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[Independent RP-blog for Yuuga Aoyama from BNHA. Multiship, multiverse, and NSFW-friendly. Not spoiler free! Open to canons, OCs, duplicates, and AU-versions alike. Like/reblog if you’re interested in interacting!]
MOVED TO NEW BLOG
Nothing’s changed, just moved to a new blog. Same theme, same rules, same relationships. This one will still be around as an archive, but any new (and old) interactions will happen on the new blog!
MOVED TO NEW BLOG
Nothing’s changed, just moved to a new blog. Same theme, same rules, same relationships. This one will still be around as an archive, but any new (and old) interactions will happen on the new blog!
MOVED TO NEW BLOG
Nothing’s changed, just moved to a new blog. Same theme, same rules, same relationships. This one will still be around as an archive, but any new (and old) interactions will happen on the new blog!
MOVED TO NEW BLOG
Nothing’s changed, just moved to a new blog. Same theme, same rules, same relationships. This one will still be around as an archive, but any new (and old) interactions will happen on the new blog!
MOVED TO NEW BLOG
Nothing’s changed, just moved to a new blog. Same theme, same rules, same relationships. This one will still be around as an archive, but any new (and old) interactions will happen on the new blog!
Christmas Mistletoe.
Reblog and see who leaves you a kiss in your ask box.
...Oh no.
He really messed up, didn’t he? If he’d just thought a little further, beyond the terror of the possibility of being found out, he would’ve realized that coming here would be ( had been ) a horrible, awful, disastrous idea.
What...should he do? Was there anything he could do?
I hope all of you have a wonderful Christmas!!!✨🎄
Have some holiday Aoyama and Midoriya☺️
&. 𝐡𝐢𝐭 ‘𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( more angst to devastate your writing partners. metaphorically. )
❛ you’re a weapon, and weapons don’t weep. ❜
❛ you can’t save everyone. ❜
❛ it should have been you. ❜
❛ did i do good? ❜
❛ i’m sorry that i can’t save you. ❜
❛ wait for me, will you? ❜
❛ i can’t lose you again! ❜
❛ you were dead, i saw you die. ❜
❛ we won’t forget each other, right? ❜
❛ i’m real. i’m here. ❜
❛ you already know how this will end. ❜
❛ it’s always my fault, isn’t it? ❜
❛ i don’t want to go. ❜
❛ can you remember how you died? ❜
❛ i love you, but you’re not mine. ❜
❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜
❛ i didn’t ask to get made. ❜
❛ you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you. ❜
❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜
❛ is it really you? ❜
❛ their blood is on your hands. ❜
❛ it would have been better to die. ❜
❛ i’m not ready to lose you yet. ❜
❛ i wish i met you sooner. ❜
❛ let’s just stay here. grow old. ❜
❛ you’re the first friend i ever had. ❜
❛ i told you not to fall in love with me. ❜
❛ you always push people away. i just thought you’d never do it to me. ❜
❛ everyone i’ve cared about has either died of left me. except for you. ❜
❛ i know i have a heart because i can feel it breaking. ❜
❛ they’re not coming back. ❜
❛ i’m sorry, have we met? ❜
❛ in my dreams, we’re still together. ❜
❛ you’re the one good thing left in this world. ❜
❛ i hate the way that i don’t hate you. ❜
❛ it’s okay. you can let go. ❜
❛ you mean nothing to me. ❜
❛ we’re on our own now. ❜
❛ you can’t kill me, i’m not alive. ❜
❛ it wasn’t supposed to end like this. ❜
❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜
❛ we’ll see each other again. ❜
❛ there’s nothing you could have done. ❜
❛ we did it. we won. ❜
❛ let’s not go back. not ever. ❜
❛ thanks for playing with me. ❜
❛ why does it feel like this is goodbye? ❜
This image of Aoyama feeling sick on the way to training camp really hits different now.
He knew what was gonna happen, and he heard everyone on the bus have fun and talk about how excited they were, knowing he was the reason they would be hurt.
chaoticxgays:
“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!”
Izuku all but shouted when he heard Yuuga reply. He knew the other felt like shit, but he was determined to change that.
“You’re not bad! You never were! I know more than anyone how you feel! Growing up different was hell for me! What you did was bad but you aren’t! You were forced to do everything! I know for a fact you would never do any of that because you wanted too….You’re not a scumbag villain….You’re a hero. A villain doesn’t feel bad about the stuff they do. But what you did is tearing you apart. And that’s good because that means you’re good! You have always been good! And you always will be!”
“I c-could’ve killed you!” He choked out, hands grabbing at his own hair, pulling at it until his scalp hurt. “At USJ, the training camp, you could’ve d-died and-- and it would’ve b-been my fault! And All Might, Bakugou-- i-if I hadn’t told All for One, then what happened at Kamino...”
Aah, maybe it was a terrible idea to talk about AFO and his orders. They still didn’t know if he’d been ‘rigged’ like Lady Nagant. But...
“D-did you know? When...when you returned to UA, I-I got a new order. T-to get you alone somewhere. If Hagakure a-and you hadn’t caught me, I...I might’ve--!” He shook his head violently, turning red-rimmed, glassy, guilty, self-loathing blue eyes towards Izuku. “What-- what k-kind of person would do that t-to their own b-- b-boyfriend besides a scumbag villain?!”
spicy first time prompts
18+ prompts. Minors dni
“ you're so beautiful. “ “ i look disgusting. “ “ no. you're beautiful. “
“ you're... wow. “
“ you know, when you said you were good at sex... thought you were being cocky. “
“ you did great. “ “ thanks. “
“ you sure you're ready? “
“ actually, i can't wait to have sex with you. “
“ you sure you're a virgin? because you sure know what you're doing... “
“ a virgin from Virginia? “ “ that's not even remotely funny. seriously. “
“ tonight is about you. i want to make it memorable. “
“ how far do you want to go tonight? “
“ if it's any consolation... i'm glad it's with you. “
“ i told you, tonight is about you. you don't owe me anything. “
“ you're safe with me, you know that right? “
“ we're not going too fast? “ “ quite the opposite, actually. we’re going too slow. “
“ i can't touch that thing. “ “ it doesn't bite. promise. “
“ i think we've waited long enough. “
“ i want you. all of you. tonight. “
“ you're the best one i've ever had. “ “ i'm the only one you've had. “ “ exactly. “
“ are you sure you want to do this? “
“ comments? suggestions? “ [pause] “ speechless? even better. “
“ use your fingers. “ “ seriously? “
“ i'm not touching it. should i touch it? “
“ you have more experience than me. “ “ so bend over. “
“ you haven't had sex in god knows how long, and you think i'm gonna shove that thing inside you first thing i do? “
“ i'm not scared of having sex, it's more of... that, thing, being inside me. “
“ god, i'm such a prude... “
“ you can say dick, you know. “
“ i need to process what the fuck just happened... “
“ was that sex? “ “ i think so, yeah. “
“ don't treat me like a virgin. “
“ i just want to get this over and done with. “
“ that was great. but i think i need more practice. you know, just to be sure. “
“ tonight, i'll take care of you. tomorrow, we'll fight for control. “
“ i don't want this to be a planned thing. i want it to happen naturally. “
“ unless you give me a clear answer, i'm not touching you. do you want this or not? “
HE JUST NEEDS A BREAK!! LEAVE MON CHÉRI ALONE!!!
chaoticxgays:
“Yuuga?…” Izuku’s voice was soft. He grew silent, hoping for a response. But none was given. And he felt his heart sink. He sighed softly before he sat down before the blonds cell. Right on the floor, legs crossed. He’ll stay as long as he needs to.
The soft sound of his forehead hitting the cell gently echoed in the still air. “I love you, Yuuga Aoyama. Nothing will ever change that.” He said softly as the tears rolled down his boyfriend turned away face. “You could stab me through the heart slowly, and I’ll still love you. Until my dying breath.”
No.
Stop.
A sob, a keen, desperate and pained, tore from the blond’s throat, and he finally raised his head and turned to look at Izuku. His vision blurred with tears and each attempt to blink them away only sent them cascading down his cheeks, again and again, the soft words spoken by the person he loved more than anything only further tearing the shattered pieces of his heart apart.
“D-don’t--” Yuuga hiccuped, cried, shaking his head. “Don’t say that. Y-you shouldn’t! A-a-after everything I d-did, how can you-- how c-can you still...?”
Harass my muse with questions about their relationships, their past, their future or anything else you’ve always wanted to know but never asked.
Make them question their actions or decisions, or think about things they’ve never considered before.
UNDERRATED AFFECTIONATE GESTURES: PART TWO
part one
send one for your muse (the sender) to do to my muse (the receiver) and add + to reserve the roles!
(bridal) — to pick up my muse bridal style, literally sweeping them off their feet
(piggyback) — to give my muse a piggyback ride
(side) — to give my muse a hug from the side
(wink) — to give my muse an affectionate wink
(neck) — to kiss my muse’s neck
(chest) — to bury your muse’s head in my muse’s chest
(shoulder) — to rest your muse’s head on my muse’s shoulder
(stroke) — to gently stroke my muse’s cheek
(lap) — to pull my muse into your muse’s lap
(hair) — to run your muse’s fingers through my muse’s hair
(wipe) — to wipe my muse’s tears away
(love) — to tell my muse that your muse loves them
