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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 months

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can i get a scarlet/violet gang x ghost trainer reader who lets their ghost types possess them for pranks ?

This took a minute to think about until mochi mayhem dropped--then I got ideas haha

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During the events of Mochi Mayhem...you seemed remarkably unfazed by Pecharunt's "curse" spreading throughout the village, finding it more amusing than frightening.

And it's because you were no stranger to being possessed yourself.

Your first experience occurred after a Spiritomb's soul got separated and found you as a temporary host while you were exploring some ruins in Paldea (with your poor Fuecoco at the time being terrified for you).

Fortunately it wasn't an aggressive one, just a scared lonely spirit that was piloting your body around until it was reunited with the other 107 souls of that Spiritomb....which turned out to be a shiny!

In a show of gratitude, it decided to join your team--and soon you found your true calling as a ghost type trainer.

So you've picked up other ghosts throughout your journeys in Paldea, Kitakami, and BB Academy.

At some point you trusted your main team enough to allow them to possess your body.

Initially, they only did if they believed it was necessary (ie saving you from a fall or sudden Pokémon attack).

But then you decide to let them do so for pranks and such--mainly reserving those for whoever bothered your friends, while other times your friends are the hapless victims.

Exhibit A: When a BB Academy student is harassing Kieran over how he used to act, you see him getting upset and have one of your Shiny Spiritomb's souls possess you, enabling you to creep up and stare at the bully--all behind his back without him ever noticing you.

He's confused when they suddenly look terrified and run away....and then he slowly turns around, screaming a bit upon seeing your face in the likeness of a Spiritomb (like in that one episode of Journeys where Ash gets possessed by one).

You feel bad, especially after the soul leaves your body, and you promise that you'll never do that again.

Although he is grateful you saved him from that intense moment.

Exhibit B: You're hanging out with Penny at your house, watching her play some horror game on your console.

Your Gengar gets the mischievous idea to turn the lights off and possess you, creating a creepy atmosphere all around the house, making your friend paranoid of whether the sounds were coming from the game or elsewhere.

In hindsight, it sounds hilarious..but you forgot Penny doesn't fw horror movie tropes like that.

As she commands Umbreon to attack you out of pure instinct-

Only to see you and Gengar get forcibly separated and hit the ground hard.

Knock Off was no joke.

She apologizes but is a bit annoyed bc she couldn't save her progress thanks to your "prank".

Exhibit C: While Arven is giving Nemona, Penny, Kieran, and Carmine lessons on the art of sandwich crafting, you stroll over with some purple mochi, offering it as a dessert.

Obviously they decline, seeing Pecharunt literally hovering beside you and wondering if you already forgot what happened.....and are horrified when you shrug and eat one, your eyes turning purple.

Yet before anyone can fully freak out, you just laugh and start talking normally.

To make a long story short, you and the mythical 'mon came to an agreement that you'll eat the mochi it provides as long as it doesn't make you do anything harmful (like battling) or anything ridiculous (like dancing and saying "mochi" nonstop) while possessing you.

It's still mischievous at heart, of course. You'll allow it to have a little bit of fun considering its troubling past.

Exhibit D: Your Skeledirge was the first 'mon you used the Synchro Machine on after arriving to BB Academy, walking around and battling wild Pokémon in the terarium for a few good hours.

This "reverse possession", however, left some adverse effects on you even after desynchronizing...as for several days you developed a habit for singing, could taste smoke in your breath, and even your partner's little fire bird companion decided that it wanted to nestle atop your head.

You realize what a funny prank this could be.

So you pull up to the cafeteria to the "date" Drayton invited you to and freak out the rest of the Elite Four (except for Crispin who immediately realizes you own a Skeledirge and thinks you're awesome).

That also makes for a rather...awkward reunion with Kieran who thinks you've seriously gone off the deep end, and you drop the act right away.

But he's too caught up in the idea of battling you and winning to care about why tf you're possessed rn.

#clanask #anonymous #pokemon x reader #pokemon sv x reader #pokemon scarlet x reader #pokemon violet x reader #pokemon arven #pokemon penny #pokemon kieran #pokemon nemona #pokemon carmine #spiritomb #pecharunt #gengar #skeledirge #headcanons

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beautiful-is-boring · 7 months

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Made it out alive, just for you

Gojo x gn!reader , angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

Au where gojo lives

Warning: y/n has a nightmare about gojo, MAJOR JJK MANGA SPOILERS FOR CH 236, so ya it involves blood and a lil bit of gore, and crying.

A/n: i love this man so so much, and whenever I get a bad dream about my loved ones dying, it mostly includes the part after their death and I'm living without them, and when I wake up it's such a relief, so this fic is based on that

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'i miss you so much toru'

the scene never left your head, the love of your life, now lifeless, laid on the ground, wounded and dying after the fight with sukuna

you cried all day, the next day and the next. You couldn't let go of him, and how could you? Satoru was the shining sun in your life. He had the brightest smile, the prettiest baby blue eyes, the strongest will and his love for you was endless. You loved him so so much.

Coming home everyday from work pained you. You would forget that he wasn't here anymore, you would buy mochi on the way home, only to come home and realize he was never coming back, the reality settling in as you cried once more.

'please come back toru, i can't do this without you'

you eat dinner alone again, hugging the adorable custom made plushie of satoru. It was a gift from him. He lovingly said that day, that the plushie would keep you company when he was not with you.

The memory of gojo cut and bloodied plagued your mind and you hugged the plushie tighter

'you are bigger than the whole sky toru, the strongest and bravest of them all. Wherever you are, I hope you rest well. Watch over me, my love'

And then your eyes opened.

You sat up on the bed quickly, looking around everywhere and breathing heavily, just trying to ground yourself into reality.

It was just a dream. A bad one, but just a dream. You're fully awake by now.

"breathe for me sweetheart"

"T-toru?"

He was right there, your beautiful satoru, gently hugging your shaking body close to him.

"whatever you saw, it wasn't real. I'm here now baby"

You nod. Your mind was a mess. You barely remember what you saw, but it left you feeling terrified.

"Hang in there, I'll get you some water"

He slowly left your shared bedroom and you watched the white tuft of hair disappear into the kitchen. Waking up after countless bad dreams and nightmares was unfortunately common for the both of you, after the fight with sukuna in shibuya.

Right. Gojo defeated sukuna. He won. And he made it out alive.

Your eyes landed upon the custom plushie across the room that gojo gifted you all those years ago

The same one from your dream.

The dam broke. A quiet whimper left your lips as memories of the dream flashed through your mind's eye and by the time satoru returned, you were curled up on your side of the bed, sniffling and weeping.

You heard him place the glass of water on the nightstand, and in the next second he's got you enveloped in his warm arms, gently rubbing your back.

"I-I saw you die toru..I had to live without you and I had to c-come home and you weren't there, a-and you were never coming back" You were sobbing and crying as you hugged him, both from the unsettling dream, and the relief that it wasn't real. You were so, so relieved to be awake, to find your one and only alive and well. Satoru continued to whisper sweet nothings and comforting words into your ears and never once did he loosen up his hold on your trembling frame.

"its okay baby, i know how you feel, and i love you so much, and I'm right here" His sweet and gentle tone combined with his comforting voice made you cry even harder. You didn't know where the tears were coming from.

"i know toru, i know you won, it's just that ever since I saw you like that..." You take a deep breath in and gaze into his beautiful blue orbs that you love. "Just one wrong move, and you would have been gone and i-i don't know what I would do without you being there with me."

Satoru's own eyes welled up with tears because he couldn't bear to see you cry. He cupped your face in his arms, a relieved sigh leaving his lips as he saw you closing your eyes and leaning into his touch.

"you are my whole world y/n" His voice wasn't louder than a whisper. Satoru wiped your tears with the pads of his fingers, and kissed your forehead. "That day, I was thinking about you the whole time. I knew I had to come back to you, and I did." A single tear drop trailed down his face and he stroked your head to comfort you. " You don't have to worry anymore, my love. It's all over, and I'm here right here, right now. " You looked at him, reassured and he could feel his heart swell as he looked at his world, his universe, right there in his hands. "Thankyou satoru" He smiled, and you did too.

Satoru leant in and kissed you ever so slowly, reminding you that he was right there with you, alive. You both smiled into the kiss, knowing that you love each other with every fiber of your being and most importantly,

You were right there with each other; physically, and in each other's hearts.

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vixensbrainrotts · 6 months

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Ran fucked up

Summary: so you found out that Ran is sorta-kinda using you for information, money and material for Tenjiku and took revenge before the damage was too heavy. Come the time when Ran was supposed to display results, he has some explaining to do…

Tropes: Tenjiku! Arc

Content warnings: none really, this time around its just kinda cracky, implied intentional accidents i guess? Idk let me know if there’s anything

Vixen’s two cents: I saw that prompt and JUMPED on the opportunity cause i had a silly little idea (lets pretend im not writing this in my theory of evolution lecture right now). This is such a funny prompt to me, I hope you enjoy. Prompt taken from @the-cypress-grove - prompt 131 (thank youuuuu) Remember that my requests are open if you have any ideas!

Rindou has never seen his older brother this nervous- actually, this is the first time he’s seen him nervous, ever. The man in question was pacing (to the best of his efforts) restlessly, and it was driving Rin insane. „It‘s your fault, you know?“ Rindou quipped from where he was sitting. „And you’re not fucking helping. Izana is going to rip me apart, if i survive Kakucho that is.“ Ran mutters more to himself than to his brother.

Rolling his eyes, Rindou decides that he has to take control of the situation. „Come on Ran, its best to get it over with fast, perhaps they’ll pity you because of your… state right now.“ Rindou makes his way to the door, shrugging on a cardigan and taking the keys out of the little dish by the door. The look that Ran gives him almost ignites a little bit of pity in Rindou. Almost.

20 minutes later the two of them are standing in front of the place of meeting and Ran is sweating bullets. „Come on..“ Rindou drawled again. Offended, Ran throws him a look „You’re not the one who’s about to get mauled.“ Ran crows in slight pain, but Rindou spared no sympathy, „Your fault.“ Rindou was the first to enter the area donning the heavenly kings‘s presence. He silently greet his colleagues with a curt wave, but felt a little puzzled when he didn’t receive one in return. The confused looks on their faces were almost comedic before Rindou noticed the distinct lack of brother by his side.

Rindou heaved a sigh and half-turns to face the entrance again, gesturing to the door for the Heavenly Kings to see. „He‘s coming, don’t worry.“ He assured and trudged on towards his place.

„Sit down Haitani.“ a sharp voice pierced the air as Izana spoke. A shiver ran down Rindou‘s spine, and all of a sudden he understood his brother‘s fear: Izana was scary as such, and blatantly terrifying when disappointed. Quickly, Rindou took a seat beside Mochi. Silence reigned after that. Not a word was spoken, not a breath was taken whilst they waited for Ran to enter.

Finally the tension broke when Ran walked through the door, his head low and limping slightly. „Were ya roughed up or something?“ Shion was the first to speak. „Well..“ Ran sounded a bit defeated as his voice trailed off, remaining standing at a respectable distance. „You’re here. And late at that.“, Izana‘s voice freezes the air as he speaks, „I hope for your sake that your little project proves to be as useful as you made it sound.“ Ran tries very hard to look anywhere but the Kings, instead trying to make eye-contact with his brother, but Rindou only raises his hands slightly in surrender and shoots him a look that says you brought yourself into this mess, im not gonna help you on this one.

„Do tell Ran. How‘s your little girlfriend doing, hm? Are you treating her well? Is the good service paying off? She give you somethin‘ yet?“ Shion has the gall to poke at Ran, stacking questions on him in a singsong tone. Despite the almost joking nature of the questions, they hang heavy in the air.

„I don’t think she likes me all that much right now.“ Ran finally says.

„What makes you think that?“ Kakucho is the one to speak this time, noticing Izana's annoyance and grasping the reigns of the conversation. Whilst he sounds genuinely concerned, Kakucho‘s half-blind eye does nothing to make Ran feel more comfortable, as he visibly shrinks beneath his gaze.

„She founded out.“ Ran breaks the news in a whisper, and the air around them changes into something much more alive, and much more electric. „What.“ Kakucho‘s voice is loud in stark contrast.

„She hit me with her car.“ Ran shrinks even further into himself when the guys surrounding him laugh. „Clever Girl!“ Shion quips between heaves of laughter, bracing himself against an also-snickering-Mucho who adds „What if it was an accident?“. Ran only shakes his head, face and neck ablaze with red as he puffs himself up against the humiliation. „She looked me dead in the eye and reversed!“ Laughter bounces off the walls once again.

#x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #ran x reader #ran #ran haitani #ran haitani x reader #rindou haitani #tr rindou #tenjiku #tenjiku x reader #tr ran #tokyo rev x you #tokrev #tokyo manji revengers #tr content

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yeppeun-riaa · 2 months

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Hi, how are you? I saw on your profile that you like Ran so I was wondering if you have some headcannons for him and if you could share? If you want, it can be his and Rindou or just Ran... Your preference ♡

hii, I'm pretty okay thanks🫶🏻 and I have a few!

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Ran definitely went through a lot of girls and when he was in tenjiku, he never saw himself committing to a relationship

He wants to learn baking, specifically so he could make mont blanc....key word 'wants' he's to lazy to actually attempt it

Someone told me that ran is a yellow flag, and now I firmly believe that

He takes time to listen to whatever beats rindou makes, he's impressed but will always tease him before giving actual feedback

He plays video games with rindou, shion and mochi (occasionally kakucho) on weekends

He brought up the idea of having different colored uniforms to stand out

He loves to intimidate people for fun

100% sure he talked his way out of trouble at least 10 times before

He knows he has charisma and takes full advantage of that

He would never hit a woman (good timeline), in the bad timeline he'd pay someone to do it for him:)

Its important to ran that rindou gets along with his partner, if rindou asks ran would consider breaking up with his partner

he cried a bit when he cut his hair, rindou laughed at him

he hangs out mostly with mochi and kakucho while rindou hangs out with shion more

He and rindou are natural blondes🤷🏻‍♀️

They're dad left them but is a dilf👹

They're mom is a rich business woman

he hates talking about his feelings, even to rindou

he dislikes hanma and the tenjiku guys try to keep them away from eachother bc hanma is a bitch and ran will not hesitate to hit him with his baton

Hes a big fan of pda, loves to show his partner off and spoil them

He's a sucker for if his partner wears skirts

Hes an ass and thigh guy

ran can't swim, but rindou can

rans lazy but when it comes down to it, he gets shit done

Hes good at at sports, but doesn't really participate in them

Its rare for him to be on time to anything

Hes clingy when drunk

Has a huuggee sweet tooth

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#ran x reader #ran haitani #ran haitani x reader #haitani ran #tokyo rev ran #ran hcs #tokyo rev x reader

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scarlettriot · 1 year

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Our Girl • Kirishima X f!Reader X Bakugou

Smut • 18+ Only • Minors & Ageless Blogs DNI

this piece is written as an X Reader but it was written with @meggsngrits in mind. If that bothers you, you don’t have to read it. It’s for Meg, anyway ♡

Meg, I know it’s been a rough few days for ya so, I hope some time with your guys helps ♡

i definitely didn’t proof this at all so I’m sorry about that…

The moment Katsuki opened the door to your house he knew something wasn’t right. None of the lights had been turned on, your bag was on the floor rather than hanging on the hook like usual, and you, his adorable little wife, we’re nowhere in sight.

After taking off his boots, he took the time to hang up your bag in its rightful place and then started his search for you.

It wasn’t too hard to find you though, he didn’t exactly like seeing you laying face down on your bed with work clothes still on. Hell, you hadn’t even taken your shoes off!

For now though, he started by sliding off your shoes and setting them at the foot of the bed. “Baby girl,” his voice was low but softer than usual, “when’s the last time you ate?”

You didn’t even answer him. Just shrugged your shoulders. But, when you turned towards him, he could see the wet streaks that ran down the balls of your adorable cheeks. Nah. He couldn’t handle having you crying.

“Silly woman, c’mere.” He’s suddenly so damn thankful he showered before he left the agency so he’s able to sit on the bed fully and pull you into his arms. “Ya get ten minutes of cuddles and then I’m gonna go get you some water.”

Because if you didn’t know when the last time you ate was that also meant you hadn’t been properly hydrated either.

He pulls his phone free and texts your other husband to bring home your favorite take out.

Shitty Hair: Bad day, huh? I’ll grab some mochi too. She want anything else?

“Ei wants t’know if you want him to grab anything on the way home?”

It took you a minute but you shook your head. “No… just want ya both home.”

He relayed the information and then set his phone to rest on the nightstand.

Your arms wound around his torso and your face went back to being buried in his chest. “You’re cute, but your vice grip isn’t gonna stop from gettin’ you water.”

“Does it have to be water?” He barely heard your muffled sass.

“Yea it does, you little brat. Now, you can stay in bed while I get it for ya or you can hold on and I’ll take ya with me.” Your locked hands behind his back told him your choice.

With ease, he swung his legs over the side of the bed while you clung onto him like a little koala. His hands gripped your thick thighs and wrapped them around his narrow waist to make walking effortless.

Normally he would’ve set you on the counter but this time he moved about with you still attached. Grabbing a big water bottle and filling it to the brim. “But Kats! It’s so much!” The corner of his mouth twitched upward and so did his blonde brows. “Oh, fuck off!”

He chuckled and handed the bottle over. “When you’re finished with it, you can drink whatever ya want for the rest of the night.”

There was no point in arguing with him. He wouldn’t budge. So you sighed, “fine,” and took your first swig.

From there he took you back to the bedroom and got you changed into something more comfortable: one of Eiji’s hoodies and a pair of his sweats.

Of course, what should’ve taken less than five minutes ended up closer to thirty… you took your bra off and he couldn’t help himself! He just had to worship you for a while.

Pin your back against the closet wall and pepper kisses across your skin. Over your chest, swirling his tongue around your nipples before migrating down to your soft tummy.

The affection stopped just at the hem of your panties. “Think I’ll wait until Ei gets home, wouldn’t wanna have too much fun without him.”

You looked ready to kill but he kissed you then, hard enough to take your breath away and keep you pleasantly distracted. Stealing kiss after kiss until your lips were puffy and lungs depleted of oxygen.

“Please, Katsuki,” Gods, you sounded so pretty when you said his name like that. Already trying to guide his hand to your core.

You did have such a hard day… “Alright,” his head dipped to your neck, “my needy little woman—”

He pushed your panties to the side and felt how much you actually did need him. Groaning and pathetically rocking his hips against you as his fingers slid inside.

It didn’t take long at all to have you panting for him, whimpering broken versions of his name each time he hit your sweet spot.

“Such a good girl.”

He nips and sucks at your neck, thumb circling your clit again and again. Precise movement that he knows you love.

“Well, that’s one way to cheer her up,” both of you looked to the doorway to find Eijirou looking on, completely pleased with what he’s come home to. “Don’t stop on my account.”

“Wasn’t plannin’ on it.” He hadn’t quit moving those long fingers of his the whole time either. “Think you should join me though.” He turned his ruby gaze back to you. “You want that, right baby girl? Want Ei t’make you cum too?”

He was already walking over as you nodded your head. His smile was as soft and sweet as ever dropping a light kiss on your lips like he does every day when he comes home with his little, “missed you,” and then does the same to Katsuki.

“Gimme some room, would ya?” It’s an awkward little shuffle as Katsuki makes room for Eijirou to sink to his knees between you both. Wasting no time lapping at the mess Katsuki’s made between your legs as his hands tug at his husbands sweats, pulling them down his thighs to give him a little relief too.

Between Katsuki’s fingers and Eijirou’s tongue, you certainly forget about the day you had, you forget about the whole damn week, even your name for a few seconds there.

Eijirou held one of your thighs in his large hand, kneading your soft skin, even taking a few breaks from your cunt to leave a few bite marks over the ones that had faded from just a few days ago.

His wrist flicked, using his other hand to get Katsuki closer to a release too all while muttering praises that sent the sweetest vibrations to your clit.

G— guys, oh fuck, ‘m gonna—“ you whined rather than finished the sentence.

“Gonna cum for us, cutie? That’s our girl,” Eijirou teased since Katsuki was getting close too. “G’head then. We gotcha, love.”

Your nails dig into Katsuki’s arm and pull at Eijirou’s hair as your high crashes over you. Eijirou takes a final lick at your core and leans forward to take Katsuki’s cock in his mouth. Letting the man finish there rather than in his fist.

The two of you pant above him while he smiles, using his thumb to swipe a bit of cum that spilled over.

“Welcome home, Red.” You barely get the sentence out, leaning your head on Katsuki’s shoulder.

He chuckles and kisses your thigh again. “It’s good t’be home. Feelin’ better?”

“Much better now.”

You all sat lounging around the living room with the containers of food Eijirou had brought home covering the coffee and end tables.

The guys listened to you rant about the assholes trying to tell you how to do your job. Thinking they know everything better than you do. More than once they each offered to give these retired gasbags a piece of their mind but you waved them off each time. Just thankful for them listening to you.

The two of them always do though. You could talk to them about anything and they’d give you their undivided attention. And they knew they could come to you for the same.

Whatever the three of you needed, you were always there for each other.

A shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, someone to sit around and eat junk food with… or even bending you over and screwing you until every other thought faded away. Which just so happened to be what the two of them intended on doing for you tonight just as soon as you finished your dinner ♡

#love you meg ♥️#meg & her men 🧡❤️#mha fic #mha smut #bnha smut #kiribaku x reader #kiribaku smut #kiribaku fluff #Kirishima smut #Bakugou smut #boomboomboi 💥#best red rock shark ♥️🦈#scarlett’s feeling smutty 💋

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whalesforhands · 9 months

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uniform exchange

Shoko -> Suguru -> You -> Satoru

“Seriously, how does she get this on?” Gojo’s whining as he struggles to pull up Shoko’s skirt over his hips, hindered by the tight seams that were stuck by his rather thick thighs. The upper part of his body was faring no better, jacket taut against his body as the buttons struggle to hold onto their clasps over his chest, white undershirt so short it was basically a crop top.

“If you rip my uniform you’re paying for it.” Shoko’s already dressed, bell bottom pants dragging on the ground as she stands there, Suguru’s uniform basically swallowing her whole. She physically cannot walk, for if she did, she’d trip over the sheer length of his pants.

“No way!”

“You suggested this.” Shoko’s reply is curt, ending on a slight wince of pain as you brush through her hair behind her, pinning up and putting her hair in a bun, several hairties held between your lips as you begin tucking out a singular strand of her bangs.

“Perfect!” Satoru’s sunglasses are pushed up and placed in your hair, his uniform similar to the oversized one you regularly wear, save for it being many times longer due to his height. You… Can’t exactly walk either. Or even see through his sunglasses. If you put them on, it'd be pitch black.

Suguru… Isn’t doing so well next to Satoru. Despite your uniform usually being a good fit on you, with room for space… He can’t exactly button up your dress shirt or slip on your long skirt.

Your button-up is tight against his chest. If Shoko’s shirt on Satoru was struggling to hold on, the buttons on your own shirt on Suguru were hanging on for dear life. He could only button the middlemost one, for if he did button the rest, he'd be struggling to breathe.

“There’s no way I can fit in this…” You’re trying to look away, quickly pulling the sunglasses over your eyes to black out your vision before you’re caught admiring either of them for the skin they were showing.

(They already caught you.)

"Ehh? Suguru that's so inappropriate." Satoru's crossing his arms as he regards his other half, getting a good closeup glimpse of your button basically screaming as he clasped on with all of its might. He pokes at Suguru's exposed pecs.

("Are you keeping something from me in your workout?!"

"We have the same goddamn routine.")

"I can't exactly help it, can I?" He's now trying to pull up your skirt, the waistline, much like Gojo's, struggling to get over his thighs as he struggles to pull them on over his boxers.

"I did it!" Shoko's skirt was now tightly over his hips, so short that the bottom of his dragonfly boxers were still exposed. His hands are haughtily placed over his hips as he began to strut over to both yourself and Shoko.

"Oh, Gojo. You actually got it on-"

"Ah." Gojo's eyes go blank, smile freezing as he hears a rip from Shoko's skirt, the same time the singular button of yours decided to give out.

("You need to start laying off the mochi."

"Suguru, you're so mean!"

"I think it's good that he's eating so healthily..."

"See?! (name) thinks eating well is-"

"The only thing you're gonna end up with is diabetes.")

Shoko’s simply regarding them both with a chuckle, watching amusedly as Gojo makes Geto suck in his stomach to pull your skirt up. Shoko places her arm around your shoulder posed with a V-sign as she points the camera upward, Gojo and Geto in the background with her and yourself smiling up with your sunglass-clad face in the foreground.

"Cheese!"

("We weren't ready!"

"Too bad.")

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Notes:

Suguru was the one who repaired all the broken uniforms. He brought you out shopping for threads and needles with him. You have a special button on your uniform now. One he specially picked out.

Shoko didn't kill Satoru for her uniform. She just got him to give her a pack of cigarettes instead. Needed a reason for him to owe her.

Satoru was the one who suggested this. Initially, the plan was to swap all your uniforms without anyone knowing, but Shoko caught him when he was busy trying to 'sneakily' take yours. (He shamelessly walked into your room whilst you were napping in the loungeroom.)

(You don't actually mind any of the SSS trio doing that. You take trips to Gojo's room to borrow a lot of his outerwear. They're really good quality.)

Suguru always looked way buffer and broader than Satoru in their high school days, so I have described this story as such.

The photo was actually printed out. Everyone received a copy. Including Yaga. (Gojo's doing.)

#geto x reader x gojo #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #dyf au #satosugu x reader #whalewrites #geto suguru x reader #jjk fluff

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marmot567 · 23 days

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bitter orange — okkotsu yūta [1/3]

pairings. okkotsu yūta + f! reader/original character (main); past!orimito rika + f!reader; past!okkotsu yūta + orimito rika warnings/themes. mentions of death, jealousy, hints of obsession and possession. just a lil dark romance practice (which is barely any dark romance tbh who am i kidding) sprinkled with food motifs but i dont know what im doing im just here for the vibes :P mostly sfw with nsfw themes but nothing sexual bc im too scared to go down that dark path (also no use of y/n bc i started writing with an original name and it unfortunately stuck lawl... can be treated as either or it doesnt matter tbh i cant write anything outside of 2nd person anwyay) word count. 2.8k words nothing too crazy xd playlist. knuckle velvet, ethel cain; velvet ring, big thief; pure, cigarettes after sex; only in the dreams, the marias; be my mistake, the 1975; mary, alex g next

it’s been a long time since i have seen my beloved. the moss has grown on that abetachibana tree

PART ONE: ichigo daifuku

Gojō Satoru tells you that love is the most twisted curse of them all.

He had said it in passing after your first solo mission, right as you were entering the car back to Jujutsu Tech before talking your ear off with his lame jokes. The mission had consisted of exorcizing a curse that had persistently haunted an abandoned apartment complex in Omotesandō, assigned to you by the higher-ups in accordance with your newly promoted rank as a Grade 2 sorcerer, having decided that a Grade 1 was doable enough for someone of your caliber. The curse itself wasn’t anything special, though, only repeating gargled confessions of its love to some ‘Chiyo-chan’—whoever she was—the whole time you were dodging its attacks, which was incredibly annoying. You liked your battles in silence, quick and succinct, but curses make that difficult to achieve.

Gojō muses it could have been a past lover, this Chiyo-chan—its love for her having cursed itself. You didn’t really care. If you keep up the good work, complete your required missions and get another recommendation, you could be ranked a Semi-Grade 1 by your second year, then a Grade 1 by your third and nothing else after that because unless you were someone like Gojō Satoru, then you are capped forever at Grade 1.

“So anyway—snacks you like?” said sorcerer asks, finally done with his previous tale. Something about an old coworker. “Mochi, senbei, or taiyaki? Personally, I'm a mochi ice cream type of guy!”

You look at him.

“Why are you here again?”

“... Is your memory that small, Ume? I was proctoring you,” he tuts, mouth turned downwards. “Congrats on the promotion, by the way.”

You shrug. “Ichigo daifuku is good, I guess.”

He smiles, wryly.

“You’re joking, right?”

The building facing your childhood home had been home to Orimito Rika, an unsuspecting property with a decent front yard and the occasional street cat or two often shooed away by her irate grandmother. “Mean granny,” you’d often call her, the insult drowned out by your hushed giggles as you played with your dolls. Rika wouldn’t say anything about it, wouldn’t dare verbally agree with you, but she would always nod her head down, the corners of her lips turned up too high.

You didn’t particularly hate the old woman, but there was a certain kind of satisfaction to saying it behind her back after all the times you’ve caught her looking at her granddaughter in unbridled scorn, your own little form of revenge. You could never understand how her only remaining family could look at her like that, not when Rika was so beautiful and kind; like the cherry blossoms during spring, falling gently along with the wind. Sure, she could be a little cunning at times, and none of the other kids at school liked her because “something’s odd about her, can’t you just hang out with us instead?”—but that’s what makes her interesting, right?

Rika isn’t weird, she’s pretty, and you’re the bee drawn to her. She’s only older than you by a year, ten instead of nine, but she always played with you, taught you how to make flower crowns at the park, and when you walked home from school she’d always hold your hand. Her smile is blindingly bright, the sound of her voice a song you couldn’t stop listening to. Selfishly, you wish it would always be the two of you together; playing with your dolls, walking home with your hands intertwined.

But when she came back from the hospital, so did Okkotsu Yūta.

You could never see what she saw in him; he was short and just a little bit pathetic, always trailing after her like a lost puppy at first. You could push him off the swing and he'd move on with a sniffle, the kind to give up the plastic shovel even though he desperately needed it to finish his sand castle because he didn’t want to fight a girl. He smiled shyly and hid his hands behind his back, looking at you like he was looking for your approval. Of course, you never gave him the time of day, because it felt like he had stolen Rika—your Rika. It was supposed to be just you and her, but that wasn’t the case anymore. Now there was Okkotsu Yūta, who held Rika’s other hand after school, who took away her attention from you so easily.

“He’s so cute, isn’t he?” she asks often, a light blush dusting her face.

“I guess,” is your reply.

“Ne,” she calls, presenting to you a small, black box. You look at it in apprehension, wincing when she eventually opens it. “What do you think of this ring? It was my mom’s. I’m gonna give this to Yūta-kun, do you think he’ll like it?”

The ring was immensely simple, a silver-colored band with a small diamond in front, glinting under the light. Nevermind the fact that it was too big for a child’s fingers to fit in, Rika presented it to you as if it held all the answers to the world. Although her parents were dead, and she had definitely stolen it from her grandmother’s dresser, the ring spoke full of promise. When she takes it out of the box and lets you inspect it, it feels heavy.

“... You really like him, don’t you, Rika-chan?” you ask, quietly.

Rika looks at the stupid piece of jewelry, painfully smitten.

“Mhm,” she affirms. “I really like Yūta-kun. I want to be with him forever! Of course, I like you too, Ume-chan. You and Yūta-kun are my favorite people in the world!”

You close the box, handing it back to her. When Rika looks at you expectantly, you realize then that you could never bring yourself to take that happiness away from her.

The koinobori flies.

“It’s so pretty!” Rika exclaims, eyes wide and staring up at the sky where the huge, windsock carp moves around. It’s bathed in all sorts of colors—from red to blue to white to green—dancing along the azure expanse in commemoration of Children’s Day. The weather is just right, not too hot nor too cold, and the wind caresses your skin gently, the sun not too harsh. It makes the color of Rika’s hair shine in all the right ways, adds more sparkle in her already bright eyes. She’s wearing a yellow sundress, a nice change from her usual blue one. The cream-colored hat you let her borrow covers her face with the shade, but her smile remains bright and blinding. She looks pretty.

She gives you all of her ichigo daifuku, and shares Yūta’s snacks. She doesn’t even like chimaki.

“Are you sure, Rika-chan?” you ask, looking at the two sweets in your hands.

She beams. “You like them, don’t you?”

You keep them with you until the end of the event.

The day passes by incredibly fast, your little trio having exhausted yourselves from running around the park alongside the other children. Yūta chases Rika around the park, and you watch them squeal and laugh at each other and hold hands. You watch them take a nap under the shade, their pinkies intertwined, and you watch as the ugly color of green blinds your eyesight. You leave them be.

Sometimes, you wish you’re the colorful koinobori flying in the sky. You’d let Rika hold on to you, let her fly and hear her amused laugh as the wind tickles her skin. Sometimes, you wish Yūta slapped the ring away from her hands when she handed it to him. Wish he stomped it on the ground and at the same time stomped on her heart. Wish he didn’t take it with a huge smile and agree that he’d marry her when they get older; he’s not the one who’d wait long lines just to get her the best ichigo daifuku, not the one who’d jump at the other kids when they so much as think of insulting her, and he won’t be the one who’d choose to stay with her when she’s all gray and old cause he’s a boy, and boys would never do that.

Sometimes, you wish he never liked her at all—because he never deserved her in the first place.

Okkotsu Yūta could never love Orimito Rika like you.

He sits beside you at lunch.

Rika’s been bedridden for the whole week, which subsequently ruins your week. Yūta doesn’t seem to mind her absence all that much since he doesn’t see her a lot during classes anyway, but they’re supposed to be engaged. He should always be thinking of her, should be acting as miserable as you even at the unripe age of nine. He looks too okay with her absence when he shouldn’t be.

“What’s this?” you ask, pointing at the small bag of snacks he had placed on the cover of your bento.

“Hm?” he looks up. “Oh, it’s norimaki senbei.”

“... And?” you prod.

He tilts his head. “You don’t want it?”

“... I don’t want it.”

He looks at you thoughtfully.

“But you like them, don’t you?” he asks though he’s acting like he already knows, like you’ll take it regardless of what you say. It’s annoying.

You look at the seaweed-wrapped rice crackers—the stupid norimaki senbei—in mild contempt. “Why are you giving it to me?”

Yūta’s smile is small, knowing. “Because you don’t like sweets.”

You frown.

She’s a sweet girl.

You think of Orimoto Rika like that because it’s true—she smiles sweetly, she speaks sweetly, and she likes sweet things. She tells you that her favorite snack is ichigo daifuku, the very same confection you always begged your parents to buy for you just so you could share them with her. It pays off all the time because then she’d look as sweet as the daifuku itself, her cheeks as red as the fruit within it. She also likes hanami dango, but she doesn’t like the green part because she doesn’t really like the subtle taste of yomogi, so you eat the rest for her because she doesn’t want to waste it. She likes cold tea instead of hot, sweet instead of savory, like yuzu iced tea or bubbly ramune in comparison to the nutty taste of hōjicha. When you go to the store, she always gets the kompeitō with some random anime character on the packaging because those were the “cutest kind of kompeitō,” and Rika likes cute things.

She also likes the color pink, but when you ask her what her favorite color is she’d say it’s blue. It’s blue not because she wears that blue dress all the time, but blue because it’s the color of Okkotsu Yūta’s eyes, bright and round and always looking at her. Rika likes it that way—she likes how Okkotsu Yūta is always looking at her with his blue eyes, unwavering and full of adoration for her and her only.

You think Orimito Rika is a sweet girl, but sometimes she’s more than that. Sometimes, when the other kids get brave enough to drag you away from her, tell you to stop hanging out with her, they say it’s because Rika doesn’t like anyone else but Okkotsu Yūta.

Sometimes, when they tell you that, you wonder if Rika liked you at all, way before Okkotsu Yūta came into the picture.

But most of the time, you don’t really care. Even if Rika didn’t like you, you’d still like her. Even if she’d only have her eyes set on Okkotsu Yūta with his stupid blue eyes and his stupid norimaki senbei and stupid chimaki that he shared with her on the fifth of May, you’d still like her because she’s Rika—beautiful, kind, and wonderful Rika.

She has things she doesn’t like, too, such as other people but never Yūta-kun or Ume-chan! She likes it when people compliment her and praise her looks and give her free stuff like ramune or ichigo daifuku or Sailor Moon-themed kompeitō from the store, but sometimes she tells you that she dislikes this certain group of girls from Yūta’s class, dislikes the boy assigned as your seatmate, her homeroom teacher, the “weird” guy who works at the konbini a street over, and dislikes it even more when her grandmother looks at her and tells her she killed her own father without even saying anything at all.

You know all those things because you know Orimito Rika. You like her even if she holds intense dislike for the people outside her circle, people who tick her off just a little for you to see her smile crack at the edges and go stiff, the little twitch of her brown eyes, and most importantly, you still like her when all she wants in the world is the attention of the boy who wears her deceased mother’s ring.

You’ll always want sweet girls like her.

“Where’s Rika-chan?”

“Her grandma won’t let her go out today,” Yūta says, sitting next to you on the bench. “So it’s just you and me.”

He says it dejectedly, but it’s not enough for you. If he was really sad, then he’d be as sad as you are, so you start packing your belongings. “I’m leaving, then.”

He startles, standing up. “Huh? W–wait! Don’t leave just yet!”

“But Rika-chan’s not here,” you frown. “There’s no point in hanging out today.”

He falters, looking down at the ground.

“Even if she isn’t here, we can still play together…” he offers, looking up at you timidly. “We’re friends, too, aren’t we?”

The green-eyed monster stares at the silver chain wrapped around his neck, the ring acting as its pendant tucked underneath his shirt—like an unattainable treasure trapped inside a chest with the key thrown away somewhere you cannot find it. We’re not friends, the monster says with a snarl, stay away from me.

If there is one thing you know, then it’s that you have never wanted to be friends with Okkotsu Yūta, not after he took everything from you. He can butter you up by sticking to you during class and sitting next to you at lunch and even offering you some of his not-ichigo daifuku, not-yuzu iced tea, and not-colorful anime-themed kompeitō but you will and have never liked him for the green-eyed monster will always sit on your shoulder so long as he wears that ring on his person, a physical manifestation of his promise with Rika. Your Rika, even if that’s not really the case.

You will never like Okkotsu Yūta, because—because he—

“... What’re we even gonna do?” you ask, slowly.

He immediately brightens up.

“… Wanna get ice cream?” he offers. “There’s a new flavor I wanna try!”

His suggestion does not entice you at all, but when he stands there with an outstretched hand waiting for you to take it, like it’ll matter if you reject him, you find yourself at a crossroads. But you make your decision soon enough. Like it’ll matter, like the green-eyed monster isn’t there, staring.

“Okay,” you say, moving past him to start walking. He blinks incredulously at the blatant rejection before gathering himself and following after you, a prep to his step regardless of your actions.

You try to ignore the warmth of his body next to yours.

He’s too close.

“Yūta-kun’s birthday is in a few days,” Rika announces, lying on your spare futon. “Did you get him anything?”

You didn’t. “... Yeah.”

“Really? What is it?” she cranes her neck to face you. “What’d you get him?”

She doesn’t want your gift being better than hers, it checks out. “Um… just a toy. A garbage truck.”

“Oh, okay,” she turns back to face the ceiling. “I made him a scrapbook with photos of us. I worked really hard on it… do you think he’ll like it?”

“He’ll like anything you give him.”

She’s already given him a ring—what else could compare to that?

Rika smiles. “I guess… you’re right.”

Soon enough, she goes to sleep, breathing softly beside you as your fan fills the silence of the night. You continue staring at the ceiling, making out the little dents despite the lack of light. You squeeze the hand that holds your under the cover, before closing your eyes.

You hear her softly breathe on a steady beat alongside the fan whirring in the corner, and you close your eyes, squeezing her hand tighter underneath the covers of your too-close futon.

You’ll have to ask your parents for some money tomorrow.

“Rika-chan isn’t here again,” Yūta says dejectedly. “Her granny’s too strict.”

“She hates her,” you say quietly.

Yūta looks at you, confused. “What’d you say?”

“Nothing. Your birthday’s coming up soon, what are you doing that day?”

“Uwah—you remember?”

“Rika-chan told me.”

“Oh, well,” he smiles sheepishly, “we have school that day, but after that I’ll be celebrating at my house. I’m thinking of just inviting Rika-chan and you over… um, so, will you come?”

“I’ll go if Rika-chan is going.”

He blinks, before a smile blooms on his face. “Okay! I’ll see you, then.”

It happens when you aren't there.

It never should have happened at all.

Orimito Rika is pronounced dead at the age of eleven, her body unrecognizable under the heavy weight of a blue truck.

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cacti-are-like-flamingos · 9 months

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Desert Oasis...

Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru

The Cursed Trio | Wasted Oxygen

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Suguru and Gojo would often lounge around this particular area in the forests near the school. Most times, they didn't really do much. They simply basked silently under the shades of the trees, the wind blowing through their hair as they relaxed like cats sunbathing belly-up.

Sometimes, very rarely, they dared to dream about their futures. The life of a Jujutsu Sorcerer was hard, and they all knew that. It was just that sometimes the thought would pop up, and it was hard as hell to stop once it was on its roll.

Gojo was convinced that he would continue to be you and Suguru's sugar daddy in the future, while Suguru mostly remained silent, silently wondering if they would even survive that long.

A thought that was quickly dismissed as Gojo threw himself into his lap, arms folded under his head while he mischievously poked at Suguru's ankle from underneath. A smirk played on his pale face when he saw his pondering friend lightly glare at him, but Suguru acquiesced nonetheless.

And so, Gojo began his rant on the endless ways you, specifically, would squeeze him dry until he had no more money left. He cited your boundless hunger for sweets and spicy foods, and what-not.

It was halfway through that interaction when you finally appeared, a sleepy look on your face as you stumbled over to the pair. A bag of mochis hung from your forearm as you settled yourself next to Gojo, laying out the contents of the bag neatly on the grass before resting your head on the silver demon's abdomen.

Your arrival prompted different reactions from each of them.

Gojo mocked, "Ah! How'd you know we were talking about your stupid ass? Hm? Eavesdropper much." Meanwhile, Suguru playfully smirked up at you, his voice suave as he greeted, "Brought me something? Always so sweet to us."

And you hated how true that was — whenever you went out, you always bought them stuff. Why did you do that? Did you think if you could just prove your worth and usefulness, they'd stick around a little lon-- "Ohhh, they got us sakura mochi, 'Toru. From that one shop you really like too!" "See, they all fall in love with me eventually," the other playfully remarked.

Too exhausted, you did the next big thing — you stole his sunglasses and put them on. (No one ever spoke about it, but whenever Gojo found you asleep, he'd put his sunglasses on you so that the lights couldn't bother you as much. A fact he found out from Ieiri after he compared your room to the bat cave.)

Lately, the higher-ups had been sending you on more missions, so much so that you barely had any time to sleep.

At first, both of them would argue for you to go to your room rather than hang around them (Gojo would be more insulting about it — "Go to bed, shit for brains."), but you refused. You were adamant about spending time with them, even if you were unconscious.

Suguru, knowing that you missed them, had a thoughtful idea to give you something of his to ease that feeling of longing (impossible tbh, we got them abandonment issues). He generously offered you one of his earrings (has spares), and you proudly wore that shit with great pride.

In truth, they both hated how the higher-ups were running you ragged; your eye bags were far more pronounced than usual. They had no idea how you kept up with them whenever they decided to visit the plaza when you seemed to always be running on fumes.

Eventually, though, you caught a break. And when that happened, everyone knew to be careful when walking near your room. You had always had a sensitive ear, so even a single loud sound would have you up and about, unable to go back to sleep.

There was a legit a warning sign, constructed by Ieiri and Haibara, stating "Beware. Sleeping dumb bitch ahead." A mini-Gojo was crudely drawn on it, flipping the reader off, and it was taped onto an orange cone. You have no idea of its existence nor will you ever. (That is until a certain pink-haired boy stumbles upon it decades later)

That's a lie; you did come across the orange cone one time. I mean, you were the one who drew the mini-Gojo in light blue crayon.

Kento was the only person who could wake you up without you getting majorly grumpy (no, seriously, a grumpy you was like seeing an actual demon claw its way out of hell ---, terrifying).

Mainly because you found his face pretty, and you would feel bad for bothering him so much, although you could never tell if he was displeased, considering he was always so freaking stoic. It scared you to no end. I mean, how the hell were you supposed to adjust your personality accordingly? Shittt.

Either way, the moment you woke up, Ieiri was already by your door with a fresh cup of coffee and books in hand -- oh god, you had forgotten you were still a student. Surprisingly, you had remarkable grades, mainly because the subject of curses and the history of Jujutsu was far more interesting than regular non-sorcerer topics.

However, there was only so much reading you could do before it felt like your eyeballs would fall out of their sockets. (In the end, you always crammed the information at the last minute before the exam, so it was what it was.)

Side fact: You once went with Utahime to one of those pottery-making cafes and made Ieiri an ashtray in the shape of a cat. (She kept it in her room, near the window sill. It was always full of ash.)

While you studied, Ieiri had a habit of ordering pizza from that one place nearby and would have one of the boys get it. Never Gojo, though, because one time, the pizza never arrived at your room. So when you both went to check, there he was, stuffing his face with your pizza. (Ugh I want to order pizza so bad)

I wouldn't say he almost died at your hands that day, but he did come rather close to it. Haibara and Suguru had to be the ones to pull you off the lanky bastard while you growled like some wild animal.

Gojo actually looked terrified for the first time in his life. (Maybe a bit disgusted tho)

Yaga had made it a rule that no one was allowed to touch your food, whatsoever, unless you offered it. (Which was ironic, considering Gojo would steal from you whenever you were out snacking in the middle of the night. Talk about mood swings!)

Additionally, when you weren't busy catching up with schoolwork or being sent out on missions, the three of you liked to visit the local waterparks

I thought about figuring out who the person was that planned the whole event with an itinerary and all, while also trying to figure out who were the ones that just sent the money (TikTok trend). But then, I remembered that Gojo would be the one to plan the entire trip AND pay for it all. Oh, how he loved to spoil you two. (Fucking show off of a bastard)

It was known that even though Gojo was willing to buy you and Suguru food for the day, you still brought a cooler filled with snacks you had spent the night before making, along with their favorite drinks.

For some reason, Gojo was OBSESSED with this one company of sparkling water. It had barely a hint of flavor, and you hated it beyond belief, always complaining about it when you saw it in his hands. But still, you got it for him because you were such a good friend meh

As for Suguru, he never admitted it, but he liked his sandwiches without the crust. It made him feel like a child again, as though there was still a sliver of innocence left in him.

(When you weren't looking, he used to pry the crust off the bread. But you noticed either way, that's why whenever you made him a snack --- you'd cut it off for him.)

Suguru had taken on the responsibility of packing the extra clothes for when you were all ready to dry off and change into something far more comfortable. The night before, he had rummaged through all of your closets, making sure everything was prepared.

(There was one time when you all had planned to go out the next day, early in the morning, to the beach or waterparks. However, the very same night, you all ended up partying. The following morning, both you and Suguru were panicking all over the place, trying to get everything ready for a day at the park while Gojo laughed with a Pac-Man animation. The one where he 'steps' on the ants) (Add-on: Suguru rushed through your closets, tripping on things on the floor as he looked for outfits you could all wear, quietly cursing both you and Gojo under his breath for having such messy rooms)

You loved going on the group water rides, the ones where they gave you a giant floaty to hang onto, and all of you held on for dear life as you plunged down the steepest of tunnels. Your screams echoed throughout the thick plastic, adding to the thrill. Sometimes, during the wild ride, one of your friends would lose their grip on the float, leading them to cling onto a limb or grab onto someone's hair for dear life.

The number of times someone had to dive down to the floor of the pool to look for Gojo's glasses was fucking ridiculous. He seemed to do it on purpose for the extra thrill (also, that someone was Suguru, since he had sensitive eyes that reacted badly to the pool chemicals).

You, on the other hand, had the privilege of choosing the floaty. It was a flamingo, your favorite (😌).

But your favorite ride of all time was the lazy river. You could just laze away as you drifted through the stream, sipping on your coca-cola. Meanwhile, Gojo and Suguru soaked each other with water from their respective floaties.

Also, you and Gojo had a thing for those really big beach hats — the ones you'd see femme fatales wear in old-timey movies. He would use his to scoop up water before throwing it over Suguru's head, who would then playfully steal your hat (you'd screech in protest) and do the same, throwing the gathered water back onto Gojo.

Moreover, sunscreen is not allowed in this group. It was an all-or-nothing situation. They either endured the burning sun together or endure the bitching of all; there was no in-between. (And if you ever needed to get rid of a burn overnight, you had the answer after the countless times you had to do it for your stupid idiots.)

(The remedy was simple: refrigerate some aloe vera and lotion. Crank the air conditioner to the lowest temperature. Methodically apply the cold aloe vera and lotion all over the burns while gently massaging ice cubes into the affected areas. Every time the ice cube melts, repeat the entire process. Additionally, a cold shower for about an hour helps too Genuinely recommend)

Gojo had obviously been the one to burn the most, his face and back all red and sizzling as he squirmed under your cold hands. He screeched at you like a pterodactyl, cursing you to stay away. But as soon as he got used to the sensation, he was literally purring in your lap. His arms wrapped around your thighs as you leaned forward to soothe the angry red of his back with the balls of your palms. (There's a meme on the clock app, the "You let whitey burn!" That's how I imagine this)

Afterward, you focused on Suguru, who had just come out of a cold shower. He didn't really have a sunburn, much like you, because the two of you liked to stick to the shade while watching Gojo run around like a maniac under the scorching sun. But he still had some on the tops of his shoulders, so you applied the aloe vera there. He gave you an appreciative hum as you did so.

You had a light burn below your ankles because the umbrella you two were under only covered just above them. So Gojo grabbed you a bucket of cold water to engulf your feet in — he was laughing the whole time as he kept you in place, while Suguru had to drag your unwilling limbs into the icy hell.

Oh, none of you made it into your respective beds. The moment all of you managed to, in some capacity, soothe away your pains, you were all out like night-lights, snoring away in the recreational room where the others could see you.

So many pictures were taken that night, especially by a certain insomniac girl who liked to smoke a lot. Later on, she sent them to all three of you.

The photo showed the three of you all messily sleeping on each other, with Gojo's long legs draped over your own while he uncomfortably curled into you, and you laid your head right on Suguru's chest, his arm wrapped around your collarbone like a very loose necklace. (Gojo was shaped like a C, you were laying vertically, and Suguru was laying horizontally by the top of your head)

Gojo saved this photo as his lockscreen

You had Gojo's sunglasses strewn over your face, Suguru's earring on the left right ear.

Gojo had your long lost bracelet on his wrist and one of Suguru's hair tie

Suguru has one of your obnoxious hair bands (you like those fabric ones that have a shit ton of decorations) and a bag of Gojo's favorite treats (on the way back, all of you stopped by for some sweets) laid by his waist

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(A/N): 9 a.m.: I see a lot of you are liking this little series. I'm so happy you guys enjoy these little snippets of life --- I just hope you bulletproof for this about to hurt.

8: 48 p.m.: Hi hello ignore my previous comment. :) Also, I may or may have not given myself a concussion so if I die tonight...it is what it is 🤷

The Higher-Up's really seem to be running you ragged? Why is that?

How is it that you have this uncanny ability to always say the right things? Could it be related to your cursed technique?

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writeshite · 11 months

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can u write a homelander x male reader, I'd prefer fluff but I dont really care. (Noone writes x male readers😭)

John wakes up to a second heartbeat. His soulmate’s guide is six years overdue, and the cuddliest, friendliest dog he’s ever met, a dark brownish-red golden retriever - John calls him Scout. Dr. Vogelbaum is surprised - firstly, that the universe gave John a soulmate, and secondly, that a dog managed to trot its way into a secure location with little effort - it takes three dead scientists before they realize Scout is here to stay. Vought hates Scout until he can make a profit. Some mediocre photographer snaps a photo of John carrying Scout after he’d run through the mud; it’s on the internet in under an hour and the highest trending photo in the United States by dinnertime.

‘Everything you need to know about Homelander’s soulmate.’

‘13 facts about golden retriever guides, and what that can tell you about Homelander’s soulmate.’

‘How to get guides to choose you.’

The internet dissolves into a mess overnight, and the subject of John’s soulmate is trending globally; the week before Valentine’s Day is his soulmate tour, thousands of people come along, and Scout becomes the face of the ideal guide. John feels so many things - proud when the world praises his guide, confused as Scout’s friendly demeanor makes it harder to find his soulmate, and downright murderous when a fan tries to drag Scout to her and get him to like her - Sitwell tries something similar to the latter, reaching out once to pet the dog, before getting her arm bitten. John laughs, his tone cold as Scout darts behind his legs. When the Seven is formed, the others are a mixed bag; John doesn’t care enough to pay them attention, and they do the opposite, openly gawking at Scout, eyes widening further when Scout outwardly prefers his company; they want to ask, but clam up when he glares at them, hesitant to touch the guide.

“Can’t you take me to my soulmate, already?” he asks Scout one morning; the dog tilts his head, tongue hanging out, and John swears he nods his head in response. Scout grabs his glove, and darts off with it, dodging John as he attempts to grab him; John is just about ready to throw caution to the wind when Scout stops; John doesn’t, flying directly into a tree. He’s not knocked out, but it takes a moment for the ringing to stop; when his eyes open again, you’re standing over him.

“Oh my god, Homelander, sir, are you alright?”

John never quite understood how people could just know their soulmate by sight, even with their guides, he just never understood how people were 100% certain, but now looking at you, it’s like his whole mind just screams ‘yes.’ You hold out your hand for him to take, helping him stand, even with the gloves; your touch just feels right; Scout is the happiest John has ever seen him, tail wagging fast, “Oh, hello again,” you say to him, scratching Scout just behind the ears, you turn to John with a fond teasing smile, and he knows he’s already gone. “So, I guess this means the cat’s all you?” The cat is an orange ragdoll that, according to you, has scratched, bitten, hissed, and attacked anyone who came too close to you for her liking; John’s proud to hear that you named her Mochi, and he’s less proud of that, “Mean cats need cute names,” you simply state.

“What, you’re gonna give me a cute name too, then,” he snickers.

“I don’t see why not,” you eye him for a second, pursing your lips as you think of a name, “Snookums.” His face scrunches in horror, and you laugh, “Ok, ok, that was bad. Honeybun? Pudding? Pumpkin?” You rotate through so many names, each one as sappy as the last one, John’s expressions fueling your laughter further - there’s the distinct sound of a camera shutter, but John ignores it - placing a hand over your mouth as you dissolve into giddy hysterics. “Alright, point taken,” you say, and John is acutely aware of how close he’s pulled you to him. “How about your name then? I can’t just call you Homelander forever.”

“John,” he says.

“John. Johnathan,” You try the words on your tongue, “Jonnie, Johnny Boy.” You shake your head, “Yeah, I’ll stick with John.” You smile, giving John your name, “Nice to meet you, John.”

#homelander x male reader #homelander x reader #shitedrabbles #i feel your pain cause i'm 99.999% sure i've read through all the male reader fics for my fav characters #animal guide soulmate AUs are my favorite they're fucking hilarious. get it? scout. cause homelander's like a boy scout :D i'll see myself #shitequeue #i might return to this AU i think #this is me just rambling #soulmate au

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nana-mania · 1 year

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“SPOILED” he loves being spoiled by his rich girlfriend

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : izana kurokawa

࿐*ೃ fandom : tokyo revengers

࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, fluff

࿐*ೃ tw : cursing

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ "IS IT JUST me or has Izana been acting odd lately?"

Kakucho spoke up, breaking the silence between him and the Brutal Generation, as well as the executives of Tenjiku. He was unable to contain his curiosity much longer. He pondered in his mind all the time; whether the others noticed this subtle change in Izana.

"Izana has always been unhinged, Kakucho. Since when he's not acting odd?" Ran casually remarked, finding his question strange. "You know him personally much more than we do. Surely, we can't give you any answers even if you demand one from us." Rindou added.

"What's so odd about Izana anyway?" Shion asked, his brain still trying its hardest to discern the meaning behind Kakucho's inquiry. "If you are talking about how he has been hanging out a lot on his own, I personally don't think it's strange." Kanji stated whilst he munched on a mochi.

"You know him. He doesn't like it when we question his actions." Muto advised, patting the younger male's broad back to reassure him. "I know, but...ahh, there is just something off about him. I can't get it out of my mind unless I figure it out." Kakucho argued, persistently staying true to himself.

"My gut feeling is too strong for me to ignore it... Alright, that's it. I'm going out to check on Izana. He went out to the city again today. You guys wanna tag along?" Kakucho offered invitation to the rest of the executives. Shion, Kanji and Muto were unsure. They didn't want to dig their own grave.

But the two Haitanis thought otherwise. They were thrilled by the idea of spying on Izana during his casual stroll in the city. They might discover something unbelievable.

"We are coming along~" Ran agreed to Kakucho's invitation, his hand resting on top of Rindou's head. Rindou wore a wide grin on his face, excited by the adventure they were about to experience. It could be a death wish but who cares! Life wasn't fun without taking risk.

Seeing two of them agreeing to this maniacal, suicide-borderline plan, Kanji, Shion and Muto sighed defeatedly and eventually agreed to Kakucho as well. Delighted by their cooperation, he smiled at the older males happily.

"Alright, let's go now!"

Meanwhile, in the city, Izana was strolling in a clothing store with you, browsing the various clothes and shoes sold in the store in complete silence. There was no way he would want to buy them as most the stuffs he wanted was overpriced.

His amethyst-hued eyes suddenly landed on a pair of shoes. He stared long at the said shoes, as if he was attracted to them. He was unaware of how long he was fixing his gaze at the footwear. Noticing his behavior, you smiled at him and picked up the shoes he secretly wished to have.

Shocked by your action, Izana looked at you in disbelief. "No, not again." He opposed your idea. He knew you too well; you were planning to buy the shoes for him. But you shook your head and brought the shoes along as you and your boyfriend made your way to the store clerk.

"Yes, again. I told you, just buy anything you want. I can pay for the goods."

"You're always spoiling me."

"And I love doing that. Especially spoiling you."

Izan smiled softly at you, his one and only girlfriend. To be honest, he didn't know you were from a wealthy family until he went on a first date with you. It was astonishing to figure out this interesting fact about you.

Izana reached out his hand and held your hand warmly. "That's why I love you so much, mahal." He whispered seductively into your ear, tightening his hold on your hand. Your cheeks heated up upon hearing his attractive voice. God, you always had a thing for voice. Hearing a sexy voice like his made you weak in the knees. "I love you too, sweetie."

You paid for the shoes much to Izana's happiness. He never, never even once asked you to spoil him with your wealth. You willingly did it for him and he appreciated it so much. Even though he couldn't buy any expensive gifts like you did, you adored every single thing he did or give to you as presents.

You weren't a picky and judgmental girl.

"So, where should we go now?"

"Mahal, I'm hungry. Can we stop by KFC?"

"Sure! And you better keep your wallet in your pocket. Today's date is on me."

"But..."

"No buts. I invited you to the date so I have the rights to spoil you."

Izana chuckled while rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. You were persistently stubborn when it came to this topic. It was no surprise to know you hated being the spoiled one during date. Only on rare occasion, you would let him pay during the date.

"If you say so, mahal." Izana leaned in to kiss your forehead. Your face went ablaze, delighted by his soft kiss. That was right, this was what you wanted. Receiving rewards in the form of physical touched everytime you spoiled him. Izana was the best when it came to showing love through physical touch.

Hooking your arm with his, you and Izana walked out of the clothing store as he flirted with you, effortlessly causing warmth to spread across your cheeks.

"After this...wanna come over to my place to chill, mahal?" Izana whispered flirtatiously into your ear. You could practically hear the smirk in his teasing voice as his arm found its way to snake around your waist. "I love to reward you for all the treats and spoiling...you deserve so much from me."

"Eager much, aren't you? I'm always up for it. I love to be spoiled by you later."

"Thought you hated being coddled by me, mahal."

"Your "spoiling" is different and that's why I love it."

The warmth in your cheeks kept rising up. You could never stop flirting with Izana when he started making his move. He would continue whispering sweet nothings until you overheated.

Unbeknownst to the couple, a group of curious delinquents were spying on them with the youngest having his jaw dropped to the ground in disbelief.

"I-Izana...since when did he— has a partner?" Kakucho gasped, his mouth agape wide open. Shion, Muto, Kanji, Ran and Rindou were left speechless as well. Izana, never once, showed the slightest bit interest in relationship considering that man hated "troublesome burden". Hence, seeing him all sweet with a girl was a miracle. This fact might take a while to be embedded into their brain.

"Let's go follow them. I need to confirm again—"

Much to Kakucho's misfortune, Rindou unintentionally slipped and brutally pushed Kakucho out of their hiding spot. Due to panic, all of them left the alleyway to help Kakucho and Rindou to get back on their feet.

Of course, this led to their downfall.

Thanked to the chaos, Izana and you were drawn to take a look. The Tenjiku leader was displeased to find his executives all hoarded together. He figured out right away that they were spying on him.

"You know them?" You asked, curious of his sudden change of facial expression. You were still linking your arm with his. Izana's face scrunched with irritation, aggravated by their rude interruption. You knew Izana was involved in gang activities but you had never found out that he was the leader of his own gang.

"What the fuck are you guys doing here?!" Izana yelled at his exeuctives. His roaring voice sent shivers down to their spine. He untangled his arm from your hold, dangerously walking toward the other elite delinquents of his gang. Shion was on the verge of tears, fearing for his life and safety.

"S-Shit, run! RUN! FUCKING RUN!!" Shion, being the most coward among all of them, made a run from Izana's wrath. Izana ignored the others as they were already frozen on their spots so he began chasing after Shion, catching up with his speed easily.

"Wait, you fucker! I'm gonna fucking kill you for interrupting my date!!"

The small chaos somehow turned into a big calamity as Shion, Kakucho, Ran, Rindou, Muto and Kanji now needed to face Izana's rage.

While you just stood there all confused but enjoyed the evening drama nonetheless.

࿐*ೃ thanks for reading this short scenario! likes, interaction and reblogs are deeply appreciated ♡

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #izana kurokawa #izana kurokawa fluff #kurokawa izana #izana x reader #fem reader #izana kurokawa x you #izana kurokawa x fem reader #tokyorev #tokyo revengers oneshot #izana kurokawa oneshot

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moonbeamwritings · 1 year

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for @touyangel ♡

wc: 910

pairing: yuuji itadori x gn!reader

"I'm really glad you could make it," Yuuji tells you, helping you out of your coat before watching you carefully shuffle into the booth. Once you're settled, he hangs it up with his own and rounds the table, plopping down in the chair across from you. Nobara had told him that you should always let your partner sit on the comfier side of the table, and he's more than happy to oblige. A grin stretches the corners of his mouth, and a little dimple is revealed when it reaches its peak. His eyes crinkle when he says, "Megumi said this place is really good, and I wanted to try it with you."

Your cheeks warm at his words, and you fiddle with the place setting in front of you. "I can never pass up an opportunity to see you, Yuuji." You eye the menu and smile. "And besides, I can't say no to good food, either."

His face brightens, nodding earnestly. "Ya got that right!"

The food comes quickly, and after the first bite, Yuuji practically dances in his seat, tilting his head left and right and bouncing his shoulders along to an imaginary beat. When you giggle, he stops to fix his attention on you, a lovesick expression on his face. "Sorry, I've never really dated someone before, so going out with you like this is exciting."

He shrugs when you don't reply, an earnest smile pulling up the corners of his mouth. "It's nice."

The shocked look on your face gives Yuuji pause, a big bite of oyakodon limply hanging from his chopsticks for a second before he finally scarfs it down, a stray piece of rice sticking to his cheek. All he'd said was that he's never had a significant other before. It really wasn't that big a deal. Was it? Should he be embarrassed or something? He certainly didn't think so, but your confusion seemed to tell him otherwise.

You grin softly, swiping at the bit of rice on his cheek with your thumb. Disbelief overtakes your expression once it's gone. "You're telling me you've never dated anyone before? Ever?"

"Nope," Yuuji replies with a pop of the "p," stopping to take a sip from his glass. "Never."

"But you're so-" You struggle to conjure the words, and Yuuji watches as you move your hand through the air, chopsticks pressed between your fingers and brows furrowed. He can't help but chuckle, leaning back a bit in his chair as he watches you flounder. When your hand stops, you finally say, "You're so... you."

His head tilts in confusion, chin dropping to rest in his hand. "What does that mean?"

"You just-" You interrupt yourself to scoop up some noodles. "You're so sweet and handsome, and you're such a good listener, and you-"

The list goes on to include a host of all the green flags you see in him. When you're on the sidewalk, he walks between you and the street. He remembers the little things, and always shares his food with you (As if on cue, he pushes his bowl to you and lets you pluck a piece of chicken from the rice before the words even have a chance to pass your lips). He gave you his gloves one time last week, even though his fingers ended up turning red from the cold. In your eyes, Yuuji Itadori is perfect, and you don't hesitate to tell him as much.

The compliments send a burst of rosy pink hues to his cheeks, and they continue to bloom down his neck and to the tips of his ears. With the color of his hair and the way his cheeks are stuffed with food, he reminds you of strawberry mochi — pink and round and so sweet. He swallows around his food, and you watch as he grins bashfully, a hand rubbing at the back of his head. He's so damn cute.

Your rant finally comes to an end with a huff and a soft slurp of ramen. "Allll of that, and no one has ever tried to snatch you up before?" He hums, unsure of what to say as you study his features with a twinkle in your eye. "That's ridiculous."

He shrugs, looking almost embarrassed. "Nobara said I'm not exactly a hit with the ladies."

You're entirely offended by the information, face curling into staunch disagreement. "Nobara's a liar. And besides," you click your tongue, eyes rolling. "She knew I liked you, like, practically all of last year, so I don't know who she was kidding."

Yuuji blinks at you owlishly. "You- you did?"

"Oh, yeah," you reply through a mouthful of noodles. "Big time."

"We could've been dating this whole time?"

"You liked me then, too?"

Yuuji couldn't be more obvious in his agreement, using practically his whole body to nod, his hair rustling with the force of it. "Mhm." He smiles as he mimics your words, "Big time."

"We're a mess."

"We are," he agrees, shoving another serving of rice in his mouth. "But, we're together now! And that's what counts, right?"

"Right!"

You eat in silence for a minute, and then another before mischievous twinkle alights in your eyes. Yuuji catches it despite you trying to shield your growing smile behind your hand.

“What?” He asks curiously, smiling at your amusement. “What is it?”

“If I’m your first significant other, does that mean I get to be your first kiss, too?”

#yuuji itadori x reader #yuuji itadori imagine #itadori imagine #itadori x reader #jjk x reader #jjk imagine #yuuji itadori fluff #jjk fluff

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yoke9494 · 1 year

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Ran, baby fever, and Pixie.

Bonten crack

Pregnancy scare

Ran's a spoiled brat.

Sanzu likes the word coochie.

Rindou is done....

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Kakucho fiddled with the blue and pink boxes as he waited on the other side of the bathroom door. He wasn't sure why he bought so many? He's never been in this position before but when someone who he considered as his friend asked him to get her a pregnancy test... He panicked and returned with 6 different boxes, all different brands.

"What are you doing?"

Sanzu walked up and peaked at the boxes. "Oh shit! You gonna be a daddy?"

Kakucho shook his head. "No. Its has nothing to do with with me. Its for.. uh." It wasn't really his business to tell? Then again you're always with Sanzu so maybe it's his kid?

Sanzu snickered. "Oh... It's for Ran huh? One of his many one night stands then.. What is this, like his fifth kid?"

".... I really hope it's not Ran's."

Sanzu opened one of the boxes just to see what these things were all about. Before he could get the wrapper off the stick a yell came from the bathroom.

He knew that scream!

Without thinking Sanzu kicked open the bathroom door and drew his gun.

You both locked eyes and let out synchronized screams. His eyes traveled down to between your legs.

*Gasp!* "Why are you bleeding so much?! Did you push too hard and break your coochie?!"

You gave him a dead panned look. "I started my period, dumbass!"

(Sanzu) "Oh." *Snort* " Good for you?"

"Hell yeah it is! That means I'm not pregnant!"

It finally clicked into Sanzu's dazed brain. "Oh... OH!!! Fuck yes! No baby!"

He held up his hand for a high five. You couldn't leave your man hanging.

After that he giggled and ran out of the bathroom. Probably going off to announce to the whole mansion you weren't knocked up. The person who could have been the father would probably faint with joy... Well if he hasn't drank himself unconscious by now.

Kakucho finally walked in, his eyes shifted away from you sitting on the toilet to the unused pregnancy test on the bathroom sink.

"Sorry for making you go to the pharmacy Kaku. It was just a false alarm."

Kakucho shrugged his shoulders. "S'fine. Better to start keeping these things around for other "guests". Since I'm sure you learned to be more careful now.."

"Oh, totally. I'm going on the damn pill after today..."

"Good..."

"Mhmm.. So, you mind getting out so I can clean up and change?"

"Shit!" Covering his eyes like he wasn't just standing next to you while still on the porcelain thrown. "Sorry!"

He fumbled for the door knob before he closed it shut.

You shook your head and laughed. There was no such thing as privacy around here.

If it was Mikey, Sanzu, Ran, or Takeomi they'd just watch. Mochi wouldn't even bother to be involved. Kokonoi and Kakucho were the only ones who respected your privacy.... Sometimes.

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On the other side of Bonten's HQ, Sanzu ran into the sitting area to find the Haitani's already there.

"Y/n's not pregnant!"

Sanzu not being able to contain his excitement, started shaking Rindou who grabbed onto Sanzu's shoulders in return and squeezed like he wanted to hurt him..

"Are you sure?! You better not be lying you pink fuck!"

Sanzu shoved the younger Haitani off of himself and drew his gun once again. He was beyond trigger happy today...

"You've been touching my coochie Haitani?"

Rindou slapped the gun away from his temple. "She's not even yours you obsessive fuck. Are you positive she isn't knocked up?!"

Sanzu eyed him for a second. "What's stuck up your ass? And yes, she's having a blood bath on the toilet right now. I thought her pussy fell off."

Sanzu looked around the room. Rindou grabbed a glass from the coffee table and slammed down the rest of the amber liquid. A nearly empty bottle of whiskey sat at the edge.

"Didn't we just buy that shit yesterday?"

"Fuck!"

Sanzu's gaze shot up to Ran. He stood in front of the two with a sad looking face. That's when Sanzu noticed the small outfits he had in each hand.

In the left was a tiny purple dress, complete with a small headband that had a huge flower attached to it. In the right was a brown bear onesie that had a red bowtie connected to the chest.

"You mean... I'm not going to be an uncle?"

Rindou ran his hand down his face. "For the last time.. No. Go dress up your own kids and stop poking holes into my condoms, you sick fuck."

Ran clicked his tongue and slumped down onto the couch. " Your swimmers suck limp dick Rin. And for your information, your nieces and nephews are all already too big to be wearing this cute shit."

He grabbed the clothes and threw them at Sanzu. "Knock her up so I can have a baby."

Sanzu made a face of disgust. "Like fuck I'm getting my partner in crime knocked up. Do you know how stupid we'd look torturing someone with a brat strapped to our chest? Go make another one somewhere!"

Ran sighed. "I don't want another one of my own. I only like them when they're tiny and babbling nonsense. When I get tired of it I can give it back."

Takeomi walked in and threw his box of condoms at Ran. "What the fucks your problem Ran?! I think I got one of the strippers from last week pregnant!"

"Ooop- I'm out!"

Ran used his daddy long legs and tried to run out the door. Takeomi wasn't having it.

"Get your slim Jim, Pocky stick, stick bug from bugs life lookin ass back here you lanky Slenderman bitch!"

The two passed you and Kakucho in the hallways. Ran gave you a quick glance over his shoulder and flipped you off as he ran from Takeomi.

"I'm disappointed in your ovaries woman!"

You and Kakucho looked at one another. "See, it was his doing! I say we just get him a puppy or something.. That or you let me kill him."

Kaku shook his head. "No to the killing part, Rindou would get depressed and either kill himself or you. I passed by some pet shop a few days ago. They had puppies... Let's go before Ran pulls a Jesus and gets some virgin pregnant."

"Ran's too evil to pull a Jesus. He's going to Criss Angel a bitch pregnant instead."

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The pet shop was small but you could feel the relaxed atmosphere before you and Kakucho even opened the door.

Of course your shopping companion went straight to look at the colorful fishes leaving you waiting by the counter for someone to help you out.

"Sorry to keep you waiting! It's just me today so I apologize ma'am."

The cutest guy you've ever seen walked in from some back office with a few cat food bags stacked in his arms. Black and yellow hair with sandy colored eyes.

' Adorable.. '

He set the bags down and gave you a smile. It was like your brain quit working.

"Can I help you find something or just looking?"

You wanted to throw some cheesy joke about already finding what you wanted if you could take him home... Damn, you hung out with Ran too much...

' Oh right! Ran's dumbass.. '

"Uh.. actually I'm here to adopt a puppy or cat. Whatever really?"

The guys face lit up. It was their goal after all to find all the animals a forever home.

You learned the guy's name was Kazutora as he introduced you to the many animals up for adoption. Big, small, fuzzy, and scaly. All cute but none of them screamed ✨Ran Haitani ✨.

When Kazutora was in the middle of introducing you to a spotted bunny named Daisy. You had to stop him..

"I'm going to be real with you. The guy I'm buying for... Well I need an animal who will basically be acting as a baby for him. A plus if the animal wouldn't mind being dressed up in cutesy clothing..."

You noticed Kazutora's shoulders kind of dropped. "Oh.. shopping for your boyfriend?"

You had to swallow down the vile that shot up to the back of your throat. "Gross! Fuck that. He's more like an annoying coworker. The guys lonely and gets on all of our nerves so I figured a fur baby would satisfy him."

His light returned! Kazutora thought for a second, he looked unsure... "There is one. She likes to dress up but."

He motioned for you to follow him to the last animal case. It was huge! It took up almost more than half of the shelf's space! Maybe you should just get Ran the bunny?

When he stopped and looked down you had to hold back the dolphin laugh you wanted to spit out when your eyes landed on the animal.

A small tea cup Chihuahua sat on a large doggie bed that was decorated with small pillows that looked like they came from a doll house. It's huge but lazy eyes were glued to a small TV... Yes a TV in the showing case!

"So.. uh. This is Pixie.. She's the only animal we have who likes to dress up."

You couldn't take your eyes off of her and her purple sweater. If this wasn't Ran in mini dog form.

"Kakucho! Get your ass over here and take a look at this!"

Kazutora jumped back at your sudden yell. You looked up at him and apologized but his eyes traveled up to the figure standing in back of you.

"What do you think Kaku? Kazutora here says she likes to dress up."

Kakucho made a weird face that made his nose wrinkle. "We're getting that bastard a rat?"

You snorted while Kazutora gasped.

"She's a tea cup Chihuahua Sir. Her name is Pixie."

Kakucho looked at Kazutora with furrowed brows. "Why Pixie?"

"Uh.. well I wanted to name her Tinker Bell after the fairy from Peter Pan because she likes attention and gives attitude when she doesn't get her way.. but my boss suggested Pixie because she seems to not like the color green."

Kakucho let out a chuckle before looking down at you. You were making faces at the thing while it just looked at you with bored eyes.

'It even looks like him...'

"We'll take her."

Again Kazutora seemed unsure. "Uhm.. Are you sure?" He brought you both over to a dog food aisle. He didn't want Pixie to hear him. "I'm going to warn you two now.. As you can tell she's pretty spoiled and mean." Kazutora lifted up his long sleeve and showed you the many tiny bite marks he had. "This is from when I tried to wake her up from her nap."

You and Kakucho shared a look. You both smiled and spoke at the same time. "She's perfect."

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Rindou clicked his tongue from beside you. He hated this.. Ran had asked you and Rindou to baby sit on your day off. He was on assignment and couldn't take his baby girl with him.(It broke his heart) Rindou tried to get out of it but Mikey roped him back in.. Nobody wanted the responsibility of looking after Ran's pride and joy.

"You know...I really regret not knocking you up now. Pushing around a baby wouldn't be as humiliating as this."

You looked down at Pixie who was having the time of her life being pushed around by Rindou in her doggie stroller. Wearing a bright pink dress with a white flower attached to her collar, along with a small matching sun hat.

In Ran's words. "A classy lady look."

You pulled out one of her treats from her designer brand doggie bag so she could nibble on something. They were stupidly expensive, each treat bag could put food on a struggling families table for a month.

"She's not that bad. At least Ran stopped fucking with everyone's condoms. I was scared I'd have to start hiding my birth control up Sanzu's ass or something."

"Speak for yourself. Look what this rat did!"

Rindou held up his hands. All fingers and thumbs were wrapped in bandage's.

"That's because you're rude to her or Ran."

"It shits in my fucking shoes."

"Pixies craps are no bigger than a mini tootsie roll. And her pee puddles only need one sanitizing wipe. Stop being a bitch."

All the younger Haitani did was roll his eyes and continue to push. Why did you both have to come to the dog park when this rat's feet has never touched grass let alone dirt. He hated this damn dog and he hated you for getting it...

#tokyo revengers kakucho #tokyo revengers #ran haitani #rindou haitani #sanzu haruchiyo #kazutora hanemiya #bonten x reader #bonten #attempt at humor

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tealmaskmybeloved · 2 months

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WHAT R UR HEADCANNONS ABT THE LOYAL THREE I NEED THEM NOW

Okidogi

- Enjoys belly rubs but refuses to acknowledge it in fear of it will make him look weak

- Often carries around Kieran and the other members when needed

- Also helps Kieran reach high places

- Met Dokutaro when Okidogi was kicked out of his pack for being too scrawny and weak; Dokutaro took advantage of that

Munkidori

- Is the weakest of the trio when it comes to strength, uses his powers to make up for that

- Has excellent mobility and flexibility

- Parkours super well

- Is the first to figure out Dokutaro's true intentions with Kieran

- Can both see the future and move things with his mind

- He met Dokutaro when he was lost and away from his family (he fell due to his clumsiness and got separated)

Fezandipiti

- TRANS KING WE STAN

- Wanted to be beautiful to impress a male Unfezant

- Didn't get the Unfezant but got chained to Dokutaro's will

- Collects and hoards shiny objects and glass

- Wants the Loyal 3 to be as beautiful as himself, so he makes sure that they look their best when robbing towns

- Is the one who did Kieran's new hair

- Likes the nickname "Fez"

Dokutaro/Pecharunt

- Is a lot bigger in my AU for reasons (about the size of a human head)

- Hates peaches and bans them from the household (Also dislikes oranges)

- Only opens up its shell when offering people/Pokémon its mochi or Toxic Chains

- Is the one who takes his job the most seriously (he's the leader after all)

- Stayed at Peachy's for like hundreds of years and even tested out controlling people on the shopkeeper there

-Allows the Loyal 3 to have some kind of free will most of the time. They still feel a sense of loyalty to him, but it's not outright mind control. (He only does that in certain situations)

Kieran (yes I'm adding him here because in my AU he's a member so)

- While he hates Ogerpon now, he didn't have the heart to completely throw away the mask he had of the Ogre, so it's just stuffed under the bed in a box

- Survives off of chocolate and spite

- Was a regular customer at Peachy's and always wondered about the odd plush there, imagine his surprise when he found out that it was a Pokémon

- Autistic and ADHD (like me)

- Hates presenting stuff

- Doesn't go home after school so he just hangs out with the Loyal 3 most of the time.

- Avoids Florian/Juliana and Carmine at Blueberry Academy

- Dreams of going to Paldea and away from Kitakami someday

Alright I think these should be good

#ask and ye shall receive #pokemon #pecharunt #pokemon dokutaro #the loyal 3 #pokemon dlc #pokemon pecharunt #pokemon okidogi #okidogi #pokemon munkidori #munkidori #pokemon fezandipiti #fezandipiti #toxic consequences au #pokemon kieran #rival kieran #kieran pokemon

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musubiki · 2 months

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While working with the m34ths does Lime ever do those routine check up missions on the other witches he knows or just the cat witch. Funny to imagine the other members stiff and ready at arms when they go do a survalence or something mission but Lime just walks up, dabs up the crow witch and asks her how her day is going.

If I’m remembering correctly Lime is always taking the Mochi missions and the other m34ths just think he has personal beef with the cat witch but really he just wants a paid day off hanging with his fav girl.

hmmmm.,... a good question!!! im actually not sure.,.. hes probably been forced into it one or two times and then becomes the favorite(tm), and the next time said witch sees the m34th is like "Wheres that handsome guy from last time?"

but as a side note yes,.,.. a lot of the m34th officers are quite cold and condescending to witches they check up on.., its a very assholeish mafia-like interaction, basically they drop by every few months in a very unfriendly manner and make sure youre not making witch trouble or selling potions or anything...with the underlying tone of "Good, it better stay that way" and the underlying threat of imprisonment and/or death,,..

but when lime ever does this hes relatively nice!!! not overly friendly, but A LOT more humane and respectful (as someone whose close to an actual witch). especially during the timeskip when he was missing mochi a lot, it manifested as kindess to witches!! but like i said he doesnt do them often, he usually doesnt take witch-related missions unless it had something to do with the cat witch (mostly out of principle, so when he found mochi again he could say with a clean conscience that he didnt participate in any witch-suppression missions)

(and as a side note the m34th dont actually know where the cat witch is for a while post-timeskip!! which is why lime couldnt track her down while he was looking for her!! so after mochi comes back, he still doesnt do most witch-missions, and any "cat witch missions" he takes up just for the sake of keeping up the charade, even though the mission is like "potential cat-witch sighting in the desert region!" and in his head hes like "theyre so off..." but takes it anyway so no one questions him!!!)

#lime pretending to still be going after the cat witch post-timeskip is actually pretty funny to me #like (oh darn! didnt get her yet...guess ill keep searching!)#and everyones like (better luck next time buddy)#and then he goes home to her #why are the m34th so dumb

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ryry-rebel · 10 months

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A Passionate Reunion

Saturo Gojo x Fem Reader smut

My Masterlist -> Masterlist

Synopsis- Gojo has been gone for a while on a mission, leaving you alone in your shared house. Tonight, he was returning, and you were going to make it a night of passion and pleasure, one he will truly never forget.

Warnings- Smut, and cussing. If you do not feel comfortable with reading sexual material, please click off this chapter.

Word count- 2,726

Pronouns- she/her. The reader is female.

Content- 18+ MDNI! fem reader, soft-dom Gojo, oral fem receiving, kissing, penetration, fingering, cum eating, aftercare,

Note-

y/n= your name

e/c= your eye color

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Gojo has been gone for exactly two weeks, and he was returning tonight. You had gotten a phone call from him a few hours prior, informing you of his late arrival tonight. You were beyond excited, overjoyed. You had yearned to hug him again, to feel his strong arms wrap around your body, engulfing you in an eternal warmth. You longed to fall asleep next to him at night, feeling his body pressed up against you, feeling the warmth radiating off him. You craved his sweet kisses. The long warm kisses filled with love and passion and the fast chaste kisses he would plant on your lips every morning.

How you desired to feel his cock pressed inside you, to feel his flesh molding with yours. You needed to feel him inside you as he pressed sloppy kisses to every inch of your exposed body. You ached to feel his tongue lapping at your wet folds, exploring your wetness. You needed to feel his cum spurting inside you, filling you up, completing you.

You wanted to taste him. All of him.

But alas, that time hasn't come yet. Thankfully it hasn't come yet, because you were not prepared. You wanted this night to be special. You wanted this night to be about him. His body must ache from catching and killing curses for two weeks straight. (Although he would never admit that to you) You wanted to please him, to take the stress away, to relief him and you knew just how to do it.

Lingerie.

That's how you would do it. Candles too. You would decorate the bedroom, light candles, scatter cherry red rose petals around the room, hang up mood enhancing fairy lights.

You would cook for him too.

You would make his favorite meal and pick up his favorite treats.

Yes.

During the day, you had made your way to town to pick up the essentials. Stopping at the grocery store to pick up the ingredients to prepare his favorite dish. You stopped at his favorite candy shop and picked up his favorite sweet, Mochi. After dropping the items off at your house, you then made your final stop, the lingerie store. You knew exactly what you wanted. More specifically, what color you wanted the set to be.

It had to be blue. The blue of his marvelous eyes.

You opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit shop, the little bell ringing indicating a new customer. You were greeted and asked if you needed any assistance. You declined. Personally, the thought of someone assisting you with lingerie made you shiver. It was a bit unsettling.

You made your way into the back of the store, passing beautiful sets of lingerie as you walked, all different colors. Each piece was unique, but none of the pieces caught your eye, no matter how beautiful, except for one.

In the back of the shop, sitting on a shelf was a ravishing, two-piece lingerie set, that included matching stockings. The color was a wonderful shade of light blue, that harmonized with Gojo's eyes perfectly. The flowers that were laced within the bra and underwear added to its beauty.

You began to flip through the sizes and picked one. You headed to the changing room and began to undress. Once you were bare, you began delicately sliding on the lingerie set, being extra cautious not to ruin it. Once on, you looked at yourself in the mirror.

Stunning. Absolutely beautiful.

You were ravishing.

You were remarkable, irresistible even.

How was Gojo going to contain himself?

Smiling to yourself, you began to take off the set, letting it gently slide off your body and pool to the ground. Then, you put your day clothes back on. Once changed, you headed out, purchased your set and headed back home.

You had to get ready...

Once you had returned to your shared house, you began to prepare. Setting out pleasant smelling candles and lighting them. Cleaning up the bedroom and scattering rose petals around the room. Hanging up soft fairy lights to set the mood. Lighting incents to make the room smell amazing. And finally, it was time to prepare dinner. As you were placing your ingredients on the counter, your phone buzzed. Swiftly taking it out of your pocket and turning it on, you read the message from Gojo.

Hey baby, I'll be home soon. I brought takeout for us. Can't wait to seeeee youuu!!!! I missed you sooooo much💖💖💖

Shit

Shit, shit, shit.

You had to clean up. There was no time to cook dinner. Swiftly, you began to put everything away, chucking food into the fridge and throwing spices into the cupboards. Once you were finished, you dashed to the bedroom, grabbing the bag that contained your outfit on the way. Once in your room, you shut the door and began changing. Not only a few minutes later Gojo had walked through the front door, announcing his presents.

"Babyyyy, I'm home!"

"One second!" you hollered back. You gave yourself a glance over in your bedroom mirror before opening the door and walking out. You walked down the hallway, spotting Gojo before he saw you. He was dropping food and his other personal belongings onto the counter before you walked in. When he heard your light footsteps, he turned around, mouth agape. He had his blindfold on, but you didn't need to see his eyes to know they were on you. Gojo's cheeks flared as he leaned onto the counter, crossing his legs in the process.

"What's all this for baby?" He asked, swooning over your half-exposed body.

"I wanted to surprise you." You began to seductively walk over to Gojo, placing your hands on his broad chest, caressing the area. His lips tugged upward into a smile. He wore a shit-eating grin. Gojo gasped slightly.

"You did this all for me?" Gojo wrapped his arms around you, placing his hands on your hips, pulling you against his warm body. You nodded, letting out a breathy sigh.

Oh, how you missed his touch.

"I did. You have been gone for a while, I got lonely, and I missed you. And, you have been working so hard. What better what to relieve some of the stress." You smirked as Gojo laughed.

"How sweet my baby is. Putting her needs before mine." Gojo leaned down to your ear and whispered.

"But... I get more pleasure when I am relieving you."

This made your body shiver. Goosebumps pricked your skin and Gojo began to kiss your ear, leaving small chaste kisses before moving onto your neck. Instinctively, you grabbed Gojo's shirt, bunching the material in your fists. Then he began to suck.

No doubt leaving a hickey in his wake.

Then he slowly moved to your lips. Not kiss swollen yet, but oh, they will be. His kisses were slow and sensual, capturing the moment with such love and passion. Slowly, his kisses became rough.

You did not fight him. You submitted willingly.

He explored your mouth, tasting you...

Ravaging you...

He tasted of sweet chocolate. You loved how he tasted. He always tastes so sweet, and you could never get enough. His kisses were like drugs, and if his kisses were drugs, the only antidote was to have his cock buried deep inside you.

That was the only relief.

You needed it....

You yearned for it.

You unbaled you fists and broke the kiss, the warm feeling dissipating, but you didn't have to wait long.

You looked up at Gojo through hooded eyes, giving him a pleasing look. He was amused, as he watched you.

"Please Gojo, bedroom."

"No, no no, not yet cutie. I'm going to take this nice and slow." Gojo Leaned down to your ear.

"And when we get to the bedroom, I'm going to prep you slowly. I'm going to take my sweet time getting you ready."

Gojo grabbed your ass.

"Then I'm going to fuck you slowly."

...

"And I'm going to make you cum, over and over again."

Liquid began to pool between your legs, dampening your newly bought undies. You crossed your legs, attempting to hide your arousal, but Gojo knew better. He knew how turned on he made you.

He relished in it.

Suddenly, Gojo lifted you up, slinging you over his shoulder and giving your ass a slap. When he entered the bedroom, he shut the door with his foot, walked over to your shared bed, and placed you on it. Immediately he was on you. Consuming your body and devouring your mouth. Gojo's kisses were rough and passionate. Your hands flew into his hair while he continued to dominate your mouth, while also pulling your panties down and unclasping your blue lace bra. Gojo's left hand flew to your pussy, as he began to rub circles on your clit. You moaned out his name, as your back arched off the soft plush mattress.

"How does that feel sweetheart?" Gojo cooed. His soft tone was enchanting. You whimpered out.

"Really good." Gojo smiled and crawled off you, removing his hand. You groaned from the lack of contact, but you did not have to wait long. Gojo grabbed your body, scooting you down to the edge of the bed and got on his knees. Lifting both hands, he spread your legs apart, placing his big hands on your juicy thighs, as he began to eat you out. Gojo flicked his tongue over your swollen clit repeatedly. Letting your thigh go, he began to pump one finger inside of you. He went slow. Painfully slow, just as he said he would. Then he added another, still pumping them slow, still flicking his tongue over your clit. You moaned out.

"Oh, Fuck Satoru, I'm close. Please don't stop."

Gojo could feel your orgasm coming. He knew it. He obliged your request. He kept the same pace, keeping his tongue on your sensitive clit and you came. You cursed and moaned his name aloud. You saw stars, you were in pure bliss; you were in ecstasy. Gojo drank your essence hungrily, licking every last drop. While you stayed on the bed panting, Gojo slowly removed his fingers and stood up. His towering heigh over you was enough alone to get you feeling needy again.

Gojo began to undress, stripping down to nothing, and taking his blindfold off. Gojo walked over to the desk, placed his blindfold down and began rummaging through your nightstand drawer. Grabbing a condom, he opened it and began to slowly roll it on.

You could tell he needed relief, and you were going to give it to him.

While Gojo was slipping on the condom, you slid up the bed, resting your head on the ebony black headboard. The headboard was cushioned, making it comfortable to lean against. When Gojo finished, he crawled on the bed and began to hover over you. But you stopped him, placing your hands firm on his chest. A puzzled looked crossed onto his face, his eyes dancing with curiosity and wonder.

"No. Let me ride you." you stated proudly, not breaking eye contact. Gojo was not having that as he pushed you back, sliding you into your back side. His hands entangled in your hair as he settled himself between your thighs.

"No. Your pleasure is my pleasure." Before you could protest, the head of his cock began to slide up and down your dripping wet pussy.

"And I know how much you love when I dominate you."

"Oh, fuck." you moaned. Gojo has not even entered you yet, but this pleasure was already beginning to overwhelm you. Gojo began to caress your cheek.

"I love the decorations you set up in the room. How sweet." All you could do was nod.

"Are you ready pretty baby?" Gojo asked sweetly. You nodded.

"No, answer me baby. I need a verbal yes."

Oh god. His way of asking to fuck you could make you cum right then and there. Your pussy throbbed and ached for him. Your heart ached to feel his thick cock inside of your wet, weeping hole. You needed him. Now.

Your pleasure was his pleasure.

"Yes. God Gojo. Please fuck me." you pleaded. Not wasting a second, Gojo slowly began to push his cock into you. He went slow.

Just like he said he would.

Goji stretched and filled you completely.

"Are you ok sweetheart?"

God, you loved it when he talked like that.

You nodded.

"Yes, please move. Please fuck me."

"Be patient baby."

You hooked your legs around Gojo's waist and wrapped your arms around his neck. Gojo's pace remained slow and sensual.

But it wasn't enough.

You needed him to move faster. You had to feel his cock moving in and out of your tight, warm pussy at a fast pace.

You needed to come again, with him inside you this time.

Your pleasure is my pleasure.

Gojo could tell you were needy. Your brows furrowed as your eyes shut.

You were desperate.

You needed him.

Have you waiting long enough?

"Have you waited long enough? Are you ready for me to fuck you senseless?" Gojo asked.

"God, fuck yes!" you cried out.

Gojo indulged your request.

He pulled out slowly, and with one quick motion, he snapped his hips into yours. You cried out in both pain and pleasure. Gojo's pace quickened as you planted both hands into his hair and pulled. Gojo rasped and let out a low, sensual moan as you continued to tug at his soft, white locks. The lewd slaping sounds and the breathy moans you both emitted filled the room.

"Fuck y/n, you are so tight for me.

And I...

Have waited...

Two whole...

Fucking weeks...

To feel you against me..."

Gojo lowered his mouth to your neck and began to kiss and suck again. A tight knot began to form inside of you. Your pussy throbbed and your walls began to convulse around his cock. Gojo moved onto your kiss-swollen lips, kissing them once more. His tongue invaded your mouth, feeling everything you had to offer.

He still tastes sweet, and God did you love it.

You moaned into his mouth causing Gojo to pull back and look into your lust filled e/c eyes.

"Ah, Gojo I'm... I'm going to cum."

"Fuck me too....

Cum for me."

Fuck.

That had sent you over the edge, plunging you into a state of ecstasy.

Your legs began to shake, as the tight knot in your stomach snapped. You came, your juices wetting your pussy and dripping down your thighs. Gojo thrusted his hips forwards a few more times before he had released. Once he had came, he collapsed on top of you. His head laid on your chest as you stared breathlessly at the ceiling. Both of you were panting, needing a few moments to catch your breath.

After a few moments of basking in the warmth of each other, Gojo slowly got off of you, attempting not to disturb or hurt you. Before taking care of himself, Gojo grabbed the blanket on the side of the bed and draped it over you. He pressed a tender, loving kiss upon your forehead before heading out of the room.

When he came back, he had taken the condom off and was carrying a damp washcloth. He approached the bed slowly and tugged the blanket off you.

"I just need to clean you off baby and then we can take a warm bath together." Gojo flashed you a warm smile as he wiped you clean. Once finished, he placed the washcloth around his shoulder and gracefully pick you up. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as you gazed into his loving eyes. Gojo kissed you again, before whispering "I love you" into your ear.

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