#Doja Cat!Reader

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Doja Cat

(if you know doja cat, then you’ll know why this is the way it is..🙃)

Stranger things (Byler)

Finn Wolfhard as NBC Page

[whirlybirbs]

I beg beg beg beg beg BEG you for something with Hawks, I know that man would whimper so pretty 😈❤️

You're writing is absolutely fucking incredible and has single handedly sucked me down the rabbit hole of mha again

KEIGO TAKAMI swallows roughly.

He's voice shakes.

"Come on, chickadee, please," he whimpers, his lips parted as his bare chest rises and falls quickly, "This isn't f-fair, I need to touch myself—"

His wings twitch.

It's getting harder to deny the begging — but, he's been good. The video call is verging on an hour now. An hour of smitten, filthy dirty talk punctuated by your own shameless orgasms. Each time, you make sure to whine and whimper his name; your arousal is shaped entirely by his reaction. It's all about the flutter of frustrated wings, the tensing of his jaw, the way he stares at his phone's screen like a man dying of thirst.

So, you relent.

"You're such a sweet birdy, Keigo," you coo, your own mused appearance blinking back at you in the top corner of the screen, "Show me how you touch yourself."

You relent only because he asked so nicely.

Only because he's so pretty, his legs spread wide and his cock slick with pre-cum. Keigo's black and gold thermal tech is rolled up past his chiseled abdomen, hiked over the swell of his pecs. His flight suit's pants are tugging low on his thighs — not entirely off, but low enough that you can see the chord of muscle tense there when he whimpers your name.

Then, you can see his eyes roll back behind his tinted yellow visor.

"F-Fuuuuuck," he reverberates lowly; you can see his wings beginning to twitch, a tell-tale giveaway that he's close. His head drops back, his throat bobbing, before his breathes become a little bit more erratic and his pace a bit sloppier.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I love you — I miss you so fucking much, chickadee, I miss you, please, oh — shit, I'm gonna—"

It's cute the way he whines your name when he cums. It's cute the way his wings ruffle and shake as his orgasm knocks his breath away, and how a beat or two after he sags with relief.

There's a mess painted across his abs and his cheeks are pint.

You couldn't be happier. Keigo sits up slowly, his heart still hammering and breath still stolen.

"God, I fucking love you."

— [ send an ask: birbs' smut blurbs ; minors dni ]

[marvelousels]

WALLS BETWEEN US.

authors note — ahhhhhh i was listening to been like this and was like...why dont i just make a one shot that lowk explains the message behind been like this.

pairings: caitlyn x fem!reader 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

been like this — doja cat playing!

The first thing you noticed when Caitlyn walked in was the way her shoulders slumped. Her usual confident stride was replaced by something slower, more deliberate. She set her coat on the back of a chair, her fingers lingering on the fabric as if grounding herself. Her eyes met yours for a fleeting moment before darting away, and you felt the familiar pang of unease settle in your chest.

“Hey,” you said softly, setting down the book you’d been pretending to read. She didn’t answer right away, instead busying herself with removing her gloves. The silence stretched between you like an unspoken truth, heavy and uncomfortable.

You stood and approached her, stopping just short of touching her. “Caitlyn, is everything okay?”

“Of course,” she replied, her voice tight, clipped. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

It was the same question she always asked, a deflection so practiced you could almost predict it. But tonight, the crack in her composure was more evident, the weight she carried more pronounced. You reached out, your fingers brushing her arm, and she froze.

“Talk to me,” you pleaded. “I know something’s been bothering you. You’ve been distant, Cait. I… I just want to help.”

Her jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought she might finally let you in. But then she pulled away, creating a physical distance that mirrored the emotional chasm between you.

“I don’t need help,” she said, her tone sharper than you’d expected. “I—I just need time.”

Time. It was always time. Time to process. Time to think. Time to figure things out. You’d given her all the time in the world, but the walls she’d built around herself remained firmly in place. And now, they were starting to feel insurmountable.

You crossed your arms, trying to steady the frustration bubbling under the surface. “Time for what? To keep shutting me out? To act like everything’s fine when it’s not?”

Her head snapped up, her eyes blazing. “I’m not shutting you out. I just… I can’t do this right now.”

“Do what?” you pressed. “Be honest? Vulnerable? Let someone else carry the weight for once?”

The words came out harsher than you intended, but they hung in the air, undeniable. Caitlyn’s lips parted as if to respond, but no sound came. For a fleeting moment, you saw something raw and unguarded in her expression—something that almost made you reach for her again.

“It’s not about you,” she said finally, her voice trembling. “It’s… it’s about me. About everything I’ve seen, everything I’ve done.” She turned away, her hands clutching the back of the chair. “I’m supposed to be strong. The Enforcer who doesn’t crack under pressure. But lately, I’ve felt like I’m drowning, and I don’t know how to stop it.”

Her confession left you stunned. Caitlyn had always been the steady one, the person who faced danger head-on without hesitation. Hearing her admit to feeling overwhelmed was like seeing a crack in the foundation of something unshakable.

“Caitlyn,” you said softly, stepping closer. “You don’t have to go through this alone. You don’t have to be strong all the time. I’m here. I want to help you, if you’ll let me.”

She let out a shaky breath, her shoulders trembling. “I don’t know how to let you in,” she admitted. “I’ve spent so long trying to hold everything together on my own that I don’t know how to lean on someone else.”

You reached out, gently turning her to face you. Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears, and the vulnerability in her gaze made your heart ache. “It’s okay to not have all the answers,” you said. “It’s okay to let go, even just a little. I’m not going anywhere, Caitlyn. I love you, and I want to be here for you, no matter what.”

For a moment, she just stared at you, as if trying to decide whether to believe you. Then, slowly, she nodded, her walls beginning to crumble. “I… I’m scared,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Scared of losing you. Scared of not being enough. Scared of failing.”

“You won’t lose me,” you promised. “And you’re more than enough, Caitlyn. You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be you.”

Her breath hitched, and then she was in your arms, clinging to you like a lifeline. You held her tightly, your heart swelling with a mix of love and determination. Whatever storms she was facing, you would face them together. You weren’t going to let her drown.

As she buried her face in your shoulder, you felt a tear slip onto your skin. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. A sign that she was beginning to trust you with the parts of herself she’d kept hidden for so long. And in that moment, you knew you’d do whatever it took to help her heal.

You’d been trying, and now, so was she.

[smutinlove]

college dick grayson if u may.. 🤭🤭

knowing dick in canon idt he would really be those playboy, snarky types but it’s always fun to see his characterisation that way!! what’s ur take on it??

dick grayson being a snarky ass motherfucker in college is BIBLICALLY accurate. thank you, anon.

•this motherfucker is hot and he knows it. he'll use it to his advantage too. oh, he forgot his wallet? he'll flirt his way to making sure it's on the house. commit murder? he'll flash a smile and say, "so, officer..." followed by one tear.

•ugh, dick gets girls. (and boys) he loves his redheads. but he also knows how to lose them. but eventually he'll get 'em back. eventually...

•i feel like dick would smoke weed in college. but he'd also be one of those, "in bed by 10" kinds of people. and i'm living for it.

•dick knows how to have a good time and he DEFINITELY can show you a great time. he'll drink a bunch of beer, smoke a lot of weed, will overstimulate you, and then ask you why you're tired.

•i feel like he'd fuck to sexy red and cry to taylor swift.

•he's funny as hell. mans will be balls deep inside you and then say something that has you dying.

•i feel like dick would be a stripper if he wasn't nightwing. like he has the moves. i'd let him do the most atrocious things to me.

•dick would probably major in business, humanities, bigassology, psychology, or redheads. or maybe all five.

•people like to characterize the fact that only alfred and jason can cook but that is WRONG. dick can definitely cook. i mean, come on, he has a whole BAKERY back there. he can cook. this man will whip you a whole god damn 5 course meal and y'all saying he can't cook?

•he uses the bunk beds in his dorm as a swing.

•dick grayson breaks hearts and enjoys it. (he can break this heart AND pussy and i'd thank him.) he will flirt with every guy and girl on this planet and say, "no strings attached, sorry not sorry, bbg."

•he listens to doja cat religiously. going for a run? doja cat. fucking someone? doja cat + sexy red. it's wild. he's even wilder in bed though.

i love dick grayson

[daisies-and-domming]

Boxing Day (SFW)

Thank you to @glassofapplejuicee for beta reading saving this work! Love you so much babes, don't know what I would do without you <3

Happy Merry Boxing Day, everyone! I’ve been a little quiet as of late (oops), but I figured a fluffy little set of headcanons about our favorite boys would get me writing again. Lo and behold, it totally worked - so Happy Holidays everyone, and enjoy!

Summary: You and your partner had a Merry Christmas, but now it’s time for you to move on to the new year! How long does it take for you to take down all of your Christmas decorations, and what challenges do you run into along the way? 

Warnings: light swearing, petnames (Gojo is a menace, Nanami calls you darling, Sukuna calls you brat, Toji calls you doll, Shoko calls you lovely), minor injuries in Toji’s

Features Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Sukuna, Fushiguro (Toji), Ieiri, Higuruma

Let me know if you think I missed anything!!

All characters are over 18 :)

– – –

Gojo Satoru

If anyone is over the top, it’s Gojo. Definitely takes Christmas decorations too far, and is not past putting vulgar things on the tree. Tried to decorate it with Polaroids of you in…compromising positions, much to your chagrin. You shut that one down pretty quickly.

One of those rich assholes who hires people to put up/take down the lights outside. Before you, he definitely had only the boring white lights and maybe one of those sad wire light-up reindeers (like this, for example). Just one of them, all alone - he thinks it’s symbolic and deep because he was all alone at the time but it really just makes his huge yard look extra empty.

With you, however, he wants to do it himself. He thinks there’s something magical about putting up decorations together, with people you love. 

(It’s sweet, really, until he sucks at it and cries because he has no actual idea how to do it - why is it so hard to hang the lights straight?? Or at all, for that matter?? You’ll probably end up having to do all the work)

Once Christmas comes and goes, he does NOT want to take stuff down. You put it up “together” (you put it up), he wants to leave it up forever! A memory of the Christmas you spent together. 

Plus, his big house feels a lot less empty with all the lights and garlands and various other decorations he spent too much money on. Please, let him leave it up?

You probably let him get away with leaving up the tree until the beginning of January. He, of course, bought a huge, very much real, tree. The needles are a mess, and when it reaches the point where there are barely any needles left on the tree, you put your foot down.

He’s whining the whole time you two are taking it down. He tries to sneak out and drag it back inside, but you catch him every time.

Don’t even get him started on taking down the lights…

– – –

“But baaaaaaaabe!!”

“Gojo Satoru.”

“Full government name? You wound me, baby! Just like you’re wounding our beautiful Christmas memories!”

You groan, rolling your eyes at your boyfriend’s whines. “Satoru, you’re the one who wanted a real tree. I told you it was too much responsibility and cleaning, but you-”

“Baby,” he said, eyes watery and lips pulled downward in a pout. “Why’re you so mean to me, huh? Just want to keep all of our Christmas memories safe, is all.”

You soften at this. Satoru didn’t really get a chance to celebrate Christmas often, before you. You know there’s no way in hell his family celebrated with him, and you’re sure that once he lost his best friend (on Christmas Eve, no less), he and Shoko didn’t truly celebrate again. This was the first real Christmas he’s had in a while.

“Toru,” you murmur, pulling him to you. “We have plenty of years in the future to make new Christmas memories, hm? We’ll get to put up Christmas decorations all over again.”

His eyes find yours, and you wonder briefly if the glow in his eyes is the lights he refuses to take down, or the jujutsu endlessly flowing through him.. There’s a hint of something melancholy hidden in them, mixed with something else you can’t quite put your finger on. He doesn’t say anything, just looks, almost studying you - you’d be freaked out if you didn’t know him so well. Know that your words and your kindness were unfamiliar to him. In a world where he’s expected to be the strongest, he doesn’t know what to do when someone expects him to just be himself. You want every piece of him, the good and the bad, the strong and the weak, and you try to convey that as much as you can with your eyes. 

You let him stare until the silence becomes too thick, too heavy with something inexplicably sad that leaves a lump in your throat and a weight on your chest. You pull your hand away from his, running a gentle thumb over his cheek. Your eyes can’t seem to leave his, as much as it hurts.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you say, with such finality that he can’t help the smile that stretches across his face. It’s still full of grief, but there’s a glimmer of hope in it, too. “You know that Toru. I’m here. I’ll always be here, okay? Don’t you forget it.”

“I won’t.” he says, devoid of his usual humor. “You promise me?”

“I promise, Toru.” you say. You barely get it out before he’s smashing his lips to yours. It’s messy, it’s frantic, and it’s full of all the words he can’t say. He knows it’s selfish of him. To want you, to love you. His life is full of danger and death around every corner, and he knows that by bringing you into his life he’s brought you into that, too. But he can’t help himself. Gojo Satoru gets what he wants, he always has, and there’s nothing he wants more than you.

So he holds you close, and hopes that you keep wanting him forever, too.

Geto Suguru

He’s been going all out for Christmas since he found Nanako and Mimiko. It was clear that the two had never really had a proper family, and he wanted to give them that as much as he could.

He went all out when they were little - fake reindeer hoofprints in the yard, piles of presents under the tree, half eaten cookies left on the plate labelled “for Santa”. The girls are his whole world, and he’d pluck the moon from the sky if they asked him to.

The girls love you, too, once you become part of their Christmas traditions (even though Suguru made you tell them that Santa’s not real because he couldn’t do it himself). You’ve helped give them a family that they never had, and they welcome you with open arms.

Nanako and Mimiko become menaces when you even mention that it’s about time you all take the Christmas decorations down. They love the way the house feels brighter with all the decorations up. Expect a bit of a fight (and no help from your boyfriend, who seemingly can’t tell his girls “no”).

– – –

“Absolutely not.” “You want to do what?!”

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t your best idea to suggest taking down the tree, after all. You figured it’d be a good thing to do together - a touch of family time that you don’t always get with the girls - but they seemed to be appalled that you had even suggested such a thing.

“Nana, Mimi, it’s not Christmas anymore.” you say, laughing a bit nervously. “We can’t leave the tree up forever, can we?”

“We certainly can,” Nanako starts with a frown, “What’s stopping us? The pressure from society to conform to its trends?”

You barely manage to stop your eyes from rolling. You loved that Suguru was honest and open with the girls about what he does and who he is, but Nanako was definitely picking up some preconceived notions from hanging around Suguru’s literal cult all the time. Perhaps you’d have to talk to your boyfriend about it.

“Nana, sweetie, I love you-”

“Clearly you don’t if you won’t let me keep the tree up!” “What’s going on in here?”

A smooth, deep voice cuts through your conversation (argument?) with Nanako and Mimiko, and you feel a wave of relief crash over you. Surely, your lovely boyfriend would talk some sense into the girls (primarily Nanako).

“Suguru! The girls and I were just discussing taking the Christmas decorations down.”

Oblivious to Nanako’s scowl, he smiles softly at you. “What a good idea! We can do it as a family, hm? I could use a family day after the meetings I just had.”

“We’re not taking it down,” Mimiko mutters, eyes flickering between you and Suguru. “It’s too early.”

“Yeah, it’s way too early! We need to leave them up waaaaay longer. We did so much work to put them up, we can’t just take them down now!” Nanako whines out, doing her best puppy dog eyes at her father.

“You two,” you sigh, massaging your brow. “We can do it all again next year, but we seriously need to start taking these down, it’s getting a little late to still have our decorations up-”

“We can leave them up.”

Your head snaps to look at your boyfriend, mouth agape. “What?”

“I mean…” he says, looking anywhere but your face. “They seem really excited about it, you know? It can’t hurt to keep them up a bit longer…”

You should’ve known he would succumb to their puppy dog eyes, the bastard. “Suguru Geto, it’s the middle of January. We absolutely cannot keep them up much longer, the neighbors are starting to give me weird looks-”

“Who cares what the neighbors think?” he says, pulling you towards the couch. “C’mon, how about family movie night instead? We can take the tree down another day, hm?”

You know you shouldn’t let the girls win this one. You know it, and yet you let yourself get led to the couch anyways. Some 1980’s chick flick is put on, and you all settle in, curled into each other. You think you catch Meg Ryan out of the corner of your eye, but you’re more busy looking at your family, all together at this moment. 

The tree can stay up another day, you decide. You could handle a couple of judgy stares from the neighbors - because you wouldn’t trade moments like these for the world.

Nanami Kento

Nanami didn’t necessarily celebrate Christmas when he was on his own. It felt like a lot of work to put up a tree and decorate it if he was barely going to be home anyways.

After his return to jujutsu, Gojo tries endlessly to try and drag him to the yearly Christmas work party to no avail. Especially after you enter the picture. Gojo wants nothing more than to tell you embarrassing stories about your lover. 

But now he has you, and the little pink-haired menace that is Itadori Yuuji. You two had inserted yourselves into his life when he thought he needed solitude the most, and he couldn’t be more grateful.

Christmas, which had once come and gone, became something tangible. It meant endless hours of baking and decorating cookies, and time spent together, as a family. Yuuji wasn’t technically his son, but he was certainly a part of your little family (the gifts under the tree for him spoke for themselves). 

Like Gojo, he’s oddly hesitant to take down the decorations. The memories of putting them up and celebrating Christmas with the people he treasured around them are very dear to him.

Unlike Gojo, he can picture a future with you and Yuuji. Not quite on boxing day, but before December ends, the three of you are taking down decorations together, as a family, knowing that you’ll get the chance to put them up again next year.

– – –

Despite the date being not-quite-Christmas, you had insisted on playing Christmas music as you all took Christmas decorations down. Something about it being your “last chance to listen to Christmas music!” and you needing “one last dose” of Christmas before it was gone. And any level of time spent together with you and Nanami had Yuuji bouncing off the walls, so of course he was down for Christmas music after Christmas.

Despite his slight distaste for the music, Kento couldn’t help but smile at you and Yuuji. You’re rolling the lights neatly as Yuuji unwinds them, laughing and joking as you do. He remembers when you had asked Yuuji to come over to decorate for Christmas with the two of you. He had seen the boy excited before, but there was something special about the joy he radiated as he happily agreed to come over. You’d offered him the spare room many times, and even though he “can’t” stay, his clothes soon filled the drawers and his toiletries lived in your bathroom. While there’s not necessarily a “break” from the life of being a sorcerer, Fushiguro had gone home to Gojo’s, and Kugisaki had gone home to her family for the holidays. But, with nowhere to go, Yuuji had been planning to stay at the dorms, alone. Normally Nanami would’ve asked you first, but the second he heard he invited the boy to stay - lots of empty excuses about needing more company for Christmas and not wanting to eat all of the Christmas goods yourselves. But when Yuuji came bouncing in, you already knew, giving your husband a knowing smile. 

Now he was certain the house was going to feel empty, once Yuuji was gone. Ever respectful, he insisted he would be out of your hair the second the holidays were over.

“Ken, c’mere!” you call, beckoning him over. “Help Yuuji with the tree, won’t you?”

“I’ve totally got this, I’ll be fine!” Yuuji exclaims, trying to pick up the plastic tree without even taking it apart. “See?? Totally got it-”

Famous last words, of course, as he slips and thuds to the floor, the Christmas tree atop him. You and Kento both fly in, working to roll the tree off of him as quickly as possible. Of course, once he’s free, Yuuji is laughing, already re-telling the story of his “epic fall” (“it landed on me like whoosh! and I slammed against the carpet like kapow! Did you see that??”).

You sigh, glad he’s okay. “Could thank Nanami for helping you out from under it, you know.”

He flushes, stopping mid-story. “Oops, sorry! Thanks for the save, dad!”

He grins toothily before he catches his mistake, but by then, Nanami’s already tearing up. You are, too. Yuuji lost his family a long time ago. To feel safe enough, to call your husband dad? This was the best Christmas you’ve ever had, you’re certain.

And if you all end up crying? That’s nobody’s business but yours.

Sukuna Ryomen

He’s aware of the human tradition of “Christmas”, but if you think even for a second he considered celebrating it before you, you’re sorely mistaken. He’s the King of Curses, he doesn’t have time for nonsense like Christmas.

When you insert your annoying self into his life, he’s unsure on how to approach the holiday. His estate was not a place for “joy” or “being merry” (two very important things to Christmas, you had informed him), but with you here, perhaps it could be.

Very against decorations across the estate. In the privacy of certain spaces, he may allow it, but there will be no outdoor decorations or house-wide decorations. He does not want his servants to think he is getting soft for the human he’s been toting around. He will cede to some decorations, but he does not care about you and your silly human traditions.

(they already know he’s going soft for you. Any servant can see the way he looks at you, and how delicate his hands are with you. They’d be stupid not to know at this point the affection he holds for you)

He, at first, refuses to let you put up anything yourself in the approved rooms. He has servants, and he has made it very clear that they are yours to command. Why do you insist on doing it yourself?

You explain the importance of doing it yourself, even have the gall to ask him to do it with you, and he scoffs at this. He’s the King of Curses, he doesn’t have the time to 

Later, you will find him reading on Christmas traditions and decorations. When you catch him, he will refuse to acknowledge it, but the way he won’t quite make eye contact with you says all you need to know.

Once Christmas is over, decorations are down and boxed immediately. He instructs the servants the night before to take them down, and by the time you wake, the decorations are gone. 

With all of this Christmas decorating and celebrating, Sukuna has barely had a proper moment alone with you. Now that it’s over, expect him to be the closest to “clingy” that you will ever see him.

– – –

It’s early morning, December 26th, and Sukuna could not be more glad that this “Christmas” thing was over. You had become consumed by it, and despite finding some sort of amusement in the way you bounced around all excited and glowy, he was sick of it. You talked on and on about what he had to do with you, and while he indulged you on some of them, he was not fond of being bossed around. You had also mentioned another man, whom you referred to as “Santa” - you had assured Sukuna he wasn’t real, but Sukuna didn’t like the way another man’s name was so easily rolling off your tongue - who brought gifts to children in their homes. You had made an attempt to put up a little “Santa” figurine on the mantle, but found him in pieces (and in the trash) hours later. Sukuna would not allow another man you spoke so highly of to taint his space. 

You shift slightly, and he looks down at your sleeping face where it lay against him. You looked utterly ridiculous - your face was smushed against him, your hair was tousled, and you were lightly snoring - but for some reason Sukuna couldn’t tear his eyes from your form. He could hear the servants shuffling around in the other rooms on the estate, taking down the eyesores that you had put up all over the house. While he had instructed them to take everything Christmas-related down across the estate, they also had very specific instructions to never enter his chambers without explicit permission from him. This meant that his chambers were still a little Christmas bubble, the tree you had put up in the corner still standing tall.

When you first tried to get him to put a tree up in his chambers, he had refused. You could put a tree in the approved rooms, he had reminded you, and his chambers were very explicitly off limits. You had frowned, saying something about needing a “personal” tree that you could decorate yourself and keep presents “safe” under it. He informed you that anything you left under the other trees would also be safe, as this was his estate, and no one would touch anything without his permission, but you had just thrown your hands up.

“It’s about the principle, Ryo!”

“Brat, be grateful I’m letting you put up any trees at all. I could call off this whole ‘Christmas’ nonsense whenever I want, so watch your mouth.”

He sighed. He doesn’t know how you managed, but you had eventually wore him down. A sparkling tree sits in the corner of his chambers now, glowing softly. Once you had risen and started to go about your day he was going to take it down, he resolved. Whatever weird feelings were bubbling in his chest were the fault of this Christmas rampage you had gone on, and nothing else. Once his estate was cleaned of the Christmas blight you had cast upon it, his chest would return to normal, he was certain.

But for now, as the Christmas lights shining from the tree glowed behind your sleeping form, the feelings would remain. He felt himself melt into you, and ran a gentle hand through your hair. His eyes flick to the ceiling before drifting closed again. He sighs, and pulls you a little further into him. Softly, so softly that even the wind barely catches it, he murmurs to you.

“Merry Christmas, brat.”

Fushiguro Toji (ft. Tsumiki and Megumi)

You think this man has ever owned a house? Jokes on you honey, he’s never had that kind of money (or that good of credit).

Subsequently, there’s nowhere to decorate outside, really. Other than the apartment door, but that's too much work for Toji, so any Christmas decorations he might have are inside the walls of his apartment.

He’s boring, but surprisingly your biggest opp in Christmas decoration is little Megumi. Tsumiki is an angel as always and goes along with whatever Christmas shenanigans, but Megumi doesn’t want even a hint of Christmas in the house.

The most you get is a Christmas tree in the corner of the living room, which was all Toji was willing to do before you, anyways. As much as he pretends he doesn’t, he’s always loved his kids, and keeps a plastic tree and a small box of ornaments (which is mostly comprised of the ones Tsumiki and Megumi has to make at school) shoved in the corner of his closet for this time of year. He may have been a shitty father, but he cared, in his own way.

When Megumi is little, that tree is down on December 26th, shoved back in the corner of Toji’s closet. Christmas is dumb, and so is anything that reminds him of it.

But now, with warmer memories surrounding it, the tree might take a couple more days to find itself back in the closet. It’s definitely down within the week (Megumi can only handle being sappy for so long), but maybe Christmas isn’t so bad with you around.

And (even though he won’t say it), Toji feels the same way - you see it in the mistletoe that now hangs in the entryway between the kitchen and living room, in the way his eyes find yours as you all decorate gingerbread houses together, in the way he’s just a little sweeter when Christmas comes around. You’re the best present he’s ever gotten, and the only one he needs, this Christmas and every Christmas in the future.

The actual act of taking stuff down, though? With four (mostly) grown bodies shoving around in a tiny apartment, it’s a lot more hectic than you’d like it to be. Someone always ends up minorly hurt every year in the clean-up process. It’s inevitable, and you’re considering making a Christmas scrapbook of all the injuries you all have gotten over the years.

(your personal favorite will always be when Toji yanked on the lights impatiently and the whole tree came down on him. You can still see Tsumiki’s wide eyes and hear little toddler Megumi’s laughter as Toji grumbled about “stupid tree” this and “damn lights” that. He was fine, but his ego was not)

– – –

“Shit-”

You spin around at the gruff swear from your husband, about to scold him for swearing in front of the kids, when you’re met with a facefull of Toji. His chest slams into your face, and you both go down. He barely manages to catch himself over you (if he hadn’t, you’re certain you would’ve been flattened under his weight). Your head smacks into the carpet and you groan, squeezing your eyes shut to battle the throbbing pain in your head.

“Dad, what the hell-”

“Are you two okay??”

Two overlapping voices come from above you, but you don’t think you can open your eyes. You haphazardly throw up a thumbs up, just to blindly whack your husband in the face.

“Ow, doll, Jesus Christ. Watch your hand, won’t you?” Toji gruffs out, but one of his hands is already moving to cradle your head, gently touching around it. He doesn’t feel any blood, and he lets out a sigh of relief. He didn’t really feel like making a trip to the emergency room a couple days after Christmas, especially for something this embarrassing. He’s sure they’ve had enough Christmas-related injuries from the idiots who go out and party, anyways. 

“Get off of them, you oaf.” Megumi says, shoving his father off of you. Toji rolls off of you, letting Megumi shove him aside. That kid always liked you more than him, even if you weren’t related by blood. 

He lets the kids fuss over you and goes into the kitchen to grab you an ice pack for your head. At worst it’s a concussion, but he’s hoping it’ll just be a bump. Not his fault that Tsumiki got distracted midway through taking the lights of the tree and left them hanging haphazardly. And yeah, maybe it was his fault that he wasn’t looking where he was going and got his feet tangled in the lights. But Megumi was complaining about them still having all of the ornaments he made as a kid, and Toji had to make sure that brat wasn’t throwing any of them away. So yeah, maybe his eyes weren’t on the floor. But in his defense, the lights were only supposed to be in two places - the box, or on the tree.

Grumbling, he makes his way back to the living room, where you’re now situated on the couch. Christmas teardown long forgotten, Tsumiki is asking you questions and holding fingers in front of your face. Megumi is standing broodily to the side. His arms crossed, as if he doesn’t care, but his eyes are watching you with rapt attention. 

“For your head, doll.” Toji says, passing you the ice pack. You accept it gratefully, cradling it to where your head smacked into the floor. Your bleary eyes meet his, and you can see the glow of worry hiding behind them. You offer him a weak smile, hoping it’ll ease at least some of his worries.

“I knew I was gorgeous, but you didn’t have to literally fall for me, you know,” you joke, eyes sparkling. There’s a distinct “Ew!” from Megumi as Toji leans down to plant a kiss on your lips, rolling his eyes at your nonsense. 

“Merry Christmas, doll.”

“Merry Christmas, Toji.”

And if the half-taken down tree stays up for a day or so more, Megumi doesn’t say a word.

Ieiri Shoko

Shoko has no intention of owning a house, ever. Her apartment has always been more than enough space for her, and being the only sorcerer with her abilities, she works crazy hours, anyways. She wouldn’t have the time to take care of a whole house.

Even with you in her life, she’s still home at odd hours. She tries harder now, to be home more often, but there’s only so much that’s in her control. You’ve woken up many nights to her crawling out of bed and throwing on her coat to get to Jujutsu Tech.

It sucks and she knows it, but both of you know it’s always going to be her reality unless she leaves jujutsu. And both of you know that, at this point, she isn’t going anywhere.

Your Christmas decorations are very sparing. A wreath on the outside of your door, a small tree in the corner of the living room, and perhaps a wintry candle burning. Your apartment isn’t really well-lived in, but you two try to make it as cozy as possible.

Christmas decorations could stay up year round, honestly. She barely cares to put them up, taking them down is way more work than she wants to go through. The wreath is notoriously on the door until mid-February. It’s a miracle if it’s gone by Valentine’s Day.

Things get taken down, piece by piece, until all of it is gone. Unlike most people, it’s not a day that you two do it, but over the course of the rest of December and January. 

(The door wreath always gets forgotten because by the time post-Christmas rolls around you’re both used to it and forget it’s even there)

By the first of the new year, the lights and ornaments are off the tree, and all of the Christmas cookies (that you stole from Gojo’s stash) are eaten. At some point, the tree goes down. Eventually, the candle’s been burnt to the end of the wick, and it’s replaced with something more flowery. Any sign of Christmas and the holidays slowly fades away.

Until one of you remembers the wreath, of course!

– – –

A gentle buzzing shakes Shoko from her lunch. She’s rarely aware of what time of day it is in the hellscape that is the basement of Jujutsu Tech; but Gojo, in a rare moment of kindness, had visited her with lunch in his hands. He was blabbering on and on about something nonsensical, as always, but she was grateful for the break. As much as he acted like an idiot, Gojo was anything but - he knew the conversation he was holding was one-sided. He’d act all offended later, she was sure (what a headache), but her little noncommittal “yeah”s and “mhm”s would do for now. 

“Ooooh, who’s calling you?” Gojo asks, wiggling his eyebrows at her. She rolls her eyes, looking down at the caller ID. Your name lights up the screen, a goofy picture of you flashing behind it. You had thrown the Christmas lights for the tree in the air over your head in excitement, and had ended up all tangled up in them. Despite being somewhat wrapped  up in Christmas lights, you had a big smile on your face, laughing at your own predicament. It’s perhaps one of her favorite pictures of you.

Before she can answer it herself, Gojo snatches her phone from her hand, and answers it himself. “Helloooo, Ms. Shoko Ieiri speaking. How may I be of doctor-ly assistance to you?”

She can hear you snort on the other end of the phone, clearly amused. 

“Hi, Gojo. How’re you?”

He gasps dramatically. “Gojo?? How dare you confuse me with that no good idiot-”

“Gojo,�� Shoko starts, extending her hand, “give me my phone back.”

He sticks out his tongue, handing her the phone. “Boo, you two are no fun!”

She sighs, running a hand through her hair. “Hey, lovely.”

“Hey, Sho!”

“What’s up, hm? Need something?”

“Oh, nothing urgent,” you say with a laugh. “Just found something I thought you might find funny.”

“Yeah?” she says, smiling. “And what’s that?”

“Do you know what the date is?” you ask, and she hears a bit of shuffling on the other end of the phone. You’re clearly on the move as you call her.

“Uhm…” her eyes drift to the childish cat calendar Gojo had hung in her office. He had insisted it would “boost morale”, but mostly it had been an eyesore. “February something-th, I’m sure.”

“Yeah!” you exclaim. “It’s February, Sho.”

“I know that,” she says, though there was no real bite in her tone. “I literally just said that.”

“Oh shut up,” you say, a bit muffled on the other end of the phone. “I’m just saying it’s February. Getting awful close to being March, even.”

“February’s short, lovely, that’s not much of a feat.”

“Shhh, let me talk!! Anyways, you know what I found?”

She racks her brain, but there’s nothing that you would find in the house that would make you react like this that she could think of. “No idea, lovely. Would you like to tell me?”

“The wreath, Sho!”

“The wreath…?” she says, before recognition sweeps across her face. “Oh my god-”

“We left the wreath up!” you’re laughing so hard she’s sure you’re crying. “I- how do we forget every year-”

“We got it down by January last year!”

“Mid-January, Sho, not by January-”

“Maybe we should stop putting it up.”

“Noooo! I love having this conversation every year. Don’t you?”

She’s laughing too, even if she doesn’t want to. “Mhm, of course, lovely.”

“Anyways, you’re probably busy, so I’ll leave you be, but Merry Christmas, Sho!”

She laughs, rolling her eyes at your antics. “Merry Christmas, lovely.”

Higuruma Hiromi

Another busy fellow. Being a lawyer and a sorcerer does that to a man.

But it also means he can afford a nice house in a nice area. You’ve got decent land, and a nice big house to decorate for Christmas.

He’s a total sap, and definitely makes time to decorate the house with you. Your tree will look more like a scrapbook than a Christmas tree - covered in picture frame ornaments of the two of you and dinky little ornaments he saw that he was out that reminded him of you.

Expect Christmas/winter dates with him, too - he may be busy, but he’s bending his schedule as much as possible to take you ice skating or to decorate gingerbread houses with you.

When December 26th rolls around, he’s in the office. He overloads himself in November to clear as much of December as he can, but it’s inevitable that he ends back in the office before the month ends. He’s just glad he got to spend Christmas with you.

The decorations stay up perhaps a little too long, but you’d both rather take things down together. You don’t always get the chance to be domestic with Hiromi, so you wait. The rare moments that you do are always worth the wait.

– – –

You can hear Hiromi across the room faintly humming some Christmas tune as you gently lift the garland from the mantle. After some sort of miracle (and a little bit of string pulling), Hiromi had finally managed to land himself a day off post-Christmas. Things always get busy after Christmas - drunk idiots making post-party mistakes, kids misusing their new toys, marriages that barely manage to scrape through Christmas day at all - and he’s been on back to back cases for a couple weeks now. His eyebags have been cutting deeper into his face by the day, and you’re glad to see something like joy in his step as he weaves the lights off the Christmas tree. Once the sun reaches its peak in the sky, the two of you would bundle up and head outside to get the lights and the wreath, but for now, you could enjoy the warmth of the house for a little longer. 

You drop the bundle of garland into one of the many boxes. You knew in your heart that the you of next year would look at the messy pile of garland and be incredibly pissed, but you didn’t have it in yourself to care right now. Sounded like a problem for next year you, not a problem for the you of the present. You had other decorations to take down, and boyfriends to mess with.

You take a peek at said boyfriend as you move the other Christmas knick knacks off the mantle and into the box. He’s still humming something or other, but it’s definitely a new song. He’s dancing to it, a bit, as he gently places your ornaments back in the box. He pauses, sometimes, to look more intently at the little picture frames. A picture of the two of you, at the beach a couple of summers ago. A snapshot of your trip to Paris. A polaroid of you laughing, covered in flour, that barely fits in the frame he bought for it. That one was from this year - he had insisted that you two make Christmas sugar cookies and decorate them, but when you had pulled the flour from the top shelf, it had exploded right out the bottom. It’s what you get for buying the cheap flour, perhaps, but you remember how you couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled from your throat in the moment. You don’t even remember Hiromi grabbing the camera - just the snap it made as it framed your mishap forever. You shake yourself out of your stupor and look around. You’ve cleared the mantle and the side table, all that’s left in this room minus the tree was…the mistletoe. It hung neatly between the living room and the kitchen, a little glint of green and red against the horrendous light yellow of the kitchen (the old owners had been so pleased with the color that you couldn’t bring yourself to repaint it). You went to grab it down, but even with a stretch to your tippy toes, you couldn’t quite get a grasp on it. 

“Hiromi,” you call out, and he makes a noncommittal sound. “Romi, honey.”

He flicks his head over to you, huffing softly at your pout. “What is it, honey?”

You point up at the offending party, its green and red staring back at you mockingly. “Can’t get the little bastard down. Any chance you’d be willing to help me out?”

“Of course, honey,” he says, striding over to you. You expect him to pluck it off its hook himself, and squeal when his arms wrap around your waist and he lifts. You know he’s strong - hell, you’d have to be strong to do his job - but he lifted you with an ease you didn’t know was possible.

“Are you going to get that down, or do I have to hold you here forever?” he says, a teasing grin making its way to his face.

You jokingly contemplate, putting your finger to your lips to ‘think’ about it. “Hmm, I don’t know, feeling pretty comfy in your arms. Might just have to stay here forever, I fear.”

He snorts, gently bringing you back down. He reaches up and unhooks the mistletoe himself, though he hesitates to bring his arm back down.

“What is it?” you ask gently.

“One last kiss? For Christmas’ sake?”

You laugh breathlessly, knowing damn well that it’s late enough into January that this kiss isn’t for anything but him. But, as he dangles the mistletoe above your heads, you can’t help but lean in to kiss him. And if you two don’t stop, even when the mistletoe is long forgotten? Well, that’s nobody’s business but yours.

[cinnamoncunt]

seeing some of yall get upset that joseph is with doja is honestly so funny. none of yall had a chance with him in the first place and secondly yes she’s problematic as hell but let’s not act like that’s the only reason yall are hating and claiming it’s “PR” 😭. his fandom is known to be racist, misogynistic and hypocritical as well so yeah let’s not go there. get well soon

[goldenretrieverjakezgirlbaby]

This song reminds me of Jake

Sim Jake - 02 line!

[cryobabiess]

a summary of my most recent Caracalla fic

[shapard]

Alone🪐

Lucifer x Reader

A/n: I listen to the song and I couldn't help myself. Enjoy<3

Angst, breakup, depressed Lucifer

The after math of the breakup was harsh on Lucifer.

Meanwhile you began to slowly pick up the broken pieces at the breakup cost. Lucifer just fell deeper into the depression. 

The depression that was the result of the breakup.

You tried everything you could to keep Lucifer happy and completely lost yourself in the journey. When Lucifer was insulting you, you shrugged it off. He is just insecure and doesn’t mean it. Then he distanced himself from you. 

You tried your best to reach after him. And that results into missed calls on his line and lonely nights. Whatever he needs just his time alone, right? 

You reached out to Charlie and asked her if everything’s alright with Lucifer. The betrayal was hard when you found out he has been staying in the hotel and was helping around and doing personal projects.

One day you visited the hotel to speak to Lucifer. The moment you two met eyes, lucifer ran. He fucking ran away from you. 

You cried the whole day and night with an empty bed. You couldn’t help yourself but wonder why. Has he found a new love and doesn’t want to tell you? Was he cheating on you? 

You don’t know what you’ve done to deserve this. 

The door in your once shared bedroom opened and revealed the one and only Lucifer. A bouquet of roses was in his hands as he looked for you. “Y/n?” Your fist clenched on your lap when you heard him calling your name from afar. 

“It’s over.” 

When those words left your mouth lucifers heart dropped and ripped into small pieces. “What do you mean?” He tried to stay calm, but you know this tone in his voice. He is about to crumple. 

You didn’t care, not anymore. 

“I’m leaving.” You stood up and walked outside of the room. No further words needed. 

When you were gone lucifer fell on his knees, but his heart fell even harder. He touched his face, maybe this is all a big nightmare? You wouldn’t just leave him. 

You promised. 

His clawed nails started to dig into his skin and the golden blood dripped down on his white coat. And then he just screamed. Screamed at the pain and loss of someone important. 

The red roses and the small velvet box with a ring in it laid there unmoving as Lucifers blood painted the velvet box gold. 

A/n: ngl the end kinda stings🫡 Anywaayyysss after a small break I'm back!🤧🫶🏽💫

💫

@i-have-no-life-charlie @sirenetheblogger @concentratedconcrete @ylovei @cimadreamer @ayanazoldyck @froggybich

[marvelousels]

HOOKED ON YOU.

authors note — once again was listening to doja cat but this time the song was tia tamera YESSIRR sorry but that song is so iconic and gives this confident feeling to listeners. so here we are, it may not fit exactly but meh! i might write with this song except its jinx this time? omd jinx is so this song core OKAY NOW I'LL STOP YAPPING.

pairings: vi x fem!reader 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

Tia Tamera — doja cat playing!

The club was alive with the electric pulse of music, the bass vibrating through your chest as you leaned against the bar. Lights flashed in rhythmic bursts, painting the crowd in neon colors. Your drink sat untouched beside you, condensation pooling around the base of the glass. You weren’t here for the drinks or the music, though—you were here for her.

Vi was in her element, moving through the crowd with a natural charisma that left heads turning in her wake. Her cropped pink hair caught the strobe lights, and the signature cocky smirk tugged at her lips as she danced. She was magnetic, a force of nature, and watching her felt like being caught in a storm you didn’t want to escape.

You didn’t even realize you were staring until her eyes locked onto yours across the room. A playful challenge sparked in her gaze, and before you could look away, she was weaving through the bodies, heading straight for you.

“Hey, stranger,” she said, her voice just loud enough to cut through the music. She leaned against the bar beside you, her arm brushing yours. “You’ve been watching me all night. What’s the verdict?”

Heat rose to your cheeks, but you refused to let her fluster you. “You’re not bad,” you replied, keeping your tone light. “For someone who’s clearly showing off.”

She laughed, the sound low and warm, and it sent a shiver down your spine. “Can you blame me?” she teased. “Hard not to, when I’ve got you as my audience.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. Vi always had a way of making you feel like you were the only person in the room, even in a place as chaotic as this. She reached for your drink, taking a sip without asking, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Bold of you,” you remarked.

“That’s me,” she said with a wink. “Besides, I’ve got something to celebrate tonight.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

She straightened, her grin widening. “Us,” she said simply. “You and me. We… we just work. I’ve got the edge; you’ve got the spark. Together? Unstoppable.”

You blinked, caught off guard by her words. “Are you saying we’re some kind of dynamic duo?” you asked, amused.

“I’m saying we’ve got chemistry,” she replied, leaning closer. Her voice dropped, softer now. “You’ve felt it, haven’t you? The way we just… click?”

Her words hung in the air, and your heart raced under the weight of her gaze. She wasn’t teasing anymore; there was something raw and unguarded in her expression. You searched her face, and for once, there was no smirk, no bravado. Just Vi, honest and vulnerable, laying herself bare.

“Vi,” you began, your voice almost lost in the music. “I…”

She cut you off with a grin, her confidence creeping back in. “Don’t overthink it, okay?” she said. “Just dance with me.”

Before you could protest, she grabbed your hand and pulled you onto the dance floor. The crowd swallowed you both, the music pounding around you, but all you could focus on was her. The way her hands found your waist, the way her body moved against yours, the way her eyes never left yours—it was intoxicating.

“You know,” she murmured as her lips brushed your ear, “I’ve never met anyone like you. You’ve got this energy… it’s got me hooked.”

Your breath hitched, her words sending a thrill through you. “Hooked, huh?” you managed, your hands resting on her shoulders. “Is that your way of saying you’re obsessed?”

She chuckled, her voice low and sultry. “Maybe I am,” she admitted, her hands tightening slightly on your hips. “But you’re not making it easy to play it cool.”

You smirked, leaning closer until your faces were inches apart. “Who said I wanted you to play it cool?”

Her eyes darkened, her gaze flickering to your lips. The air between you crackled with tension, and for a moment, the rest of the world seemed to fade away. The music, the crowd, the flashing lights—none of it mattered. There was only her.

“You’re dangerous,” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the pounding bass. “You know that, right?”

“Takes one to know one,” you shot back, your voice equally soft.

Her lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. “You’re gonna be trouble for me, aren’t you?”

“Guess you’ll have to stick around to find out,” you replied, tilting your head slightly in challenge.

Vi didn’t answer right away. Instead, she closed the remaining distance between you, her lips brushing yours in a kiss that was equal parts soft and electrifying. It was the kind of kiss that left you breathless, that made your head spin and your heart race.

When she finally pulled back, her forehead rested against yours, and her smirk was back in full force. “Yeah,” she said, her voice husky. “Definitely trouble. But I think I can handle it.”

And as you stood there, wrapped up in her, you couldn’t help but think that maybe she was right. Maybe together, you really could handle anything.

[mkeyztrm]

“Until the bed breaks”

no.

until the house falls apart.

Till my eyes are white, toes are curled, fingers gripping the bed, unable to walk, jaw locks, throat is sore, blacking out, till the bed breaks, till the cops are called, till the neighbors know our names, till I’m gasping for air, till the paint is chipping off the walls.

[lilyyy123]

Hiii this is my introduction/about me so if you wanna get to know me keep scrolling!

~My name is Lily, I'm 18 years old, I live in the uk

~I'm a Sagittarius, born in December

~im a Matt Girl Most of the time but I also love nick

~I've been watching the sturniolos since 2022

~my fav artists are Billie eilish, xxxtentacion, Tyler the creator, ken Carson, doja cat and lil skies

~my fav colour is blue 🫐🩵🦋

~I'm straight and my pronouns are she/her

~I wanna start writing fanfics and getting to know people on here so if you have any requests or questions feel free to ask in my inbox!

That's all! 🪼

[yoonyeon0]

Hi! I read some stories about Meguro and Hayami, I REALLY LIKED THEM! Can you write about Meguro? What happens if he falls in love with someone (S/O)? What will he do to get their attention? (1)

And maybe it's too much... but... What happens if Hayami and Meguro fall in love with the same person? (2) Does Meguro wake up more threatening to his "brother" or will he keep a closer eye on S/O to keep her away from Hayami? Will Hayami try to do so in order to limit S/O so that she does not communicate with Meguro?

(By the way, can you take more time to devote to Meguro's time Especially in (1)? There is enough content about him... But I want to read more about him...)

If you write, thank you, and yes, here are some virtual hugs for you 🤗

im gonna have a BLAST answering this ask so this will be in two parts; this is part one with ask 2 for some reason ?? these aren’t even that much like headcannons im so sorry

this was made on one ounce of sleep and listening to doja cat so please forgive me if this seems wonky.

Meguro Masaki and Hayami Masaki Falling in Love with The Same S/O Hcs

let’s go! (Warning, mentions of murder and slight hints at kidnapping under cut)

Starting off the bat you would have to be a hell of person to make both Hayami, the perfect yet imperfect man and Meguro, the crying killer fall in love with you. But I digress.

˚ ༘`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

Hayami was probably was the first to fall in love. He was definitely making no moves and was just watching from a distance untill he sees a glimpse of his original - or brother if you would.

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Meguro was probably looking up at you like a puppy and if you didn’t notice his eyes, they had intensifying amounts of lust and love.

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I have a feeling that Meguro wanted to see how love felt and the only person he knew that was in love was his brother. So naturally he went to see you to see what all the commotion was about and he obviously didn’t regret it.

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I have a feeling that if you weren’t the first person to have Hayami and Meguro, it would’ve kept happening to other people mostly because they’re basically the same, both mentally and physically, they most likely have the same taste.

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Getting back on track, I think Hayami would confront Meguro driven by jealousy and frustration. Of course he still has his kind smile on but if you were smart enough to look past that, his face would’ve been a whole other type of ugly.

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Of course you can expect a fight to break out. I mean, it’s two big buff men who have experience in judo. But just to mention, this fight is definitely not judo - just a slug fest.

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I feel like that fight would’ve ended up in a draw. Even though no one won that fight, it still didn’t mean that they could win the war.

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So here come the advances. Hayami leaves his slow approach and rushes inside of the pursuit. He definitely spends his time around you, not that you mind but it’s definitely weird.

˚ ༘`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

Hayami definitely quits acting like Hayami. He gets more jealous, protective, and suspicious about people around you. Definitely don’t bring Meguro up. Even his fake smile that he struggles to keep up will definitely fall.

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Now Meguro on the other hand becomes more nicer surprisingly. He does this to be able to take you under his wing but obviously his idea of nice isn’t your idea of nice. He sometimes licks you and stuff and you’re definitely baffled each and every time.

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But he definitely keeps a close watch. Any advances that Hayami makes will be watched carefully and calculated (this is a lie, we all know that Meguro can’t calculate for shit 😞)

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Now, im fully convinced that no one else can go between this fight - and I mean by another guy trying to rizz you up. That would end up TERRIBLY.

˚ ༘`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

I’ll just say it now, this won’t be healthy. Even if you get in a relationship with either of them, it won’t be completely healthy (Hayami could somewhat be healthy but the state he is in right now, healthy is far from it).

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So please excuse the next few head cannons, it’s gonna get dark from now on.

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Now if another guy tries to get all touchy with you - which can I mention is the dumbest thing to do. If you see two buff men fighting over ONE person, you should NEVER approach that person in question 🧍.

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Anyways the short version of the story is that either Meguro or Hayami is gonna ☠️ him.

˚ ༘`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

The more long version is it that probably started with Hayami noticing it. I told you he got super observant and of course he noticed this so quickly.

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First thing Hayami does is tells him to not talk to you because you and him are in a ‘relationship’. Now obviously Hayami doesn’t actually think that, it’s just a tactic to get this guy off your back.

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Now let’s say the guy has no common sense. He’ll keep pushing his luck. That doesn’t end good.

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Now Meguro catches on. This is bad, terrible honestly. That guy is found dead a day after Meguro realizes that there’s other competitors.

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And don’t worry, you’re not a dumbass in this story. Obviously you take a run for it because you’re slowly realizing the danger of the situation. But you don’t run far unfortunately. You probably got caught by Meguro and Hayami. It was just combination of connections and searching.

(extra a/n: by run i mean by like on the run - not actually running)

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Now, i have a feeling that once the two find out that other people want to take you too, they will agree on one thing. Sharing you. Now this is when it gets a little bit more complicated.

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Sharing you definitely meant that they both had you. Which is not easy whatsoever. You can guess the conditions from then on.

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anyway I think I’ve gone blank minded. I have nothing else to give on this 🧍 this is lowkey giving yandere…that wasn’t my intention WHATSOEVER. but I can’t rewrite this it’s too long 😞 anyways pt. 2 will come tmmrw or something

𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙤𝙣! 𝘿𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠.

[annieforuu]

MASTER LIST

Gossip girl x reader

Doja Cat x reader x Joseph Quinn

Doja cat x reader x Joseph Quinn cute

What is Like dating doja cat and Joseph Quinn

Jake weeber etc..

Jake Webber x reader

Johnny Gilbert

Tara yummy hedcannons

tara yummy x raeder fluff

Kalgorea sisters

Eliana kalgora and Noah cute fluff

Sunday x fem reader cute fluff💕

demetra kaligeras cute

Eliana kalgorea and Noah

Demetriasmut part two

Sundayfluff

Sunday smut

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LMAO Y’ALL SAW THE JOSEPH QUINN AND DOJA CAT VID HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHH WHY’D IT TAKE 2 YEARS UNTIL THEY GOT TOGETHER THO??? 😭😭

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who’s brave enough to write about sitting on kate martin’s face?