
Yukimiya is silent as he bends down and picks up his discarded shirt, tucking himself back in and fixing up his shorts while you readjust your skirt.
After a little while of you twiddling your fingers like an idiot, you finally speak, "So... You wanna... talk about that? I mean... a whole lotta feelings were poured out there..."
The awkward tone you set instantly vanished when a boyish chuckle escapes his lips, and it makes you smile at him fondly. "Guess so."
His post-orgasmic glow made him look even more ethereal than ever before, and the thought that you would be the only one to ever see the perfect pretty model like this makes you feel all warm inside.
"Not very devoid of feelings anymore, is it?" Yukimiya manages to crack his first light-hearted joke towards you, and it positively melts your heart. "You... feel the same... right? You weren't just saying that... because you were feeling everything too much...?"
He sounds so scared. You wrap your arms around him, uncaring you're both sweaty and that the room smells of sex, it's a loving action that he immediantly reciprocates, "Duh. Why else would I say it, stupid? I didn't know... if you really meant it..."
I was scared you didn't.
"Of course I do," He presses a kiss behind your ear. It feels so intimate, even more than how he fucked you. Such a small action, yet it felt so meaningful. "I think... I always have."
You reach up, and clear the fog that's gathered on the lens of his glasses. He smiles at the gesture, and says, "Let's go. Our teammates are probably worried sick."
"Probably heard how good you were making me feel, actually," And there it is—the snarky, dirty comment he was anticipating yet not prepared for—and the evil smile on your thorougly-kissed lips confirms his thoughts. "I mean, gosh, I didn't even know I could be that loud. Just proves how good that dick is."
He stomach squeezes and his face grows red. "Fuck..." He groans, eyes half-lidded and clouded with a familiar emotion. "Why do you have to talk so filthily? Do you want me to take you again?"
The devilish—yet strangely innocent gleam in your squinted eyes say much more than words ever could. His cock twitches in his shorts—and all it takes is some languid rubbing and more vivid descriptions on how he made you feel, and Yukki is fully hard once more.
The sight makes you grin wickedly.
You reach your hand inside his shorts, deciding this time, you're going to take the initiative, while he can sit back and look all pretty.
Feelings can come later, all you can focus on right now is fanning the burning need within you—that can only be satiated by the whimpering man right here in front of you.
© ILIVERAEE 2024
#i love my boyfriend hes so cute <333#yukibel canon#bllk#bllk x reader#blue lock#blue lock manga#blue lock x reader#yukimiya#yukimiya kenyu#yukimiya x reader#yukimiya kenyu x reader#kenyu yukimiya#kenyu yukimiya x reader#yukimiya smut#yukimiya kenyu smut#© iliverae 2024 !#to my friend who saw me hypnotize him to love me... no u didnt <333
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happy national boyfriends day to my boyfriend !!!!
#☆ — spencer talks#ralph macchio#johnny cade x reader#daniel larusso x reader#hes sooo gorgeous guys i love my boyfriend#hes my everything (ive been hyperfixated on him for a few months now and idk why)#hes so <333
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i posted abt this on my tiktok story but i need to rant more so im putting it here 😭😭 the way a lot of mikosai shippers (on tiktok, pinterest, reddit, etc) are is such a big reminder to me of why i hate the strictly romantic soulmates trope with every fiber of my being 😭😭😭 people who interpret soulmates as "that means theyre canonically together" regardless of how the characters actually feel about each other and if they ACTUALLY get together is so fucking gross to me oh my god its so fucking gross i hate forced romance so bad 😭😭 someone cant just say "hey, we're soulmates so you HAVE to date me and its literally weird and impossible for you to like anyone else because i said so!!" and also aiura WOULDNT do that anyway ???? HELLOOO???
you have no idea how many people ive seen call all saiki ships with anyone other than aiura "problematic ships" just because "theyre soulmates"
#SOULMATES DOES NOT MAKE A COUPLE CANON <333#'she SAID theyre soulmates so that means hes HERS now and its gross for u to think he liked anyone else'#hey thats actually... really bad!! hey she actually cant and wouldnt force him to date her!!! hey what the fuck!!!#not a mikosai hate post#only weird forced romance likers hate post <3#if someone doesnt like someone then they dont like them... them being soulmates doesnt change that...#thats actually just not how it works and the idea that that WOULD be how it works is gross#and a lot of the fics ive read of them end up with aiura being all 'ha i told you so! i knew id break u eventually!'#'i knew id get to u if i just kept calling u my boyfriend without permission and saying we're soulmates!'#which like not only would she not do that... its also just really gross#like u really thought 'he doesnt like her so she wears him down and doesnt leave him alone until he relents' and like... u went with that?#oh...#weird...#idk maybe im crazy and also im having a hard time phrasing any of this#but it just brings up so many consent issues and it makes me really uncomfortable#like according to THOSE shippers it wouldnt be by his own will or feelings if he eventually fell in love with her#it would just be because the universe said so and he never had any choice#mikosai is so cute when u think of it in like the totally opposite way#in MY opinion i love mikosai AFTER aiura accepts that soulmates doesnt mean he HAS to date her#that HAS to happen before they date and THEN theyre really cute#saiki k#tdlosk#the disastrous life of saiki k.#meows post
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Ultratober days 10-13: redesign
#uuhhn idk bug 👍#not much thought went into this cause i love all the designs to much to make a redesign i love#so i just piled on details that are cool lol#mostly just general buglike stuff also dragonfly inspiration#shoutout to my boyfriend for that idea <333#also my rendering on this is ass I'm so sorry 😭#ultrakill#uno's art#ultratober#ultratober 2024
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A work in progress, please mind all the details I haven't yet drawn in. ouo 💦
Also I drew more down below, but idk if I will ever want to show that part, LOL! AND ALSO, the extra expressions were a last minute choice, I was just going to draw him looking bored/tired at first, whewea-- BUT YEAH HEY LOOK OUT HOW YOU MADE HIS DAY! 8^)
#I was going to draw Rire or Sano next but tbh I see you fellow Vincent lovers#So have this as a thank you for the love <333#Yes he's ours now uwu#vincent metzger#boyfriend to death 2#boyfriend to death#btd#btd 2#btd vincent#my art
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Drawing me and my bf as bakugo and kirishima because were them yup💥
#drawing#art#fanart#kiribaku#kirishima eijirou#bakugou katsuki#mha#couple#gay#emo#us?#support small artists#artists on tumblr#digital drawing#digital art#digital illustration#digital painting#tumblr draw#my draws#my artwork#boyfriend#me and my husband#i love you#i love him#i need him#i miss him#him <333#just him
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I’m feeling actually happy/content wowow :) !!! Look at me go 🎉🧡
#I love all my friends so much#shoutout to jester for getting into tlojd i’m <33333 THANK YOU <3#You have no idea how much that meaaanss#School is going ok!!#i’m on top of my work so far#And of course <333 shoutout to scammie for being my boyfriend LMAO <3#I’m doing so good#i’m gonna watch more iwtv and eat ice cream :)#moo’s words#nice things
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★ Comic dub !! credits below ★
★ Art: @chipumunyanyo ★ ★ Machs voice: @ballercollective / my bf ★ ★ Pilbys voice: Me
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#comic#dub#comic dub#regretavator#regretevator dub#regretevator comic dub#regretevator mach#regretevator pilby#pilby regretevator#mach regretevator#pilby#mach#i love my boyfriend <333
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i politely demand you talk about your nge/pacrim au!
thank you for enabling my behavior and for all your art omg <33333 i will attempt to coherently and briefly outline my thoughts
the short version is: yuuta/rika saves you post-battle and both are irrationally upset when it turns out that you already have a boyfriend.
yuuta would like to take some of the credit for digging you out the rubble, but the truth is, it was like his mech was on auto-pilot, overriding all of his controls to dig you out of a lifeless environment and stash your cold, limp body in the center chamber until yuuta and rika were transported back to the base.
yuuta doesn’t understand why he lost control of rika like that, nor does he understand why he feels so upset when he goes to visit you in the infirmary and there’s already some other man by your bedside holding your hand. he vaguely recognizes kokichi as a junior engineer who’s done a few surface level repairs on rika, and he’s surprised and green with envy to find out that kokichi is also your boyfriend.
yuuta doesn’t understand the anger he feels, or the headache he gets, or the panic attack that’s threatening to rise in him, or why his feet automatically drag him back to his mech, or why he feels like he could hear rika’s faint sobs and screams in his head and he lay in his pilot chamber. none of it makes sense and he can barely sleep because of it, but it happens every time he thinks about you and kokichi for too long; and strangely enough, if the thinks about how rika seemed to come to life to save you for too long. there’s some kind of missing link he can’t piece together.
when you’re conscious, you can’t seem to recall any part your childhood, and only have your memories from college onwards, save for bits and pieces of the attack you were a victim of. yuuta learns that you were studying to be an engineer, that you were moving to work at the hangar and be closer to your boyfriend, that kokichi was slated to pick you up from the airport that ended up being the site of attack. a small part of yuuta wishes kokichi had been there, thinks that rika wouldn’t have found him in the rubble.
you’re the miracle save, and somewhat become the baby of the hangar. world-renowned pilots you’d only ever studied in class stopped by to give you their condolences, offer their help. you try to remain calm when satoru gojo and kento nanami make an appearance as a duo in your tiny recovery room, calling you brave and bowing to you with a home cooked meal in hand. senior engineers do their best to recover your work from college, assuring you that your injuries and recovery period would be a non-factor in the hiring process—that you were free to start as soon as you felt comfortable. you get the most attention from yuuta, who makes himself a friend, and a critical part of your recovery, essentially firing your physical therapist in favor of fixing you himself.
everyone makes you feel welcome, but yuuta makes you feel safe. he holds your waist while you re-learn to walk, he sneaks you into the pilot’s lounge while the jaegers have their repairs done—and nods in faux-sympathy as you mourn the presence of your boyfriend, who seems busier than ever these days with nuisance repairs, jokes about how yuuji and megumi seem to be particularly reckless with their jaeger lately—he squeezes your hand when you have headaches and fractured flashbacks of your past that you can’t piece together, he holds you when you cry out of pure frustration of not being able to remember who you are
yuuta’s a real smooth talker, too. always knows exactly how to comfort you while your boyfriend is busy, always talks to the press about you so preciously, always makes you feel like you have a purpose even if you can’t remember your past self—maybe you weren’t meant to remember anything before him and rika, maybe it was meant to be this way. it’s a twisted comfort, but it’s something to cling to, it’s better than crying over memories you no longer have.
everyone notices yuuta’s weird reverse stockholm syndrome lol… the way he hovers over you like he’s your sole protector and savior, the way he demands to be privy to all decisions about your health care, the way he remains close to you with no fear of your boyfriend. nobody says anything, though—yuuta’s a pilot, a good one, and one the few solo pilots in the entire world. he’s precious and vital to humanity, worth a thousand men, worth ten thousand engineers. besides, his friends see something special between you two, especially the co-pilot pairs; satoru and kento, megumi and yuuji, choso and yuki—they know compatibility when they see it, and boyfriend or not, you have something special with yuuta. they all share a common thought: kokichi is fighting a losing battle. and even if he could beat yuuta, he’d never win against rika.
#answered#teehee there's So Much Lore that i could talk about but i tried to keep this a reasonable length#and i hope it feels slightly ominious teehee <333#this is really just me bringing back my favorite point to light again: none of the jjk boys are SHIT!#boyfriend>? never heard of him! to yuuta he's YOUR save#he and rika pulled you out of the dirt and snow and brought you back to life... hows ur boyfriend gonna compete with that? he shouldnt ://#he should give up :// it sure would make yuuta's life easier... sigh#also note! the rest of them aint shit either! bc WHY are they rooting for him 😭 terrible#there's so many versions of the au the temptation to truman show it is also there but i think i want that for something different#teehee <333 anyway thank u for ur art my dear !!!!!!!!!!#there's also another version which is simply youre a co-pilot with someone else#and the yuuta comes along looking like a kicked wet puppy and somehow he's like 98% compatible with you#and everyones like whoah what the fuck... which makes u angry bc u were perfectly happy being previously more compatible with ur boyfriend!#and here comes along this LOSER to ruin everything....... love of ur life but a LOSER#yuuta x reader#pacrim au
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i love being gay
#camera talks#calls are so cute and fun and i love them so much#literally cant put feelings into words its like genuinely just a keyboard smash in my heart rn#but like <3333#love love love my boyfriend so much#silly smiling at the screen while i write this#gah shes so fucking cute yall dont get it#i reallyyy want to be able to say love you out loud but i live in a house so i cantttt#gah i love him so so much my sunbeam mwah <333#scam is being gay on main again get him out of hereee /silly#moo tag
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actually as much as i love mike and harvey together. i feel so sad for rachel zane because imagine falling in love with your coworker and then you learn that your coworker is a fake lawyer but not only that, your coworker is a fake lawyer who would literally do anything for his boss. he'll literally leave you at the altar to go to prison for his boss. he'll try to quit his job multiple times but keep coming back because his boss asked him to come back. he'll move to seattle with you, and you'll breathe a sigh of relief because it means that it can finally just be the two of you, but then you learn that he's inviting his stupid former boss to join them. and his stupid former boss agrees. you smile because your husband is so stupid happy at the idea of working with his former boss again, but you've seen this film one too many times before, and you are going to be subject to watching your husband choose his stupid former boss-slash-friend over you again and again and again and again and again and ag
#caroline talks#suits#LIKE? ? ??? rachel zane babes i love u but i hope you've divorced mike ross by now <333#like i'm so sorry girlie!!! your husband loves u i'm sure but also he's been playing stupid chicken with this guy he's been in love with#for YEARS NOW!!!!#it's also like. uh. you KNOW that harvey wouldn't do anything with mike while mike's married to rachel because of ALL THAT BAGGAGE HE HAS--#and i don't think mike would ever do anything to harvey because HE knows how much baggage harvey has#like. in my head. yeah they're all living together in seattle and rachel's just like ':/// i need to divorce this man bc we could move to#literally antarctica and mike would still find a way to drag harvey along.#and the crazy thing is that harvey would probably FOLLOW HIM.'#like. the way i'm not even exaggerating what happens in the show too?? ? ?#like we have literal scenes of rachel crying and begging mike to just LET HARVEY GO#and to just CHOOSE HER#and mike is always just like '!!! HOW DARE YOU TELL ME TO GIVE UP ON HARVEY'#and it's like. ilysm mike u crazy silly man <333 but also like. i think it's fairly reasonable of the woman you're marrying#to ask you to choose her over your boss slash buddy. y'know?#like. it's not even like rachel and mike are a cute simple girlfriend-boyfriend.#they are literally ENGAGED and they are literally supposed to START A LIFE TOGETHER--#and mike is still going ':((( i can't leave harvey behind' like actually rachel babe i am SO SORRY
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seen this going around, thought i'd join in :)
things my boyfriend does/has done that are very Asher coded <3
once texted me at 2 AM asking if giving anal was criminal
can will and has serenaded me (and it was BEAUTIFUL it made me CRY)
invoked the fury of our friend group by asking if a hotdog was a sandwich
has a true crime hyperfix
also like gorey things
is chronically on twitter
hypes me up continually when i think a good art/fic/audio thought
remained the token straight+cis friend for about a year until he had a bi+trans awakening
theatre kid (derogatory) (affectionate)
“babe, you’re dating an NSFW writer AND artist”
sends stuff that sounds horribly out of context until he elaborates
insert btw/adhd creature here
smiles and nods when i send him my incoherent thoughts and analyses on Redacted lore (“i have no idea whats going on, but good for you!”)
average conversation between us: “BABE BABE” “WUH??” “*insert something insane*” “WHAT???”
as seen above, most commonly calls me “babe”
loves starkid musicals
unfortunately not a star trek fan, but i talk to him abt it and we’re gonna watch it together when we get our own place <3
joined in on the “youre not straight” jokes early on (in reference to my having scoliosis and being gay)
despite being orchidsexual, he is the kinkiest person ive ever met, PLEASE SIR YOU SCARE ME SOMETIMES—
“do you have a piss kink?” “MJSJHDSJ WHAT??”
^ keyboard smashes
“‘look at that high-waisted man, he has feminine hips!’” “and i was like ‘NOOOO THATS THE THING IM SENSITIVE ABOUT’” “this is why i love you”
once sent me a very detailed message about how he would body that one goth chick from monster prom 2
“youre literally Asher” “who?”
the most supportive boy ive ever met augh i love him <3
one could also say that he’s Guy-coded :)
#i love my boyfriend#BOYFRIEND APPRECIATION POST <333#bubs if you see this#no you dont#:3#redacted asmr#redactedverse#redactedaudio#redacted asher#vinn says really dumb stuff#vinn yapping#vinn says fandom things
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I think if i was at welton i would have had such an intense, heart-wrenching crush on stick
I think it would border on unhealthy and i think thats so sweet
#i love him with every fibre of my being#hes such boyfriend material#he would bring me flowers every week#and would sneak out of his house just to see me#i love him#dead poets#dead poets society#dps#stick <333#stick dps#stick
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