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@cinnam0ins
Hey, I’m cinna. This blog is my space for the things I love—stories, aesthetics, and random thoughts. Stick around if you want, or don’t. Either way, welcome.
ABOUT ME !
mbti : infj enneagram : idk pls someone help me birthday : 21st march zodiac sign : aries country : Belgium
i will mostly write about sasuke, levi and maybe naruto !!
it’s all, don’t hesitate to send me messages or comments and english is not my first language.
You said “We need to talk” to JJK Men 😭
Toji
He’s in the kitchen, casually cleaning his blade, humming off-key. Shirtless. (Because of course.)
You lean on the counter. “Toji, we need to talk.”
He stops mid-motion. Turns his head very slowly.
“…What the hell did I do now?”
You: “Nothing! I just—”
“Don’t lie, that’s the line you drop before breaking up with someone.” He sets the knife down, hands raised in mock surrender. “If this is about that girl at the bar, I already told you she just asked for the time—”
You: “WHAT girl at the bar—”
“Shit.”
You stare. He sighs. “See? This is why I hate talking. Every ‘talk’ turns into me sleeping on the couch.”
You: “You don’t even own a couch, Toji.”
He squints. “…Exactly.”
You groan. “Oh my god, I just wanted to tell you my mom’s coming over tomorrow.”
There’s a pause.
Then his eyes widen in real horror. “That’s worse.”
He immediately grabs his things. “Tell her I died.”
You: “TOJI—”
But he’s already halfway out the window, mumbling, “I fought sorcerers for a living and still—your mom’s scarier.”
Sukuna
You: “Sukuna, we need to talk.”
He freezes. Not visibly, but enough that you feel it. The cursed energy in the room spikes about ten degrees.
“…What did you just say?”
You repeat, innocently, “We need to talk.”
His grin falters. “Talk about what?”
You shrug. “Just talk.”
There’s silence. Then—“Hah.” He laughs, but it sounds strained. “You think you can scare me with that tone? I’ve slaughtered gods, brat.”
He’s rambling.
Actually rambling.
“Unless…” he narrows his eyes. “You found another mf, didn’t you? Y’know what I’d just kill him”.
You: “Sukuna, calm down, it’s not—”
“Don’t tell me to calm down!” He’s pacing now, muttering to himself. “First she says she likes my second mouth, then suddenly we ‘need to talk.’ Which mouth did something wrong? The top one or the one on my hand—?”
You: “I just wanted to ask what we’re eating tonight.”
He blinks.
Then just stares at you for a solid five seconds.
“…You’re lucky you’re cute,” he grumbles, plopping back down.
Under his breath: “Almost killed a man”
Satoru
He’s lying upside down on the couch, sunglasses barely hanging off his nose, snacking on chips at 2 p.m.
You: “Satoru, we need to talk.”
The chips freeze mid-air.
He blinks once.
“…Did I forget your birthday again?”
“No.”
“Anniversary?”
“No.”
He sits up so fast his shades fly off. “Wait—did you find the receipts from that shopping trip? Because listen—”
You squint. “What shopping trip?”
He gasps. “Forget I said that.”
You: “What shopping trip, Gojo?”
He’s already speedrunning excuses like a man under interrogation.
“It’s fine, baby, everything’s fine. No one died. Unless this is about the toaster, in which case—”
“THE WHAT—”
He winces. “Okay, maybe the toaster’s in a different dimension. But that’s not important!”
You: “I just wanted to tell you the laundry’s still wet.”
Silence.
He stares.
Then dramatically flops face-first into a pillow.
“Unbelievable. You can’t say things like that to a man with abandonment issues.”
You: “It’s laundry, Satoru.”
He mumbles into the pillow, “Didn’t sound like laundry. Sounded like heartbreak.”
Then, after a long pause—
“So… we’re good?”
You: “We’re fine.”
He perks up instantly, grin returning. “Great! Then let’s have sex!”
You: “Absolutely not.”
He gasps. “Wow. So we do need to talk.”
Suguru
He’s sitting on the edge of the couch in loose gray sweatpants, hair undone and falling over his shoulders, reading something on his phone. There’s a soft hum in the air — incense maybe — and he looks utterly at peace.
You: “Suguru, we need to talk.”
He glances up lazily, eyes calm, tone even.
“Alright,” he says simply, like you just asked him to pass the remote.
You blink. “That’s it?”
He hums again, still scrolling. “Mhm.”
“No panic? No ‘what did I do’?”
Finally, he sets the phone down and looks at you — really looks. The corners of his mouth lift ever so slightly. “Should I be panicking?”
You huff. “You’re supposed to at least look nervous. That’s how people react when they hear that line.”
He leans back, one arm resting along the back of the couch, expression completely unreadable. “You forget,” he says softly, “I actually listen when you talk. If you were about to leave me, your voice would sound different.”
You squint. “You’re just saying that.”
He chuckles — a quiet, rich sound that makes your chest tighten. “Am I?”
You fold your arms. “You’re impossible. I was trying to scare you.”
He gets up then, slow and deliberate, every step a quiet threat wrapped in silk. He stops in front of you, close enough that you can smell the faint sweetness of his shampoo.
His hair’s loose, strands brushing his shoulders, framing that infuriatingly calm face. He reaches up, thumb brushing along your cheek, tilting your face toward him.
“I know you inside out,” he murmurs, voice low, steady, and devastatingly sure.
And before you can roll your eyes or say something smart, he leans in and presses a lazy, teasing kiss to your lower lip — barely there, just enough to make your breath hitch.
You blink up at him, heat crawling up your face.
He smiles against your mouth, smug and quiet.
“See?” he whispers. “Predictable.”
You glare, whispering back, “You’re so annoying.”
He moves past you, you look back and see him winking saying “mhm”
You open your mouth to argue, but he’s already walking away, muttering over his shoulder, “Next time, just say you missed me.
Nanami
You: “Kento, we need to talk.”
He looks up immediately, eyebrows slightly furrowed. “You sound… serious. Is something wrong?”
You: “We just need to talk.”
He sets his pen down very carefully, like he’s handling an explosive. “Alright. Go ahead.”
You hesitate. He watches you with quiet patience, but you can almost see the mental gears turning.
“Did I forget a date? Did I say something careless? Did Gojo visit you again?”
You blink. “What? No.”
He exhales in visible relief. “Good. Because I can only handle one emotionally draining man per day.”
You: “Kento, I—”
He straightens his tie, bracing himself. “If you’re leaving me, please be concise about it. I’ve had a long day.”
You burst out laughing. “I’m not leaving you! I just wanted to say you left your coffee mug in the car again.”
He stares for a moment. Then pinches the bridge of his nose.
“…You nearly shaved five years off my lifespan.”
You: “I said we need to talk!”
“Yes,” he mutters, standing to retrieve his coat, “but next time, please say ‘we need to talk about your mug.’ I’m too old for riddles.”
You grin. “You’re thirty-two.”
He gives you a pointed look. “Exactly.”
Tehee reblogs appreciated!!
Who else should I write it with? 🤔
Like get me out of here its so ghettoo
MY BIGGEST HOLD ME BACK
AT THE SAME DAMN TIME
(prints available in bio)
MY SHAYLAAAAAAA 🥹
DOES ANYONE KNOW BRANDS THAT SELL THAT TYPE OF CLOTHING PLSSS ? IM BEGGING 🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️(not shein or temu this is pure bullshit)
The odd feeling of not knowing you but somehow knowing you’re special.
MY BABYYYY !! PLEASE I NEED SOME NEW FICS 🙏🏼🙏🏼
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BBG SASUKE
In a world of AO3 warriors, I'm forever a Tumblr Trooper...
𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵, 𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘩𝘢 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 ₊˚.༄
(English is not my first language, enjoy !!)
It happened during his 14th birthday. Sasuke used to scoff when someone mentioned plans for their birthday and he didn’t give much importance to his either but this summer was an exception.
He had a best friend. The only one that a man can need in life. Believe it or not, she was the light of his life. So stunning that he couldn't put into words what he felt for her. So for that reason, or perhaps out of denial, he continued to name her as a friend.
But unfortunately, he wasn’t the only boy who found her attractive, she had almost the entire village at her feet. Plus, she was two years older than him and she was a true genius. Yeah, sometimes he felt small next to her but she quickly made him understand that that didn’t count and that he was her dearest friend. She always did.
At six when his dad rejected him, who was there for him ? Her
At seven, when Itachi killed his entire family, who was there for him ? Her
At eight, when he was desperately finding sense to life, who brought him a new sense for him to live ? Her, again
It didn’t stop here, now that he is a ninja, she noticed that he was frustrated. She directly knew that was because of his blonde teammate, Naruto Uzumaki.
So one day, as his birthday drew near, she find him in a clearing empty of people but brimming with wilderness. After insisting like crazy, he finally nodded at her idea.
He remembered the way that his hand felt in her soft hand, the way she laughed and yapped about “all the things” they were going to do, her eyes sparkling with excitement— and maybe a bit of love — and the way her lips twisted into a smile.
Her lips. Every single time, he cannot help but letting his gaze lingering on her lips. He already had wet dreams about her, how can he not ? He was a teenager after all. Sasuke even rummaged in her bedroom while she was in the toilet, to find her lip balm that she always use. He applied the pink texture to his own lips, before he licked it all and quickly put the balm back in the case when he heard her coming back.
When they arrived, the place didn’t have something in particular. A forest, overlooking a lake, while vegetation here and there dangled in the air.
They sat down, but she lay quickly down and he remained seated.
The lake lay before them, illuminated by daylight, a sight that Sasuke devoured with his eyes.
She started to speak first, she always did.
“You’re becoming a man now !”
He raised an eyebrow, turning his head to look at her, and she laughed. The sun reflected luminous pink rays on her features. God, she was as beautiful as the nature.
“Sorry, that really sounded like an old lady” she got on her elbows, moving closer. “I’m going straight to the point, have you ever kissed a girl ?”
She said that so naturally that his brain stopped working for a few seconds. Then, his cheeks took a nasty shade of red.
“W-what.. Why are you asking me such weird questions ! You’re really strange girl”
“Come on don’t act innocent, I know you want to kiss me”
Then she smiled and her eyes were locked in his eyes. He could spend hours looking at her beautiful eyes, but not now !
Sasuke felt incredibly awkward, so awkward that he wanted to leave. But before he can do anything, she grabbed his collar and smacked her lips into his. His eyes widened but her eyes were closed, so he did as she did.
Her hands were cupping his cheeks, her thumb slowly traced the line of his jaw. He didn’t know what to do, the poor guy was lost. So he instinctively moved his hand to her waist.
And as if that wasn't upsetting enough for the young Uchiha, he felt her tongue caress his lips. In response, he accidentally opened his mouth.
But he didn't regret it. They were teens, trying to grow up too fast. Their only experiences have been her secretly watching erotic films on DVDs that she found hidden under her brother’s bed, and him simply hearing some boastful guy talking about them. And this guy couldn't even attract a mosquito.
When they broke the kiss, a trickle of saliva still connected their mouth. She cut it with her fingers. The warm breeze made her hair fluttered, clearing her face rosy from the sun— and from him.
They stayed here, saying nothing for what it felt like eternity before she spoke.
“All you have to do is ask”
me if reading fanfiction were illegal
I still don't get why people get mad at smut writers? Like I am sorry that I want to suck Levi Ackerman's dick and make him rearrange my guts.
unpopular opinion : i hate fics where luigi cheats on his girlfriend with the reader ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
Luigi signing our marriage certificate
YALL ARE SO CREATIVE 😭
