#this is so incoherent i apologise

[mikachusblog]

Aria lore!

I have posted Aria before here and here, but I wanted to have at least one post dedicated to his lore and backstory on my blog! See it as a proper introduction kinda.. though it'll mainly just be me blabbering.. you can read about him under the cut! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

Aria Nazari, gen 5 of my legacy, 17 years old, he/him, half persian. Bisexual, currently in the closet.

Traits: party animal, music lover Aspiration: aspiring party planner Home: evergreen harbor Likes: piano, singing, snowboarding, streetwear fashion, high energy sims, deep conversations, tattoos, dyeing (frying) his hair, 80s rock, being the center of attention (but only when it's positive), manga, videogames, carrot cake Dislikes: public displays of affection, small talk, the color yellow, shrimp, cucumbers, being told what to do, the smell of scented candles

Bio! Writing this made me realise i made him go through sm this poor kid

Raised by parents consumed by addiction, Aria and his two older siblings had to fend for themselves, growing up under very poor circumstances. He keeps minimal contact with his siblings in present day.

Aria was put into a foster system at age 10, following the death of his parents. After being placed into his first foster home, he met Mable and Nathan at school. The trio quickly became inseparable.

Mable is Aria's closest friend, the one person he confides in. Nathan was his first in a lot of aspects; his first love, first kiss and first relationship. Before this blooming love got the chance to develop any further, Nathan passed away in a motorcycle accident. This marked the end of the few years of genuine happiness in Aria's life.

He bounced between various foster homes, his charismatic spirit and histrionic personality disorder masking the scars of a deeply traumatic childhood. His journey took a turn when he was placed with a new foster family, a couple determinded to offer him warmth and stability, albeit for just one year.

He was hesitant about attempting to get close to them, as he knew how easily his previous foster homes had dropped him. Conflicts and strained relationships followed, as Aria's behaviour was far from exemplary in high school. His foster parents Deryn and Xin Yi's love for him however, remained.

Mable kept in contact with him throughout the years following their separation, but the two didn't get to see each other again until their senior year of high school. They reunited at age 17, when Aria moved back to Evergreen Harbor to live with Deryn and Xin Yi purely by chance. He told Mable about the nature of his relationship with Nathan, which came as no surprise to her. She literally had her suspicions since day 1.

Aria met his next love interest, Niamh, at a party. Immediate attraction and easy-flowing conversations followed. He eventually asked her out on a date. Despite Aria's initial trust in his ability to move on from Nathan, frequent panic attacks and feelings of guilt proved the opposite. Niamh confronted him on the night of prom with a false rumour about him cheating on her. He hesitantly went along with it despite it being untrue, thinking it would be an easier and less painful way out compared to coming clean about his relationship with his dead friend. Didn't go as planned obviously, both of them were heartbroken and Aria got his ass beat by Niamh's best friend Nika.

He is currently prepping his uni application with Mable. The two are aiming to go to Britechester together.

Some random facts

Music has always been an outlet for Aria, ever since his elementary school teacher introduced him to the piano. He's a talented singer too!

He's afraid of death and the dark.

He smokes and grows his own weed but stays away from other drugs.

He picked up babysitting as a side gig, partially to avoid raising his foster parents suspicions regarding the money he makes from selling weed.

[angelic-muse]

unforgettable

a/n: i couldn't not write anything for his special day, so enjoy, and happiest of birthdays to my silly mosshead man. this was written with both anime and opla zoro in mind so feel free to interpret it as either.

pairing: roronoa zoro x gn!reader

warnings: just fluff, not proofread

summary: it's your lover's birthday, and what better way to start the celebration than to stay awake and surprise him at midnight?

...that is, if you can stay awake.

must stay awake... must stay awake.

the sentence replayed itself in your groggy head like a mantra, a broken record stuck on repeat, a toy train running in slow circles around your brain as you fought the urge to tip over the line between wakefulness and sleep.

zoro deserved more than that.

"my birthday? never really done anything for it," he'd grunted the day before after you'd brought it up. the swordsman had frowned, scratched his head. "kinda forgot it was tomorrow, actually."

and it was then that you decided to make this birthday — and all his next ones, for that matter — unforgettable.

so after some pleading with nami that then lead to careful rearrangement of night watch schedules (despite the crew's grumbling), zoro would be set to finish his shift at midnight — exactly midnight.

and what would he find when he returned to his room? you, of course, waiting for the moment he stepped through the door to shower him in love and birthday wishes, followed by a day of celebrations just for him.

well, that was your plan.

but the actual staying awake hadn't been part of it.

since your shift for night watch was the last one, just before sunrise, you were lucky enough to be able to sleep soundly all night till then. which meant you were not at all used to being awake at this time and your body was slowly but surely losing the fight to fall unconscious.

you yawned, blinking heavy eyelids as you turned to squint at the sky, the gentle moonlight washing the deck of the going merry in its milky glow. it wasn't quite yet at its highest point — still not midnight.

surely a little lay down before zoro returned couldn't hurt, right?

don't fall asleep, you promised yourself one last time as you settled into his own hammock, breathing in the lingering scent of him with a sigh. don't fall asleep...

zoro muttered angrily as he stomped across the ship back to his room, not bothering to soften the loud thumping of his boots against the planks, swords clanking noisily at his hip.

"serves 'em right if they wake up," he groused, "putting me up there at this time all of a sudden for no fuckin' reason—"

he cut short as he shoved into his room, raising a brow at the sight that met him as he rid himself of swords and shirt. there you were, curled up in his spot, sleeping soundly like a contented cat.

"the hell you doing in my hammock?" he grumbled under his breath, but zoro slid in beside you anyways, throwing an arm over your shoulders and folding the other behind his head. he didn't mind that you were here — he never did. sleeping beside you was nothing out of the ordinary anymore. he liked it, enjoyed the easy comfort and security that came with you tucked against his side; hearts beating in time, every breath shared.

it was right when zoro was beginning to drift off that he felt you stir awake. cracking open one eye, he watched as you sat up, blinking tiredly. "zo... zoro?"

"what got you up?" he murmured as you yawned and stretched your arms overheard. "m'here, get back to sleep." get back to cuddling me.

"the smell of a pirate who hasn't showered in a week," you joked groggily, rubbing at your eyes. then you froze. shit.

shit!

"no, i fell asleep!" you groaned, burying your face in your hands. how could you? you promised yourself you wouldn't, for him, and now... "fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck... i'm sorry." you peeked back up at him, lower lip stuck out.

zoro frowned. "hah? what the hell are you on about?"

"i was meant to stay up," you said sadly. "to say happy birthday to you. at midnight. that's why i got nami to change your watch..."

rubbing a hand across his face, zoro sat up to look at you properly, blinking sleep away. you went to the trouble of getting his night watch changed and stayed up in his room just to say happy birthday to him? seriously?

he'd be surprised, but really, that was just the kind of stupid, endearing thing you'd do.

and so he laughed.

you blinked at him as his wide shoulders shook with mirth, head tossed back. an embarrassed warmth crept up your neck and you folded your arms, attempting to glare at him even as you fought to hold down a smile. "wh— it's not funny!"

"nah," he grinned at you as his laughter died down. "it's just cute. c'mere."

you yelped in half-protest as zoro grabbed your head to pull into his chest, laying back down with a sigh.

"you don't hafta... stay up until midnight or do shit like that just for me." he uttered after a moment of quiet, brushing his fingers through your hair. "you need your sleep, and i need mine. so just... just wait until morning next year, yeah?"

"i... okay," you sighed, trailing a finger across his chest, drawing mindless patterns over scarred, tawny skin, making him suppress a shiver. "i still have stuff planned for later, though."

"yeah? let's hear it."

"i'm not ruining the surprise, silly. but... i did get you some presents and convinced sanji to bake you a cake. among other things."

zoro snorted. "bet that shitty cook did it for you more than me."

"probably," you teased, tilting your head to look up at him. "don't get jealous that he might love me more than you, it's okay."

the swordsman scoffed, turning you both on your sides with a grunt. "maybe, but he'll never love you as much as i do."

you chuckled, tucking your head into the crook of his neck, inhaling his familiar scent; steel and sweat with an earthier undertone somewhere beneath. "i love you too, even though you still smell like you've never showered."

zoro barked out a laugh, tightening a thick arm around your waist to pull you further into him. "i'll take a shower for your birthday, how's that sound?"

you peered up at him and wrinkled your nose. he grinned.

"you're gross," you muttered with a smile even as you snuggled further into him. he kissed your forehead and you could feel his own smile against your skin.

"and you still love me."

"lucky you, huh?"

zoro exhaled softly, closing his eyes. "yeah, lucky me."

slowly, quiet draped itself over the two of you like the softest blanket, comforting and warm as the sounds of your breathing lulled each other to sleep after gentle whispers of goodnight and wishes of good dreams. and he rocked you in his arms, like how the gentle waves rocked you from below, mother nature's cradle for her sleeping children as they rested in an embrace so tightly woven with nothing but pure love not even the sharpest sword could ever hope to sever it.

and that morning, when zoro awoke to his dear lover smothering his face with kisses as they pulled him from his sleep with the promise of birthday gifts, he knew with clarity, such a deep, resounding clarity it made his heart ache—

that you, on this day and every other, were the greatest gift he could ever ask for.

nia's ask box is open!

[evermorethecrow]

Any thoughts u want to share on the omegaverse au?

YES ACTUALLY QUITE A FEW

-Dazai isnt a omega or alpha but in fact a beta (it fits him so much trust)

-i have alpha and omega as the majority beta being far and few between + generally not looked into that much too?? some people dont really even think about them ( you go to your sex ed class its like 3 slides on omegas, 3 slides on alphas and then like 1 slide on betas thats like 'yeah they just have nothing happen to them' a lotta betas think they just havent presented yet)

-NO SEX!!!!!!!!!!! like for realzies ive been calling it the sexless abo au for a reason theres like none of the usual typical abo heat cycle shit , im Far from a prude but i wanted to do something non traditional and abo is traditonally a sex trope so yknow

-chuuya isnt a alpha omega or beta but a weird sorta combination??? a variety of factors (Lab, suribachi) fucked his biology over quite a bit, he presented real late (typical age in this one to present is like 13 he showed nothing till 16) and hes basically like all three of them depending on the day ??? his scent fluctuates and changes a ton ,entirely inconsistant, it'll full on like disapear entirely sometimes for like a week and then come back. as for the actual heat n rut thing (the thing people are here for </3 /j) he kinda like. has both. let me explain, he might go into heat or whatever and then midway through it changes OR he could have them back to back or like nothing for months its like again NOt at all liner.

-Back to the no sex thing, its not like a pg rated au its more i wanted to use omegaverse as an excuse to do a whole fic on various charecters relationships with sex, in usual evermore fashion. the omegaverse is a very gendered trope i feel a lot or at least its become that??? became that at some point?? its also a more sex focused version of our society you can really do a LOT with the omegaverse i find it real fun to play around with especially when it comes to charecters who dont fit into the ideas general society has (read: chuuya).

-asexual chuuya

-im also not doing any of that 'inner alpha' 'inner omega' stuff sorry to any fans of that </3 when it comes to compulsions like nesting or whatever i say its something either can have (either being alpha or omega) i think its just pushed more onto omegas and sterotypically an omegan thing

-oh also im giving them the fangs and claws because i physically cant NOt have some kind of monsterish parts on bsd guys everytime i have to design a bsd charecter with no supernatural elements a fairy dies

-AND this is set in the bsd canon world so abilities and such a still around, theres a high concentration of betas among ability users and abilities can effect the abo parts, maybe chuuyas so messed up because hes a singularity who knows??

I'll stop my rambling now but you get the gist of it

[songofwizardry]

Ok I'm out of the UK and meant to be on an organising break so I don't even know the worst of it, because I'm off all my usual networks and chats, but here's a long post, because I'm angry: in the last few days, across the country, there have been (halal and Muslim owned) businesses burnt down and attacked including cafes (1 and 2) and a supermarket in Belfast; a Muslim cemetery was vandalised; multiple hotels housing asylum seekers or said to be housing asylum seekers were set on fire sometimes with people inside. And that's just what's on the news. The stuff coming out anecdotally, from the people I'm talking to, is even worse. And again, I'm not hearing the worst of it right now.

The rhetoric is blatant and obvious: the leaked list of targets for Wednesday evening that's going around explicitly says they won't stop coming until we make them. It explicitly targets immigration support, immigration lawyers, and asylum seeker and refugee support centres; and just because you think you live in a diverse area does not mean it’s not a target and that numbers aren’t needed. By virtue of it targeting immigration support (and by design!!!) they’re targeting areas with large Brown, Black and immigrant populations. Particularly Muslim populations.

I don’t want to fear monger, bc where communities have been showing up, the fash are being driven out. But like. I will not lie. It is terrifying to see blatant far-right, Islamophobic, explicitly anti-immigrant and anti-asylum rhetoric so openly on our streets, days on end. It makes me incandescent with rage to hear about mosques across the country issuing warnings and shutting down events, and to hear about my friends outside London whose families haven’t been able to leave their homes in days, to hear from my friends who are or support asylum seekers about how terrified they are. It infuriates me to see, even at this point, the language and reporting, because to make the news we have to step out of a mosque being targeted and offer the fash food and a tour of the mosque; because they're still talking about how much we "contribute" to this country and that's why you shouldn't target us; becaus there's still people pointing out super "reasonably" that this is a natural response of the white working class to unchecked immigration or our terrible crimes or the violence of Muslims or those fucking savages or because there's too many goddamn people crossing the channel or. Whatever new bullshit. Genuinely, this is still turning up in the reporting, and on socials, go look on twitter and you will be utterly horrified at the shit that's being said. I'm seeing it on tumblr too.

It makes me so fucking angry and yet I am unsurprised, because Nigel Farage is an MP and can still say that this is a “response to unchecked immigration”, because the shadow Welsh secretary can say there is “political justification” for the far-right action on our streets, because my friends who are asylum seekers have seen years upon years of being blamed for every ill and failure of the social safety net that the government has been responsible for. This is where we end up after years of talking about “no-go zones” in Muslim areas of cities, after “Stop the boats” (full of terrified people who are escaping unimaginably bad circumstances) becomes a reasonable political chant, after we had a prime minister whose blatant islamophobic comments were just… ignored for years, after years of newspaper front pages demonising us.

This isn’t just about the stabbings. (Tommy Robinson was in London leading a fash march before these stabbings. This has been a long time coming.) This is the result of years of this shit. So yeah, we are scared, and concerned, but also angry (maybe that’s just me; I am always angry). Look out for your friends. Check in on people, particularly if you know PoC and people targeted by Islamophobia (misplaced or otherwise, our Sikh friends get a lot of this shit as well), immigrants, and asylum seekers and refugees.

Numbers have been key to keeping the fash down. Counterprotests are happening everywhere—if you can get to one SAFELY (being the key word here—if you’re visibly going to be a target, there is no shame in staying home and staying safe) please do, don’t go alone under any circumstances, take the GBC number, don’t split off from the group, etc. Repeatedly, we have been the ones keeping each other safe. Counter-protests are being called by Stand Up To Racism (which is a SWP front), but particularly within London, BLMUK and LAFA (the London Anti-Fascist Assembly) are also coordinating responses—you can see stuff on the BLMUK instagram. Do what you can to help, but if you’re going out there, do it as a group and do it safely.

And please please push back against the anti-immigrant rhetoric, against these prevalent ideas (even) amongst “polite” middle class white liberals about Muslims who refuse to assimilate, about the “state” of “those” areas of Birmingham and Manchester and London, against the good immigrant narratives and the blame we get for everything from inflation to overcrowded classrooms to NHS underfunding, against the fucking vile way people talk about asylum seekers and people crossing the channel.

I am tired and sick to my core of the myth of “polite” British racism. I am tired of being told that things like that don’t happen here, of the shock I get anytime I describe the Islamophobia and racism that people (that I) experience. I’m actually very very tired full stop, and I don’t know how to end this paragraph.

Fuck the fash. We keep ourselves and each other safe. We need each other to keep our communities safe. Organise. And for the love of god, listen to us.

[ughgoaway]

okay once they are together teacher girlie INSITS on doing a hair washing day with matty.

at the start, he's like, "Babe. my hair is fine, do I need to do all these steps." And of course, you just say,"but don't you want me to massage your head and play with your hair?" he pauses and is weighing up the options when you lean in and whisper,"and you get to shower with me. Sounds like fun, no?"

matty is now throughly convinced, so after a shower (and possible other shower activities...) he lets you do whatever you want to his hair. at first, he's apprehensive, pulling away and asking what you're doing at each step.

but eventually, your hands sliding through his curls and massaging his head just feels too good for him to care. and all the products smell so good, matty gets to watch you in the mirror as you focus and stick your tongue out slightly as you work.

you finish with a flourish and massive grin, and matty is IMPRESSED. his curls have never looked so bouncy and shiny, and they smell amazing. he pulls you into his lap and presses kisses all over your face as you giggle and squirm.

"they look amazing, my darling, thank you. you're gonna have to teach me how to do this, you know." and you give him a grumpy look.

he laughs at your pout and says, "Is that not what you do all day?? I'm a better student than a 6 year old. I swear, " You shoot matty a look that says 'really.' and he has to stifle his laughter before he can continue, "cmon baby, you've gotta teach me. Otherwise, how am I gonna do these curls on tour, hmm?"

you relent and fiddle with them as you speak. "Yeah... I wish I could just come with and do it for you, " and you quickly freeze and freak the fuck out that you just said that. Cursing your brain for not thinking before it just blurts things out.

you and matty were reasonably new at that point, far too new to be bringing up such a big commitment. so you stutter and try and back track.

"Not that - I mean, I don't wanna do that - well, I do, but it's way too soon to bring it up. I'm so sorry. I just got excited, and" before you start becoming out of breath from rambling matty shuts you up in your favourite way. you always joked you wanted the cheesy rom-com moment where they get shut up with a kiss, and matty was happy to oblige.

"Baby. stop freaking out. you should know I want nothing more than you coming on tour with me, " you pull back with wide eyes, shocked that he didn't just let you down lightly. "Really?"

"Sweetheart. if you could've heard me this week whining to George about how much I'm gonna miss you and how I wish you would come, you'd know I'm telling the truth. I just was too much of a pussy to ask you, as George has been telling me repeatedly" he laughs and presses more kisses to your pouted lips.

After you both pull back, you can't stop your hands from making their way back into his newly styled curls, and matty doesn't mind one bit. he's practically purring like a cat as you twist his ringlets around your finger.

(inspired by this new pic where his curls are looking scrumptious)

[suncaptor]

tragically watching killing eve and just feeling so horrific for eve's poor husband.

[crows-talking-place]

I really need more about Gillion exploring his own identity

The vibe i get from the Undersea is very Man and Woman Nuclear Family (heck, this fits Gil's family too, might also explain part of the reason Finn left - "research" yeah sure that's one way of putting it) but this doesn't leave a lot of room for understanding yourself outside of that societal binary, especially for someone in such a public position as "champion of the undersea".

Gil is canon asexual, this has been confirmed to us (the audience). I also do not think Gillion knows this. In the Undersea, of course, he never had time to consider who he wanted to be, because it was layed out for him like a uniform. Given he wasn't allowed friends, anything more would have been even more out of the question. It's not like anyone would have explained sexual attraction to him to begin with, so of course he never considered why he didn't experience it.

In the oversea, he has seen so much more. Such a variety of people, of relationships, of types of love. I wonder if he ever stopped to consider these things. Whether he would want any of those kinds of love. What the ideal relationship would look like for him.

Maybe he wouldn't let himself.

[bee-sidebranch]

Under Pressure

story exposition for Blinded by Light below

BBL was designed parralel to QS and finished construction a short time after her activation.

It was built by a coalition of powerful religious groups to harness the holyness radiating off of the fissures QS' designers had discovered and was overall a place people visited to worship and philosophise.

It quickly grew to be revered as a god by its citizens, the Iterator that would find salvation, they would let it know this through various festivities, blessing rituals and asking it for guidance.

BBL is soft spoken and socially awkward, he did not enjoy all the attention and often sought comfort in writing. Neither could it handle the expecations set by his benefactors but tried his hardest to live up to their hopes.

He often agonized over what advice to give (which often led to inaction from him), prepared speeches months in advance and generally fed into what his designers perceived him to be, but itself felt it was never enough as it never manged to find the Solution.

QS had always been a source of comfort for it, she treated it like a peer first and foremost and they collaborated on many projects. It considers her its closest confidant even when they never talked about their troubles in earnest.

Without QS to lean on desperation grew in it as the day of mass ascension hung over its head and its populous looked to it for answers. He had none, all of his work never amounted to anything that would bring a safe and surefire way to ascend.

When they left their parting gift was a bonemask he was to wear, carved into it were mantras and poems that were to remind him of his purpose.

He never took it off.

In the present it is comatose, iterating on the Great Problem and dependent on TPSN for its vital functions.

Good i finally have some info written down for all of them, these are mainly for artfight so people can get some extra info if they want to draw my robots (DM me for my artfight do it).

thank you for reading all of these you may have a delicious micro LED 🤲✨️

[percephilous]

realized I never uh!!! explained something really important to augusts lore to you guys feel like I should do that lol

"isnt that just the karma eye-" yes it is. BUT MORE AGHGHGHGHGHG it is basically my reasoning for how he gets 3rd person perspective. and cause its funny. "how does he know about that cutscene" CAUSE THE SEER LET HIM BABY is he aware of everything ever? no. the seer picks and choses what to show him because its a bitch. infact he usually gets very little more than things behind walls he shouldnt know about

he cannot!! actually see out of it. the information is kinda just there its up to him to remember it. it also gets REALLY annoying when hes trying to deal with other things

It can kind of talk to him to. gives him "hey trust me dude you want to be 2 steps back from where you are right now" before giritina attacks him. he doesnt always listen to it tho [glances at the deaths] rip gayboy. kinda has to mentally fight it considering it is "speaking" directly to his mind

it also flips the fuck out whenever the interceptor gets mentioned for a solid bit. when melia and erin were lookin up stuff in that big ol library he didnt get to know anything abt the interceptor because the seer heard interceptor and decided "finally!!! self destruct time" and hurt bro real bad [mentally] he's gotten to deal with it tho!! sucked for awhile,, but he won!!!! lets go white boy

its why he can still "hear" stuff despite being deaf [which he is] he knows what they said because the seer told him what they said. still cant hear jack shit and if the seer was off doing something irrelevant you will either: need to repeat it or more likely he will sit there silently and try to figure out what they said before everyone leaves and he is left confused [thats because im incompetent and dont listen to npcs when they talk] and wanders around for a bit

he isnt usually able to. do much with what he knows though. just make some uncanny references that he literally cannot explain and people have just kind of gotten used to FUCK I FORGOT TO MENTION SOMETHING it is!! invisible to other people. only him. except in darchlight but that was just kinda a weird thing. it does appear occasionally and freaks people out but otherwise its fine

its come very far and is very cool and I like it very much because it makes my special little man just a little more special and I can never be normal ever

[discjude]

anyway I'm back on my bs and wanted to post this cause I thought about it a little too much again

so. eyes. school for good and evil right. very important

though Soman is arguably not the Best at representing groups of people in his work (I'm pretty sure the life expectancy for gay people in the sge world is low as shit) he does do some things really well and one of my favourite threads that connects the sge books is eyes. its all to do with fucking EYES

When I was reading the rise/fall duology I realised that the majority of characters are introduced eyes first, which carries over to the main series (Interestingly, Rafal and Rhian's eye colours aren't explicitly stated until a good way into rise - rafals are mentioned on page 29). For example, when Japeth is introduced, the first thing we know about him is the colour of his eyes. When young rhian is introduced, his eye colour is kept deliberately vague (from blue to hazel to all the shades in-between). there's a lot more patterns with eyes -- the school masters' changing on rise + falls' cover. The Lesso's and violet being a significant colour later in the series (hell, in the special editions book 6's colour is violet). The fact that book 5's cover has all the eye colours of the Arbed characters. I like to think it's very deliberate

It's very very interesting to me and I have nooooo idea what it means story wise. I think it's just a nice pattern, in some cases it's a way to set up events (like the switch between rafal and rhian). I don't know. I just think its cool mostly

[soup-of-the-daisies]

Prongsfoot Week

Day 4: What type of story that you like to Read and/or Write for this ship?

I generally write what I want to read, so the answer to both overlaps massively: nearly anything, but I have a soft spot for the ‘everything is good and everyone is happy’ AUs. Old married couple Sirius and James with various children (but at least Harry), sweating domesticity. Also mutual pining.

I like ‘em as gay men and as lesbians and as disaster bisexuals who don’t really fit into any gender mould. I even like ‘em as a het couple, should a fic catch my attention. Siytherin!Sirius and Gryffindor!James is also really tasty. Arranged marriage au? Even better. Give it to me.

Fics where they both end up in Slytherin are SO much fun too. I’ve got one in my drafts:

Then ‘Potter, James!’ echoes through the Great Hall, and Sirius watches, with far too many nerves rolling around in his stomach, as the mop of unruly black hair struts towards the little stool with a purpose. A toothy grin directed at Professor McGonagall is swiftly replaced by something solemn and determined, and then the Hat is dropped onto his head, covering his thick eyebrows and dark-rimmed spectacles.

When it doesn’t immediately call out the House of the Brave, as expected, Sirius feels treacherous hope unfurl in his chest like nightshade.

By the one-minute mark, the Gryffindor table starts to squirm; by the second, the rest of the Hall breaks out in hissing little whispers. The third ticks past before long, then the fourth, and as James sits stiff and stubborn on the little stool, even the Professors cannot contain their intrigue: the large bloke Sirius recognises as Horace Slughorn is leaning forward, cheeks pink.

At five minutes and thirty-five seconds, half a minute after James Potter has officially become a hatstall, the Sorting Hat grumbles and says, loud enough for all to hear:

“By Merlin, child, alright, I suppose you’ll do just fine in SLYTHERIN!”

And the silence is immense.

[featherlouise]

I ask this like every person who's into HK that I follow so I'm also dropping this question off at your feet too;

How do you think Hollow's reunion with White Lady would go after the whole Radiance/sealing fiasco? Perhaps Pale King too if the fucker's alive?

FUCK ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE U ASKED THIS HUH

(I'm gonna put this under read more bc it's kinda long (and all over the place so I apologise in advance))

OK SO

I think, with the state she's in during the game, she'd probably be pretty dismissive?? Like, she'd likely comment on how they're free and the infection's gone, but as much as I'd love to say it'd be a tearful reunion, I don't really think that'd be the case ://

PK on the other hand!!! There'd be A LOT of tearful apologies, ESPECIALLY once he sees their missing arm and other scars, bc HE did that to them, HE put them in the position to get hurt and HE convinced himself and them that they'd be able to forever contain a wrathful goddess with thousands of years of experience on them. The fact that they're even alive in the first place is a miracle in itself, nevermind the fact that they're able to walk around.

He'd probably claim them as his child and try to "make up" for their shitty childhood in any way he can. Which. Isn't much considering the kingdom is in shambles. Whereas before the fall of Hallownest he'd be able to shower them with presents and build a statue in their honour or name a stag station after them or something, the most he can do at this point is like. Hunt for them. And do they even need to eat?? With the whole technically not alive thing?? Eh it's the thought that counts.

On the other hand!! I think the outcome of the reunion entirely depends on where Hollow is in their recovery.

If they're barely healed and only just starting to confront the horror that was their upbringing, they'd still be battling with A LOT of guilt. As far as they're concerned, it's their fault for not being hollow that the kingdom fell. They're broken, and they were too selfish to admit that before it was too late, and now everyone is either dead or EXTREMELY traumatised.

The WL reunion would probably set back any progress they make if it's early on enough, bc they were honestly probably looking forward to the reunion. They know how much she wished for them to have been a real child, and now she can have that!! Sure it's a little late, but any relationship with their mother would be better than the cold dismissal they faced while growing up.

And then they walk into her chamber and she's nothing like the woman they remember, and they know it was childish and silly to believe she'd be exactly the same, but after coming across Dryya's body (something they will file away and confront much later, because Dryya is dead wtf how) they'd foolishly hoped that maybe their mother would take them into her arms like she saw her do so often for Hornet and their father.

But instead she barely acknowledges their presence, and dismisses them outright. As if they're a pest, not her child who has been locked away for centuries. And maybe she's right. Who are they to claim her as their mother when she's never wanted anything to do with them. So they leave.

If Hollow is later on in their recovery, like they've built up a support system, they've found themselves, figured out who they are outside of the Pure Vessel persona, I think they'd be able to recognise that their mother isn't well, and be able to stomach the dismissal and off handed insults in favour of trying to get her help. They'd definitely make use of that support system, but I think knowing their own worth would go a long way towards whether or not they let WL's comments get to them. And I think eventually, they'd be able to have afternoon tea and chat or something. But that would take A WHILE.

PK TIME OK

So I think the outcome of the PK reunion wouldn't change a TON, but there'd be a few key differences:

If Hollow is early in their recovery, they'd be VERY confused as to why their father is apologising to THEM. Bc they should be the one apologising right??? It's their failure to be what they were supposed to that led to the fall of the kingdom right?? Why is their father bringing them food??? He's never done this before?? And holy shit is he crying??!?!

Also hc that Hollow is the type of person to start crying if someone they care about is crying. So. Make of that what you will.

Overall, it'd be a mix of guilt and confusion and also relief?? Bc wow my father doesn't hate me that's a shock. I imagine the Radiance would use their wish for PK's approval against them A LOT so it's not unlikely that they've got a scenario in their head where their father proclaims that he despises them and then fortnite dances on their body after smiting them.

Later on in their recovery however, they'd be at a point where they can acknowledge that the way they were brought up was cruel, and they didn't deserve to be treated like an object, but I also don't think they'd be able to bring themselves to be angry at PK.

As the Pure Vessel, they were around PK in a lot of private moments, and it's not unlikely that he'd vent to them in the same way a person would vent to their favourite teddy bear. He'd vent about his guilt, his worries, sometimes even directly addressing them about how he wished things could be different. And bc I also headcannon Hollow to be EXTREMELY empathetic, they can UNDERSTAND why he made the decisions he did, and how he genuinely believed that he had no choice.

Honestly though?? I don't think the actual reunion would go much differently here. Maybe they'd be a bit quicker to hug back, maybe the tears would come sooner, maybe they'd be far less stiff and finally allow themselves to collapse against PK and let him hold them for the first time since they were tiny, but overall?? He'd still bring them presents out of guilt, and they'd still be confused as to why tf their father is trying to feed them so much.

OH ALSO PK would definitely go through a period of being ridiculously overprotective, like someone goes to pat Hollow on the shoulder and suddenly they've got a bitey Wyrm hanging off their arm. (Someone's overcompensating for 2 decades worth of protective instincts methinks)

Hollow's response to that would probably be a mix of embarassed and pleased, bc holy shit father wants to protect me but also nooo that's my friend he needs his arm get off

[technicalknockout]

Did i just reblog the same post. 30 CONSECUTIVE TIMES. I CERTAINLY DID NOT TUMBLR WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

[bingqiv]

I LET OUT THE MOST GODFORSAKEN FERAL SCREAM AND PULLED A MUSCLE IN MY NECK WHEN I SAW THE ANNOUNCEMENT.

(SPEAK NOW IS LIKE MY FAVOURITE ALBUM OF ALL TIME AND WAS LITERALLY THE BACKING TRACK OF MY TEEN YEARS!)

[gumified]

SO SO FULL !

pairing: satoru x reader, toji x reader, sukuna x reader, nanami x reader (all separate)

summary: jjk men and their need to breed you <3

content: 2.8k, smut, praise, degradation, dirty talk, cunnilingus (fem. receiving), overstimulation, fingering, reader passes out in gojo's one

note: tumblr refused to let me post my header image so i apologise <3

SATORU GOJO

you should’ve picked up the multiple hints that satoru threw at you throughout the week. the subtle glances towards the baby’s section when the both of you went shopping, the jokes about the both of you starting a family. you should’ve also known that satoru would fuck you silly once you told him that you genuinely wanted to start a family with him too.

“pretty pretty girl.” he coos, hands grazing your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “such a pretty pussy, look how she’s sucking me in.”

you’re bent over the bed, legs spread as satoru pumped his thick cock in and out of you repeatedly. your body thrashes against his grip and you moan blissfully at the feeling. everything feels so so good and your hands are gripping the sheets, twisting them as you squeal.

“f-fuckkk, i’m gonna fill this pussy up with my cum, she’s gonna be so full and plump.” satoru’s hands are on your waist, anchoring you down as he fucks into you mercilessly. you can only mewl as you beg for more. “you’re gonna look so pretty with my baby, wanna fill you up so bad angel.”

“nghh, ‘toru fill me up, please please please, need your cum inside me, w-wanna have your babies so bad!” you’re babbling incoherently, eyes rolling to the back of your head as every word he says is punctuated with a harsh thrust.

you already feel so full with his cock in you. you could feel it pulsating, the thick veins pushing against your gummy walls. satoru groans at your lewd noises and his hands snake their way to your tits. he squeezes them as he lifts your body up so you’re pressed against his taut chest. his hips keep pounding into your ass as you feel his hot breath fan across your neck. 

“these tits are gonna be plump and full of milk, g-god, can’t wait for you to grow so big and swollen. you’re gonna be glowing angel and ‘m gonna be sucking these tits every day.”

his words cause you to moan louder, the thought has you reeling and you struggle to keep yourself upright as he fucks you from behind. 

“s-satoru need it so much, pleasepleaseplease.” your pleads are incessant as you try to grind your hips against his. you feel your thoughts leave you as you succumb to the pure pleasure that surrounds you. satoru continues to pound into you and you feel his teeth sink into your shoulder. there’s a numbing feeling but you feel his tongue glide across your clavicle and he’s sucking just behind your ear. you whine at the feeling, growing more and more sensitive with each passing moment. “o-oh my goddd, gonna cum gonna cum ‘toru let me cum pleasee!”

all your senses are heightened as you feel your body reach its high. you feel satoru’s smug grin against your body and his breath is like fire on your skin. heat rises through your body and you whimper. his cock throbs in your pussy and you know he’s close.

“my pretty angel and her pretty pussy, you gonna milk me? gonna take all my cum like a good girl, angel? needa make sure that none of it falls out okay?”

“yes yes yes! want your cum sooo bad, satoru need you, i-”

your words are cut short as you feel his cum spill into your pussy and you’re rendered speechless. your body spasm around his cock as you release all over him. spurts of cum spray into your velvety walls and satoru can only hold your body tightly as he thrusts the remaining of his cum into your pussy. you feel your consciousness leave your body and you slump forward into your boyfriend’s arms. 

“awww angel.” he pouts as he hugs your limp body close. there’s a proud sensation that fills his body as he sees your fucked out face in front of him. “you’re gonna have to wake up soon, still wanna pump this pussy with my cum.”

TOJI FUSHIGURO

"say please." toji pulls your chin closer towards him. his cock is throbbing inside your pussy and he's been refusing to move. you know what he wants to hear but you refuse to say it. you’re beyond stubborn and you refuse to comply to his demands. "say. please." he punctuates each word with a thrust that makes you moan in delight. his eyes are dark and filled with lust. you're forced to give in and you moan his name.

"please toji." you beg, tears falling from your eyes. "please, want you to fuck me so bad, mmphh, please put a baby in me, please."

he grins smugly, giving your forehead a kiss and you feel your pussy clench around his cock. the harsh thrusts make your head spin. the low growls that emit from his throat is enough to make you see the stars. you feel his huge cock bully into your tiny hole as you feel yourself squeeze around him tightly. his hands wander below your chest, they fix onto your hips, thumbs pressing hard. you squirm under his gaze. kisses are littered all over your body, plump lips touching every sensitive part of you, eliciting delicious whines from you.

"say it louder doll, don't think i heard it correctly." his lips graze the shell of your ear, making you shiver. His voice is deep and it only makes you that much more desperate for him. "c'mon doll, say it f’me."

your bottom lip trembles and you open your mouth as a moan is forced from you. "fuck a baby into me toji. please, please, please!" 

"that's it. was that so hard?" toji muses, pounding into you harder. you moan as he sucks on your sensitive neck, leaving a blooming purple mark. his cock feels as if it's hitting the sweetest yet impossible places inside of you. "look at that." his hands come to cover the prominent bulge in your stomach. his cock is so so big and when you see the bump that he makes in your stomach you feel your pussy dripping with desire. when he presses down it makes your body spasms around him and you clench down hard. the sensation has your mind blanking. 

"wanna cum." you plead, throat hoarse from all the crying. you buck your hips up towards his in a desperate attempt for him to finally let you release all over his cock. "wanna cum, please let me cum, tojiii please!"

the words have toji smirking. his fingers rub your pussy, feeling the wetness as it makes a mess between your thighs. his fingers only add to your pleasure and nothing can compare as you gasp, moaning at the pleasure shooting up within you. he whispers dirty words of praise in your ear and that alone has you wanting more. you're writhing around under him as he massages the bulge, hands spreading warmth throughout your body which makes you jolt. 

"make a mess on my cock f’me doll, let me see your little body as you cum." 

at his command you let your release flow over your body, wracking through your bones. your body convulses around his cock, still thrusting into you. the feeling is too much and you feel your senses overloading. toji continues his heavy pounds into you, hips snapping to meet yours. soon enough, hot cum coats your insides, making you gasp. he groans above you, pressing his pretty lips onto yours. 

the euphoric sensation of your orgasm only lasts so long before you're being pulled off the bed and toji guides you to the shower. he gives you a plethora of kisses and attention. his hands come to grope your breasts and the words he utters next makes your heart pound and your pussy growing wet again.

"gonna fuck you everywhere until you're nice and pregnant with my baby."

SUKUNA RYOMEN

maybe it’s a bad idea to shout things at your boyfriend when you’re the one who is clearly in the wrong and maybe it isn't such a good idea to tell said boyfriend that he can't fuck you right.

when you see the literal steam billowing out of sukuna's ears you try to quickly retract your statement but it's no use and when he stalks over to pick you up and throws you over your shoulder you can't say that you didn't find that super attractive. 

he flings you on the bed, pinning you down so you can't move. his eyes are hard and angry and now you're feeling more excited rather than scared. you clamp your thighs together and sukuna notices and he lets out a scoff.

"what a fucking whore." he rips your panties away and you hear the tear but that's the least of your worries because he's sliding a finger through your wet folds causing you to let out a lewd moan. "already so wet. bet you want my cum to fill this tiny pussy."

you feel your pussy throb at his words and you look at him pleadingly. sukuna smirks. his fingers rub against your clit and you whimper at the sensation. he knew your body the best and he knew exactly which spots to press to elicit the most erotic noises from you, he also knew exactly what to say to cause you to lose your mind.

"oh you'd like that wouldn't you. want me to fuck a baby into you." he laughs darkly when he feels you clench around his fingers. “desperate bitch. i’m the only one who can fuck this slutty pussy, you belong to me and when i’m done with you you’re gonna be dripping with my cum.

there’s an underlying threat in his words but you’re already too blissed out to fully understand what the night has in store for you. he wastes no time shoving his digits in and out of you, the movements making your back arch and toes curl. he scissors you open and the lewd sounds that fill the air only has your mind filled with dirty thoughts. 

“too much, ‘kuna ‘s too much, feels too good nghhh.” you feel another moan bubble up in your chest and you say his name as it bursts. sukuna's fingers curl up and he presses down on your gummy walls, making you writhe around him. he thrusts them into you faster, harsher. your sensitivity peaks when he adds a third finger, stretching you out even more. 

"you're practically begging to be fucked." he stops for a moment as he recalls the words you had spat at him before. "but it seems i can't fuck you right."

"n-no!" you shout. "sukuna please, didn’t mean it, i didn’t mean it ‘kuna. only you, only you can fuck me, no one else, just you, only you ‘kunaa!"

your boyfriend eyes your needy body. the sight is pathetic, you pleading, tears pricking your eyes as you beg desperately like a bitch in heat. he chuckles at the sight. "want me to fuck you?" he asks, a mocking tone lacing his voice but you didn’t care. "want me to fill you up with my cum and make your belly nice and swollen? teach you a lesson for being such a brat and pump you so full with my cum?"

you nod your head, desperate for something for your pussy to be around. sukuna growls, giving you no warning when he thrusts into you, cock filling you up deliciously. he groans and you don't have time to adjust before he's fucking you. his hips snap to yours and he pounds his cock into you mercilessly. it feels so good to be fucked like this and you moan and sob his name repeatedly.

"g-god yes, ‘kunaaa!"

"yeah?" he pants, cock hitting your cervix every time he thrusts into you and it causes your body to jolt forward. "gonna give you all of my cum whore."

his words are like music to your ears and you want more of him. you buck your hips up and your hands run over his chest. his muscles shine with sweat and they flex ever so often. it has you dripping all over and your body wants more of him. sukuna fucks you with such vigour that you think the bed's going to break. your orgasm is fast approaching and you feel it in your lower stomach, the tightening feeling, threatening to burst. sukuna leans down to murmur in your ear and at his words you know you're not getting any sleep. 

"gonna fill this nasty pussy until she’s overflowing."

KENTO NANAMI

the moment that you told your husband that you were thinking about starting a family he had agreed instantly. what you didn’t expect was for him to go absolutely feral and fuck you continuously for hours upon your request, not that you were complaining. 

“k-kento!” you let out a strangled gasp when you feel his cock hit that sweet spot within you. you’re on all fours on your shared bed as he’s plunging his cock in and out of you. his hands are gripping your hips as he fucks you into ecstasy. “feels so good, a-ahh!”

his fingers glide across your skin and you shiver at the feeling. his thrusts are constant and you feel your heart race, threatening to burst from your chest. the dirty noises fill the room and the constant slapping of skin is accompanied with your squeals of pleasure and nanami’s groans.

“you’re so gorgeous my love, gonna look even more gorgeous with my baby inside you.” he pants and you feel his chest press against your back. his arms are placed in front of you, locking you down onto the bed. the heat of his body transfers to yours and you can’t help but let out a whimper at the proximity. his eyes were locked to where the two of you were connected. his cock pounded your puffy cunt repeatedly and nanami watched as your arousal coated his length. “my pretty girl, all of this f’me? such a pretty pretty pussy.”

his words light a fire inside you and you can’t help but feel so exposed under his gaze. you try to squirm away but he pushes your body down against the mattress and you’re actually trapped now.

“why’re you tryin’ run darling? ‘m gonna fill this pussy with my cum and then ‘m gonna make sure none of it goes to waste.” 

“nghh ken pleaseee.” your pleads are desperate and you feel his cock pulse inside you. every single thrust has your hands tugging the sheets, trying to find something to anchor you down. nanami’s hands thread through your hair and you feel him pull your head up to face him. he catches your lips into a passionate kiss, one that has your tongues tangling with each other. you moan into his mouth, your lashes fluttering shut as you let yourself get consumed by the sheer pleasure that awaits you. your husband pulls away and you pout at the loss of contact. “more ken, m-more kiss me more, plea-”

your sentence is cut short as he crashes his lips on yours once more. his movements are rushed and messy and you feel saliva trickle down your chin as he shoves his tongue into your mouth, swallowing every one of your lewd noises. his hands are still in your hair and you feel the euphoric sensation at every tug and pull. you feel your pussy constrict around his cock causing him to let out a guttural groan into your mouth and you feel oddly proud. 

“you’re so tight my love, ‘m gonna cum soon.”

the words have you becoming a desperate whore and you moan even louder, whining as you jut your hips towards his. “pleaseee, fill me up ken, w-want your cum inside my pussy, wanna carry your children, please f-fuckkk!”

nanami feels his thoughts melt away at your desperate pleas and he can’t refuse whatever his precious wife requests and he’s quickening his thrusts. he shoves his cock into your plushy pussy repeatedly, making a mess between your legs. it’s non stop as he chases his high. his fingers trail down to pinch your clit and you let out a breathy gasp. he continues to play with your sensitive bundle of nerves and your body writhes with pleasure. 

“fuck! ‘m cumming sweetheart, this pretty pussy’s gonna get filled so full with my cum, gonna fuck a baby into you and then you’re gonna be so big and swollen. can’t wait to see you glowing, want you to have my baby soo bad.”

his words urge you to your release and then you’re cumming all over his cock. your incessant sobs and moans fill the room as you feel yourself get pumped full of his cum. nanami grips onto your body as he slows his thrusts until he finally stops. you’re still in blissful euphoria from the sensation that you’ve just been blessed with when you feel his lips on your pussy.

“k-kento what are y-you doing?”

nanami looks up to you, lustful eyes meeting yours and you feel your pussy grow wet all over again. “gotta make sure you’re plugged full sweetheart.” and he resumes placing fluttering kisses against your folds leaving you to moan at his delicate gestures.

[sttoru]

‘your lover may not be the best in showing his affection for you, but when he does try, it’s always in the ways you least expect.’

☀︎｜tags. toji fushiguro x female reader. fluff, slight angst, suggestive. subtly implied age gap (reader early 20’s, toji early 30’s). size difference. mentions of hickeys. reader gets called ‘princess / little girl.’ based on an anon request.

“am home.” toji announces under his breath after locking the front door. he kicks his shoes off and makes a beeline towards your shared bedroom. as expected, you were there, body wrapped in a thick blanket to protect it from the recently cold temperatures.

you smile and toji’s fatigue becomes nonexistent. it was like he hadn’t just fought for his life for almost two hours straight — making money to quite literally survive. and to provide for you in the best way he could.

“ah, hi, babe! welcome hom—” your sentence was cut short by a heavy weight settling down atop your chest. toji’s body presses you back into the mattress, big hands instantly searching for their desired destination; that being your waist.

his warm breath - the heavy sigh that carried his worries - instantly softens the look in your eyes. it was this vulnerable side of your lover that you adored most. it wasn’t a sight you got to see often after all.

toji wordlessly attaches his lips to your exposed neck as he withdraws the blanket from your body. even though he has yet to utter a single word to you, his actions told you all, “missed you, toji.”

he mumbles something incoherent in response which you could guess were words of acknowledgement. you were ticklish, your skin tingling with every peck left by the dark-haired man whom you loved dearly.

“were ya waitin’ for me?” toji’s voice was muffled, his mouth busy kissing and sucking your skin. his rough fingers move under your clothes and run up to your shoulders—freeing them from the straps of your top.

you tilt your head to the right so he could gain more access to your skin. you didn’t protest nor said anything about toji’s sudden display of affection. you rub his back and allow a hum of satisfaction to escape your throat, “mhm. was waiting for you all night.”

your voice sounds like a soothing lullaby to the older man. a heavy breath leaves his lips and his sloppy kisses on your neck and shoulder blades abruptly come to a halt.

toji rests his head in the crook of your neck. the pad of his thumb travels up and down the marks he had left—his saliva subtly glistening under the light from the bedside lamp.

“tsk. i told ya not to stay up f’me, princess.” your lover grumbles with his tired eyes half-closed, fingers not stopping their rubbing motion, “but i guess there’s no point in tellin’ you that right now.”

toji still can’t understand why you go to great lengths to show your love for him. he’s a cold hearted assassin, a man whom is feared by many including his own clan and yet you love him unconditionally.

despite it all — he still appreciates the fact that you stay up to welcome him home. even if he may not directly show that said appreciation.

“‘i told ya not to stay up for me,’” you teasingly mimic toji’s deep voice and can only laugh at your own antics afterwards. however, a sudden pinch to your side makes you squirm and yelp. it didn’t stop there; toji took the opportunity whilst you were caged underneath him to remind you of who’s boss.

soon enough your high pitched squealing and broken giggles is all the noise that fills the room.

“whadd’ya say there, little girl?” toji grunts as he blocks your futile attempts to escape. he could see the tears gathering at the corners of your eyes, your body writhing around the best it could and your little hands trying desperately to push him away.

you shake your head and continuously apologise between loud giggles, vision blurry from the tears of joy. there’s a triumphant smirk on toji’s face once he notices how quickly you gave up your act of confidence, “heh, that’s what i thought.”

one of his hands gathers both of your wrists and effortlessly pins them above your head. with a grin, your lover kisses his way down to your neck again — this time being more passionate.

you take the chance to calm yourself down, chest still heaving with each breath. a pout forms on your lips, but was swiftly replaced by a content smile due to the giddy feeling in your chest.

it’s playful moments like these that remind you of the many reasons why you’ve fallen in love with a man like toji. to others, he might be nothing but a monster—a ruthless and cruel individual—but to you, he’s everything you need and vice versa.

toji’s lips were soft, yet lightly rough to the touch. they’re chapped from the cold temperature he had to withstand when he was outside. you felt bad; you had been laying in bed all night, wrapped up in multiple blankets whilst your lover was quietly suffering.

you know that if you tell toji your current worries, he’ll brush it off with a simple ‘tha’s just how it is’ or a ‘don’t worry ‘bout stuff like that’. still, you cannot help but be concerned about the way he easily disregards his own health.

“toji,” you call out his name as his kisses reach the curve of your breasts. the older man lifts his head in response, eyebrows slightly raised at the sound of his name leaving your lips.

you push down the lump in your throat. your warm hands cup his face and you could feel his stubble prickling your palms. you lower your gaze to the rest of his body — finally getting a good look at his worn out physique.

there were faint droplets of blood hidden right under the collar of his shirt. ones toji probably forgot to wipe away after his mission. his black shirt clings to his torso, the dark spots of sweat subtly evident and the small tears in the fabric proof of his hard work.

you could care less about the fact that toji hadn’t taken a shower before cuddling with you. the first thing he did when stepping into the apartment, was to search for you. that alone told you enough: he needed the comfort your presence brings him — he just didn’t know how to convey that message.

“kiss me.” you whisper and your lover immediately complies with zero hesitation; that’s exactly what he had waited for you to say. his lips crash down onto yours, his large hands hold you by your waist and his tongue brushes against yours like it was the first and last time you’d kiss.

toji’s breath hitches the moment he feels you tenderly scratch his arms with your nails. you always do that to calm his nerves after a stressful day—grazing the tips of your nails back and forth against his bare skin. and it works wonders each time.

“fuck,” the dark-haired man curses in a low tone. his grip tightens on your body and his lips detach from yours. you notice the look in his eyes once he opens them; the look of pure love for you, “i missed you so much — so fuckin’ much.”

you softly giggle at his passionate words and steal another kiss from him before settling back against the pillows. your hands travel upwards to play with his damp hair whilst your legs wrap around his waist.

toji gladly accepts your affection and settles down on top of your body again, careful not to completely crush you with his weight. his face was buried between your breasts, taking in the familiar scent of you which calms him down even more.

“i’m glad you’re back home.” you whisper lovingly whilst continuing to massage his scalp. your tired lover answers with a curt nod and a sigh — this time one of content instead of exhaustion.

“yeah, home.” toji wasn’t referring to your shared apartment. he was referring to you; his forever home. there was an overwhelming amount of love in his heart for you and only you.

if only he could properly express those feelings to you. if only he could express himself.