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Jason Todd who loves when you remind him that he's alive. Loves when you press your hand over his chest when you're lying in bed with him, listening to the steady beat of his heart and tapping it with your fingers against his skin. Loves when you rip open the curtains in the morning to let the city light in, letting him sit there and soak up the heat, reminding him that he's still alive to feel the sun.

Jason Todd who reminds you that he's still alive when he comes home late, bleeding and bruised. Who sits with you on the red stained tiles of the bathroom floor, pressing your hand against his chest and tapping out the rhythm of his heartbeat for you, just to remind you that he's still alive.

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Remus Lupin who loves just existing in the same space as you. Wants to sit next to you on the couch while you both read whatever novel you've just gotten, loves when a part of it is so good that you have to put it down and tap him on the arm, interrupting the quiet to talk about it. Loves when you ask him about his, in turn, watching him as he flips through pages and tells you what he thinks.

Remus Lupin who loves how small and domestic it is, how much you listen to him, how much you talk to him. He just loves you and the life that you've built together.

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James Potter who has those beautiful big brown eyes and knows how to use them. Tries to coax you out of bed early on a weekend so that you can sit on the kitchen counter next to him while he makes the two of you breakfast. Kneels down next to the bed and props his chin in his hands so that he can try to convince you, his lips downturned and those eyes of his big and pleading as he tells you about how he loves you and how he just wants to spend all his time with you. Bats his eyes and flutters his lashes and knows that he has you when you sigh and reach out to him from under the blankets.

James Potter who grins and coos and hauls you up into his arms because he knows that you love him and that, really, you'd give him anything he wants when he looks at you like that.

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ok expanding on this poly satosugu hollywood au that I mentioned but,,,

the three of you meeting as awkward little art kids in university and crashing in each other's dorms and studying together. all of you having these big lofty dreams that you're sure will never come true, but it's nice to dream together. gojo tells you about how he's going to become a famous actor, and geto talks about how he'll be a cinematographer, and you promise to keep in touch when you're a successful director.

you and geto helping gojo rehearse lines before performances. geto recording screen tests for him. gojo acting out your scenes so you can make sure they're well written. just the three of you falling in love with art and life and your futures (and one another, hopelessly)

and then the three of you sticking together after school because it's hard to make it in this industry (and because you're all desperately in love) and it's nice to have someone to lean on and something to fall back on

and then finally making it !! becoming hollywood's favourite throuple. gojo talking about how he only wants to play characters that you've written because no one gets it like you do. geto talking about how he only wants to film gojo because no one looks like he does or has the presence that he does. you talking about how you only want geto to shoot your movies because no one has his eyes and no one understands what you're after like he does. and the three of you just dominating the industry together

I also think the sex tapes you three could make with all those skills put to use in your big luxury hollywood home would go crazy, but that's probably a different conversation

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Kim Taehyung who's the kind of boyfriend to sit you down and flip through a collection of jazz vinyls to put something slow on and then stand in his kitchen explaining like seventeen different bottles of wine to you until he gets to the one you like so that he can learn your preferences and remember them for the rest of his life and that's his idea of a date night

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Jeon Jeongguk who uuuuuuuuuh

who's the kind of boyfriend who fucks you from behind in a headlock in front of your bathroom mirror so you can see his pretty pretty tattoos

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save me satosugu hollywood au,,,,, satosugu hollywood au save me,,, anyway nsfw below the cut but I don't know why I'm so obsessed with this

"You're not looking at the camera, baby," you remind Satoru sweetly, and he keeps his head tipped back against the back of the couch as his hips buck up into your hand.

"How can you even tell from down there?" he asks airily, and you tighten your grip on his cock, unmoving, watching as his hips jerk up and he fucks himself into your hand.

"Director's eye," you say easily. "I didn't know you were this bad at following direction."

"Yes you did," Suguru says evenly, sitting on the coffee table and watching the spectacle through his phone screen, palming himself through his sweatpants as he speaks. "He never listens to you."

"Not - true," Satoru breathes, his words halting as you press a kiss to his tip, licking up a bead of precum.

"No, it's true," you muse easily, continuing a trail of sloppy kisses down his length. He groans, a hand wrapping around your wrist and holding you steady as he fucks himself into your hand faster.

"Pushover," Suguru scolds you, still watching the live recording as you kneel a bit straighter and watch Satoru begin to come apart.

"But doesn't he look pretty like this?" you muse as you watch him. Suguru scoffs from where he sits behind you, one of his hands reaching to grab your hair and yank.

"I thought I was supposed to be in charge?" you ask mildly, but there's a wavering sort of quality to your voice now as Suguru keeps his grip firm, urging you forward and towards Satoru's cock.

"On set? Always, baby," Suguru says, voice level. "But I think you might need some help here, yea?"

You shake your hand out of Satoru's grip, and he makes a keening sort of noise as he's suddenly left untouched.

"Don't look so put out," Suguru says kindly, keeping a tight grip on your hair as you brace your hands on Satoru's thighs and take him into your mouth, letting him buck his hips up until the head of his cock hits the back of your throat.

"See?" Suguru continues, guiding your movements, still watching through the phone screen. "I think you'll like this part very much."

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does anyone want to hear abt my poly satosugu hollywood au