#marito jin smut

[doumadono]

Warnings: smut w/o plot, fem!Reader, doggy style, spanking

Synopsis: fuming with anger after losing to Kenichirou, Marito heads back to the Siguma Squad base. There's only one way to help him de-stress, and you're more than ready to help

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As you sat on the worn-out couch in the Siguma Squad base, your heart raced with fear.

Marito, the leader of the Siguma Squad, had just returned to the base after a heated confrontation with his archenemy, Kenichirou. Another confrontation with his greatest foe had left him feeling defeated and humiliated. His fists clenched and unclenched as he tried to suppress the rage that threatened to consume him. His body was drenched in sweat and his breaths were heavy, filled with rage and frustration. "I need a release," Marito muttered under his breath, pacing back and forth through a spacious chamber.

You could see the adrenaline coursing through his veins. As you approached Marito, you could see a storm raged in his eyes, a tempest of anger and hurt. You steeled yourself, knowing you must act carefully. "Easy there, tiger," you whispered, trying to calm him down, rubbing your hands up and down his robust chest.

But Marito had other ideas. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer to him. His rough hands slid up your skirt, finding their way to your cotton panties. It turned out there was a damp spot on them already. "Ah, you're already wet for me," he snarled, his fingers exploring your folds after pushing your panties aside.

You moaned softly, surrendering to his touch. You understood that when he was filled with anger like that, there was only one way to ease his tension. Sex.

Marito wasted no time, tearing off your panties and unzipping his pants with a shaking hand.

He pushed you down on the couch, your chest pressed against the cool leather. Marito roughly grabbed your hips, positioning himself behind you after pushing his dark pants down his legs.

You felt his hard cock probing your entrance, threatening to plunge deep inside you.

"Oh, tiger…" you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper.

He didn't need any more encouragement - your voice was so sweet that his hard cock twitched uncontrollably. With a powerful thrust, he buried himself inside you, filling you to the brim. "Fuuuck," he grunted, delivering a harsh spank to your left ass cheek. "Always so fucking wet and tight." Marito started pounding you hard, his hips slapping against your ass with each brutal stroke.

You cried out with pleasure, the sound of your moans mixing with the sound of your skin slapping together.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Marito growled, his hands gripping your hips tighter. He began spanking you, the sound of his hand connecting with your flesh echoing through the room. He lifted your short skirt, raising it over your hips to watch his dick covered in your slick moving in and out of your pussy. "Yeah, fuck yeah."

You yelped with each strike, the pain only adding to the pleasure. "Harder, Marito, harder," you begged, pushing back against him.

He obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, his spanks more brutal. Marito reached around, finding your clit with his fingers. He began rubbing it in circles, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. He then pulled you closer, his other hand reaching for the small of your back. He grabbed a handful of your ass, squeezing it as he pushed into you, staying still for a second or two, only to start fucking you hard again, watching your ass jiggle with every thrust he delivered.

You could feel your orgasm building, your velvety muscles clenching around his cock. "Tiger, 'm gonna cum," you moaned, your voice barely above a whisper as you went lower on your hands, sticking your ass more to him.

"Cum for me, babe," he growled, his fingers moving faster.

The couch creaked under your combined weight, threatening to give way any moment.

You could feel Marito's cock swelling inside your pussy, and you knew he was close too. You pushed back against him more, meeting each thrust with one of your own. "Yes!" you cried out as you came, your pussy clenching around his throbbing cock.

Marito followed soon after, his cock twitching inside you as he filled you with his sticky cum. "Fuck, I needed that," he whispered, his lips finding your neck.

You smiled, your body still trembling with pleasure as you looked at him above your shoulder. "I always know how to calm you down."

Marito chuckled, pulling out of you, spreading your ass cheeks to watch his cum seeping out of your pussy. "Yeah, you do, babe." Jin stood up from the couch, readjusting his pants, tucking his flaccid cock in them, and stretching like a cat. "Forgot how tiring sex can be. I'm hungry. Want some maji kebab?"

[amyrahrose]

⋇Content warning: Adult theme, sexual theme, no mentions of unprotected sex, but implied (wrap it up!).

•Author's note: 18 and under, GET TA STEPPIN! Slightly proofread (so not too much on me 🤣)Just a short, simple, to the point drabble with Marito from Bucchigiri (It's something about this man that makes me just wanna devour him 😫). Hope you guys enjoy 🤎

Marito is definitely a cocky motherfucker when he’s balls deep in it. It gets his rocks off watching you squirm underneath him, feeling your walls clamp down around his dick, and hearing you moan and whimper, asking him to slow down or stop from how deep he was in you. 

“C’mon princess, I know you can take it. Be a good girl for me and take all of daddy.” He says while he’s giving you the meanest thrusts you’ve ever received. Holding the inner part of your thighs, he presses your legs towards your chest while he rolls his hips in slow, teasing circles, bottoming you out. 

“Shit baby, this pussy is so good, and all for me.” He emphasized each word with a deep thrust into your sopping folds. Head throw back in bliss, Marito never gets bored of you. 

Marito loves when he places his hand on your stomach, pressing down to feel his dick print while he rams in and out of you, sending shock waves through your body and pussy. 

“Feel me here baby? Feel how deep daddy’s dick is in you?” He asks with a raspy voice. 

You can only whimper out in response, brain going to mush from the pleasure of his ministrations and the tip of his dick grazing over your g-spot.

Letting a groan escape from his throat at the feel of your wet,gummy walls sucking him in, he knew it’ll only be a matter of seconds before your orgasm came crashing over you. 

“Your gonna cum for me baby? Let go for me, let daddy feel you. Don’t hold back either.” He orders, still delivering hard thrusts to your pussy as his hand travels down to the lower part of your abdomen, applying more pressure. 

The intensity of your orgasm came un done the moment his other hand went towards your swollen clit, flicking and pinching the sensitive bud. 

The moment the band within your stomach snapped, you released all that you had to give him, pussy spasming uncontrollably while your juices came squirting out, covering your lower half and his. 

“Good girl, good fucking girl. That’s it. Let it all out for daddy.” Marito moaned out as his own orgasm were a few pumps away. 

Head thrown back groaning, Marito released a huge load within you, his seed painting your walls white. 

Licking his lips sinfully as he pulled out of you slowly, mesmerized at his cum and your juices slowly dripping out your pussy, he looked back up to you while smirking. 

“On all fours now princess, Daddy wants another round.”

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"Movies" Marito x Outa (NSFW)

I haven't just the spelling bc im lazy sooo here you go smut with no plot lol

Marito and Outa lounged on the plush couch, their bodies sinking into the soft cushions as they watched the horror movie unfold on the large screen in front of them. The flickering lights cast eerie shadows across their faces, highlighting their sharp cheekbones and piercing gazes. Marito's lime green and black hair cascaded down his back, the strands gloing under the dim light of the room. Outa's dark blue eyes were fixated on the screen, his muscular physique tense with anticipation. The movie reached its climax, the two actors engaging in a passionate love scene. Marito let out a low chuckle, turning to look at Outa with a smirk on his face. "Looks fun, doesn't it?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Outa raised an eyebrow, his gaze never leaving the screen. "You think so?" he asked, his tone low and husky. Marito's heart skipped a beat at the suggestive tone in Outa's voice. He leaned in closer, his lips brshing against Outa's ear as he whispered, "I bet you'd look even better doing it." Outa turned to look at Marito, his dark blue eyes blazing with desire. He leaned in, capturing Marito's lips in a searing kiss. Marito moaned, his body responding to Outa's touch. Without breaking the kiss, Outa stood up, pulling Marito up with him. He led Marito to the bedroom, his movements confident and sure. Marito followed, his heart pounding in his chest. Once in the bedroom, Outa pushed Marito down onto the bed, his movements rough and demanding. Marito's heart raced as he looked up at Outa, his piercing green eyes filled with desire. Outa wasted no time, stripping Marito of his clothes with rough, urgent movments. Marito's body was bared to him, his muscular chest and abs on display. Outa's gaze raked over Marito's body, taking in every inch of his exposed skin. Marito's cock was already hard, throbbing with need. Outa wrapped his hand around it, giving it a firm squeeze. Marito moaned, his hips bucking up towards Outa's hand. Outa leaned down, his lips finding Marito's again. He kissed him deeply, his tongue exploring Marito's mouth. Marito moaned, his body writhing underneath Outa's. Outa broke the kiss, his gaze locked onto Marito's. "I'm going to fuck you," he said, his voice low and husky. Marito nodded, his body trembling with anticipation. Outa reached for the lube, slicking up his fingers before slowly inserting them into Marito's ass. Marito moaned, his body adjusting to the intrusion. Outa worked his fingers in and out of Marito's ass, preparing him for his cock. Marito's body was on fire, his cock throbbing with need. Finally, Outa was ready. He positioned himself at Marito's entrance, his cock throbbing with need. Marito looked up at him, his green eyes filled with desire. Outa thrust into Marito, his cock filling him up completely. Marito moaned, his body adjusting to the intrusion. Outa began to move, his thrusts rough and demanding. Marito's body moved in time with Outa's, his hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. Outa's cock hit his prostate with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Marito's orgasm built up inside him, his body trembling with need. Outa's thrusts became faster and harder, his body slapping against Marito's. Marito's orgasm hit him like a wave, his body trembling as he came hard. Outa followed suit, his cock throbbing as he filled Marito's ass with his seed. They lay there, their bodies spent and sated. Outa pulled out of Marito, collapsing onto the bed beside him. Marito turned to look at him, a satisfied smile on his face. "That was... amazing," Marito said, his voice hoarse. Outa chuckled, pulling Marito close to him. "I told you you'd look good doing it," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. Marito smiled, snuggling closer to Outa. "I'll have to take your word for it," he said, his eyes closing as he drifted off to sleep.

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Arajin Tomoshibi/f!Reader/Marito Jin

Summary: A misunderstanding leads Arajin to realizing he's not quite over his crush on you; it's even harder ignoring his own feelings when you also manage to peak his volatile boyfriend's interest. A/N: This takes place in a AU without magic and honki people. Suggestive language, but no smut: part 2 coming soon! Enjoy! wc: 2.3k

“Let Arajin go!”

Marito felt something smack the back of his head, right dead center of his bun; he slowly turns enough to see you holding a ladle high above your head. You flinched, but held the utensil higher. Arajin shrugged off Marito’s arm; his soul might have ascended from his body, seeing you standing in the middle of the street.

“What are you doing?!”

“It’s okay; you start running, I’ll hold this jerk off!” Your knees shake, threatening to buckle under you at the glare Marito is casting your way. “Run!”

“Wa-wait! It’s not what you think!” Arajin sputters, hands raised as he gets between you and Marito. “What are you even doing here? Mom said you were on serving duty today; just go back to the restaurant-”

“Ara-teen, do you know this little beast?” Marito’s lips form a slow, cold smile. “That must be it; otherwise, I sure hope she has a good reason for attacking me so rudely on our date.”

“Date?” You blink, lowering the ladle to your chest. “Arajin, you…know this guy? So, he’s not bullying you?”

About ten minutes prior, you, a server at the Chu Chu Chinese Restaurant, had been tossing a couple of trash bags out in the dumpster when your eyes spied Arajin walking past with someone you didn’t know. The taller boy’s arm was slung over Arajin’s shoulders and he was talking animatedly, but your immediate assumption was that this stranger was shaking down Arajin for money or favors. You didn’t know at the time Marito Jin was in fact a gang leader, but currently you’re apologizing profusely for your “attack”; Arajin and Marito sat across from each other at an empty table as you explained to them what was going through your mind.

“I feel so dumb.” You bow your head in Marito’s direction specifically. “I really am sorry, I jumped to conclusions; I’ve been worried about Arajin having a tough time at school and I guess…I assumed the worst. I’m so sorry, Jin-san.”

“I’ll let it go this time.” Marito says coolly, barely glancing your way. “I wouldn’t normally let you live after such an offense, but for Ara-teen’s sake, I’ll excuse your rudeness.”

Arajin gulped: there’s no way he can tell you Marito is actually not only a juvenile delinquent but a dangerous psycho. No, it’s better you don’t get involved in any of this; Arajin’s known you most of his life. His mother and yours had been friends forever and when your mother passed, you had been all but adopted. You made ends meet working at Chu Chu; you were earnest and hard working but something of a worry wart, at least when it came to Arajin.

“You really don’t have to worry about me,” Arajin tries to sound casual and breezy as you set down two cups of hot tea. “Marito might seem scary but he is a…well, he’s very…he would never, uh…” 

Okay, maybe it’s dishonest to try and tell you Marito is a “good” person but Arajin really doesn’t want you to be concerned; if anything, he knows Marito is going to be the first person to throw down on his behalf should anyone even try to hurt him. Now, whether or not Marito will be inflicting any of that pain himself, that’s something Arajin can’t quite say for sure. 

“Is your head okay?” You look around Marito’s head; you lightly touch the spot you made contact with. “I can get you some ice.”

“Wow, you are wound up tight.” Marito slaps your hand away, but it’s more of a light swat than anything. “Ara-teen, tell her to calm down and bring us food; it’s bad enough our date got interrupted, I’m starving.” he whined as you left to fetch them some appetizers. “Also, you didn’t ask how my head was…”

“You said it didn’t hurt though,” Arajin grumbles under his breath, blowing on his tea. “I can’t believe this. What on earth was she thinking?”

“Is she your guard dog? A little beast like her couldn’t hurt a fly.” Marito snickers, teeth baring wolfishly. “Don’t tell me she thinks you need her to protect you.”

“It’s more like…she’d step in to help anyone.” Arajin smiles a little himself; he remembers how hard you were shaking, the real fear behind your bold glare. “She’s crazy, that girl.”

“Hey, who are we talking about here?” You come back to their table with two plates loaded up with food. “Arajin, so mean.”

“No, I didn’t mean it how it sounded!” Arajin scrambles to explain himself. “You were really cool back there actually.”

“Aw, come on, you and I both know I’m useless in a fight; that was all a bluff.” You address Marito. “Besides, he’s the one who looks cool. I really like your hair and piercings.”

“Flattery won’t get you on my good side.” 

“No, I’m serious.” You tell him with some surprise. “I’m sure you get this a lot, but you could be a model or something; of course, Arajin’s still the cutest. He’s off the charts when it comes to being a cutie pie.”

“Ugh, don’t make fun of me.” 

“Come on, no need to be modest in front of your date.” You tease. “He knows what I’m talking about, right Jin-san?”

“I’m an expert.” Marito agrees, fixing Arajin with a knowing look. “You should see how cute he looks when-”

“KNOCK IT OFF!”

“Soooo scary!” Marito cackles. “Is your face red from anger? Or something else?”

“You’re both awful.”

Arajin scoffs but inwardly he’s getting…tingly. It’s almost like both you and Marito are flirting with him, giving him all this attention. He has to remind himself you’re just being nice.

Marito takes a chicken skewer and tears a bite of juicy meat off with a satisfied hum. “Hm, these are different.”

“Oh that one is my recipe.” You grin. “Arajin, do you like it?”

“It’s delicious.” 

“Yay!”

Arajin feels his chest swell at the look of pride on your face; honestly he would happily swallow unseasoned glass shards by the spoonful if you asked him to. You were wrong: if anyone’s cute it’s you. God, he’s only been back for a few months; Arajin thought by now you wouldn’t have the same effect on him, especially now he’s seeing someone. To be fair, with Marito he wasn’t exactly given a choice, but still. 

“Feed me, Ara-teen!” Marito leans over the table and points to his open mouth. “I want a dumpling.”

“You have hands!” 

Arajin’s cheeks flush and he hopes you don’t notice. He uses his chopsticks to take a dumpling and pops it into his mouth, ignoring Marito’s whimper, but hunger wins out and he takes a dumpling for himself. 

“Here, don’t forget the sauce.” Arajin slides the bottle over to Marito. “You always eat too fast and forget to use it.”

“Aw, thanks honey~”

“Don’t. Call. Me. That.”

“Yum!” Marito licks his lips eagerly. “These really hit the spot.”

“I hope you like them; I still feel bad about earlier, so I doubled the portion.” You smile sweetly, hands clasped to your chest. “I made them with lots and lots of love, just for you two!”

Arajin almost chokes when your hands form a heart shape; Marito pauses mid bite as you shoot them with a “love beam” and giggle childishly. 

“Chu!” You blow them a kiss. “Please let me know if you want anything else; have fun on your date, Arajin-it was nice to meet you, Jin-san.”

Arajin can barely stop himself from staring as the skirt of your uniform flounces around your thighs and your hips sway with every step.

“I see how it is.” Marito leans over the table with a sly smile. “Ara-teen, bad boy. You’re practically family, aren’t ya? Does she know about your little crush? Or were you childhood sweethearts? Don’t say it’s so, I’ll be jealous.”

“No, no, no! We’re barely friends, my mom knew her mom, she’s just…”

But Arajin can tell Marito isn’t buying his excuses; of course he’s thought about you that way. 

“I liked her.” Arajin confesses quietly. “She’s cute and she's a good person: I admire her, that's all."

Cute, brave, sweet, and only the most perfect girl and Arajin knows he doesn’t have a chance in hell. Besides, you don’t see him that way; he might as well be your kid brother, the way you fuss and act so protectively. 

“I can see it now: two love birds who grew up together, getting married and running this place, a few kids maybe, real domestic. Blegh.” Marito rolls his eyes. “I bet your mom would be thrilled; is she planning the wedding? You're not just playing with me to pass the time, are ya?”

“You know mom likes you; you shocked her maybe, but she thinks you're funny and cool.” Arajin replies with a small smile. "Not that she wouldn't be happy with anyone as long as they treat me well. The only thing that would make the old hag happier is maybe if you and I and-”

“We all got together? You, me, and that little beast?” Marito picks up a dumpling, almost gingerly with his chopsticks, inspecting it with an odd half smile. “Nah, more like…a nervous little kitten who doesn’t know how to use her claws yet. She needs training.” 

Arajin watches Marito carefully; he’s been acting off all afternoon. More so, at least. 

"You heard what she said: besides, she hates fighting." Arajin remarks, passing Marito the whole plate of skewers. "Go on, these are your favorite right?"

"They're best when you make 'em though." Marito winks, basically salivating as he picks up another stick. "I bet you've had a lot of her cooking, huh?"

"Why do you keep bringing the conversation back to her?" Arajin sighs; his teas gone cold but he's too anxious to call you back over to bring more. "My mom teaches her and she has me for a guinea pig. Actually when she started cooking it was awful."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, always over salted or undercooked or burned, you name it." Arajin recalls various failed dishes he had been assigned to taste test. "She'd do it over and over again though. It was important to her. Mom would tell her food can be an expression of personality; I guess that's why she put so much effort into doing better."

Every time, you would go to him with a hopeful spark in your eyes; even now you're self conscious about how your food tastes. Arajin would say the practice paid off, but considering he would consume poison made with your painstaking care, maybe he's not the one you should've been going to for critiques.

"Her food tastes like her." Marito smacks his lips in satisfaction. "I taste it."

"The saying isn't really literal." Arajin smiles in exasperation. "What are you even tasting?"

Marito leans his chin on his hand; he has a much more subdued expression and the abrupt change on his demeanor isn't lost on Arajin. Marito is being serious.

"Filling warmth."

"Filling...warmth?"

"It's kinda like," Marito drawls. "There's heat in my belly; I already ate so much, I know I shouldn't eat more, but I can't get enough. Don't ya taste it?"

"Yeah, well," Arajin scratches his cheek. "I'd say it's comforting? Something like that."

“So, you do have a crush."

"Marito, lower your voice please!"

"Says the one squealing like a little girl; gotta say, I’m a bit disappointed in you, Ara-teen. All this time and you never tried to claim her? Normally you woulda been kissin' her ass and the ground she walks on, but you're holding back?” Marito asks, almost as if he’s genuinely curious. “You’re so odd: fiery and bold one minute and all shy and timid the next.”

“I mean, we’re…together now, so what does it matter? Come on, it's not funny, Marito. We're on a date but you keep trying to-to goad me into flirting or something.” Arajin glances around, but no one seems to be paying them any mind. “You act like you want me to make a move on her.”

“Maybe I do.”

Arajin watches, gaping as Marito sinks his teeth into the last dumpling; he’s staring towards where you’re speaking with his mother behind the bar counter. You’re nodding, looking fairly serious now, at the ready and eager to help. Arajin can feel his heart fluttering again and he jumps when Marito’s foot slides to tap his own under the table; Arajin looks up but Marito’s eyes are still on you, a strained smile playing on his lips, as if he's trying to not laugh. 

Although everything on the table has been devoured already, Arajin wouldn't know it from the hungry way Marito scans your face, the way his tongue darts out as if to savor any trace left of the meal you had brought them. He looks ready to lick the empty plate clean: except, his eyes are still on you.

Arajin squirms in his seat and at the same moment, you seem to have noticed them staring. You wave sweetly, smiling at them; Arajin could dissolve into a puddle as Marito reaches under the table to grasp at his knee.

"Hey, ya know what we oughta do? Let's adopt a kitten."

"What?!" Arajin gasps, words cut off as Marito slides his wandering hand further to his thigh. "Stop teasing, this really, really, isn't funny..."

“I thought you liked when I teased you?" Marito giggles maniacally. "Anyway, she did say with lots and lots of love for us. Or are you so worked up you can't remember?"

"I don't think she meant..I-I couldn't-"

"Please, Ara-teen? Pretty, pretty please?" Marito coos and simpers; there's a hint of pink rising in his pale cheeks. “I wanna play with that kitten.”

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the content.

yadda yadda independent roleplay blog featuring canon characters from all sorts of media. you curate the content you want to see. mature and dead dove content will be featured on this blog without tagging. pro doing whatever the hell you want since this is fiction and a hobby. two thumbs up when it comes to smut, but it comes with conditions.

the babes.

∙ work in progress character info sheet is located here. ∙ Kim Hong-jin "Horangi" — Call of Duty ∙ Piers Nivans — Resident Evil ∙ Roy Harper "Arsenal" — DC Prime Earth ∙ Cole Cash "Grifter" — DC Prime Earth ∙ Akihiro "Daken" — Marvel 616 ∙ Varro — Spartacus TV ∙ Lambert — Witcher games & books ∙ Olrox — Castlevania TV ∙ Nogitsune — Teen Wolf ∙ Ben Braeden — Supernatural TV ∙ Jin Marito — Bucchigiri ∙ Ryōmen Sukuna — Jujutsu Kaisen ∙ Getō Suguru — Jujutsu Kaisen ∙ Dean Winchester — Supernatural TV

the writer.

disgustingly older than 18. horridly older than 20. if i were under 25, i'd be a happy boy and bragging about it. male (he/him) and gay — just like all my muses. i am very friendly and open minded; i just have no interest being your bff or your therapist.

the rules.

1. one-liners and single paragraph threads bore me. gimme content. gimme details. furthermore, plotting is encouraged and is more certainly a two way street. 2. i am selective but going back and forth about being running a mutuals only blog. for now, non-followers can send in asks. 3. do not fucking reblog my headcanons and edits if we're not mutuals. reblog images and memes from the source; this really pisses me the fuck off if you fail to do so. if i tag you in something, you are, of course, free to reblog it from me. 4. i will not tag individual "triggers". the only thing i will tag is nsfw images as freaky!! this is pro-creativity zone. don't like something, do not follow me. 5. cut yer damn posts. tag yer fucking posts. i will not follow people who post excessive negativity and excessive mun images like it's twatter. 6. icons aren't guaranteed because they take god damn time. 7. i do keep up with the jujutsu kaisen manga on a weekly basis. please do not share leaks. i will tag all manga spoilers as spoiler alert! 8. when it comes to daken, i do not write him through his redemption/hero phase. he will only be portrayed as a villain here. 9. all of my muses are cis-male with the exception of the nogitsune who is sexless and genderless. 10. smut will only occur with male muses as all my muses are written as gay.. except akihiro who is technically pansexual in the canon. i used to be really loose when it came to smut and ended up getting bored, sooo there needs to be compatibility between us, the characters, and a fun plot built around doing da nasty. 11. nsfw memes can be sent by all mutuals even if we haven't written before or plotted. don't continue them as threads unless i've given you approval.

straight up i fucking love crossovers even if i'm not familiar with the fandom your character is from, i'll give you a shot if i find it vibes with what i got going on here. however there are some fandoms that i have no interest in or do not like, such as: animated disney shows, the vampire diaries, star wars, wwe.

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I love how a good majority of you agreed to my statement about how the Bucchigiri?! Fandom is (still kinda) lacking fanfics. And thank you to those who have made the fanfics 💋💋💋 you are feeding us well~!

.....where are the Bucchigiri?! fanfics....WHERE ARE THEY???!!!?!