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[aavaia]

were going to ignore how I haven’t been here in like a month 🤓

[aavaia]

⚡︎ CW : explicit , sub!aki , aki crying (😇) , overstimulation , teasing / edging blah blah blah

Aki cries too easily.

You never would’ve thought that, not at first.

Not with the way he carries himself : aki represents sharp lines and cold silences, that quiet unreadable calm that makes people second guess their words. He always seems composed and measured... like, hes the type to hold eye contact without looking away first.

That’s why it’s so addictive seeing him like this : red faced and trembling — breathing in shallow and broken little gasps as he falls apart just for you.

Because no one else gets to see it.

Because it was true. He does cry too easily.

Like right now! sprawled out beneath you, his hair is messy and clinging to the sides of his face, cheeks flushed glistening from his sweat tears. His chest rises in shallow shaky breaths and every exhale sounds more like a whimper than air. Your hand is still wrapped around his cock, stroking him with a slow and cruel rhythm, the kind of rythem that makes him tremble… the kind that makes his voice catch in his throat as his hips try jerk away even as they buck toward you. he’s so sensitive… you haven’t even really done anything yet? Just a few teasing strokes, firm but unhurried, your thumb dragging across his overly sensitive tip just to watch him twitch.

His thighs are already trembling and his muscles tense every time your palm slides down his length and squeezes just right. His fingers dig instinctively into the sheets below him. His knuckles going white as if he can ground himself there. He’s trying so, so hard to be quiet. His teeth are gritted, his jaw’s locked and his lips are parting around nothing but broken breaths. But his body betrays him. Every little sound he tries to hold back comes out in gasps and half sobs as tiny helpless noises punch out of his chest with each stroke.

You feel him tense all over, like he’s fighting it, like he knows he’s close but he doesn’t want to cross that line without permission from you.

“Please…please can I cum? I can’t hold it anymore, I — fuck, please y/n…”

You don’t stop your hand though, not even to slow down. You only tilt your head a little to the side, watching his lashes flutter while you hum. Like you’re thinking about it. Because he knows he’s only allowed to fall apart if you let him. “Please…” he chokes again, a little louder this time. “Please y/n I’ve been, I’ve been good, I’ve been so good for you — ”

And the sound he makes when you do sounds so sacred. His whole body jolts, head falling back, breathing so heavy you can see as the air spills out of his lungs; as his cum spills into your hand. Thick, hot and messy. He cums hard, maybe a little too hard… his legs are shaking and his fingers are clawing at the sheets, eyes squeezed shut as if to stop the tears slipping down his cheeks.

“Thank you” he breathes out, almost delirious. “Thank you thank you thank you, I love you, I love you — fuck — I love you…so much.”

But he doesn’t pull away. He can’t. Not when you’re still touching him. Not when he’s still crying. Not when you’re still there to catch every tear.

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⚡︎ CW : explicit , oral fem!recieving , Armin being a nerd except maybe a little bit too educated in this field…

“wait…” you breathe out, realistically though you didn’t want him to wait… not really.

“You don’t have to um… guide me”

Armin murmurs; breath stuttering as his lips press soft tentative kisses to your inner thigh. “I’ve uh. done research… kinda...” He’s already on his knees between your thighs, soft curls brushing the softness of your skin as he adjusts your skirt like he’s handling a rare manuscript.

You don’t even remember how he managed to get your legs over his shoulders. One second he was shyly fumbling with his glasses after you joked about how you “bet that tongue ring isn’t just for kissing”and now?

Now… you’re biting your fist in his bed while he moans into your cunt like he’s starving for it. Except he’s not entirely smooth, not at first. his movements are a little eager and messy, like he’s trying to remember everything hes seen online. you can feel his nervousness in the way his fingers twitch against your legs; every time you make a sound his whole face goes pink. But he doesn’t stop.

The metal ball of his piercing glides over your clit with a precision that’s definitely not accidental. He’s been studying, maybe not bookwise… and from the way his eyes flicker up through his glasses; slightly fogged, and cheeks flushed… you know he’s proud of himself for making you look this dumb.

You didn’t expect him to have one. You thought it was just some quiet nerd quirk. but now…? You’re starting to think maybe this is why he got it. Maybe he’s been waiting to do this. Or maybe hes always been this filthy underneath the his quietness and AP calculus notes.

“Fuck… Armin” you gasp; thighs twitching around him. but he only holds you tighter — as if he’s not ready to let you go just yet.

His finger tips dig into your thighs, hard enough to leave faint crescent shaped marks as if he’s trying to memorize you through pressure alone. grounding you as he buries his tongue between your folds. He holds you open, wide and trembling. not with confidence, but with panic — like some part of him still can’t believe he has you like this; terrified youll close up before he gets to taste every part of you. his tongue drags along your folds like he’s underlining every sensitive spot. Over and over. rhythmic. methodical. almost academic.

you half expect him to pull back and explain the science behind how good he’s making you feel, but he doesn’t stop to gloat. He just eats. messy, reverent and greedy.

And now? now all you can think about is when the fuck this nerd boy with a Tolkien tote bag learn to do this with his mouth.

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⚡︎ “If I moved my hand a little lower, like this. would you stop me?”

Cat got your tongue? No, he stole it. Along with the breath in your lungs, the strength in your knees, and whatever shred of dignity you had left.

SATORU GOJO had his eyes buried into yours like he was trying to see straight through you, digging past skin and bone, right into the place where you kept the things you didn’t say out loud. His hands? Well… you didn’t know how to answer that — his question, I mean. Because by the time his fingertips trailed down the dip of your waist, you weren’t really thinking in full sentences anymore. Just scattered words and the aching pulse of your heartbeat, thrumming against your ribs like it wanted out.

It didn’t matter what you might’ve said anyway. he wasn’t waiting for permission. Never had. His touch kept sliding, lower, slower, skimming the edge of your hip like he was drawing a line he knew you’d never cross on your own. So he’d do it for you.

And you? You had your back pinned against the wall, heat pressed against heat, your bodies closer than physics should’ve been able to allow. So close you couldn’t tell whose heartbeat was whose; so close that every shaky inhale you took was one he gave you.

Tension? Thick. Starved. The kind of tension that wrapped around your throat and tugged, just enough to make you feel it, just enough to make your lips part on instinct.

“Are you gonna answer me pretty?” His voice cut through the the silence like a blade wrapped in velvet — low, amused… and almost bored; if it weren’t for the way his eyes were eating you alive. “or just stand there lookin’ all needy?” Pale lashes half lowered, head tilted just lightly. He has that kind of lazy menace to him, like a man who knows exactly how dangerous he is and doesn’t mind abusing it. as if he was studying you. No…devouring you. Like he already owned every reaction you hadn’t meant to give him.

And maybe he did.

His touch kept sliding, dipping just beneath the curve of the top of your inner thigh, knuckles brushing close enough to set your nerves on fire. It was like he was flipping through a book he’s read a thousand times but never gets tired of. You? You’re caught somewhere between a gasp and a warning, and neither sound even remotely makes it out of your throat.

“Hm.” he hums, leaning in, lips close enough to brush if you even think too hard. “Thought so.”

His mouth twitched, like he knew something you didn’t. And the worst part? You were letting him have it, all of it.

… ©aavaia2025

[aavaia]

got increasingly giddy as I read your music taste I think we need to kiss

LMAO😭 I think this what they refer to as fate 😉😉

[aavaia]

DÊIRÈ | RÆ / ᴅᴇʜ'(ᴢ)ʀᴀʏ / nineteen / introvert

You can just call me RAE i know my name is complicated lol

Itoshi Sae + Oikawa Toru’s girl, occasionally owned by Kaiser Michael. If im feeling different.

DEAN BLUNT / alt-J / Tokio Hotel / RadioHead / Deftones / Sign Crushes Motorist / Phantogram / MCR / Evanescence / MGMT / Whirr

[aavaia]

ʏօʊ ǟʀɛ ʀɛֆքօռֆɨɮʟɛ ʄօʀ ȶɦɛ ƈօռȶɛռȶ ʏօʊ ƈօռֆʊʍɛ !

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I write fem!reader, gn!reader, and occasionally character x character if i feel like it. I keep readers as ambiguous as possible unless otherwise noted.

explicit / suggestive themes WILL pop up. I’ll always tag warnings properly. If you don’t read warnings and get upset that’s not on me.

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requests: open (sometimes)

Be specific “Character + vibe/idea��� is fine , I reserve the right to decline anything that’s not my style or makes me uncomfortable , I don’t beta-read asks. If you send something messy I’ll try, but if I can’t understand it, I won’t answer, no AI requests; be original.

NO ; Incest, non-con , anything involving real life figures, Poo, vomit, beast, babyplay, extreme gore.

This blog is for fun.

I’m not your therapist, I’m not your vent diary, and I’m definitely not your mom.

Play nice, respect the rules, and we’ll get along just fine.

[aavaia]

ハイキュー!! • HAIKYUU

Explicit content is marked with - ☣︎

tba . . .

… ©aavaia2025

[aavaia]

ブルーロック • BLUE LOCK

Explicit content is marked with - ☣︎

tba . . .

… ©aavaia2025

[aavaia]

呪術廻戦 • JUJUTSU KAISEN

Explicit content is marked with - ☣︎

SATORU GOJO

☣︎ If I moved my hand a little lower, like this. would you stop me?

tba . . .

… ©aavaia2025

[aavaia]

… 呪術廻戦 (JJK)

… ブルーロック (BLLK)

… ハイキュー!! (HAIKYU)

… 進撃の巨人 (AOT)

… チェンソーマン (CSM)

… ©aavaia2025

[aavaia]

⚡︎ “If I moved my hand a little lower, like this. would you stop me?”

Cat got your tongue? No, he stole it. Along with the breath in your lungs, the strength in your knees, and whatever shred of dignity you had left.

SATORU GOJO had his eyes buried into yours like he was trying to see straight through you, digging past skin and bone, right into the place where you kept the things you didn’t say out loud. His hands? Well… you didn’t know how to answer that — his question, I mean. Because by the time his fingertips trailed down the dip of your waist, you weren’t really thinking in full sentences anymore. Just scattered words and the aching pulse of your heartbeat, thrumming against your ribs like it wanted out.

It didn’t matter what you might’ve said anyway. he wasn’t waiting for permission. Never had. His touch kept sliding, lower, slower, skimming the edge of your hip like he was drawing a line he knew you’d never cross on your own. So he’d do it for you.

And you? You had your back pinned against the wall, heat pressed against heat, your bodies closer than physics should’ve been able to allow. So close you couldn’t tell whose heartbeat was whose; so close that every shaky inhale you took was one he gave you.

Tension? Thick. Starved. The kind of tension that wrapped around your throat and tugged, just enough to make you feel it, just enough to make your lips part on instinct.

“Are you gonna answer me pretty?” His voice cut through the the silence like a blade wrapped in velvet — low, amused… and almost bored; if it weren’t for the way his eyes were eating you alive. “or just stand there lookin’ all needy?” Pale lashes half lowered, head tilted just lightly. He has that kind of lazy menace to him, like a man who knows exactly how dangerous he is and doesn’t mind abusing it. as if he was studying you. No…devouring you. Like he already owned every reaction you hadn’t meant to give him.

And maybe he did.

His touch kept sliding, dipping just beneath the curve of the top of your inner thigh, knuckles brushing close enough to set your nerves on fire. It was like he was flipping through a book he’s read a thousand times but never gets tired of. You? You’re caught somewhere between a gasp and a warning, and neither sound even remotely makes it out of your throat.

“Hm.” he hums, leaning in, lips close enough to brush if you even think too hard. “Thought so.”

His mouth twitched, like he knew something you didn’t. And the worst part? You were letting him have it, all of it.

… ©aavaia2025

[aavaia]

AND ILL SHOW YOU HEAVEN IF YOU LET ME.

DÊIRÈ | RÆ / ᴅᴇʜ'(ᴢ)ʀᴀʏ / ninteen

proper name .. place name .. backstory stuff …

… ©aavaia2025