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hiii!!! i have a rlly silly request for homicipher

something silly with a reader and mr chopped that are like juliet and nick from lolipop chainsaw??? with the reader carrying mr chopped on their hip ans having that kind of like unserious banter dynamic qqqqqq!!!!

sorry if it doesnt make sense or anything wahhhh!!!! i havent sent a request on tumblr in so long. lots of love!!!!

Got it !! Though I might not totally capture the dynamic

Just some cute stuff for Mr. Chopped, and him being so chatty

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“You hold me bad,” Mr. Chopped grumbled from his spot on your hip.

You adjusted him slightly, careful not to pull his hair. “You light like sack of feathers, so stop talk.”

“Is Mr. Chopped,” he corrected, tone full of fake pride. “And I brains. Without me, you lost. Maybe eaten!”

“Wrong,” you said, stepping over goo that looked… alive. “Without me, you roll like ball. Maybe flat by now. Be nice.”

“Hmph.” He let out a big, exaggerated sigh. “I no need nice! We partners. You carry, I think. Equals!”

“You sure?” you teased, shifting him to your other side. “I do all work here—literal work, Choppy.”

He made a huffing sound. “Mr. Chopped. And I talk! I best talker. You love my words.”

“Oh yeah?” You smirked. “Because ‘my hair messy, wah wah’ is best talk ever.”

“My hair is pride!” he snapped, voice louder than it needed to be. “You lucky gravity hold yours! Mine fly everywhere.”

“Pride, huh?” You adjusted him again, this time jostling him a little too much. “Oops. Sorry, Mr. Pride Head.”

“Careful! Or I bite!”

“You bite, I drop,” you shot back with a grin.

He grumbled. “You no dare.”

“Try me.”

Then came a low growl from the shadows ahead. You froze, grip tightening on Mr. Chopped. His teasing stopped instantly.

“Left,” he said quietly, but firm.

You turned left, spotting sharp claws glinting in the dark. Without a second thought, you bolted, Mr. Chopped bouncing a little as you ran.

“Hey! My hair!” he complained, though he didn’t sound mad.

“You think about hair now?” you huffed, dodging a claw swipe.

“Always look best,” he said, a smirk audible in his voice.

You couldn’t help it—you laughed. Here you were, running for your life with a talking head on your hip, bantering like it was normal.

Sliding into an old-looking room, you finally stopped, gasping for air.

“See?” Mr. Chopped said, smug as ever. “Team! You run, I guide. Perfect!”

“You insufferable,” you muttered, still smiling.

“And you love me,” he replied with his cheeky grin.

You rolled your eyes, adjusting him one last time. “Come on, Choppy. Let’s go before your head get too big to carry.”

“Too late!” he teased.

Yeah, you couldn’t argue with that one.

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can you write jock!sukuna who keeps getting into fights and then finds someone he wants to fight for?

u ask, i give

For the first time, You.

Jock!Sukuna x reader

cw: fistfights, mentions of blood, usual cliche yet nakakakilig stuff

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Sukuna Ryomen wasn’t a stranger to blood. It followed him everywhere—splattered on his fists after a brawl, streaked across the corners of his sharp grin. The school’s star athlete, a beast on the field, and an even bigger one off it. Fights weren’t just a pastime; they were a lifestyle. He’d take anyone on—jocks, punks, teachers if they pushed too hard. And he won every time.

Until he met you.

You weren’t someone who paid Sukuna much attention, though the rest of the school hung on his every word. You kept your head down, your focus on the small world you’d built for yourself—quiet days at the library, volunteering at the shelter after school, always carrying yourself with an air of unshakable calm.

That pissed Sukuna off.

He noticed you after a particularly rough fight, leaning against the gym wall with split knuckles and bloodied lips, his coach screaming in the background about suspensions. And there you were—walking past him like he wasn’t even there, like the chaos didn’t faze you. It wasn’t disdain in your eyes. No, that would’ve been fine. It was indifference.

“You got a problem, angel?” he sneered the next time you crossed paths.

You didn’t even flinch. “No, but it looks like you do.”

That was the start.

Sukuna began seeking you out—not for fights, no—but for the quiet weight of your presence, for the sharpness of your tongue that never bowed to him. You saw him for who he was, but not for the reasons everyone else did. And when you finally saw the bruises he didn’t show anyone, the way his fists trembled—not from fear, but from exhaustion—you didn’t mock him.

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself,” you said one day, tending to the gash on his cheek with a steady hand. “What are you even fighting for?”

He’d shrugged then, looking everywhere but at you. “Because I can.”

You sighed. “You’re an idiot.”

But then one night, when you were cornered in an empty parking lot, Sukuna proved otherwise.

He showed up out of nowhere, slamming into your would-be attacker like a freight train. It was a blur of fists, curses, and the sickening crack of bone. And when the dust settled, Sukuna was the one standing between you and danger, blood dripping from his knuckles, chest heaving.

“Are you okay?” he rasped, brushing a trembling hand over your cheek.

You stared at him, stunned and worried. “Why… why did you do that?”

His grin was feral, but there was a softness in his crimson gaze you’d never seen before. “Guess I finally found something worth fighting for.”

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Explosive Night, Explosive Love.

Nanami x reader

cw: total nsfw

Advanced happy New Year, darlings! I hope y'all have a happy eve and new year !!

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The city buzzed with excitement outside -fireworks bursting in vibrant colors, distant cheers echoing through the air. But the atmosphere in your bedroom was far more electric.

Nanami stood at the edge of the bed, his shirt hanging open, tie discarded on the floor, and his belt unfastened, hanging loosely around his pants. His sharp gaze roamed over your body sprawled out on the mattress, wearing nothing but the lingerie you'd teased him with all night.

"You've been pushing my buttons," he muttered, his voice low, controlled, but laced with a dangerous edge. "Did you think I wouldn't notice the way you touched my thigh under the table? The way you 'accidentally' brushed against me?"

Your lips curled into a playful smirk. "Maybe I wanted to see if you'd do something about it."

Nanami's jaw ticked, and in a flash, he was on you, his large hands gripping your thighs and yanking you to the edge of the bed. You yelped, but the sound turned into a gasp when his mouth was on your neck, sucking and biting down just enough to make your head spin.

"You wanted me to do something?" he rasped against your skin. His fingers hooked under your panties, dragging them down your legs with agonizing slowness. "You'll regret asking for this."

"I hope you know," he murmured, his voice husky as his fingers trailed over the thin fabric of your panties, "the fireworks won't be the only ones exploding tonight."

He dropped to his knees, his warm breath brushing against your inner thighs. You barely had time to process the look in his eyes-predatory, focused-before his tongue pressed flat against your clit, dragging upward in one slow, deliberate stroke.

"Oh, fuck," you moaned, your hands flying to his hair, tugging as his tongue worked magic on your clit. He hummed against you, sending vibrations straight to your core, his lips wrapping around the sensitive bud and sucking with enough. pressure to make your toes curl.

"You're so wet already," he groaned, his voice muffled as his tongue delved deeper, lapping up every bit of your arousal. "You've been waiting for this all night, haven't you? So desperate to have my mouth on your pretty little pussy."

"Yes, darling, yes-"

Your pleas were cut off when he slipped two fingers into your soaked entrance, curling them just right to hit that perfect spot inside you. The combination of his mouth and fingers was overwhelming, the heat coiling tighter and tighter in your stomach.

But just as you were about to come undone, he pulled away, leaving you a trembling, whining mess.

"Nanami—what the fuck?" you gasped, your voice breathless and needy.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his smirk downright sinful as he stood and shed the rest of his clothes. "You don't get to come yet," he said, stroking his thick, hard cock as he climbed onto the bed. "Not until I've had my fun."

Your legs instinctively parted for him, and he chuckled darkly, lining himself up with your entrance. The stretch was immediate, his girth forcing your walls to accommodate every inch as he slid in slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside you.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his head falling back, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "Like you were made for me."

You whimpered, the fullness almost too much, but the pleasure quickly outweighed the discomfort as he began to move, his hips snapping against yours in a steady, punishing rhythm.

"You wanted me to fuck you louder than the fireworks?" he taunted, his hand wrapping around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your vision blur. "Then scream for me, sweetheart. Let them all know who's making you feel this good."

Each thrust was deep and deliberate, the fat head of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you over and over until your moans. turned into cries of his name. The sound of skin slapping against skin, his grunts, and your breathless screams filled the room, drowning out the distant explosions outside.

When his thumb found your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles, you shattered around him, your walls clenching so tightly that it pulled a loud, guttural groan from his lips.

"That's it," he growled, his pace quickening, chasing his own release. "Come on my cock like the good girl you are."

Your nails raked down his back as you came again, your body trembling beneath him. The sight of you undone, your head thrown back, and his name spilling from your lips was enough to send him over the edge. With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his release spilling hot and thick as he groaned your name.

Collapsing beside you, his chest heaving, Nanami pulled you close, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "Happy New Year, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice rough but tender.

You smiled, snuggling into his warmth. "Happy New Year, Kento."

And as the fireworks lit up the night sky, you couldn't help but think that nothing could compare to the explosion of pleasure you'd just shared.

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this is a drawing about how i love my cat

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5 min doodle

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A Model Employee.

Nanami x fem!reader

cw: explicit smut, oral(male receiving), power dynamics, dirty talk(kinda)

I tried doing those cute photo header stuff !! It's fun(and tiring) to make

MDNI !!

Nanami Kento was the epitome of professionalism— a man who carried himself with unshakable composure, the kind of boss everyone respected. But right now? If his employees knew what was happening under his pristine mahogany desk, that image would shatter like glass.

Sitting in his sleek office chair, Nanami's voice was as steady as ever, his tone calm and authoritative as he spoke to the employee standing in front of him. "I'll need the quarterly report on my desk by the end of the day. Ensure that all the projections are accurate this time."

The employee nodded, jotting down notes, completely oblivious to the sinful scene happening just out of view.

Underneath the desk, you were on your knees, your hands gripping Nanami's muscular thighs as your tongue worked wonders on his length. His cock was throbbing, thick and heavy in your mouth, stretching your lips as you hollowed your cheeks to take him deeper.

Nanami's brow twitched ever so slightly, the only outward sign of the absolute restraint he was forcing upon himself. His hand, resting on the desk, balled into a fist as you swirled your tongue around his tip, teasing the sensitive slit mercilessly.

"Understood, Mr. Nanami," the employee said, glancing up briefly.

Nanami gave a curt nod, his jaw tightening. "Yes, that'll be all. Close the door on your way out."

The employee turned to leave, and as soon as the door clicked shut, Nanami's carefully maintained composure cracked like a dam breaking. His head fell back against the chair, a low, guttural groan escaping his lips as he looked down at you, his glasses slightly fogged.

"You couldn't wait, could you?" he muttered, his voice strained but laced with a dark amusement.

You pulled back slightly, your lips glistening as you gazed up at him with a coy smile. "I just wanted to show my appreciation for how hard you work, sir."

"Hard, indeed," he scoffed, his breath hitching when you wrapped your hand around his shaft, stroking him slowly as you kissed along the underside. "You're lucky I'm patient, sweetheart."

Your response was a soft hum as you took him back into your mouth, this time setting a relentless pace that had his thighs tensing under your touch. Nanami's hand shot down to tangle in your hair, guiding you with firm but gentle movements.

"You're such a tease," he hissed, his voice low and gravelly. "If someone walked in, do you know how much trouble you'd be in?"

But there was no real bite to his words— only the desperate edge of a man struggling to hold back. You could feel it in the way his cock pulsed against your tongue, the way his grip in your hair tightened.

"Fuck, you're good at this," he groaned, his restraint slipping as his hips began to move, subtly thrusting into your mouth. "So good, so fucking perfect..."

You moaned around him, the vibrations sending a shudder through his entire body. His hand tightened in your hair, his breaths coming faster now as he neared his breaking point.

"I'm close," he warned, his voice thick with need. "Don't stop."

And you didn't. You took him deeper, your movements growing more eager as his thighs trembled beneath your touch.

With a low, guttural groan, Nanami came, his release spilling down your throat as his body tensed. You swallowed every drop, your eyes locked on his as he gazed down at you, his glasses slightly askew and his hair mussed.

When you finally pulled back, wiping your lips with a satisfied smile, Nanami let out a breathless chuckle.

"You're unbelievable," he muttered, reaching down to help you to your feet.

Leaning down, he captured your lips in a heated kiss, his hand cupping your cheek tenderly. "But I suppose I can't complain. You do keep my stress levels in check."

You grinned against his lips. "Anything for my boss."

Nanami smirked, his hand sliding down to rest on your hip. "You're not getting off that easily. Lock the door, sweetheart. We're not done yet."

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Watch me write about this cute shit right here

do you guys know that trend where men are lifting their curvy girlfriends on their shoulders with one hand? Yk who would do that? Toji. Toji would not even shake in his step, doesn’t matter if how much you weigh, he would swoop you up in a single breath and then grin slyly because he knows you’re blushing. He would snort at men who make fun of curvy/soft bodied women because he knows a real man would never once give a fuck about how a woman’s body looks. He would lift you up and carry you around in public places just to put other guys in their place.

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111 followers Special !!

Giving You All My Love,

In More Rooms Than One.

Toji x reader

cw: explicit smut, oral(fem receiving), rough play, size kink, slight D/S themes, explicit language.

I've already reached (past) 111 followers ! So here's some filth for you, my bbgorls(⁠ ⁠���⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

MDNI !!!

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Toji knew you'd been waiting for him. The second he stepped through the door, his sharp green eyes locked onto you, lounging in nothing but his shirt—the one that hung just a little too high on your thighs.

"That for me?" he asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

You didn't answer, only biting your lip as you looked up at him, and that was all the confirmation Toji needed.

"Fuckin' tease," he growled.

Before you could blink, he had you pressed against the couch, his large hands roaming every inch of your body.

"Don't even think about running, baby," he muttered, tugging the shirt over your head, leaving you bare beneath him.

His lips found yours, rough and demanding, his tongue sliding past your lips to claim your mouth. One of his hands slid between your thighs, two fingers dipping into your already slick folds.

"Already wet for me," he murmured, smirking against your lips. "You're so fuckin' easy, huh?"

You gasped as he pressed those fingers inside you, curling them just right, making you squirm beneath him. But it wasn't long before he replaced them with his cock, the thick head stretching you painfully wide.

"Toji," you whimpered, gripping his shoulders as he pushed deeper.

"Too much for you?" he taunted, though his voice was strained, the sight of your tight pussy struggling to take him almost undoing him. "You can handle it, baby. You're my good girl, right?"

He didn't wait for a reply, setting a brutal pace that left you clawing at the cushions, your cries echoing through the living room.

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By the time Toji carried you to the kitchen, your legs were trembling, but he wasn't done with you yet.

"C'mere," he said, setting you on the counter.

The cold marble was a sharp contrast to the heat of his mouth as he dipped between your thighs, his tongue swirling around your swollen clit. Your hands flew to his hair, tugging as he sucked and licked, pulling desperate moans from your lips.

"Taste so fuckin' sweet," he muttered, his voice muffled. "Could stay down here all night."

But he didn't.

Before you could catch your breath, he was standing, dragging your hips to the edge of the counter and sliding back inside you.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hands gripping your waist as he started to move. "You're so fuckin' tight, baby. Look at you, takin' me so well."

Your back arched as he pounded into you, his grunts mixing with your cries. One of his hands slid up to your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp.

"You like that?" he asked, smirking when you nodded weakly. "Knew you were a dirty little thing."

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When he finally carried you to the bedroom, your body was boneless, but Toji wasn't letting up.

"Not tappin' out on me yet, are you?" he teased, tossing you onto the bed.

He climbed on top of you, his broad chest heaving as he pressed his lips to yours, softer this time, though the hunger in his eyes hadn't faded.

"Gotta give my girl all the love she deserves," he murmured.

He flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so you were on all fours. The bed creaked beneath you as he thrust back inside, his pace slower now, but no less intense.

"Fuck," he growled, watching the way your py stretched around him. "You were made for this dick, weren't you?"

Your moans were muffled by the pillows, but Toji wasn't having that.

"Wanna hear you, baby," he said, tangling his hand in your hair and pulling your head back. "Tell me how good it feels."

"S-So good," you whimpered, tears streaming down your cheeks. "Toji—fuck, it's so good!"

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The last stop was the bathroom, where he pinned you against the cold tiles of the shower wall. Water cascaded over both of you as he pressed his lips to your neck, biting and sucking until you were trembling in his arms.

"So good f'me," he growled, his hips snapping against yours. "Every inch of this body belongs to me..."

His movements were slower now, more deliberate, his cock pressing deep inside you with each thrust, his flushed tip kissing you sweet spots. You could feel every vein, every inch, and it was enough to make you fall apart all over again.

"Come on, baby," he coaxed, his voice softer now, almost tender. "Give it to me. Let me feel you..."

When you finally came undone, your body trembling in his arms, he followed close behind, groaning your name as he filled you up.

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Toji smirked as he carried you back to bed, your body limp in his arms.

"Good girl," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Told you I'd take care of you."

And he had every room in the house was proof of that.

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Just realized that the reason I love making friends on tumblr is because it’s exactly how you make friends on the playground as a six year old. No, I don’t know their name but they love mermaids too and built this awesome sand castle. No, I don’t know their age but their imaginary cheetah is friends with mine. You like this show? You like this character?? You can sing the theme song really loud??? Here is a flower crown. Here is a juice box. You can share my time and I might never see you again but part of you stays in my soul forever. In my mind we’re still on the swing set and the sky is blue and nothing will ever be wrong again.

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His pupils works like a cat, thats my headcanon

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I remembered I made this last April,

And I thought it almost resembled Mr. Machete if not for the covered mouth😩😩😩 I found out about Homicipher just last November !

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Have a good day sir

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Homicipher MASTERLIST

Homicipher men - A Present for Me?

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Homicipher lads reaction to getting Christmas presents! I think it would be cute tbh!! It could be anyone honestly idc I just want some fluff

Hello anon ! Here's your request !! I had fun writing this(⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) but do excuse me as I might not capture their character correctly. It's been so long since last played it;((

A Present for Me?

Homicipher characters x reader

content: pure fluff

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Mr. Hood

Mr. Hood sat stiffly on your couch, his massive frame making the furniture creak ominously. You handed him a neatly wrapped gift, his shadowy form tilting slightly in confusion.

“...What this?” he asked, tilting his head.

“It’s a Christmas present,” you explained. “You open it like this.”

He watched intently as you demonstrated on another gift, mimicking your motions with his clawed hands. When the paper fell away, revealing a hand-knitted scarf, he froze.

“...Warm?” He held it up, the dark tendrils of his body brushing against the fabric.

“Yes, you wear it like this.” You wrapped the scarf around his neck, the contrast between the soft material and his eerie figure almost comical.

“...Thank,” he said simply, his deep voice carrying a hint of something softer. He didn’t say more, but he wore the scarf for the rest of the evening.

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Mr. Crawling

You knelt down to meet Mr. Crawling at his level, holding the gift out for him. He tilted his head, his expression managing to convey curiosity.

“Me... smell?” he asked, leaning closer to the package.

“No, silly, you open it.” You gently guided his hands to the wrapping paper.

He tore into it with a mix of clumsiness and enthusiasm, his long fingers working quickly. When the gift was revealed—a pair of gloves—you saw his body stiffen slightly.

“...What this?” he asked, carefully running his fingers over the fabric.

“They’re gloves. For your hands. I thought they’d keep you warm.”

“Warm?” His voice was soft, almost disbelieving, as he slipped them on. He flexed his fingers, his movements awkward but endearing.

“Good?” you asked, trying to gauge his reaction.

“Good. Warm. You... care for me?” His voice cracked, filled with a mix of awe and gratitude.

“Yes, of course,” you said with a smile.

Without warning, he leaned forward, gently nuzzling his head against your shoulder like an oversized, awkward puppy. “Me love you. You good. Me lucky.”

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Mr. Silvair

Mr. Silvair sat cross-legged, watching you intently as you presented him with a gift. You could feel him scan the wrapping paper with suspicion.

“This... tradition?” he asked.

“Yes. Open it.”

He carefully unwrapped the paper, his movements precise. Inside was a journal and a fountain pen. A small, almost unnoticeable smile on his lips, his fingers brushing the cover.

“Write... me write. For... learn?”

“Yes. I thought you’d like to practice human writing,” you said with a smile.

He nodded, his stern demeanor softening. “Good gift. You... know me.” He hesitated before adding, “Thank you. I... like.”

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Mr. Machete

Mr. Machete crossed his arms, watching as you handed him a gift.

“Why? What this?” he asked gruffly.

“It’s a Christmas present. Just open it.”

He frowned but complied, his strong hands making quick work of the wrapping paper. Inside was a simple, durable knife you thought suited his style, though it's nothing compared to his machete.

“Knife. Good,” he said, inspecting the blade.

“Thought you’d like it,” you said with a shrug.

He gave a low chuckle, his sharp teeth flashing in the dim light. “You know me good. You... strong gift-giver.”

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Mr. Gap

You left Mr. Gap’s gift near the crack in the wall he usually appeared from, unsure if he’d even show up. Moments later, his face peeked out, his eyes narrowing at the package.

“For me?” he asked, his voice echoing slightly.

“Yes, for you,” you said, smiling.

He reached out, pulling the gift into the gap with him. You heard the rustling of paper before his voice rang out again. “Book, me here! I like!” It was just a book with ghost sighting, of him. But he really loves it.

“I see me in book. Good... Me like.” He grinned, disappearing back into the gap, only to reappear moments later with a small trinket for you. “Me give back.”

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Mr. Chopped

You placed the gift box in front of Mr. Chopped, his eyebrows raised curiously.

“What this?” he asked, his cheerful tone brightening the room.

“I'll open it for you and see!”

He watched with utmost focus, the paper falling away to reveal a small comb and a reindeer hairband. His eyes lit up.

“For hair?”

“Yes, I thought you might like it.”

“Me love! You think of me,” he said, beaming. “Me look cute always now!” He laughed, wanting to try them on already.

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Mr. Scarletella

You weren’t sure if giving Mr. Scarletella a gift was a good idea, but you did it anyway. He appeared in the doorway, his piercing gaze locking onto the box in your hands.

“For... me?” he asked, his voice low and hesitant.

“Yes. Take it.”

He stepped forward, his movements deliberate as he unwrapped the gift. Inside was a silk ribbon in a deep crimson shade with his name printed on it, nothing much. He stared at it for a moment before tying it around his wrist.

“You... thoughtful,” he murmured, his voice softer than usual. “I... keep always.”

Then he added, "Me want know your nam—" but didn't get to finish when you immediately closed the door. (Poor guy)

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Hello there, merry belated Christmas (if you celebrate)! I hope all is well ❤️ I have a request how about something angsty, but with a happy ending. This will be for JJK. Fem reader suspects her lover is cheating on them with their ex. this is due to the ex creating fake texts or doing something scandalous to set the men up to trick the reader. And the “evidence “ they provide is very convincing, unfortunately. The men have to find a way to win them back and prove their innocence. You can choose to do either a mini story or general head cannons, whichever is easier for you ☺️ as for which JJK male, you choose. But I do love Gojo, so please include him. Thanks so much! Take care ❤️❤️❤️

Hello Anon~ merry belated Christmas too ! Here's your request !!

JJK Men proving their faithfulness to you.

content: JJK Men x reader, hurt with comfort

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Satoru Gojo

☆When you confront him, Gojo initially laughs it off, thinking you're joking. But when he sees the hurt in your eyes, his expression turns serious.

☆“You think I would cheat on you? Baby, look at me. I could have anyone I want, and I chose you. What does that tell you?” It sounds cocky, but it’s his way of trying to reassure you.

☆The “evidence” hits him like a truck, especially when you mention it involves his ex. His playful demeanor drops completely.

☆He investigates obsessively, pulling every string he has. When he finds out his ex fabricated the texts, he makes sure they’ll regret ever messing with your relationship.

☆To prove his loyalty, he takes you somewhere significant—a quiet shrine at sunset where he confesses all his vulnerabilities. “I know I joke around a lot, but I don’t with you. You’re my everything, okay? Please don’t doubt that.”

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Suguru Geto

☆When you confront Suguru, he’s calm but visibly pained by your accusation. “Do you really think I’d betray you like that?” he asks, his voice quiet but firm.

☆The fake messages shake him because they do look convincing. Still, he keeps his composure and promises, “I’ll clear this up, just trust me for now.”

☆Suguru digs into the situation like a detective, finding subtle inconsistencies in the texts and proving his ex’s deceit.

☆To win you back, he pens a heartfelt letter, explaining how much you mean to him and how he would never jeopardize what you have. He delivers it in person, sitting with you until you’re ready to forgive him.

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Nanami Kento

☆Nanami takes your accusation with devastating seriousness. His brow furrows, and he listens carefully to everything you say. “If this is how you feel, I won’t dismiss it. But I need you to believe me when I say it’s not true.”

☆The texts from his ex make his jaw tighten. “That woman is trying to cause trouble. I’ll handle this.”

☆He wastes no time confronting his ex, collecting receipts, and presenting them to you methodically, like a courtroom defense.

☆Nanami shows his love through action. After clearing things up, he surprises you with a quiet dinner at your favorite restaurant. Over candlelight, he takes your hand and says, “I’ll never let anyone come between us again. You’re all I need.”

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Toji Fushiguro

☆Toji laughs bitterly when you accuse him, but it’s not out of amusement—it’s disbelief. “You really think I’d go back to her?”

☆The fake evidence pisses him off. “That snake’s been causing problems for years. I should’ve known she’d try something like this.”

☆He tracks down his ex in record time, not mincing words or threats. Once he has proof of her lies, he drags himself back to you, guilt written all over his face.

☆“Look, I’m not good at this stuff, but you gotta know I wouldn’t mess this up. You’re too important to me.” He leaves the decision in your hands, but his sincerity is undeniable.

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Ryomen Sukuna

☆Sukuna’s pride takes a hit when you accuse him. “You think I’d stoop so low as to sneak around? If I didn’t want you, I’d tell you to your face.”

☆He scoffs at the “evidence” at first, but when he realizes how much it’s shaken you, his expression hardens. “Whoever’s behind this is dead. Simple as that.”

☆He confronts his ex with terrifying intensity, uncovering the truth and making sure they won’t try anything like this again.

☆To prove his loyalty, Sukuna softens—just a little. He sits with you, looking you in the eye, and says, “You’re mine, and I’m yours. Don’t let anyone make you think otherwise.”

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Choso Kamo

☆Choso’s reaction is pure heartbreak. “You… you think I’d do that to you?” His eyes well up, and his voice trembles as he tries to process your accusation.

☆The fabricated texts devastate him, but he refuses to let them ruin your relationship. “I’ll fix this. Please don’t give up on me.”

☆He works tirelessly to prove his innocence, eventually gathering enough evidence to expose his ex’s scheme.

☆Choso is a quiet but passionate lover. After everything is resolved, he holds you close, whispering, “I don’t want to lose you. You’re the only one I’ve ever cared for like this.”

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Shiu Kong

☆Shiu’s sharp eyes narrow when you bring up the accusation. “You think I’d waste my time on an ex when I have you?” His tone is clipped, but you can tell the idea hurts him.

☆He examines the “evidence” like it’s a case file, immediately noticing details that don’t add up. “This is amateur work,” he mutters before setting out to expose the truth.

☆Once he clears his name, Shiu sits you down and pours you a glass of wine. “I’m not a saint, but I’d never cheat on you. You’re the only one who’s ever made me want to stay.”

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Hiromi Higuruma

☆Hiromi listens patiently as you explain the situation, his expression unreadable. “I understand why you’re upset,” he says carefully. “But I promise you, I’m not lying.”

☆He meticulously analyzes the fake texts, his legal mind working overtime to find inconsistencies.

☆Hiromi confronts his ex with calm but firm resolve, collecting a confession and bringing it to you. “I’d never do something so cruel. I hope this proves that.”

☆To make amends, Hiromi takes you on a quiet date, away from the chaos, and reassures you with every word and gesture that his heart is yours alone.

[onehundredelevven]

Hi! Can I pretty please with cherries and sprinkles on top request an angsty/bittersweet TojixReader fic?

I don't have anything super specific in mind for the plot but some tropes that might be good could be "I can't be with you", where one realizes that they can't give the other what they want, or "missed opportunity" where they have a chance to get together but they don't for whatever terrible reason.

Even if you don't, I just wanna say I love your work and thanks for taking the time to read this ❤️ Hope you have a great day!

Hello Anon! Thank you for the kind words(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ and here's your req !

Fractured Futures.

Toji x reader

cw: nothing, just angst♡

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The rain was relentless, soaking through your coat as you stood in the alleyway, waiting. You’d promised yourself you wouldn’t do this again—meet him in the shadows, hang on to the thin thread of something that barely resembled love. But when Toji called, his voice low and unreadable, you came anyway.

He was leaning against the brick wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips, the ember glowing faintly in the dim light.

“You’re late,” he said, not unkindly, as you approached.

“Maybe I didn’t want to come,” you shot back, your voice sharper than you intended.

Toji chuckled, the sound bitter and hollow. “But you did.”

You hated that he was right. Hated the way he could always see through you, even when you couldn’t see through him.

“Why did you call me, Toji?” you asked, crossing your arms to ward off the chill.

He took a slow drag of his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke into the damp air. “Wanted to see you,” he said simply.

“That’s not an answer.”

He didn’t say anything for a long moment, his gaze fixed on the ground. When he finally looked up, there was something raw in his eyes—something you weren’t sure you wanted to face.

“You deserve better than this,” he said quietly.

Your breath hitched, the weight of his words sinking into your chest. “Don’t do this,” you whispered.

“It’s the truth,” he continued, his voice steady but laced with regret. “I can’t give you what you want. Hell, I can’t even give you what you need.”

“I never asked you to—”

“To stay?” he cut you off, his tone sharp. “To be something I’m not? You didn’t have to ask, sweetheart. I know you.”

You clenched your fists, the ache in your chest threatening to break you. “So that’s it? You’ve decided for both of us?”

Toji stepped closer, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body, close enough that you could see the faint scars lining his jaw. He reached out, brushing a strand of wet hair from your face, his touch achingly gentle.

“I’m not a good man,” he said, his voice softer now. “You think I don’t want this? Don’t want you? But if I stay…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “If I stay, you’ll get hurt. And I can’t live with that.”

Tears blurred your vision, but you refused to let them fall. “You’re hurting me now.”

He flinched, the words striking deeper than you’d expected. For a moment, you thought he might stay, might take back everything he’d said.

But then he stepped back, his hand falling away from your face.

“Maybe one day,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But not now.”

You wanted to scream, to tell him that one day wasn’t enough, that you didn’t care about the risks. But all you could do was watch as he turned and walked away, the rain washing away the faint scent of cigarette smoke he left behind.

You stood there for what felt like hours, the weight of his absence pressing down on you. Hard.

Maybe one day.