filth teaches filth

victoria / they, she, him / 23 / hq + bnha + jjk + bllk + bsd / minors dni

[saintshigaraki]

↳ “𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃? 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓?” - 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄

MASTERLIST  +  WIPS  +  BYF/DNI AND RULES BEFORE SUGGESTING  +  TAGS 

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT + this blog will contain dark content tagged yandere tw

⇥ hi! i’m victoria <3 

⇥ 23 years old

⇥ i use they/she/he pronouns and i am okay with any gendered terms!

⇥ my favorite bnha characters are dabi, bakugou, shigaraki, shinsou, and aizawa. my favorite hq characters are ushijima, tendou, kyoutani, aone, oikawa, iwaizumi, kuroo, and kita. my favorite jjk characters are nanami and choso. and my favorite bsd characters are fukuzawa, chuuya, atsushi, fyodor, and dazai

RECENT WORKS 

one day we’ll reveal the truth (that one will die before he gets there) dabi x f!reader (nsfw)

here, in the morning light, is where we’ll bare our souls (ushijima wakatoshi x reader)

the sun has not yet fallen (bakugou katsuki x reader)

these are hard times for dreamers (yandere nanami kento x f!reader)

⇥ suggestions are always open. sometimes it’ll take me a few days to respond but eventually i do answer every ask i get! i’m never ignoring you <3 

find me on bluesky <3

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what’s on his mind…

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dekus fingers cant go anywhere near me bc i will bite them hard

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once againnnn thinking about that idea we volleyed back and forth about barou leaving reader behind 1 time for an away game and then never again bc you did not handle it well <3

another soppy self indulgent barou fic. 1.7k.

i hope u dont mind! i am using you as an excuse to practice writing something in google docs and posting it without it being perfect:) anyways yes it is the last time you are ever home alone from a game:) tw alcohol consumption

“Barou, you comin’ out with us?” Aiku asks, snapping his towel at the other man as he passes in the locker room. 

Shouei looks over from where he’s brushing his teeth in the sink. He shakes his head, then spits, speaking with white Synsodyne at the corners of his lips. “No, never.” 

“Aw, shame! We need our Eeyore!” Oliver laughs, heading over to his bag, shower shoes flipping against the tile floor. 

Shouei rolls his eyes and finishes up his routine. He can do a face mask back at the hotel, you packed him this new one to try that has a pearl on the cover of the packet. Face mask, room service, flipping through the cable… a perfect night that could only be made better by your being with him. But you had your writer’s group, and it was good for you to not skip those. 

Dressed, Shouei leaves the locker room before all of his teammates. He takes public transport back to the hotel they’re staying at, heads up to his room… Once there, he orders surf and turf off the room service menu and a salad, then showers again. He cozies up in his face mask and hotel robe, brings his room service in. 

He types out a quick text to you, a little surprised to see that you hadn’t texted him since the ‘good luck!’ message before the game. 

-Missing you. Are you still up? 

It’s a bit off putting that you don’t respond immediately. However, it is past eight and when he’s home and you’re on your routine, there are no phones. He waits all night for you to text him back, and falls asleep disappointed, if not comforted by the fact that you were sticking to your routine. Tomorrow, he’d get a text around ten after you finish your morning pages and yoga flow and cup of coffee…

It’s the plane. The wifi isn’t working on the plane, that has to be it– even if Aiku is next to him gleefully switching between dating apps and talking to potential hookups. Disgusting. Shouei tries to busy himself with reading his book, but he can’t focus. He keeps opening his text thread with you, thinking that he just missed your message. 

Then a message comes through from his sister. Unease churns in Shouei’s stomach as he opens the message. 

do u have a present 4 mom-

-Yes. She’s getting a new mahjong set and a set of murder mystery novels. 

ur da best xoxoxo-

He drives home from the airport, waiting for a notification to pop up on his Carplay that you texted him, to interrupt his music. He parks his car in his designated spot, then heads up to his penthouse. 

All the lights are out, and you’re nowhere to be found. Frowning, he heads into the bedroom, where there is a distinctive lump on your side of the bed. He drops his luggage, expecting you to pop your head up at the thud. 

Instead, there’s a disgruntled groan. 

“Lovely?” Shouei asks, coming over to your side and crouching down. Just the top of your face, nose up, is visible. “What’s wrong?” 

There’s a trashcan beside you that’s filled with vomit, mostly bile. Shouei pinches his brows together in worry. 

“Feel bad,” you mumble. 

“I see.” He leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead. He pauses as he pulls away, leaning back in to give you another kiss, taking a moment to inhale. “Have you eaten anything today?” 

You shake your head. 

“Drink some water?” 

You nod. “I had one of your electrolyte things.” 

Shouei nods. He reaches out to rub the top of your head, then presses another kiss to your head. 

In the kitchen, Shouei fixes you a cup of tea. While he throws out the packaging, he does put on a cleaning glove and digs through the trashcan. He catches a glimpse of a copper cap, and pulls out the offending bottle. The tea steeps as he stews, vodka bottle in his hand. It’s only 375 milliliters– but he doesn’t think there was anyone over. There’s no one in your circle that would let you drink. 

Shouei’s jaw clicks from how hard he’s clenching it. He slides his tongue between his molars to release the tension. He sighs and puts the bottle in the recycling, then assembles you a few things to snack on. A pickle, some crackers. Nothing heavy. 

He reenters the bedroom, and you haven’t moved. Shouei sets the plate down on the nightstand, along with the mug. 

“Tea’s hot, give it a second to cool down,” he says softly. “I’m going to take a shower, do you want to come with me while it cools?” 

You groan. 

“I think you’ll feel better after a shower,” Shouei says. 

You shake your head and burrow deeper into the blankets. Shouei leaves you, no forehead kiss, and heads into the bathroom. His shower is surgical, scrubbing the plane from him. It’s the same routine as always: shampoo, conditioner– claw clip while the conditioner sets– antibacterial soap, exfoliating glove, moisturizing bar, then cold water and he flips his hair forward to rise out the conditioner so it doesn’t run down his back. 

He steps out and dries off, moisturizes with lotion, slides into his slippers and wraps a towel around his waist while he pads out to the bedroom. The duvet is down a little, and you lay on your back staring at the ceiling with it resting at your waist. You don’t look at him as he puts on pyjamas. 

The towel goes in the towel-specific hamper and he climbs in bed beside you, but doesn’t get under the covers. He gently caresses your face, over your clammy skin. 

“Lets sit up and drink our tea,” Shouei encourages, reaching over you for the mug. You oblige him, sitting up and taking the drink from him and having a tiny sip. 

It does feel good. You sip and Shouei watches you intently. 

“I brought you a pickle and some crackers,” he adds. “Maybe we have soup tonight?” 

You groan. “I’m not hungry.” 

“You’ve been vomiting, you need to put something in your stomach,” Shouei chides. 

You grunt into the tea. 

Shouei orders in coconut soup for you from a nearby Thai restaurant, getting some heartier food for himself and for you to have later when your appetite returns. You watch a slow movie on the couch, drink lots of water between bites, and have a few nibbles of Shouei’s curry. 

Nausea still clings to you the next day. It’s not until the following that you’re eating again and feeling somewhat like yourself. Shouei coaxes you out of bed for a walk, only to have you return and immediately collapse on the couch, falling back asleep in your workout clothes. 

When you’re yourself again, happily reading on the couch and snacking away on a little platter you put together, Shouei bites at the opportunity. He sits down beside you on the couch, resting his hand on your thigh. You place your own over his and finish up your paragraph before looking over at him. 

“Hi, baby,” you say with a smile. 

“Hi, lovely,” Shouei returns, the smallest smile on his lips. “Can we talk? I’m not mad at you.” 

All the blood drains from your face as dread creeps over you. Your lips open and close like a fish out of water, and you feel like you can’t breathe. You swallow thickly. 

“A-about what?” 

“The other day.” Shouei says. “When I was in Croatia.” 

You bite your bottom lip, taking it entirely between your teeth in worry. 

Shouei rubs his hand over your thigh, then takes your hand in his, squeezing it. “I’m not mad,” he restates. He places his other hand on his chest. “I’m concerned.” 

Tears start to collect behind your eyes and you let out a little whimper. “I don’t want to talk about it,” you whisper. 

“I think we need to.” 

You shake your head as your face falls to the mercy of your frown. “N-no. I think it’s okay. I’m okay now, Shouei, I’m okay–”

“Are you?” 

Another whimper. You nod, but it doesn’t feel like you mean it. Are you okay? Not now, not with this conversation. 

Shouei exhales, clenching his jaw for a moment as he looks down. Then, he looks back at you. “So you know why I’m concerned.” 

After a beat of hesitation, you nod. 

“That’s a lot of alcohol,” Shouei states. “What happened?” 

You shrug, avoiding eye contact with him. 

“Lovely, I need to know so it doesn’t happen again,” Shouei says, dipping his head to follow the direction of yours. “I’m not mad.” 

“‘M embarrassed,” you admit. 

“I know,” he says softly. He’s still holding your hand. You haven’t pulled away. “I just want to help, but I can’t ignore what happened.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because I care about you. And sometimes we have to have difficult conversations.” 

You bring your hand up to quickly wipe away the tears that begin to fall. Shouei desperately wants to pull you against his chest, soothe you, but he knows that once your face makes contact with his chest or the crook of his neck, you’ll dissolve into a puddle and there will be no more conversations to be had for the evening. 

“Did something happen? Was it something on TV, or in a book?” He tries. 

You shake your head. “I just– I could.” 

Shouei furrows his brows. “I don’t understand.” 

You wet your lips and screw up your face, wiping at your nose. Shouei reaches for the tissues on the table and offers you the box, which you accept a tissue from. 

“I just, I just could. You weren’t here so I just– I was on my walk and I passed a store and I got some and came home and… yeah. I just could.” Your sentence descends in an unconfident mumble. 

When Shouei doesn’t respond immediately, you tack on: “I thought I’d be okay before you came back.” 

Shoeui regards you with concern printed on his face. “Okay, lovely,” he says softly, gently tugging you to rest your head against his chest. He cups the back of your head; you tremble first before erupting into a fit of tears. He presses a kiss against your hair, which smells like you and ginseng. 

“Okay, lovely,” he repeats. “Let it all out, I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” 

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jing yuan posting on the clock it’s what he would have wanted

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your life with jing yuan is so goooooood easy and luxurious and full of pleasure. he likes it best when you laze about all day and you look all sleepy when he slips through the front door

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love the thought of telling jing yuan i’d DIE at any minor inconvenience bc he would indulge me every time

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telling jing yuan my nose is cold and i have to warm it in his armpit otherwise ill DIE….

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GENERAL JING YUAN ➸ Idle animations.

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what if im emotionally unregulated BUT i am very stubbornly independent and trying incredibly hard to pass for normal

dekus going to eat you alive i fear

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if you’re emotionally unregulated STAY AWAY FROM DEKU!! you will end up in his BASEMENT!

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which character do i want to obsess over tonight and post 10 things about in a row in a horny lust filled frenzy...

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im guessing reo comes right after noel on that scale?

ohh hell yeah if noel is 1 on the scale then reo is 1.25

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the scale of how often a bllk yan lets you outside goes from noel to kaiser

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does kaiser let you have outdoor enrichment time ever

actuallyyyyyyy kaiser is one of the bllk yanderes that takes you out the most. he lovesssssssssss showing you off

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i never judge patients ever for the way they pronounce medications bc the way i pronounced nifedipine when i first saw it should have gotten me locked behind bars for life

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still love alicent and she will forever remain the character of all time ranking in my heart