I’m having the worst tattoed!geto brainrot so enjoy the first thing I’ve written in like six months. part of the See Both Sides drabble series.
You suppose that it’s easy to feel intimated looking at Suguru. The tattoos and the lip ring and the gauges and the dark nails and the bun all feel like some sort of caution sign. And the sense of danger is only enhanced when they’re combined with the bored and uninterested expression that tends to make its home on his handsome face.
So, you get why your coworkers always look uneasy whenever they see Suguru standing around outside of the café where you work, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he patiently waits for your shift to end. You get why they look at you and wonder what you’re doing with him.
Maybe you should feel offended on Suguru’s behalf but the stares or judgments of strangers have never bothered him, so why would they bother you? After all, if they took the time to get to know him then they would see.
They would see that underneath the tattoos and piercings and cigarettes and aloofness is so much kindness and softness and love.
When your shift ends and you join him, he always greets you with a loose hand wrapped around your throat as he leans in for a kiss. And you’re sure that to an outsider, it might look like a sign of aggression or dominance.
But neither of those can be found in his soft smile or his warm eyes. They can’t be found in the way his thumb soothingly rubs along your jawline. They can’t be found in the chaste kiss he gives you. And they can’t be found in the quiet, “hey,” he breathes when your lips part, the one word filled with so much fondness and affection that it makes your heart soar.
People tend to give you a wide berth when you’re with Suguru. It’s something you always appreciate since it means you can walk side-by-side without bumping into anyone. And when you’re at his side, he tends to either sling an arm around your neck or slip his hand into the back pocket of your jeans.
You once asked him why he was so fond of holding you so close in public, expecting some teasing reply about how it was the only way he could grab your ass on the street without drawing attention to himself.
“It’s just nice to remind myself that I’m lucky enough to get to touch you. That you let me touch you,” he had murmured into your hair before dropping a kiss to the top of your head, his response just another indication of how deep his emotions run beneath his hardened surface.
And for as offputting as the large swaths of tattooed skin might be, especially in a country where tattoos are so stigmatized, you’ve always found yourself entranced by their beauty. You’ve spent hours tracing them, listening to Suguru as he tells you the story behind each and every one.
You don’t think people would be so intimidated by Suguru’s appearance if they knew that he has your name tattooed in your handwriting on his chest, close to his heart “because that’s where you belong.”
What do the two of you talk about when you can barely keep your eyes open under the shroud of darkness
Gojo Satoru
You’re probably the tired one. Satoru is tired too but he likes to fight sleep for whatever reason. If not for Limitless you’d smother him until he passed out.
“Hey babe?”
“What do you want Satoru?”
“Would you still love me if I was bald?”
“I barely love you now.”
It’s not that he wants to make you mad. It’s just that he’s gone all day without your attention. He doesn’t want to waste that time sleeping. There’s so much he wanted to say to you.
Of course sometimes he gets you thinking. And you’ll wind up rolling over on your side to face him.
“Dolphins definitely have cursed energy. They’re smart enough to be malicious.” You gasped after he asked you if you thought animals gave off cursed energy, “have you ever done a job at a slaughterhouse?”
“… No. So maybe that’s a point against cursed animal energy.”
Sometimes you manage to go to sleep while he’s talking. It does not mean he stops talking. He just says different things, the kind of things his ego won’t let him say. He worries about you when he’s away. It’s always a bit of a relief to come home and see that you’re still alright. He hasn’t lost you yet.
I feel like you’d have to be a sorcerer with Gojo. And so sometimes it’s you with things to say, atrocities you confess too. After all, every cursed energy user is a little insane.
“I hate dealing with special grades. They’re too smart. What do you do when they start making sense?” You asked him holding your hands out in front of you, thinking about everything they’d killed.
“You kill them faster,” he took your hand and kissed your knuckles. You know he had a friend who went bad. You also know that Satoru always has Limitless up except when he’s in bed with you.
Nanami Kento
The two of you don’t talk about work at home. There’s every chance you don’t know anything about cursed energy. He’d settle down with a non-sorcerer.
He likes to hear about your day even if he’s dead tired. He wants to know about how you went to the Supermarket, and brunch with your friends, and the funny meme you saw. It reminds him why he bothers with work. In the end it’s all love. It’s all for you.
He doesn’t say much. He hums so you know he’s listening. Sometimes he starts feeling a bit mushy listening to you talk about your day and he can’t help but to kiss your cheek or your forehead in the middle of you speaking
“Kento,” you complain because you were speaking but after he apologizes you pause before saying, “okay one more.”
If you’re a fellow sorcerer, and a strong one, the two of you are often too tired to do more than fall into bed together. But close calls cause for conversation.
“Next time you run,” he said sternly as he redressed your wound.
“I’m not going anywhere without you Kento, you can hang it up.”
“None of this matters to me if I lose you. Do you understand that?”
“It goes both ways. You don’t get to give up. We go home together or not at all.”
The night holds a lot of heavy truths between the both of you, the kind of confessions anyone would call crazy but you’re both sorcerers you can’t help it. I imagine the two of you have cursed techniques that compliment each other.
Most people wouldn’t think that either of you were capable of such irrationality but you both mean it when you say you won’t live without each other
Fushiguro Toji (NSFW)
Honestly he doesn’t really stay the night often. The man is always chasing a bag but when he does stay there are other things to do than talk
The words that are exchanged are usually pillowtalk. Dirty things spoken right in your ear to get you in the mood, to hear you tell him yes over and over again.
“Did you tell your neighbors about me?” He asked suddenly, taking a break from kissing your neck. You were super confused about why he was thinking about that while you were half naked but you answered.
“No? Why?”
“Hm, I just wonder how they know my name.” He muttered. You were still confused but as you thought about it he pushed his hand into your underwear.
“Toji,” you gasped.
“Ah that’s how,” he chuckled, “thin walls, princess. I can’t have the whole complex knowing who I am. What are you gonna call me?”
You were confused for a moment before you realized what he wanted, “Daddy?”
“That’s beautiful, darling. You’re gonna scream for Daddy.”
Occasionally though you find a new scar, or a wound destined to be a scar when he comes back to you and you know you can’t ask him about it.
Instead you gripe and complain as you put disinfectant on it if it’s still healing or cocoa butter if it’s leaving a bad scar.
He thinks it’s cute how you worry over him. No one worries over him. He’s a hit man with a gambling problem what’s there to worry about ?and yet here you are. If you knew what he did when he was gone you’d lose your mind.
[a/n: ok i have intense brainrot rn and this is completely self indulgent… i have a gojo one in the drafts but is there anyone else u’d like to see??] TW:implied nudity in the washing hair one, food mentions, and a wee bit of cursing megumi|itadori|nanami
[10:41 PM- WASHING HIS HAIR]
geto sighed as he felt your fingers gently massage his scalp, rubbing soothing circles as you attempted to throughly wash his hair, the spray of water from the shower hitting you both, the droplets sliding down your skin “ok i’m almooossttt done- ok there, ur all good” “ur not done yet” “yeah, i think i am” he shakes his head, grabbing your hand lightly brining it back up to his head “you clearly missed a spot” “as if you could see it- cough it up, why’dya want me to keep going?” he pauses for a second, the sound of the shower filling the silence“it feels good” he mutters, moving your hands in circular motions as if he wanted to continue to wash, sighing as you begin to scratch his head once more. as you continued you to run your fingers through his hair, you could slowly feel him melt more and more against you, eyes closed, lips slightly parted “you know i want a turn next” “two more minutes”
[11:25 AM- CUDDLING ON THE COUCH]
“get off of me- ur too heavy” you groaned as you felt geto plop down on top of you, chin resting on your chest as you looked down at him, attempting to squirm out of his grip “uh uh, i missed you, wanna be close…” he trails off, resting his cheek against you as he closes his eyes, a soft sigh escaping his lips “u were in the other room dumbass, why r u so clingy all of the sudd-” you’re cut off by a fake gasp, looking down to see geto looking back at you with furrowed eyebrows “i am Not clingy” “a little bit” he shakes his head as you cock an eyebrow “take it back” “no” a pout juts from his lower lip before he lays back down, pulling you tighter against him as he murmurs, voice so low you can barely hear it “take that back leorio, i said take it back” “it’s Mr. leorio”
anon said:hiya! could i get a gojo one shot where the reader is super oblivious to gojo’s flirting. like maybe she’s the school counsellor who can see other people’s problems/relationships but is oblivious to her own. p.s. i love your writing! keep it up
pairing:gojo satoru x school counsellor!reader
warnings:this is a prime example of two dummies in love lol. there is a quick mention of trauma but other than that MAJOR fluff
gojo simps, this ones for you this is short but cute. let me know what you think haha
anon said:a one shot of gojo satoru where the reader and gojo go on a mission together and during the fight, he casually confesses his feelings for the reader?
when you ask Suguru, whose entire torso is covered in intricate and beautiful tattoos, why there’s one bare spot on his chest, he takes your hand in his and holds your palm to the un-inked skin over his heart. his eyes are shining with so many emotions, from fondness to happiness to love, that it would be impossible for you to sort through them all.
“I’ve just been waiting for the right person to fill it,” he says with a soft smile that takes your breath away.
a few days later, and with no further explanation, he asks you to write your name on a blank piece of paper. you think nothing of it as you scribble the characters of your name before turning your attention back to your original task. you miss how the corners of his lips twitch with amusement at your careless scrawl and the little heart you added at the end.
a week later, when Suguru tells you he has a new tattoo to show you, you’re taken aback when he begins to pull his t-shirt over his head, knowing that there’s no more room on his torso for more artwork. but when you see his new tattoo, you find yourself speechless.
because in the spot over his heart that had been empty just a couple of days ago, on his pale skin that’s now reddened and shining with freshly-applied ointment, is your name, written in your own messy handwriting and followed by a playful and poorly-drawn heart, permanently etched onto his being forever.
you scold him for not telling you why he needed your name so that you could have practiced writing it more neatly. but your chiding is undercut by your tears of joy and the way your words are broken up by the kisses you keep pressing to his smiling lips.
and your protests die away completely when he finally manages to interrupt you so that he can say, “you don’t need to worry about that.I love how you wrote it. I want every bit of you, just as you are now.”
smoking is the one habit that you wish Suguru would break. he’s tried to quit multiple times but it’s never stuck. you worry about his health but it’s something you’ve long made your peace with. he’ll give it up when he’s ready and trying to guilt him into doing so would just be cruel.
but despite his inability to quit smoking, the one thing he refuses to do is smoke around you. he never smokes in the apartment, only on the balcony and only when you’re not around. whenever you’re out, whether with friends or by yourselves, he always tries to sneak away when he’s craving a cigarette, assuring you that he’ll be back soon but never saying why.
you always thought it was because he felt some sense of shame over his addiction, regardless of how much you’ve always assured him that you want him just as he is, “bad habits and all.”
until one day you get home a little earlier than expected to find him sitting on the balcony, only a hooded sweatshirt protecting him from the biting chill of late fall and a cigarette perched between two soft lips. he’s so engrossed in the book he’s reading that he doesn’t even realize you’re home until you’re sliding open the glass door to join him.
he looks up at you with a smile as you greet him, but he’s quickly preoccupied with exhaling the smoke from his lungs and putting out his cigarette. he waves a hand over the trail of smoke now coming from the glass ashtray, trying to help dispel it more quickly as you take a seat in his lap.
you curl close into his body heat, the arm he slings around your waist helping to keep you warm. you bury your face in his shoulder and take in a deep breath. for as much as you want him to quit smoking, there’s something about the scent of it on his clothes that you find comforting. maybe it’s because of how much you associate the smell of cigarettes with Suguru.
when you hear the sound of crinkling paper, you look up just in time to catch him as he slips a stick of gum into his mouth. it’s only after he’s thoroughly chewed it that he presses his lips to yours in a kiss that tastes of spearmint.
“you don’t have to do that, you know,” you tell him with kind eyes, gesturing with a small nod to the ashtray on the table. you gently brush his bangs from his eyes, smiling fondly when they fall right back. “it’s okay.”
but he shakes his head softly in disagreement as he takes your hand in his, bringing your fingers to his lips and planting an affectionate kiss to your knuckles.
“I wouldn’t put you at risk like that,” he murmurs into the backs of your fingers and you can feel the way he’s softly smiling against your skin.
Suguru hasn’t quit smoking yet but you believe with your whole heart that one day he will. if not for himself, then for you.
♡ WAIST — just holding you by the waist shows to everyone that you’re only theirs and theirs alone. no one even tries to get your attention when they landed on what’s truly theirs. possessiveness is what we usually call this.
->bakugou, gojo, geto, todoroki
♡ HANDS — holding your hands, interwining it between your fingers as they can feel the soft touch making them feel assured in situations. just a tender touch of each other’s hands is enough to make their days twice more.
♡ THIGHS — they love being intimate with you, the depth of feelings of being each other’s significant others are set on a deeper level of trust and bond where no one could find this but only the two of you.
->geto, gojo, choso, bakugou, itadori
♡ CHEEKS — it’s the part where they can truly say it by their actions that they love you, caressing them ever so lightly as if it’s a fragile glass that is ready to break in a moment. By wiping the wet tears that have flown trough your cheeks and reassuring you that everything’s gonna be okay.
You stepped out of the dressing room in a dress that the boutique associate picked out. You were on the fence about it. It made your boobs look good, but maybe it was too much for a friendly dinner. Nanami looked up from his phone when you walked out and then shook his head. You huffed a frustrated sound. This was like the fifth dress he’d wordlessly denied.
“Is it me or the dress, Kento?” you questioned with a heavy sigh.
“… Why would it be you?”
“‘M not exactly a size two, so-”
He put a hand up to stop you, “We’re not going to do that. The dress isn’t flattering, and I don’t like the ruching.”
You poked your lip out petulantly. He really nipped that whole rant in the bud. Which was like him you supposed. Still it didn’t help with your growing frustration about this shopping trip.
“This is why I don’t like last minute engagements. I’d prefer to take you to a seamstress, working off the rack is just begging for disaster. These things are made with a fake woman in mind, not a real grown adult.”
“Do you like how I usually dress?” you asked.
“I do.”
“Then can I make a few picks, and then show you what I find? I’ve been shopping off-the-rack my whole life… I know what looks good.”
He nodded, “I’ll be here, take your time.”
You went back in the dressing room to put back on your sundress so you could walk the floor. The sales associate seemed desperate to either please you or Nanami… your money was on Nanami. He was the one with the heavy black card. You told her about your body type and how you shopped for it, and the accessories you preferred to enhance your overall look. It was intricate but once you explained it you both had three picks each. You went back to the dressing room feeling a lot more confident.
The first one was a cuter look, with a square neckline and well structured bodice. It was a light flirty pink that you thought was adorable. It was a “no” but Nanami looked more engaged with the process. The next was a red wrap dress that stopped mid calf, the material was comfy.
“I like the neckline, but the waist line is too high it’s fighting the natural lines of your body,” he remarked.
The sales associate nodded, “Try the off the shoulder one.”
You stepped out next in the next dress and you knew it was the one you were leaving with from the way Nanami sat up when you stepped out. It was a wine red, faux wrap dress. The fabric at the bodice mocked a wrap dress but the waist was well structured with steel boning. It supported your chest nice enough that you didn’t need a bra, which was greatly appreciated since it was an off the shoulder piece with cute puff sleeved.
“Is this the one.”
“It is,” he said curtly.
Shopping for accessories was far more fun and you had to argue Nanami all the way down to keep him from buying you more jewelry. You weren’t usually a woman to protest to a man spending money on you, but this level of spending was going to take some getting used to.
“You’ll at least get the earrings,” he said and looked immediately to the jeweler.
“Kento,” you complained throwing your head back in exhaustion.
“If it bothers you, don’t look at the price tag. You like them, I like them. I pay for what I like.”
“Kentooooo.”
“Stop it,” he reprimanded as he passed his card over to the jeweler. The man was looking at the two of you deeply amused by your antics.
“You’re being excessive now. The shoes were so expensive.”
“They’re nice shoes.”
“But I have shoes at home.”
“Not those shoes. Should I have put a no complaining clause in the agreement?”
“I wouldn’t have agreed to those terms. We should have put a cap on your spending.”
“Trust me, I know what I can afford,” he said and then he leaned down to speak in your ear, “Stop whining before I give you something to whine about.”
You grinned and then snapped your teeth at him, “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
He rolled his eyes at you, “You’re impossible. Are you going to be this difficult all day?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t decided yet.”
You liked teasing Nanami and seeing little cracks in his carefully composed facade, usually making him laugh when he obviously had no intentions of doing so. The earrings were adorable, they were fashioned like little lilies of the valley with mother of pearls dangling from the carved pearl flowers. The leaves at the base were made of jade. You did love them, and you probably should have known when you stopped and fawned over them what would happen, but you just weren’t thinking.
When the jeweler came back with a bag and box Nanami slid it over to you and gave you a look that basically dared you to complain.
“Thank you,” you grumbled.
“You’re welcome.”
“I hope the two of you think of us for any other jewelry needs,” the man said and then threw a wink your way.
“Please don’t give him any ideas,” you groaned, grabbing the bag and leaving before Nanami found something else to buy you. When you finished with your work early you thought that would mean time for a quickie, not shopping. Did it sound a little silly on paper to be upset that he was taking you shopping, sure. But you wanted him to be several inches deep in you before this dinner and now there would be no time for that.
When you got back in you had to take a shower and get dressed so you could do your makeup in a timely fashion. Consequently, you were in the bathroom doing your makeup and got the pleasure of watching Nanami come in with his shirt open to grab something out of the medicine cabinet. You paused in the middle of applying your false lashes and just watched him in the reflection of the huge mirror in front of you. It did not take you long to realize that his pants were open too.
“What are the odds that you’ll have sex with me before this dinner?” you asked, looking directly at his lower stomach.
Nanami looked at you in the mirror, warm brown eyes meeting you for just a moment, “Enticing, the thought of my cum leaking out of you and into your underwear while we sit having dinner with my friend… but we don’t have the time.”
You hung your head heavily, “Now why would you say all of that. That was cruel. We’re supposed to be friends.”
He shrugged nonchalantly before swatting your ass, “I’m not very kind to my friends anyway. Give me your panties. You don’t need them.”
“I’m gonna lose my mind fucking with you,” you groaned as you fixed your eyelash, and the lifted the skirt of your dress to take off your panties and give them to him.
“Thank you,” he said nonchalantly before breezing back out. This was going to be an excruciatingly long dinner.
The restaurant was yet another ridiculously fancy place that you’d never been to. Nanami was early so the two of you wound up waiting, which he assured you was to be expected because Gojo was always late. The two of you were seated beside one another in a booth and you were captivated by the elaborate fish tank across the room.
“When’s your birthday?” he asked suddenly.
“Are you still mad I called you a crybaby? I was only joking, I like cancers.”
“I’d actually forgotten about it. But I just realized I don’t know.”
You told him and then you told him your sun sign and because he looked at least a little intrigued, you told him about the rest of your major placements.
“So you like astrology.”
“It’s a good icebreaker. Everybody likes to learn about themselves, even if they swear they hate astrology. I thought for sure you’d tell me it was pseudo-scientific BS.”
“Oh it is. But you were enjoying yourself.”
“Hm, you were born in the evening weren’t you,” you said with a smug smile.
“… Yes I think so why?”
“I think you have a Capricorn rising, but I’d need to know your birth time for that.”
“And what horrible thing does that say about me?” he said with an indulgent sigh.
“It says that your goal oriented, willing to take short term discomfort for long term satisfaction, and it explains your grumpy exterior.”
“You think I’m grumpy?”
“I think you look grumpy. And I think you have a very structured view on life.”
“Hm, do you read palms too?” he asked, obviously in jest.
You nodded, “I do.”
“Oh well what does my palm tell you?” he asked holding out his hand to you. You took his wrist and studied his hands. You used to pretend to know how to read palms all the time just to pick guys up. They fell for it every single time. You turned your body to face Nanami a bit more as you studied his hands. Nanami had strong hands, and yet there was still a grace to him. His fingers were long, but they had a good thickness to them. You knew that intimately.
“Hmm,” you hummed, “I see. Your palm tells me that your hands make good necklaces.”
Nanami snorted before he laughed, a genuine smile took over his features and you looked up at him with your own self satisfied little smirk.
“You’re trouble,” he sighed.
You let your smile drop as you looked at him with wide innocent eyes, “I thought I was your good girl.”
His gaze darkened after you said that, obviously looking down at your lips. You could almost see him mulling over his decisions. You leaned in closer in anticipation hoping he chose to absolutely tongue fuck your mouth.
“Nanamin!” a loud voice made you jump and you turned to see a man with shockingly white hair come over to the table.
“Y/N?” You turned to see your best friend, Kat, walking behind him.
“Kat?” you questioned equally confused.
“You ladies know each other? Please tell me you used to fuck,” Gojo said dreamily.
“Gojo,” Nanami reprimanded.
“Satoru, get a fucking grip,” Kat snapped at him, “She’s my best friend, moron.”
Gojo’s mood was not dampened in the slightest, “I love it when you talk dirty to me, baby.”
Kat rolled her eyes and sat in the booth first so you could sit across from each other.
“This is the guy who had you screaming into pillows because you had to cancel a dick appointment?”
You cleared your throat, embarrassed by her mentioning that, “Uh, well-”
“She was sick,” Kat ignored you and looked right at Nanami, “I thought she would never stop complaining.”
“Why do you hate me?” you groaned.
“Waaaait, Nanamin was that why you were so grumpy this past week. Well now I really do have to give you a try. You look like such an innocent thing,” Gojo grinned at you wolfishly.
Your eyes widened and you felt like your eyeballs might pop out, “Uh, what?”
“Ignore him,” Nanami advised, “I always do. Gojo, you haven’t even been properly introduced. Could you show a little respect?”
“I skipped a few steps,” he conceded, putting his hands up in surrender. He was wearing sunglasses but he looked over them at you, setting his cool blue eyes on you. The first thing you realized was that his gaze was just… cold, impersonal.
He continued speaking to you, “I’m Satoru Gojo. Nanamin’s best friend.”
You gave him your name politely, but decided against giving him a handshake. It just seemed like it would go some other way than the way you wanted, which was perfectly platonic and not at all sexual.
“Now that I’ve met you, I can ask you a question that Nanamin won’t answer.”
You raised your eyebrows in question, “What question?” You heard Nanami sigh heavily and turned your gaze to him curiously.
“Would you like to be shared?” Gojo asked, “I’m dying to know what could have Nanami so enamored.”
You looked at Nanami with wide eyes.
He looked annoyed beyond words but when he noticed you looking at him, “Answer how you wish, it has no bearing on our agreement.”
“Oh this is a serious question,” you gasped and then looked at Gojo again appraising him quickly, “No, I don’t respect you.”
“You shouldn’t,” Kat agreed.
Gojo didn’t look in the least bit offended, he just laughed, a loud cackle that you remembered hearing at that dinner where you met Nanami.
“He doesn’t respect himself,“ Kat continued.
“You can say that again,” Nanami agreed with a sigh.
Gojo sighed forlornly, “Looks like the hooks are already in deep. Well I can’t fault you for your taste in women, Nanamin. She’s a looker.”
“Uh huh… Kat this is definitely the guy you peg on the weekends huh?”
“Oh yeah,” Kat nodded emphatically. She told you about her sexcapades without using any names, naturally. She had a couple of guys in rotation but she actually liked fucking around with Gojo because he was a switch without the machismo. You remembered her words exactly.
“The one who’s a little fruity?” you added as retribution for her airing out your sadness about missing a weekend with Nanami.
Gojo laughed harder, “Is that my nickname between the two of you? I’m honored. What’s Nanamin.”
“Tall, blonde, and handsome,” Kat answered immediately.
“I said that once,” you complained as she continued to embarrass you over how deeply taken with Nanami you were.
“You said it more than once.”
“You’re an awful friend,” you pouted and you hazarded a glance at Nanami who looked absolutely pleased by the route that the conversation went.
“It’s okay,” Gojo said, “That’s what I call him too.”
You had the pleasure of watching all the amusement drain from Nanami’s face. The conversation moved on from you and you were grateful for it. Gojo started explaining in excruciating detail how Kat kept canceling this date. Kat let him talk with a devious little smile on her face. She was proud to inconvenience him… and the more he complained you could already tell she was going to make him eat his words.
“How long have you two known each other, Kento?” You asked during a break in the conversation b
“Since my first year of high school.”
“He was emo back then,” Gojo said, leveling you with an excited look. You could tell he expected you to make a face but instead your face lit up.
Kat snorted, “Y/N had a goth phase in high school too.”
“No way! She looks so normal. I mean Nanamin totally looks like he’s still doom and gloom on the inside.”
“Eh she was a bubbly goth. Cute as a button though,” Kat winked at you as she spoke. You and Kat were very unlikely friends in high school. She was a very traditionally pretty black girl and you were… a little weird. She always told you that she adopted you as her friend because you weren’t afraid to be who you were. She said it was brave and she respected it. Kat was always sticking up for you in school, even if she thought you were being weird. She might pull you aside later and tell you to cut the weird shit, but she was a solid friend.
“Are there pictures?” Gojo asked.
“Not for you,” Kat responded.
Dinner with Gojo and Kat was hilarious, but you barely got a word in. Gojo ordered appetizers for the table, and you were happy to listen to them talk. You would chime in when Kat was telling a story wrong, just like Nanami would chime in when Gojo was getting out of hand. It was kind of amusing to see that how alike you and Nanami were, at least in your friendship dynamic. Granted, Nanami and Gojo’s friendship hinged upon Nanami pretending to despise Gojo. You and Kat were very in love.
“That’s my baby,” Kat said, flippantly, “I’ll go to war behind her.” She ended the sentence with a hard glare in Nanami’s direction.
Nanami frowned a little at the obvious threat, but then decided to let it go. He understood how someone could feel that way about you. You were easy to get along with. Watching you interact with Gojo was telling. You were kind, but firm. All of his flirtations were met with harsh rebuffs, though Nanami couldn’t tell if it was out of respect for him or your friend. Either way, it was funny to watch in action.
“We could all get together-” Gojo began but was swiftly cut off by three voices.
“Absolutely not,” you all said together, immediately dampening Gojo’s mood but only for a moment.
“Well, you can’t stop me from fantasizing about it.” he settled. He seemed impossible to put off. At any rate the food was delicious, and you laughed so hard throughout the night that your cheeks hurt by the end of it.
When dinner was over Nanami made Gojo pull his car around to come get Kat like he was doing for you. Listening to Nanami reprimand him was incredibly amusing. It gave you a moment to speak to Kat alone.
“What are the odds huh?” you said with a little laugh.
“Right? I can see why you like him so much though. He’s your type.”
“And I can tell that you like Gojo. He’s your type.”
She rolled her eyes at you, “Don’t start and don’t let him hear you say that. He’s already bragging about getting me to spend the night.”
Your eyes almost bugged out of your head, “You stayed the night?”
“Shut up.”
“Youlikehim for real, for real.”
“Yeah, he’s cool or whatever,” she shrugged but you could see how flustered she was under her nonchalant facade, “But let’s talk about you. Don’t think I missed the way you were looking at Nanami.”
You laughed, “I’m waiting for him to knock my walls all the way down tonight. I’m not even wearing underwear, you know? He has them.”
“Oh he’s a freak freak. Damn, and he seems like he’s pretty laidback.”
You made a sound at that, “As long as he gets his way. He got so huffy when I had to cancel with him. You thought Ithrew a tantrum about not being able to see him. That was nothing. He had a whole attitude.”
She snorted, “I never would have guessed. He seems so chill.”
“Chill on the outside but on the inside I can already tell he’s ridiculous.” Despite your words, you gave a kind smile.
Gojo and Nanami were having a similar conversation as they walked through the parking lot. Nanami was in his own thoughts, thinking about how swiftly you’d declined Gojo’s offers. He expected you to at least consider it. Most people did. Gojo had a way of charming people. It was usually a good way to vet people. If they could be won over by Gojo, they weren’t for Nanami.
“She doesn’t even seem to like me a little,” Gojo sighed.
“Did you plan to go home with both of our dates then?” Nanami said in a bored voice.
“Well, I planned to go home with you too.”
“You disgust me.”
“She’s nice though. Definitely your type. How serious is this really?”
“We’re friends,” Nanami answered easily.
“Riiight. Just two friends that stare dreamily into each other’s eyes.”
“If there’s something you want to say, you should just say it,” Nanami responded.
Gojo just shook his head, laughing at Nanami’s tone. They knew each other too well for Gojo to think that airing out his true thoughts would help anything. So instead he chose a lighter message.
“She seems like a real sweetheart, and Kat can and will make good on her threat so… don’t do anything too crazy.”
“Crazy?” “You know what I mean. You get weird when you like people. Dial back the intensity, have fun.Please, if you don’t listen to anything else I say, please hear that. Just have fun for a bit.”
“Sure.”
“Good, well, this was nice. We’ll have to do it again some time… and maybe then you’ll let me take the two of you home.”
“Never gonna happen, Gojo,” Nanami unlocked his car so he could get in the driver’s side.
In the car with Nanami you finally gave your face a rest, though you were still amused by the way tonight went. Nanami seemed content with quiet. The radio played to break up the silence but the music was low. Once again, he put a hand on your thigh. It was especially tantalizing because you had nothing on under your dress.
“Did you enjoy dinner?” Nanami asked casually, squeezing your thigh lightly.
“I did. It’s been a while since I had dinner with Kat. Didn’t expect her to be doing dinner with someone. She’s usually not the type.”
Nanami nodded, “Neither is Gojo. They seem like an interesting match.”
You chuckled, “He must like ‘em a little crazy.”
“You have no idea.”
“Well, you know, don’t look at me to wrangle her if that blows up. There’s truly nothing I can do.”
“I leave Gojo to his business. It won’t affect us in the slightest.”
“Good, good, so uh you gonna do something with that hand on my thigh or are you just going to drive me crazy.”
He wordlessly took his hand away and you went to complain but then you remembered one of his rules: You take what’s given to you.
“Sorry.”
“Hm, you will be,” He answered simply without even the smallest hint of genuine aggravation. You supposed he had no reason to be angry. Rules weren’t there to make anyone angry, they were just a system. Still, it bothered you a little that you disappointed him. Ness used to be a more prominent sex worker, before she got her current job. One night after far too many glasses of wine she got to talking about her experiences in BDSM clubs, and camming with a dom.
“It’s good when you find someone you have the right chemistry with,” she slurred to you, “You want to please them you know. It doesn’t feel any good otherwise, and when you get into that place when it’s just you and then, it’s euphoric.” She’d smiled thinking about it. Kat said that being in charge she felt a different kind of satisfaction watching her sub go “dumb” for her.
“It’s cute. Takes a little bit of building together to get there, but when you do it, it’s a trip.”
You never really felt secure enough to really give anyone that much leeway in the bedroom with you. Maybe it was because you weren’t really in the scene, but it just seemed like too much to trust anyone with. Then again, no one else was writing detailed comprehensible contracts with plenty of protection and fail-safes for you. Also, Nanami did not hop right into setting a dynamic. He learned your body a bit first. It put you at ease… even when you were on edge about being in trouble. There was still a certain amount of excitement to be had from wondering what he would do to you.
Again, getting up to Nanami’s penthouse was excruciating. You fidgeted impatiently, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you watched the numbers climb.They seemed to be going even slower than normal.
Nanami noticed how antsy you were. You were fiddling with your hands and bouncing on lightly. He couldn’t tell if you were anxious or excited. He didn’t intend to give you a punishment that you wouldn’t ultimately like, and it was a minor offense, so it wasn’t likely to go on for long. He led the way into his place as always.
“Go to the bedroom and undress. I’ll be there in a moment,” he said as he took off his shoes at the door. He watched with barely contained chuckles as you hurried, barefoot, to the bedroom. Well, he guessed that answered his question. If you’d been dreading this interaction you wouldn’t have gone to the bedroom so eagerly. There was the slim chance that you were afraid of making him upset, but he was going to fix any misconceptions once he got into the bedroom. For now, he went to the bar and made himself a drink to give you time to sweat.
You were undress and standing in the middle of the bedroom in record time. You wondered around a bit, then wondered if you should get on the bed… but he hadn’t told you to get on the bed. You wondered if you should ask, but then recognized that if he was already on his way, you didn’t want to be outside of the room. So you stayed standing in the middle of the floor. When Nanami walked in you were standing there, completely nude waiting for him.
“Oh? Seems like you’ve learned to listen,” he said offhandedly as he brought his glass up to his lips. He took a seat on the bed and grabbed a decorative pillow to put on his lap.
“Over my knee,” he said simply. You crawled on the bed and put your stomach on top of the throw pillow.
“I’m going to refresh you on my rules. I know you’re still learning. To start, what are the first two rules.”
“No cumming without you, sir. My orgasms belong to you and only you can give me permission to have them.”
“Very good, beautiful, and the other?”
“I take what you give me.”
“And that means what?”
“It means that I don’t reject what’s given and I don’t ask for more.”
“Unless I permit you to beg.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you know which rule you broke? Hm?”
“I asked for more, sir.”
“You did. This is your punishment, I’m going to spank you five times. You’re going to count and you’ll thank me for each one.”
“Yes, sir.”
He finished off his drink, taking his time just looking at your body, spread out on his lap. He looked at the round globes of your ass. He was indulging himself a bit. Any other time he’d give a needy sub more than they could handle when they asked for more. He would have shoved his fingers deep inside you and fucked your little wet cunt with them until you were crying for him. You’d once been skeptical about multiple orgasms being a punishment. He wanted to show you how that worked. But it was better, he thought, to teach you that pain could feel good before he showed you that he could turn your own pleasure against yourself.
He set his glass down on the night table when he finished his drink, letting his free hand rest against your back as he leaned forward.
You laid there with your eyes shut, anticipation made you hyper aware of every sensation. The moment he touched you, you jumped. You half expected him to just start spanking you, but you suppose he wasn’t interested in shocking you. Where was the shock factor anyway? He told you what he was going to do and why he was doing it. So you forced yourself to relax as he skimmed his fingers across your skin. His touch was feather light, heightening the sensitivity of your skin. It tickled a little, and you had to keep yourself from squirming his lap as he traced the lower curve of your ass, down to your thighs. He let his fingers skim your inner thighs for a moment, teasing you a bit. You didn’t even have time to suck in an anticipatory breath before he spanked you. First, there was just the sound, and the way the impact sent you forward a bit. And then it stung, not awfully, but it hurt enough to make you gasp.
“One! Thank you, sir,” you said hastily once you got your breath back.
“Very good,” he murmured, massaging the cheek he just spanked, firmly kneading it with his hand. His other hand rested on your lower back.
The second spank hit your other cheek just as harshly, and you counted, “Two, thank you, sir.”
He alternated between cheeks, and experiencing the blow on an already sore spot made it much worse.
“Ah! Three! Thank you, sir.”
“Good job, you can take it.”
“Four! Thank you, sir!”
“There we go. One more.”
“Five! Ah, thank you, sir,” you blinked hard, trying to clear your eyes of the little tears that had collected. They weren’t quite accumulated enough to fall, but they were aggravating. You almost made the mistake of trying to get up, but it occurred to you almost immediately that he hadn’t told you to do so. If he noticed your little falter, he did not say anything. Instead, he kept massaging away the hurt. It didn’t take long for the hurt to simmer into something that had the warmth already radiating between your legs, blossoming fully. Your cheeks were sore and sensitive and they felt unusually warm after his heavy handed hits. He nudged your legs open. to tease your entrance with his fingers.
He clicked his tongue, “So wet, this was hardly a punishment at all was it?”
You have no idea if he expects you to answer, you don’t even know what you would say. Did he expect to hurt you more, should you be hurting more? He stopped your fretful thoughts by plunging a finger into you, and then one more. Your legs opened a bit more on instinct, making it easier for him to hit deeper. He made no move to go any deeper than before, just shallow pumping his fingers. You bit your lip and let your cheek rest against the backs of your hands where they lie on top of each other on bed.
“So needy,” he cooed at you in his smooth voice, “That’s the problem isn’t it? You’re just a needy little hole.”
You moaned involuntarily at that, only to bite your lip to prevent further outbursts. Your face felt like it was on fire with the inherent embarrassment of your situation. You were fully naked, lying across this man’s lap while he was fully clothed.
“Is that your problem, sweet thing? Are you just a needy hole that needs to be filled?”
“Mm, yes sir,” you breathed, eyes rolling back as he pushed his fingers in deeper. He started slow and steady, pushing down a bit with his thrust, it added weight to his fingers inside of you. Your jaw dropped as you slowly rocked with his movements.
“But I’m already filling up this wet hole, what else could you possibly want?”
“I want, ah,” you whined as he sped up just a bit when you started talking, “You. I want you.”
“You want me, that’s sweet, but you have me. Tell me what you want,” he ordered firmly, but in complete contradiction to his words he crooked his fingers just right to start bullying your g-spot. You realized, he did not mean for you to be able to answer him. As sweetly as he spoke to you, he was setting you up for failure. Despite realizing this, you couldn’t bring yourself to be upset and you certainly do more than let out choked moans as he fucked you with his fingers without an ounce of care for your sanity.
“Oh? You don’t want to use that mouth of yours?” he said, “That’s okay. I’ve got a use for it.”
He pulled his fingers out of you and prompted you to sit up, “On your knees,” he pointed to the spot between his legs. You did as he said. He stood then, looking down at you with that seemingly indifferent stare.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered and you obeyed only for him to immediately put his arousal slicked fingers in your mouth, “Clean those for me, won’t you.”
You sucked his fingers, licking his digits ardently, tasting yourself on your tongue as you kept your eyes on him. Still, it didn’t seem like you were having much of an effect on him at all. The prospect of it bothered you enough to take his fingers deeper. He pulled them away just as you started. You pouted looking up at him. You wanted to ask if he wasn’t pleased with you, but thought better of speaking before he asked you a question. You couldn’t remember if it was on the list of rules or not, but maybe it would come off as asking more of him than he was willing to give so you stayed quiet.
“Even when you step out of line a little, you’re such a good girl. Why don’t you prove to me how good you can be?” His hands moved to his belt buckle. Your eyes, naturally zeroed in on his belt, watching his fingers move to undo the fine leather. For a moment, your gaze followed the belt, wondering what it would be like if he bound your wrists with that belt, truly making you take everything he intended to give you.
You pulled your gaze away from the belt after he tossed it away, instead watching him take himself out of his underwear for you. You kept you looked up at his face, awaiting further instruction.
“Go on, open your mouth.”
You gazed up at him, watching his jaw drop with pleasure as you sucked him off. He put his hand on the back of your head, not pushing you closer just holding you. He felt your hands rest on his hips and he looked down to see you taking more of him into his mouth.
“I didn’t say you could use your hands,” he rasped darkly. You quickly put them down in your lap again, relaxing your jaw a bit more as you bobbed your head. Nanami’s grip changed a bit as he helped you keep pace with his shallow thrusts. Instead of making you gag on him every time, sometimes he let the head of his cock nudge your cheek so he could watch it bulge with the pressure.
You were just too pretty for your own good, he thought. Originally, he had no intention of cumming in your mouth. He wanted to fill you up again so he could lick his cum out of your oversensitive pussy. It would give you just a taste of his other method of punishment. Maybe then you would understand, if only by the smallest margin, just how torturous too much of a good thing could be. But you were on your knees for him, and your false lashes gave you an especially wide doe eyed look every time you looked at him and you were so good.Only the smallest of slip ups bred from your obvious neediness, an innocent mistake instead of a drive to start trouble. You were so sweet to him, taking him into your throat, swallowing around him even as tears began to stream down your face. The thing was… he usually wasn’t much for tears. You were just pretty when you cried. You sucked him off like your life depended on it, moaning around his length wantonly even as drool began to drip down your chin. He wanted to make a mess of you.
You watched his brow crease as you continued to suck him off. You really just wanted to make him happy. You wanted him to be pleased with you, to tell you how well you did. You wanted him to call you sweet names while he touched you. The moans leaving your throat were almost entirely lost on you, they were consistently cut off with a throaty glugas you kept bobbing your head.
“Very good, you’re so good to me,” he praised you, keeping his concentration on your face as he coaxed you into moving just a little bit faster. His cheeks were flushed, you noticed, and he was so beautiful like that. That ruddy blush ruled your world, you loved to see him flustered, to see the edges of his unflappable mask begin to pull back. He pulled out of your mouth abruptly and you whined at the lost, only for him to jerk himself a few more times. You had time to close your eyes before he came all over your lips, cheeks, and down your chin. You stayed very still listening to his breathy moans as he came down a bit.
Because your eyes were closed, you weren’t prepared for him to grab the back of your neck and to feel his tongue drag from chin, your cheek, and then for him to kiss you. His tongue was breaching your mouth almost immediately, feeding his cum to you in a lewd kiss that felt more like him tongue fucking your mouth than any thing else. He did this until all visible evidence of his release was gone and then he pulled you back to level you with a firm stare.
“Get on the bed.”
The next morning you were grateful not to have a 9-5, but you were more than a little disappointed to see Nanami go. He got up at 6 A.M. sharp to start his morning routine. He let you sleep in. You were properly exhausted from the seven million positions he had you in the night prior. You woke up on your own before he left out for the day. He told you to simply make yourself at home and to be thinking about what you wanted for dinner, he’d grab it on his way back. He was so casual as he spoke to you, as if you weren’t standing in his shirt from last night, walking very carefully to minimize discomfort. The two of you could have been roommates for all the passion in his voice.
“Okay, have a nice day at work.”
“Thanks, see you.”
For a little while you were confused about what to do. You’d never been in Nanami’s place without him. You could snoop, and snoop you did, but there really wasn’t much of interest save the very organized stash of toys and other sex accessories in his closet, but that wasn’t exactly juicy. You were sure that if you asked about it, he would have shown them to you anyway. Later on you wound up perusing one of Nanami’s big bookshelves and you found a few novels that were nothing but smut. They were top of the line erotica honestly. You couldn’t even make fun of him, he had good taste.
You found an old highschool yearbook in a lineup of other photo albums. Nanami didn’t immediately strike you as a sentimental, picture taking person, but apparently he was because there were quite a few photo albums. The highschool one was most entertaining. Gojo had not been exaggerating. Nanami’s haircut back then would have made you swoon when you were deep in your goth phase. There was a performative melancholy about him that was so of the time… There were quite a few pictures of him and a dark haired kid who was anything but doom and gloom. The other kid could be found grinning in each and everyone of the pictures he was a part of. In a few he managed to get a smirk out of Nanami. You went for the next year book and found that… Nanami’s melancholy no longer looked so performative, and there were only a handful of pictures of the dark haired boy, found in the background of school events at the beginning of the year. At the very back of the yearbook there was a page full of pictures.
“In Memory of Yu Haibara” Read the words in the middle of the page. You frowned, closing the book. You tried to imagine it, losing Kat at such a young age. So many things wouldn’t have been possible for you. You wouldn’t have had the courage to spring out as your own after high school and go to a college far away if she wasn’t right there with out. You might not have had the courage to move to a big city… and you certainly wouldn’t have gone to a kinky dinner party.
You pulled out your phone and sent her a quick message: I love you.
I love you too
Then a few minutes later she texted again: Bitch are you good?
You snorted realizing how that probably looked to just say “I love you” out of the blue. You put her worries to rest, just saying that you were thinking of her and how good of a friend she’d been to you over the years.
Don’t scare me like that. I was about to start hunting you down like we was on the First 48
TW:smut! cum play (?), cum eating, unprotected sex, pure fucking filth, do tell me if missed any
gojo satoru who doesn‘t want kids but doesn‘t pull out either.
mindlessly, he thrusts into you as if his life depends on it. his eyes are closed, head thrown back with his hands on the small of your back pressing it down, forcing your back to arch.
it hasn‘t been remotely long since your last orgasm, and another one is loading inside you. it’s all caused by the natural arch of his thick cock that keeps hitting your g-spot, causing you become delirious with every passing second.
“‘tooru—” you sweetly moan, tongue already losing it‘s place in your mouth. meanwhile, the white haired man behind you keeps moaning, barely hearing your voice over his as he whines.
“j- just a bit more pretty.” he pants, both hands moving to your waist as his thrusts become rather sloppy and deeper as he shudders with every thrust, feeling your walls tighten around him sweetly.
you shudder, feeling his cock pulse inside you, going deeper with every thrust, his hands clawing at your waist as he chases that sweet release that washes over him in no time.
you both moan so lewdly. his sweet voice leaving past his lips as he stills, dumping his cum inside of you. you stop as well, feeling his liquid inside you. all that stickiness feeling well inside of you, spurting and painting your walls white.
“fuck baby,” he moans.
though he did dump himself inside of you without a care, he doesn‘t want kids, and you don‘t feel prepared yet. you‘re not on birth control, and neither is he.
you sigh in pleasure as you feel him pull out, white cum that belongs to him and you wrapped around his pretty cock. gojo swallows thickly before he grabs your waist and flips you to your stomach.
“alright baby, you know what to do,” he looks up at you, your tired yet smutty eyes meeting his lust filled ones as you nod.
his hand moves to the lower part of your stomach as he watches your cunt with lust in his eyes. you prop yourself on your shoulders as you look down at him between your legs, you smirk lightly before you push.
with one hard push from you and a light pressure from his hand, dribbles of his cum drip from your pussy. you moan, feeling his fingers ghost on the lips of your cunt, opening it to reveal more of you pushing all his seed out of you as best as you possibly can.
and when you feel like can‘t anymore, he‘ll sweetly smile at you, saying “oh don‘t worry, i can help you with that.” then, his long, slender fingers will delve into your pussy.
your throw your head back as his fingers rake the walls of your cunt, bringing the remnants of his cum out of your pussy. and when he sees his middle and ring finger glisten with cum when he takes them out, he‘ll waste no time and put them into his mouth. he does that all while he looks at you, looking lewdly before his fingers go back in.
when he finds that his fingers can no longer pick out anything, he‘ll prop his mouth before you glistening cunt and stick his tongue straight into you. best part is when you‘ll take his hair and push your cunt straight to his mouth. he‘ll smirk, grabbing your thighs and straight up lick you in the inside. he calls this process ’just making sure’ to make sure that there is no more cum in your cunt, to ensure that there will be no babies coming your way.
and when he‘s down with taking all remnants of his white potent seed out of you, he‘ll crawl over to you and dangle his cock before your mouth. of course, you naturally will eat up and lick him. you‘ll eat the mixture of yours and his ecstasy clean.
and when you‘re done, you two will share a cute deep kiss, tasting each other. <3
who knew parenting would be this hard? certainly not nanami kentodid.
before having a kid of his own, he had always thought parenting was not that hard. it was always his mindset that the child grows to be how it is with the way the parent teaches it, or how the parent is because kids like to follow and mimic its parents.
but since having one of his own, he has been proven wrong, countless times.
“yuuji, please do not stray far away from daddy.” nanami pleads his two year old son who runs in the park with much enthusiasm, unlike his father who seems to have no energy and heavy bags underneath his eyes. “yuuji,” tiredly the man calls once again, but to his ineffective attempt, the child simply runs straight to the water fountain.
the poor man sighs for what seems to be the fifth time this hour, and they haven‘t even been in the park for longer than thirty minutes. he contemplates on running after the two year old who amuses himself with the water or if he should set up the picnic mat first and then run after his kid.
he thinks, and thinks, and thinks, all while looking back and forth at the empty grass patch and the water area. then he sighs again. if only he had a second body then maybe he wouldn’t have to do this, maybe if he had a second pair of hands he wouldn’t have to suffer like this, maybe if he had, had a spouse—
“excuse me,” he hears from the front, already sighing internally for the millionth time as he readies himself to meet eyes with another parent who‘s going to strike up small talk he has no desire for.
but when he looks up, it feels like suddenly all his prayers have been answered by the gods.
his dark eyes look up and meet with yours, and my oh my can he not be more enthralled by the looks of you. “is this your son? he was running around with untied shoelaces and almost fell in the water.”
wow. nanami says to himself. not even listening to what you’re saying anymore, simply left speechless by the pretty person who stands before him.
“sir?”
“okay.” he monotonously says, forgetting that time is running and reality is pacing at this very moment, and not on pause. in the inside he does not know how to start a conversation, but in the outside he looks like he‘s glaring at you. and it does not help you nor him at all.
you swallow your saliva and nod, slowly settling down the child on the ground right in-front of the man and clasping your hands together. “right. well— uh.. i— i‘ve erm gotta go.. haha.” you awkwardly trail, unclasping your hands together and placing the free right hand on the back of your neck.
“and don‘t worry! i‘ve tied them back together so he doesn’t accidentally slip again.” you say before taking a step back and waving at them. “well, i‘ll be on my way. goodbye—”
“wait!” yet before you‘re able to step even more than two steps away, he‘s taking you by your wrist which causes you off-guard, not that you find it uncomfortable.
“thank you very much. yuuji can‘t swim, so that would have been unfortunate if you hadn‘t caught him.” he reasons out, hand still on your wrist as you close your lips in surprise; that‘s caused by the fact that he actually spoke to you.
“oh, that would have been, very bad.” you frown, thankful that you caught khari before he fell. “i‘m glad i caught him.”
“me too, i‘m glad you caught him.” nanami relieves, finally letting go of the wrist he held to ground you before him. “if you hadn‘t that would have been terrible.”
“how can i repay you?” he asks so, lips casually churning upwards to causing you to almost swoon. meanwhile the strawberry head child looks up curiously, not used to the way his father acts. and even though you’re swooning in the inside, you keep your composure to save yourself some face.
“oh, please, don‘t worry!” you shyly down turn his offer shaking your head lightly. “it‘s okay. i wasn‘t going to let someone fall.” you mutter. however, he shakes his head and insists.
“please i insist. you had just saved me from potentially paying bills.” he jokes, and you laugh.
“alright, since you asked so nicely.” you grace him with a sweet smile and he smiles back, heart skipping beats.
“well, i don‘t have cash right now. but if you want, you can join me and yuuji for a picnic.” he gesture to the child who now smiles so cutely at you, hand open for a wave, tiny fingers grasping at his father‘s jacket.
you swear your heart skips two if not three beats when he holds the basket and the kid in the other. you find it domestic and cute for a man like this to invite you with his kid. it makes you think of all the times you yearned to have your own little family and spend some time with them.
“is missy going to join us daddy?” the little child asks, looking sweetly at his dad who then looks back at you with a smile.
“ask her.” he winks at the boy, who nods in confidence and looks at you with a sweet smile.
“will you join us missy? me and daddy would love company!” he excitedly says, hands pointed to the basket.
you cannot help but bite your lip down and nod at the offer, accepting it with an excited heart and heated cheeks. “i‘d love to.”
“daddy! she said yes!” yuuji cheerfully exclaims.
nanami smiles at yours and yuuji‘s excitement, starting to feel his own excitement start to run in his veins.
that action of his causes your churned lips to grow wider as you inspect him for a good while before turning to the little guy then to him once again. “well, your little one. his name is yuuji right?” you ask. holding your hand out for the child to take.
“right, he‘s yuuji and he‘s two.” nanami confirms your unsure question, nodding away as he places his hand on yuuji‘s head, and the little one sneezes. you both stop, and nanami smiles awkwardly, kneeling down and taking out the napkin from his pocket and wiping yuuji’s nose. the act is cute and hearty, as you can tell, he is quite obviously the daddy figure.
“sorry about that.” he apologizes, going back up and meeting eye to eye with you.
“no worries.” you smile. you stand there in a few minutes of silence, before you remember something very important. “oh jeez, i almost forgot. i didn‘t catch what your name was.” you sheepishly admit.
“god, how rude of me.” he shakes your hand in his and you can‘t help but savour the feeling of all those veins and bones in his toned hands. they entice you in a way you‘d never thought that would entice you, yet you are not complaining.
“nanami, nanami kento.”
“i‘m (y/n), nice to meet you kento.”
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TW: breath play, head, choking, saliva play, cum eating, straight up fucking filth and some writing errors, i wrote this at 3am. do tell me if i missed any!
think about giving toji fushiguro head and it being so nasty.
he doesn’t go vanilla and allows you to lean back and take control. this man is straight up just cruel, mean, and a fucking bully about it.
he‘ll grab you by the roots of your hair and push and pull you on his long thick cock. not just that, he‘ll even thrust his hips and and out of your mouth as if it were your hole.
he shows no mercy towards you, simply using you as if you were a public toilet and lets you choke on his long dick as if he were not aware of his size. not only that, he menacingly laughs at you when he sees tears running down your cheeks because it turns him the fuck on.
after a few more minutes of that, he‘ll pull you out of his cock. you may think you‘re free, but no. he won‘t even let you breathe, he takes you by your hair and leads you to his balls. he‘ll let your slobber on them, lick them as if they were ice cream that‘s going to melt within seconds.
when toji fushiguro feels like he‘s about to cum, he does not waste time nor his potent semen. he‘s going to bend and shove that cock down your throat again.
you choke and gurgle, hands on his thighs as you look at him, begging him to have mercy on you. your wet lashes flutter as more and more tears escape your eyes, eyes so glossy like your lips and chin and his cock, all covered with saliva. he can’t help but smirk and snort at the sight before he thrusts all the way in and cums down your throat.
you feel all of it go down your throat too. it‘s sticky, thick, and a lot. his cock past your throat twitching inside there as he groans, slightly rocking back and forth. and he stays there for a few seconds, making sure you‘ve got it all before he pulls out of your mouth.
“tongue out.” he‘ll say, and you do as told. you put your tongue out and he‘ll laugh at that, hand on your head as he chuckles about how much of a good pet you are before he taps his red tip against your tongue and lets your slobber on it, making sure all your drool is over his tip before he simply puts it back in his underwear as a little wet gift.
then, he‘ll bend down take your tongue into his mouth for a few seconds before he pulls away and spits on your tongue. he smirks, pressing two fingers against your tongue and putting it back to place, closing your mouth too. and with those same fingers, he‘ll put those in his mouth and savour that flavour of your saliva and his cum.
and of course, he‘ll then tell you to sit on his lap and he‘ll play with your body for a bit because he‘s a gentleman like that.
oh, how can one be so beautiful?gojo satoru asks himself.
his blue eyes are illuminated by the sun rays as he stands there admiring you, though he does not stand further than seven feet away from you. his lips are churned upwards with his fingers holding the bouquet of flowers tight, heart beating faster by the second as he simply watches with joy, adoration, and fascination in his gaze.
he cannot stop himself from admiring the sigh before his ocean eyes.
not once in his twenty-seven years of living did he ever think he would find someone reading a book so intriguing, yet here he is: doing just as he thought he never would.
you look so beautiful to him. figure beneath the trees as the wind compliments the way your hair flows with it, feet laid out with your back pressed against the wooden body of the tree. such a simple sight, yet so breathtaking in his eyes.
as he stands there underneath the spring sun, you finally look up from your book and spot the white haired man who admires you from not-so afar. a smile cannot help but etch on your face as he walks over with his hand running through his hair.
“hello amore,” his voice is like honey, sweet and smooth as he hands you the bouquet of pink roses. “for you.” it cannot be helped that there is a slight blush is on his cheeks as he watches you take the flowers and bring it up to your nose to smell the batch, to him you just look so beautiful even as you do the most mundane action.
“thank you, darling.” you say your thanks before you settle it to your lap and usher him to kneel before you, and he does as asked. when he is there on his knees before you, you lean forward and press a sweet kiss against his lips.
sure, gojo satoru may be the strongest man to ever walk this planet, but when he is with your presence: he is nothing but a man who yearns for your love.
so when he feels your lips against his, it‘s just natural for him to fall at ease and press further as his hand moves to hold your cheek. blue eyes fluttering close as when feels your fingers on his nape. all the butterflies in his stomach erupt as his heart beats erratically for you.
sometime, everybody will love someone, and something in your kiss told gojo satoru, his sometime is now.
surely, you‘d think that playing beach volleyball would be all fun and games. there would be no strong negative feelings, just joy as you enjoy the heat and humidity by the beach.
it was like that.
until it wasn‘t.
it’sfushiguro toji whofeels his anger rise with every passing second.
he watches your darling face as you play volleyball with gojo satoru. in his eyes, you look unbelievably delectable for someone who‘s only playing volleyball. the way your smile beats the beams of the sun is something that‘s so eye capturing.
but that isn‘t the only eye capturing thing in here.
the way your pretty bikini slowly hikes up with every effort you exert to jump high to catch the ball is not something that he thought he would be witnessing today, yet here he is.
it wouldn’t have been bothering him, had it been you and him playing. he probably would have made you jump on purpose. he‘d love the way your tits would bounce, and with every little action your bikini hikes up, showing more and more of your underboob before it just gives up and shows your pretty tits.
but now that you‘re playing with gojo who seems to be doing what he would have done, he feel his anger rising instead of his erection.
he can see the shit eating grin gojo holds as he makes every hit high just to make you jump and expose more skin. that action does nothing but make the irk on toji‘s forehead grow.
with a click of his tongue, he stands up from his seat. and as he does so, he notices that gojo isn‘t the only one looking at your boobs bounce. almost everyone in the beach is doing so.
a scowl shows on his handsome face as he grabs a bottle of water and opens it before he stops where the rope indication is and calls you over.
you look at him then nod, walking over and calling a break. the smile on your face almost makes his anger dissipate. the sweat that makes your body glisten makes his mouth water like a dog in heat, but he holds it in.
“hey baby,” you smile as he stretches out his hand to hand you the bottle. he smiles back and motions you close up until you’re only centimetres apart.
“enjoyin’ yourself sweetheart?” he asks so innocently, as if his hand isn‘t rising in the most sensual way known to man. deft fingers trailing on your sides up until they‘re halfway your ribcage.
“mhm. i haven‘t had this much fun with volleyball in such a long time.” you smile.
toji smiles sweetly back at you, all while side-eying gojo who has his eyes on your tits that are already half exposed, something you somehow hadn’t noticed yet.
toji‘s eye twitches before his hands ghost your tits. “mhm, seems like it.” he then places his hands directly on the bottom hem of your bra and pulls it down. “seems like your partner is as well.”
“gojo? yeah he‘s—”
you don‘t get to finish yourself. not when his large hands suddenly squeeze your tits sweetly. you almost emit a moan, but not when his mouth covers yours for a sweet kiss.
your eyes fall naturally close as your hands wrap themselves around his neck. but his eyes remain open. he makes eye contact with gojo whose eyes suddenly burn with jealousy seeing you fall putty into toji‘s hands.
though they don‘t exchange words, toji sends him a message with his eyes, something that goes along the lines of:
“I just need you to stay… please” Jungkook pleaded, grabbing onto one of your hands while the other reached for the door. You shake yourself free from his grasp and storm out of the door, slamming it behind you. Jungkook fell to the floor, you can hear his sobs as you make your way down the drive unsure of where you are going but knowing you can’t stay there. You find yourself on Namjoon’s doorstep, unsure of how you got there, numb to you other surrounding.
“Y/N? are you okay?” Namjoon’s face crease in concern as he opens the door to your obviously dishevelled appearance. The tears fall freely from your eyes as the anger fully dissipates from your mind leaving only the pain behind. Joon pulls you into his arms and shuts the door behind you. He helps you to the sofa before running into his kitchen for water and tissues.
You’re not sure how long you lie there. Curled into the foetal position, finding minimal comfort in hugging your knees to your chest, recounting every step of the argument in your head. No matter how many times you replayed it, it made little sense. Once your calm enough to speak you recount the argument to Namjoon.
Jungkook had been in the shower when you arrived home, following a long day of press junkets he often relaxed this way. So, you set about putting away his things and trying to help him out for the night. That is until you came across a frilly pair of panties in the bottom of his bag. At first it left you confused, and then fuming. Without thinking you stormed into the bathroom where your boyfriend stood dripping wet and more than surprised.
“Babe is everything okay?” his brow furrowed in concern as he reached a hand to caress your face. You pulled back away from his grasp and had instead forced the offending article of clothing into his palm.
“Whose are these?” your voice was barely above a whisper, but the venom behind it had struck fear in Jungkook’s soul. He looked from your burning eyes to the small piece of fabric. He looked confused, his little bunny mouth frowning as he tried to work out what he was looking at. “I found them in your bag, don’t try to lie to me, who are you fucking” you’d spat, the rage coming to the surface at what you had thought was an attempt to play dumb.
“I have no idea whose they are, do you know how many people have access to my bag every day?” he tried to calm you down, he moved to place his hands on your shoulders, get you to look him in the eyes but you’d refused. Stormed from the room in search of other ‘proof’ you’d been sure was around somewhere.
“You must think I’m the most gullible idiot.” You yelled over your shoulder at him before heading into your shared bedroom. He’d followed quickly behind after pulling on sweats and a Tee.
“Y/N calm down I know nothing about the panties, I’m actually a little hurt you don’t trust me.” He tried to grab your arm, to halt your search but it was too late, you’d found exactly what you hoped you wouldn’t. Once you unlocked his phone you found the message he clearly had meant to delete.
Her: I left a little souvenir in your bag (wink) we should do this again sometime.
The revelation had made you stop in your tracks, uncertain how it’d gotten to this point, less than an hour ago you were convinced you’d been in the happiest relationship in the world. It felt like glass shattering. Tears sprung to your eyes, but you’d forced them back, not willing to let him see that he’d made you cry. Instead you lashed out. You’d pummelled his chest until you had no more fight in you, and he stood there and took it, knowing he’d been caught in his lie. When your hands hurt too much to continue, you’d sank on to the bed and rubbed at the sore bits.
“Baby…” Jungkook started.
“Don’t baby me” you mumbled, refusing to meet his eyes as he’d tried desperately to connect with you.
“Y/N” he sighed “she… I…” it was clear he hadn’t thought of an explanation, or at least a lie for the message you had just seen.
“Does she mean something to you?” you whispered.
“What?” you were unsure whether he hadn’t heard you or couldn’t believe you’d ask him that, but the lilt of confusion filled you with rage once more.
“Does she mean something to you?!” the scream tore through your throat as you flew from where you were perched.
“No, of course she doesn’t” the response had been immediate, so fast you were sure it must’ve been true, and that’d made it so much worse.
“Then why risk it? Why risk everything we have built together on someone like that. Nothing could make this better believe me, but to throw EVERYTHING away for a cheap one night.” For the first time since the fight had begun, you’d met his eyes. He looked like a kicked puppy. He’d had the audacity to look like he was being told off for something he hadn’t done. It’s that look that had finally pushed you out of the door. “I can’t look at you right now, maybe not ever”
“Come on Y/N let’s talk about this please… I can’t lose you” his voice cracked as you reached for your coat.
“You should’ve thought about that before you ruined everything.” Your hand was on the door knob as he made one final attempt to make you stay.
“I just need you to stay… please.”
By the time you had finished recounting the story, tears were flowing freely down your face. Namjoon handed you another tissue and pulled you into his arms. You knew it was wrong to be here with Jungkook’s best friend after such a big argument, especially knowing the loyalty they share as a band, but you couldn’t find yourself being able to care. That is until a knock came at the door. Namjoon met your questioning expression with is own sheepish eyes before moving to let Jungkook through the door.
“I’m sorry, he was going out of his mind, I just meant to let him know you were okay, I didn’t think he’d be stupid enough to turn up here.” Namjoon apologised before leaving the room giving you two space. Jungkook moves to sit next to you on the sofa but you back away from him, making sure you have a safe radius between you. You play with your thumbs, waiting for him to speak, wondering what he thinks could possibly make this situation any better.
“I’m sorry” it’s barely audible, but it doesn’t matter, you could’ve heard a pin drop in that room right now.
“It’s not enough” you whisper back.
“Please just come home… I just need you to come home.” He reaches out to take your hand and you let him, not sure the contact makes a difference at this point.
“I’m not sure where home is anymore.” Your answer is honest. Your home was broken at the same time as your heart. You see the pain in his eyes when you look up, but he seems to accept his fate. He lets your hand drop back into your lap and curls into himself. The two of you sit there for a while, completely unsure of where you can go from here.
Finally, after long, I am back on my stead (hopefully posting more from now on), but as Valentine’s Day is approaching, I’d like to open my ValentineEvent!Now, the event will be divided in two parts: first part will be a NSFW Match -Up that will have few rules and unfortunately not a lot of opportunities (so grab it while you can - I won’t be doing any request which arrives after the set deadline which you can find in the Rules); and the second one will be a special week-event like for White Day, following the ending of the match up consisting of randomly selected characters and prompts I’ll ask you to send in in the span of a week (more on this in the weeks to come).
#Rules for the NSFW MU ♡
•To participate in the NSFW MATCH UP you have to be 18 or over.
—your preferred fandom (if not specified, I’ll do it to my own discretion within the fandoms I write for).
Optional:
—whether you would like a nsfw visual;
— a kink / fantasy / wet dream - headcanon you have;
—anything about yourself you are comfortable sharing!
And I will match you up with a man who would satisfy your most deep yearnings, not making you get a wink of sleep making one of your hidden fantasy reality instead.
I’ll be taking requests until the 9th of February (8th February 23:59:59 CET). Requests sent in after this date will not be fulfilled.
Thank you for each one of those who will decide to participate.
I have compiled a list of smut prompts/phrases from multiple different lists. For my drabble game, send up to 3 for any member of Ateez. In addition to smut, you may specify an extra genre such as angst, fluff, comedy, or whatever. Also, you may include a trope or an AU, like college au, idol au, neighbors au, coffee shop au, etc., or any existing story universes I have written if you would like. Since these are reader insert drabbles, please include reader’s pronouns!
“I’d hold onto something if I were you.”
“I love it when you moan my name”
“Just a little harder”
“Let me give you a reason to stay in bed”
“No panties?”
“I want you now”
“Use your tongue”
“Please don’t stop.”
“I can’t sleep without you here”
“Do you like that?”
“You need a place to stay for the night?”
“Spend the night with me”
“You can get louder, can’t you?”
“Look what you do to me.”
“I want to taste you.”
“Open your mouth.”
“If you want to come, you better beg.”
“That feels so good.”
“Don’t cum yet.”
“Strip. Now.”
“Take off your clothes.”
“Bite me”
“If you insist”
“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”
“This is a one-time thing.”
“Tell me how you like it.”
“Get on your hands and knees, right now.”
“I just want to please you”
“All of my thoughts about you are improper.”
“I love it when you kiss my neck.”
“Don’t be gentle.”
“I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do right now.”
“You wanna have sex with me?”
“You’re not going out dressed like that”
“I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional.”
“Make me.”
“You’re mine.”
“I love it when you talk dirty.”
“I’ll let you do anything if you just touch me right now.”
“I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly”
“This is new.”
“Don’t give me that look.”
“Like what you see?”
“Stay quiet”
“I told you to stay still.”
“I promise I’ll be good.”
“Just shut up and fuck me.”
“You feel so good.”
“I want you inside me.”
“Maybe I need to remind you of your place.”
“I think I’ve made my intentions clear.”
“Be a good girl and spread your legs.”
“Don’t worry I’ll take good care of you.”
“I know a workout you might actually enjoy.”
“I had no idea you were into this kinda thing.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
“I want it to hurt.”
“I’ve never done this before.”
“Don’t be afraid. It’s just me.”
“I just want to feel something.”
“I swear I’m gonna fuck the next person that comes through that door.”
“Wanna join?”
“Mind if I join?”
“I’m either joining or watching, you pick.”
“Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”
“You’re more than just a one night stand”
“Don’t forget who you belong to.”
“Would you just shut up and kiss me already.”
“Try to stay quiet, understand?”
“We’re in public you know.”
“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”
“Don’t be so rough there can’t be any marks.”
“I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now.”
“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”
“No. I’m supposed to make you feel good.”
“Stop teasing me so much”
“Bed. Now.”
“I’m waiting.”
“You better watch your fucking mouth.”
“Did I say you could stop?”
“First one to make a noise loses”
“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.”
“I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.”
“These walls are pretty thick which means you and I can be as loud as we want.”
“You look so good on your knees like that.”
“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”
“If you leave the house wearing that, then the second you come home I’m bending you over the bed.”
“Mine.”
“We can’t do that here.”
“Don’t make me tell you twice.”
“Behave.”
“What did you just say?”
“Come here.”
“Watch me.”
“If you can’t sleep… how about we have sex?”
“Put that thing away.”
“If you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”
“Tell me what you want”
“Y-you’re not…. w-wearing anything under that are you?”
“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really that oblivious?”
“There is no way anyone is that innocent.”
“You taste like fucking candy.”
“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”
“You make a sound and it’s game over.”
“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already wet.”
“Were you just masturbating?”
“What are you doing in my bed?”
“Want help with that?”
“Shut up!” “Why don’t you come over here and make me!”
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”
“We’re not just friends and you know it.”
“What? Does that feel good?”
“I’m not jealous! It’s just…. you’re mine.”
“If we get caught I’m blaming you.”
“We have to be quiet.”
“Tell me that again.”
“You have no idea how much I want you.”
“If we weren’t in public right now, I’d have my head between your legs.”
“Say it.”
“If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?”
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget that guy’s name.”
“I really want to kiss you right now.”
“Wanna fuck?”
“You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.” “Who said it had to be on a bed?”
“How do I look?”
“Don’t fucking touch what is not yours.”
“We’re…. just friends.”
“Friends don’t do this kind of shit.”
“Friends don’t know the way you taste.”
“How quickly can you cum?”
“Think you could warm me up?”
“Touch me and you lose.”
“There are people here.”
“I want him to fuck you, so you know I can do it better.”
“I don’t care what you do, just fuck me.”
“Guess I’ll have to cum inside you then.”
“I don’t know what to do.” “Then let me teach you.”
“I’m not going to touch you unless you beg.”
“Wanna bet?”
“If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”
“I know for a fact you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”
“If we get caught, I’m killing you.”
“It’s not what it looks like!” “Yes, it is.”
“Show me.”
“Are you… trying to flirt with me?”
“I forgot my towel.”
“You’re naked, aren’t you?”
“Take it off slowly.”
“Can you help me with this zipper?”
“Come to my room, there’s this thing I wanna try.”
“I hope you know what that implies.”
“No one can ever find out about this.”
“Are these handcuffs?”
“Miss me?”
“What are you staring at?”
“I don’t feel like sleeping.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“Why so shy?”
“Will you let us fuck you?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll make you feel really good.”
“You’re the one who aroused me, so let’s have some fun.”
“Why don’t we move this to the bed?”
“Would you like to go somewhere a little private?”
“I know the fastest way to release anxiety.”
“These are so wet. Aren’t you going to remove them?”
“Is this too much?”
“I need you. Now.”
“This feels dirty…” “Because it is.”
“Fuck.” “Already did.”
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
“Don’t pretend to be so innocent.”
“Move your hands.”
“I want you to touch yourself.”
“I dare you to fuck ____.”
“I’d be more than happy to show you a good time if you’re looking for one.”
“Hey, you awake?”
“I want you… here… right now.”
“Bend over and spread your legs.”
“I can’t hold back anymore.”
“Do it like you always do.”
“Oh don’t mind me. Just enjoying the view.”
“Your lips make me wonder what you taste like.”
“I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked.”
“I’ve been thinking about this all night.”
“Don’t cover your face, I want to see you.”
“You’re so beautiful all spread out like this, just for me.”
“Lay back.”
“I can’t believe how wet you are already.”
“Oh fuck me.” “That’s the plan.”
“The night’s still young.”
“Did I stutter?”
“It’s your fault I’m like this.”
“I’m going to remember this moment when I’m jerking off later.”
“I just took a shower, but I don’t mind taking a second one with you.”
“The only thing more beautiful than seeing you orgasm is seeing you smile.”
“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that? Your body is for my eyes only.”
“I love being with you like this.”
“I know you think about me at night.”
“Choose me.”
“Stop biting that fucking lip.”
“You’re blushing.”
“Can you not keep that damn tongue in your mouth?”
“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?”
“Is that my shirt?”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“Just once.”
“Can I hold your hand?”
“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
“No one needs to know.”
“You were always the quiet one.”
“I had a dream like this once…”
Prompt Smut is back!
How will it work this time?
»I’ll be taking a maximum of FIVE prompts for each fandom, and I won’t be doing repeat characters (sorry!).
Apart from this limitations, you can just pick a character andsend it in an ask, with the number of the prompt you want, (please specify if you want specific pronouns), choosing from the ones here above! Please stay tuned for the requests. And now, enjoy!
We got our charms in! A thorough quality check has occurred and these are ready to be sent out, however we are still waiting on our stretch goal bookmarks to come in before we can ship all physical orders
If you would like your order sent now (as we have all Merch aside from the aforementioned stretch goal bookmark) and you don’t really want the bookmark feel free to message us on Etsy and we’ll send out your order accordingly.
As always thank you for supporting the project we can’t wait for you to get these!
Zines have arrived! We’re now performing a quality check and after we verify all zines meet our specifications we will begin shipping out zine only bundles!
We’re still waiting on Merch but we’re hoping to have those in soon!
We’re happy to announce all Digital Zines Have been shipped!
To download you can either go to the email Etsy sent with your order update (first picture) and scroll down to the message from our shop (second picture)
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Mod you have any questions please feel free to reach out, hope you all enjoy the zine! And of course you ordered physical items, we’re hoping to have the items here within the next few weeks and will update accordingly!
