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[graveposting]

me when

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the brainworms-

[dr-lizortecho]

“Liz,” Alex gives her a sharp look, “the jello is enough.”

“Are you sure?” She asks, that little furrow between her brows deepening.

Kyle rolls his eyes, “he’s gonna be just fine. According to our tests, he’s pretty much back to normal.”

“Did you figure out what caused it?” Alex asks, scooping up a glob of green jello with the obscenely tiny spoon.

Kyle tries not to stare as he eats the jiggly substance, his blood sugar levels probably needed it after all.

“No,” Liz answers easily, “as far as we can tell there’s traces of something alien, but- your body’s removing it so quickly we can’t really get a good look at what.”

“So,” Kyle smiles tapping Alex’s shoulder with his clipboard, “you’re on for that wedding after all.”

“I can’t believe I had to get cleared by my doctor,” Alex mutters.

“Hey,” Kyle gives him a sharp look. “Maybe don’t get sucked into sinkholes and random ass pocket dimensions.”

Alex chuckles, “yeah, well we can’t all be perfect.”

[chanrizard]

:]

[widodiangelo]

the fics aren't enough i need nico di angelo content injected directly into my veins

[milo-the-professional-yapper]

Does anyone know if there are- like- any good Overlord!Husk x Angel Dust AU fics?

Because I literally need that shit injected directly into my veins rn. I saw one comic and I’m kind of obsessed with the idea, but I can’t really write for shit and my brief research has yielded no results.

[thesistersarcheron]

I need a strong dose of Nessian injected directly into my veins this week, so if anyone has any fic recs, please share!

[sgt-tombstone]

43 definitely caught my eye.

(Don't mind gore, it can be fun. But. No dying ppl plz.)

43. A bloody kiss

So I’m somewhat shamefully plugging my MCD fic, Funeral Blues, because the idea that keeps swirling around in my head is an expansion of one of the flashbacks BUT I know you said no dying, so this snippet won’t have any MCD, I promise! It can be read as a complete stand-alone scene, separate from the rest of the fic entirely!

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The mission had gone to shit, because of course it had. That seemed to be the 141’s entire MO: make a plan, then have it thrown out the window hours or even minutes later, because the intel had been bad, or their targets had moved, or there were more defenses than expected. The consistency of it all would’ve made Ghost laugh if the result of this particular mission going to shit hadn’t been… this.

This, of course, being Johnny, laid out on his back in the middle of the helicopter, combat medics swarming like flies, prodding with various needles and tubes and instruments, all while trying not to slip on the copious amounts of blood seeping from… everywhere, honestly. Some of it was Ghost’s, undoubtedly, but the vast majority of the slick blood coating the metal floor was Soap’s, rapidly cooling in the chilled air.

His eyes were open, which was a good sign. He was still conscious, his heart rate not steady, but strong enough. He was breathing, and that’s what Ghost forced himself to focus on. Not the indentation of Johnny’s skin as the IV needle punctured, injecting unknown substances directly into his veins. Not the white dressing that instantly stained red where it was pressed against the gunshot wound in Johnny’s thigh. Not the blood running in rivulets across Johnny’s face from the gash to his temple, forcing him to squint one eye and lick his lips in a vain attempt to keep his own blood from dripping into his open, gasping mouth.

Ghost couldn’t look at any of it. The needle reminded him of Roba, of the drugs he’d been injected with against his will, despite knowing that these combat medics would rather die than lose a soldier; they didn’t know Soap, but that was the nature of their work. The blood-stained cloth reminded him of his family, laid out under the Christmas tree, thin sheet draped over their corpses, soaked in viscera and gore, red blooming like flowers where gravity pulled white to red. The rivulets of blood reminded him of Las Almas, of the gunshot wound that had nearly taken Johnny from him the first time, before he’d even known him; Ghost might’ve been able to handle it then, but it’d kill him now.

Instead, he focused on Johnny’s eyes. Bright blue, wide, alert, and trained directly on Ghost. They were upside down, because Johnny’s head was cradled in the divot of Ghost’s crossed legs, the sides of his face supported by Ghost’s gloved hands, his thumbs moving subconsciously in soothing arcs over Johnny’s cheeks, smearing the blood even further. It was everywhere, seeping from everywhere, staining both of them and everything around them gruesome, grim red, but Ghost only had eyes for the flash of blue in the midst of it all.

There was fear in those eyes. Anyone else would’ve missed it; Johnny was too well-trained to let his terror shine through, too eager to please to display anything that could disappoint a superior officer, too warm-hearted to project anything less than confident assuredness to the men around him. But Ghost wasn’t just anyone, and he didn’t miss it. He didn’t miss the way Johnny’s gaze clung to Ghost’s own like a lifeline, the way his breath hitched on every other inhale, the way his fingers twitched against the cold metal floor, like he was desperately stopping himself from touching something he shouldn’t.

Ghost’s mask was pulled up partially because in their rush to exfil, no one had given him a headset, so he’d had to rely on the medics’ ability to read his lips as his shouted report was drowned out by the helicopter rotors. Not that they’d really needed his help; it had been obvious what was wrong with Johnny. The two of them had limped their way towards the helicopter from the tree line, exposed on all sides and reliant on the air patrol to cover them as Ghost nearly carried Soap to the RV point. Blood had soaked the entire leg of his fatigues from the knee down, and his tac vest was coated in mud and blood too; Ghost’s arm around his torso had been the only thing keeping him upright by the time they made it to the safety of the medics’ waiting arms.

He wasn’t stable yet; the kind of blood loss that he’d suffered would need a transfusion or two eventually, but the medics weren’t looking so concerned anymore, and Ghost found it within himself to take a deep breath.

Johnny finally reached up, his arm moving slowly, lethargically, like every twitch of the muscles was a monumental effort, and Ghost watched as his fingertips brushed against his blood-stained forehead, probing at the scabbing gash. Normally, he’d slap the sergeant’s hand away, would growl at him to leave it well enough alone, because that’s how shit gets infected, but he also knew the deep-seated need to self-analyze. His eyes never left Johnny’s fingers as they shifted lower, following the blood trail to his own lips, meeting the tip of his tongue as it peeked out, tasting his own blood. His mouth moved, silent in the roaring air, but Ghost knew what Johnny’s lips looked like when they wrapped around his name, and he could hear it perfectly in his mind’s eye.

Soap’s arm was on the move again, stretching up, impossibly high, until the warmth of his palm met Ghost’s jaw, smearing red across his skin, hot like a brand, straight from the source, and Ghost’s breath caught in his chest. He saw Johnny’s eyes dilate, blue swallowed by black, fear overtaken by…

“I’ve got you, Johnny,” Ghost rumbled, knowing that the sound would be stolen but that Johnny would understand anyway. He always did, somehow.

A tear pooled on Johnny’s lash line before spilling over, racing down his temple, mixing with the blood smeared over Johnny’s skin before soaking into the cloth of Ghost’s glove, and he could almost convince himself that he could feel it against his skin, damp and warm and so full of life.

Johnny’s hand curled, cupping the back of Ghost’s neck, resisting the tug of gravity pulling his arm down like dead weight, except… No, Johnny was definitely the one pulling. Pulling Ghost down, closer, urging him to lean over him, to—

Their lips met, blood slick and offset, the upside down angle making any real kiss impossible, but it was enough. More than enough. Never enough. Ghost cradled Johnny impossibly closer, ignoring the medics’ warning sounds as he maneuvered Johnny’s body, but he’d never do anything to hurt him. Something this perfect couldn’t possibly hurt, not when he had Johnny’s lips on his, Johnny’s hands on him, Johnny’s love pouring into his mouth like too shelf bourbon, intoxicating and burning and addictive all at once.

They separated when they couldn’t breathe anymore, but neither of them went far. Ghost’s lungs were burning, his back already making its displeasure at the harsh angle known, his hips and knees aching at the stretch of folding himself damn near in half, but a direct order from Price himself couldn’t have urged him any further from Johnny, and Johnny evidently felt the same, his fingers tangling in the fabric at the back of Ghost’s neck.

“Ghost,” he said, breath brushing against Ghost’s blood-smeared lips, and Ghost brought one arm down to curl around Johnny’s torso, pulling him slightly upright and slotting their bodies together, back-to-chest.

“I’ve got you, Johnny,” he whispered into Soap’s ear, and he wasn’t sure who he was comforting. All he knew was that, when the helicopter touched down back at base, Johnny was still in his arms, still breathing, still holding on, and he thought that maybe, he could have this.

[melting-houses-of-gold]

It’s my ✨birthday✨ today! Give me a gift by reading these incredible fics:

I did this last year and it was so fun--one of my very favorite parts of fandom is getting to be in community with people whose work I enjoy and to celebrate them. So, in honor of my [redacted] birthday this year, we're doing another round! Maybe these are some of your familiar favorites, or it's a chance to discover something new.

All of these are listed in no particular order :) and all explanations are a little unhinged. Blame the new mom brain!

Star Wars🌟

Muse by @jewelofmandalore (rexsoka, E, one-shot): What can I say about this fic except that every time I read it, I actually stop breathing for its entirety? Modern AU. College Rexsoka. Art students. They're obsessed with each other. I'm SO SO normal about it.

Labyrinth Hearts by @chocmarss (rexsoka, T, rebels-era, in-progress multi-chapter): We have such a need for time-travel in this ship and this fic, while just a few chapters in, is delivering! Post-Malachor Rebels-era fic holds such a special place in my heart and I love love love this one.

A Remedy for Memory by @ahsokathegray (rexsoka, T, in-progress multi-chapter): I love a good amnesia-induced romcom scenario and this one inspired by the other zoey is so stinking cute. I'm so excited to see where it leads!!

Those Who Can by K.R. Closson (alpha-17/fem!obi-wan, E, multi-chapter): I'm insane about this whole series, which is different paths that Obi-Wan could have taken, but this one is the good shit. I want to inject it directly into my veins. I started it at 11:30 and stayed up until 3 am reading it because I had to keep clicking to the next chapter.

ACOTAR🌹

Poltergeist Darling by @thesistersarcheron (feysand, E, in-progress multi-chapter): Is it even a Feysand fic if Rhys isn't batshit insane for Feyre? As a lover of spooky gothic romances, I clicked into this fic so intrigued by the premise (Rhys bringing Feyre back from the dead after she dies UTM) and the writing drew me in IMMEDIATELY. The vibes are so insane, the two of them are crazy for each other, and literally every word is a gift to read.

Good Luck Charm by @whatishowedyouinthedark (feysand, E, multi-chapter): god bless the daddy kink snail in SVDG's brain because this fic was fucking unreal. College AU Feysand with eager-to-get revenge Feyre and frat president Rhys was EVERYTHING. I had to ration myself to one chapter a day because I might have died otherwise.

Castles Ever After by @separatist-apologist (Feysand, Nessian, Elucien, E, series): Every time I open a MB fic, I know I'm going to have a GREAT time, and this series was seriously so fun. When a mysterious uncle leaves the Archeron sisters three castles across the UK, each one goes on their own journey and finds love along the way. We've got everything—Modern day bodice ripping, fake fiances becoming real, battles staged on castle lawns, Lucien Vanserra being his sassy hot self, chickens—EVERYTHING.

[mecachrome]

Hi I would love to hear about the elaborate secret wag au you hinted at in the pastries post if youre up to talking about it. I think I need it injected directly into my veins I love it so much

ok note to self i have to stop calling things elaborate when in reality i mean that i think about them really hard before i fall asleep and then promptly forget anything interesting afterward. but of course i'd love to discuss this very vague universe some more!! :')

honestly this is all an extremely self-indulgent exercise because i'm just a huge sucker for the combined secret relationship + famous/non-famous trope, and i will always read/write it for any ship iteration that presents itself! like there is nothing i love more than understated displays of devotion, especially when it plays into the 4th wall socmed fuckery space of one half being famous and having an otherwise large social profile and the other being very lowkey and resisting any publicity about themselves... in that vein i can't tell whether the concept is super cringe & embarrassing (well i can & i know it is, but the question is whether that is enough to Stop Me!!!) because obviously lando dating some Boring Dude requires a er... certain suspension of disbelief (also sorry for any unintentional disrespect to maxf), but what is fandom for if not making stupid shit up <3

anyway the secretwag concept also developed from two things, 1) how much i enjoy & endorse oscar's private-not-secret relationship philosophy + 2) lando's extreme loyalty to & dependence on all of his childhood relationships, so the idea kind of took root as "what if oscar→lando what lily→oscar (and also kind of what maxf→lando)" but just with more of lando's friendgroup dynamix & his streamer identity folded into the mix. the origins of their rship are what remain the most ambiguous & handwavey 2 me but in short they'd somehow meet when they were younger (maybe oscar is the same age as lando, maybe lando stayed in school longer, maybe oscar moved to the uk earlier and they met during their karting days... idk!!!) except then because of finances oscar decides to go into engineering and gives up on motorsport pretty early on.

(tbh i always struggle with justifying non-driverness in canon divergence fic because i'm like WELL REALISTICALLY oscar would just go into another professional racing category if f1 weren't feasible, BUT ignoring that) i think oscar would objectively be a super adjusted engineering student and would thrive academically / not stew in self-pity about giving up racing, so i really like this idea of like... sure, oscar is One Of The Lads, but unlike most people in lando's life who revolve around his work somehow or otherwise reflect his level of celebrity—drivers, the quadrant team, d-grade influencers & djs & social media personalities—oscar is just... Oscar. he's the smartest person lando knows and his love language is quality time and lando is the one usually doing acts of service for all his friends but oscar always wordlessly & unquestionably reciprocates that for him (lando annoying oscar into giving him a massage every night and oscar conceding immediately like ok... jon who❤️) and while lando has to go out of his way to navigate/manage the emotions of those around him and feels indebted to all his friendships he's never had to do that for oscar because oscar is the steadiest part of his life. and then obviously at some point when they're young dumb & drunk they get fucked up about it and start dating on the dl

(waves hands) anyway IDK but i'm just stuck on the image of like lando at 19 starting his first season of f1 and being raw and uncertain of himself and constantly catastrophizing about the future and trying to build out his brand and prove himself, and even like maxf is racing full-time that year, but at least he has oscar who's away at uni (in slightly aged up verse) and shows up at his place every weekend to ground him... like oscar never sugarcoats anything OR doubts himself OR needs lando to be any less open about his irrational fears so lando is like damnnn your cringefail earnestness and clear-eyed perspective of reality has kind of bewitched me *momentarily healed* etc. ft. domestic bants & the birth of master baker oscarpastry when covid hits and everything goes virtual & they quarantine together... lando starts streaming regularly and there's just this random dude in the background of half his streams and chat is like "???" every time like. Who is that + Why is he australian + Why is he cooking you dinner at 1am. his only social media profile is a private ig page with 50 followers.

+ after grad they keep living together and oscar becomes a wfh developer and i imagine him being very financially steady and self-sufficient but also like... deeply LAZY, so he has 0 ambition or intention to chase anything more demanding and is happy to just do his boring software job + be lando's househusband after hours LOL. like bringing lando pastries at quadrant shoots (ty chel 4 this image) between dull code reviews & expertly ducking away from the landolog camera & letting lando drive them around in his stupid gimmick cars and just generally toeing the line perfectly of being invested in lando's success and caring as deeply about motorsport as he does and even kicking his ass in iracing sometimes because he's kept up with sim racing but also keeping his ego in check and not making him engage in the world/politics/circus of f1 more than he has the capacity for on their off-weekends *__* finally lando is like babe i need to go commit tax fraud in monaco and oscar is just like ❤️ ok ❤️ we can move out tomorrow ❤️ and they find a tiny flat that's deeply overpriced but it's Them and it works. oscar plans his days off so he can go to half the races but nobody ever even notices him because the photographers don't know he exists.... except for maxv who lives in their building and met oscar once and was immediately like I Respect You #fellowsimracer so now whenever he sees oscar they get caught up in a conversation for like 30 minutes about random nerd shit and lando is very discombobulated about it every time. on the other hand maxf has been trying to be chill about lando of all people having been in a healthy committed relationship for the past 6-ish years so he frequently gets into trouble for making bad jokes about their sex life on stream that everyone thinks is them being homophobic etc. etc. ANYWAY YOU GET THE GIST OF IT!!!

[crepesuzette2023]

I know you get a TON of asks for fic recs, so no need to answer right away if you need a breather!

Your “overall favorites” post introduced me to the stunning Whatever Fate Decrees by @dailyhowl, and I’ve been swooning in its afterglow for days. I’m looking for other mclennon fics with the off-the-charts longing that I crave, a la stonedlennon and paisana. Intensely romantic, drawn-out pining? Inject it directly into my veins plz

Push up your sleeve while I prepare my syringe!

I love all of paisana's (@revollver) work, but in particular how she can write both John (the way things sometimes are) and Paul (head first, fearless) pining...to perfection.

And yes, all of @stonedlennon's work is first rate, but my favorite 'drawn out romantic pining one' probably remains now and then (there's a fool such as i).

Also intense and filled with longing: The I Still Miss Someone Series by RosalindBeatrice.

And, of course, the stories by orphanbeat:

knowing that the sun is there probably broke me a little with the amounts of mutual pining it contains. (AU. Brian dies, homosexuality becomes 'legal', John comes out...what does this mean for his relationship with Paul?)

The same is true of what is living is burning: Paul's name is listed in The Homosexual's Handbook, and he questions himself and his relationship with John...who undergoes therapy. Brian lives! <3 So much sweet pining...

By @dailyhowl: Sleeping Sand, Morning Moon (AU): London playwright Paul spends time in Scotland to grieve and recover from a broken relationship, and meets village eccentric John. Pining beyond what is humanly possible ensues—but it's worth it.

You're a Dream Lover (@dailyhowl). Starting in '67, John and Paul meet in their dreams. It's never enough...

Moving further back in time:

Paul waits for John to find him again after the first Hamburg residency (On the Way to Work, by roundthatcorner).

And, of course: Lifting Latches/Sending Postcards (thinkpink20). Young Paul is pining for John.

I hope there's something there to fulfill your longing!

[drivestraight]

holy actual mother fucking god. I cannot begin to describe my emotions during this. I kept doing grabby hands like a cat kneeding a cushion because I was feeling too much. I love your characters, the sprinkling of Max F throughout and Daniel's reaction to them in Vegas WAS BRUTAL, and then it hit me again later when Oscar was seeing Daniel's car in the red bull factory. Oscar in this is everything to me, I want to inject him directly into my veins. Him not telling Lando made me stand up and take a lap around my flat because I couldn't stand the tension. the racing scenes, especially spa in the rain killed me. I love how you broke Lando open, he's so delicious when he's hurting! But Oscar, your Oscar, my beloved, he could seem so cruel and heartless but he is so full of love but also desire, and ruthlessness. Your happy in retirement Max just rings so true to me, I love him as a foil to Oscar through this. Amazing I swore, multiple times out loud when Zak started talking about replacing Lando. I've said all this and I want to say, I am usually not an expressive person! I don't usually have physical reactions to fic! I'm also gonna send this to you on tumblr cos I want to you see it a million times. Thank you so, so much for writing!

finally getting to this 3 days later 😭

Max F was a main character in my heart. And from lando pov for sure.

daniel is such like. An interesting character in this fic because he doesn't show up until the very end and has a very minor role but like. a very caustic role in that. he sets off qatar in a way. but there's also the whole, like. not quite a gut-punch but the whole - daniel and mark were the closest thing oscar had to heroes growing up. but in the end they were only human, etc. re: oscar's daniel hat that he brought to vacation when he was younger. re: oscar saying that he was a fan of mark growing up but the more he learned about f1, the more he started to respect/favor lewis instead.

kill your heroes (your prey), or whatever.

and yeah. one thing about oscar in this fic is that He Will Not Talk About How He Feels. something about indecision leading to paralysis and just leaving yourself off and everyone around you worse off. cool times.

spa... spa my love. i'm glad people liked spa!

AND YOU GET IT... lando is most appealing to me when he's upset and teary eyed and cute... he's always cute but he's cutest when he's like that... just need to break his heart and stomp on it a little bit. instant serotonin is imagining him with his voice all high and breaking and face all red with anger and frustration. Love him.

happy in retirement max... yeahhhhh he's just. Like i think he's genuinely very happy how things are in the fic. of course he's still clinging onto f1 but. having oscar around i feel like helped with letting go. re: he was lonely, but he's not anymore. in AD26, he was watching oscar with hunger in his eyes and looking at him, you'd think he was in the car with oscar, etc. but he's still happy where he's at.

yeah that golf scene... wasn't that lovely

thank you very much for reading and leaving this ask !! ❤️

[a-flaming-idiot]

PLEASE! TITAN, PLEASE!

I need fics focused on Eberwolf! I need Eberwolf content! Inject the creature directly into my VEINS!

[beantothemax]

Erk was sitting in their room reading a magic tome, as she often does, this was a new spell Lord Pent had gotten for them, a more advanced fire spell he had said. 

But while Erk usually loves learning new magic, especially when it came to advanced anima magic, this time they had trouble focusing on the words, her mind was instead filled with thoughts of her dear Priscilla. It had been like this ever since they returned from the Dread Isle, they simply could not stop thinking about her sweet smile that she would always send Erks way, her soft and calm voice that had the ability to always calm Erk down, her beautiful eyes that Erk often found themselves lost in, her-

[Knock knock] “Erk? Are you in there?”

It was Lord Pent

“I am, what do you need of me?”

“May I come in? I have an offer for you” It was not unusual for Lord Pent to offer Erk things, he often gifted Erk with various items such as a new tome, or a nice dress he and Louise had found on a trip to the capital. But still, Erk had no idea what it could be this time. “You may come in.”

“Fantastic, right so, me and Louise were thinking, and we realized it had been a long time since we really had a proper vacation, what with all the chaos surrounding Nergal and all that, and we decided that we are going on a trip to the northern shore, they have wonderful beaches there,” Erk could already see where this is going “and we were wondering if you might like to join us on this trip” 

Erk saw this coming a mile away, she always does “I would love to, but I do not wish to get in the way of you and Louise's vacation”

“Oh hush, you deserve, and need, this trip as much as we do, and it has been so very long since you went on a trip with us” Erk knew they could not convince him to leave Erk home, and in truth, Erk knew she definitely needed the off time. “Oh fine, I can agree that some time on the beach could be good for me”

“Oh I know, you should invite your girlfriend to come along with you!” Louise had shown up behind Pent.

“I- what?!” How did she know about that?

“Oh that’s a great idea honey”

“Now hold on just a second-” how did they know about that!?

“Oh sweetie, don’t tell me you think we didn’t knew about that” Erk did not think they knew about that

“Wait wait wait, but how do you know about it?” Erk was embarrassed that they had known, this for an apparent while.

“Oh Erk, you are a brilliant young lady, but you are truly terrible at keeping a secret. It's the way you look at her” “The way you’ve clearly lost your focus on studying” “The way your eyes light up when you mention her name” “Not to mention the fact that you spend half your days over at Count Carleons manse. Frankly it was quite obvious" "Not that that is a problem of course, she seems like a very sweet young lady”

“Alright I get it… well… how long have you known?” Erk had accepted her defeat at the sleuthing power of Lord Pent and Lady Louise.

“Oh for a long while, ever since we were at the shrine of seals really”

“WHAT” Erk had not realized they even had room for a larger defeat.

“Oh please don’t be embarrassed Erk, we all have weak points, yours just happens to be hiding secrets, not that I can fathom why you hid this from us, but that is for you to tell us when and if you wish, now, do you want to bring her with us on vacation”

“...yes”

HHHHH…………./ GAIIH……. YURIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII collapses into a heap

CRAB FIC REAL… I am slurping this uo like a plate of sphagetti crab this is quite excellent

REALLY enjoyed this sentence in particular. they did not in fact know…..

I am injecting the erk directly into my veins as we speak. this will be excellent fuel for the ercilla writing I am cooking up. be prepared

[voxofthevoid]

Wait

Have you ever written NanaIta? Bc NanaIta with Top!Yuji is SO rare (I've seen some with like, time travel fuckery and student Nanami or curse fuckery turning Nanami younger, but canon 27 y/o Nanami bottoming for Yuji?? Rare!) and I love your writing so if I've somehow missed your NanaIta please tell me, I need it injected directly into my veins

I have!!

I know what you mean about adult Nanami bottoming for Yuuji being rare. I've found more Pixiv art than fics tbh. Granted, that's the case with most Yuuji M/M ships. There's a reason I call my writing a top Yuuji soup kitchen.

Anyway, while I do like the idea of Yuuji railing twinky teen Nanami, it's Yuuji with adult Nanami that makes me absolutely insane for this ship. Nanami's so indulgent with Yuuji. Getting him into bed with Yuuji is hard thanks to those pesky morals, but once there, you can't tell me that man wouldn't lie back and guiltily let Yuuji fuck him to sleep. It'd fix him. It'd fix them both.

All my nanaita ideas are top Yuuji (what's new), and all but one feature adult Nanami with teen (or younger) Yuuji, but I've only written one so far. It's not up on Ao3 yet, but there are WIP Wednesday snippets and other excerpts floating around under the tag "fic: flesh is the only virtue." Here's the first WIP Wednesday post: https://voxofthevoid.tumblr.com/post/734650291540066304/wip-wednesdays-are-back-dickfest-wednesdays

It's omegaverse, nanaita+goyuu, featuring alpha Yuuji, beta Nanami, and omega Gojou. Since the story is Nanami PoV, most of the porn is nanaita.

[a-ramlethal-fan]

please please do i will read EVERY fic of gioram, sfw or smut or anything i NEED this ship INJECTED directly into my veins.

[scary-grace]

Reading isn't enough I need your Barduil fics injected directly into my veins

Injecting pure Barduil directly into your veins may cause increased headcanoning, AU generation, and fanfic/fanart creation and consumption — but I can’t say I don’t recommend it!

Thank you for this ask! Whichever of my fics prompted it, it absolutely made my morning to receive 💛