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[quantumkush]

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ …to all my girlies! ”

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☹ quantumkush. don't plagiarize, don't repost or translate, don't feed to ai.

[quantumkush]

[knocking twice on a comically small microphone.] is this thing on..?

[quantumkush]

guys i am not dead i promise however im very sick rn but ong ima work on my recs in da askbox 💔💔

[quantumkush]

your blog is so cute !!! and your writing style is really fun :)

OMGGGG thank u sososo much this made me smile :DD

[galamalion]

꒰ა໒꒱ ‧₊˚ LUFFY IN THE BEDROOM！

luffy is so incredibly dumb.

he doesn't realize when you're tired out, messily eating you out without a care in the world because there's no way he's missing out on a free meal, especially not one as sweet as this one!

while your eyes are glazed over, luffy is just licking his lips and telling you how tasty you are, pulling your hips closer to his for round two. his praises don't quite reach your ears after being eaten out like a piece of fresh meat, but you can still appreciate his kisses as they pepper your skin.

he cannot get over the sound his balls make when they slap against your skin, and he goes faster and harder to hear it louder. not to mention the bulge that forms in your belly with each thrust he makes, rubbing a hand over it much to your pleasure.

cumming once just isn't enough for luffy. a primal urge demands he fills you up until you're nice and full. before he considers you full, however, he's pretty much spent, collapsing on top of you in a heap.

little aftercare is performed, not that you're in a state of mind to care, way too full of cum and tired to want at least a towel. having a boyfriend for a pillow is honestly the best thing for you in your current state.

luffy might be a little dumb, but rest assured he always delivers.

[honeytoji]

my friday night ▌ gojo satoru

summary. in canon. bdsm. brat sub! gojo. slight cbt. general themes of sadomasochism. reader's a sexy femdom here.

summary. your relationship unfolded like that: him, craving the illusion of not being the ultimate being — you, entertained by taming the godlike. he pays you 6000¥ the hour to ruin him every friday night. how could you resist when gojo satoru had such a pretty face and pretty deal to offer?

when a man collides with being divine, he comes to a point of seeking to be beaten at his own level. to be reminded what's his place in being human, a man. a thing. you can do no such feat. well, not in a way the strongest sorcerer could ever be dissected or destroyed. but... you excel at bending him over, tied hands and smart mouth shut in obedience. for one night, he pretends to lose control, having no choice but to listen and follow you. no strings attached or so he says.

the game is fun, it rounds the edge of gojo's mind for a while. it happens every friday, not a single exception. it is the day when you are the most exhausted from work, merciless and absolute best to fuck. a bit rougher, a bit looser into cruelty for a good time.

and wherever gojo goes, you will follow as long as he has more dollars to throw than problems.

he meets you within the condo where you live. you share a glass of white wine with overpriced meals and gifts he brought during the ride home. home, what an amusing wording for this little deal. there is no love, no honesty. a well done act to some, an obligation to others. the second you confirm the payment, you take the form of a wet dream. black dress that opens on the side, stilettos that kiss your ankles like snakes. you are gorgeous, you are vile.

the best thing he's ever laid eyes on. and god did he see things in this world.

(...)

gojo satoru is on his knees, hands ties behind in red ropes with his pretty face tilted up. his dress shirt has half of its buttons undone. even on the ground, he has the audacity to be truly irritable and cocky.

“don't hold back on me, dearest.” your eyes shine with promise at his words. money makes you an amazing actress. but one doesn't need acting skills to slap gojo's cheek twice. “i never allowed you to speak.” the remark is cold, your smile all deep red and passionate above your plaything's tensed body. his playfulness is no more, little pout showing after being scolded. good boy.

gojo satoru is beautiful when frustrated by words, wounded by pride. you rub the sole of your heel to his dick, brushes and drag the stiletto like a threat. he breathes out his surprise, dark leather pants already straining under the growing hard on. a miserable god turned on by violence. how very typical. every sassy comment and misbehaviour earns him a press, a slap, skin warm from assault. he smiles through half of it, hips taunt with want as he crawls a little closer. just enough for your knee to tap his sternum, the tip of your foot hurting so good you know he sees stars. “ah, babe you're so. so good. i like it when you're mean..”

when he moans lower, drool pearling at his mouth... this time, your hand is a caress to wipe away both the lipstick and prickling pain. you might act all mighty and in control but warmth pools between your legs, sticky with want at seeing the strongest sorcerer being a mess thanks to you. “i know baby… and to tell you the truth i'd let you ruin me too, i'd follow you blind. but you do not desire to be followed, not here. you want to be ruined stupid. and you're my stupid pretty boy, aren't you? gojo-kun.”

disgusting. the words make him shiver, the leather on his skin suddenly too tight, too hot and bothersome. a whine escapes gojo's soft, swollen mouth. he's cute like this. you feel desire curl a heated fist in your guts once more. he wants so much, he wants the whole world or nothing. you are almost everything, a silk tie in your hand, a heel pressing the shameful erection of your boy. he hisses like branded by hot iron, the string of saliva rolling down his chin in pure irritation. “oh love.... you're rough. don't stop. don't stop. ah.. don't stop. please?” it's not enough.

it's never enough.

you know him as a greedy man after all.

“hmmm satoru. let's say, hypothetically, i was to make you cum until it breaks you… what would happen to the world? does it look like i want my life to go down the drain for you?” your hand embraces gojo's neck in a firm hold, tight enough to stutter the breath out of his trembling lips. the black heel only presses harder, pretty blue eyes behind the blindfold rolling up in a sad attempt to reach cloud nine. “you're so pathetic, satoru, never forget that you’re mortal and my little fuck toy.” you breathe out the insult before kissing him deep, wet and messy in the shared lust. you kiss him until your lungs burn, a wish to suffocate his cute little sounds.

he comes right there and then.

and gojo will crawl back to you next friday night.

[fluttrdoll]

⋆˚ ✿ ˖ ࣪ thinking about luffy who absolutely hates wearing condoms, always pouting whenever you make him wear one after your period came late one time and making you fear for the worst. and while luffy didn’t actually get you pregnant, the thought alone put your head back on straight, realising you definitely need to start using protection. luffy tried to counter, “but why? i can just pull out! it doesn’t feel as good when i wear a condom..”, pouting at your shaking head when you tell him for a final time, it’s sex with a condom or no sex at all.

however, luffy can sometimes be such a brat. it doesn’t matter how firm you are or how hard you put your foot down, luffy always manages to get his way with you one way or another. so here you are, letting your boyfriend fuck you raw with your legs resting on his shoulders as he pounds into your glossy pussy, holding back his triumphant smirk, “see? doesn’t it feel so much better raw..?”, he asks so innocently despite the filth he was doing to you, smiling wide when he sees you nod your head mindlessly with pretty whines falling from your lips.

[quantumkush]

i wanted to write today but ngl im way too fuckinh tired

[cfyslvr]

05:40am 𐙚 can't stop thinking about being fucked in a chokehold...

just imagine it. you're pressed up against the table with your boyfriend behind you, hips snapping against yours roughly as he holds one arm around your neck with just enough force for you to feel it, but never enough for it to actually bother you.

you're crying, fat tears running down your face as you whine and moan for him. his pace is steady, not too fast nor too slow. the mushroom tip of his cock hitting all of the perfect places inside of you.

"didn't think you'd actually be into this— fuck-" he groans into your ear, and you have to bite his arm hard enough to leave marks in order to stop yourself from screaming right then and there.

"y'er close, huh? gonna cum for me?" he asks, although he doesn't expect an answer from you. he knows you're too fucked out to form a proper thought right now, let alone speak.

his hips pick up their pace, his arm tightening around your neck just a bit as you both near your breaking points. at this point, you're already screaming, babbling incoherently as you finally finish, your release covering both the desk and your boyfriend's lower body.

he lets out a noise of approval from the back of his thoat, biting your earlobe in a pathetic attempt to silence himself as he pulls out just in time of his orgasm, painting your ass and thighs white.

he slowly lets his arms drop from your neck, instead guiding them to wrap around you from behind as you both struggle to catch your breath.

"kinky little thing." he teases you, pressing a gentle kiss into the crook of your neck.​

:: hoshina soshiro, narumi gen (kaiju no.8); suna rintaro, miya atsumu, oikawa tooru, sugawara kōshi, a lot of them tbh.. (haikyuu); haitani rindou, haitani ran, kurokawa izana, mitsuya takashi (hear me out.) sano manjiro, kokonoi hajime (tokyo revengers); itoshi sae, hiori yo (shitty little sadist ilhsm), chigiri hyoma, itoshi rin(?), otoya eita ig? (blue lock); shinazugawa sanemi, tomioka giyuu, akaza, muzan kibutsuji (kimetsu no yaiba), and your favs!!

a/n:: I wrote this with hoshina in mind :P I just- UGHH I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM HE'S SO BEAUTIFUL!! 😩 (if you haven't watched kaiju no.8 I HIGHLY recommend it it's absolutely peak) also happy new year everyone :D this is officially my second year of making fics on this account so yay!!

[quantumkush]

mdni 🔞   i believe in eaters' supremacy !

i believe in eaters’ supremacy.

real eaters. those who’s nose dig at your clit when they eat it. those who aren’t afraid of getting their face wet, proud of the shine that glistens on their chin. those obsessed with how red and puffy it gets when they slap it, strings of slick connecting you two as his hand pulls away. those who’d spend hours beneath you, and the others who can’t help but hump and grind against the edge the bed, craving more. eaters who moan as they eat, those who groan against it. those who take it slow, taking long laps, that get their tongue real dirty. eats who loves sucking on that beaten bud, no matter how sensitive it may be now. eaters, those truly in love with that pretty pussy.

featuring . . . [jjk] todo!!!!!, choso, hakari!!!!!, [gachiakuta] jabber, corvus!!!!!!!, enjin, [one piece] yamato, nami, ace, luffy!!!!!!, [tokrev] mitsuya, nahoya!!!!!!, souya!!!!!!, [aot] connie!!!!!, sasha!!!!!, reiner, eren, jean!!!! and your fav(s) <3

☹ quantumkush. don't plagiarize, don't translate, don't feed to ai.

[quantumkush]

to the anon of like just now right now, just know i got u on the firefighter!luffy, ima get writing this week <3

[quantumkush]

mdni 🔞 you accidentally trigger your smoke detector by hotboxing your apartment. firefighter!luffy shows up, and decides he can’t have got all the way there for nothing.

fem, sub/bttm!reader.

it wasn’t your fault. it wasn’t your fault, because it shouldn't be that hard to unscrew a smoke detector in the first place. the time alone it’d took to find the right screwdriver, stack enough chairs to even reach the stupid thing, wrestling with a singular stubborn screw. the frustration alone nearly killed your high before you could spark anything up. eventually, you’d sigh, dragging your feet on the cold floor of your flat, and say, fuck it. you’d whack the thing a couple times for good measure and stuff some damp towels against the cracks of your front door and windows. took the time to light up an old scented candle nearby too, and crossing your fingers.

your pleas had fallen upon deaf ears, sort of.

the alarm yelled after just a few hits, and the fire department got called quickly after, sure. but now, there’s this beautiful brunet standing in the middle of your living room. shortstacked, he’s decked in his firefighter uniform, though now it just loosely hangs off of him. his jacket's pooling at his boots, with pants that barely clings to the edge of his hips. his belt buckle wags above his thigh, his zipper undone. his black tank’s shoved up behind his neck, leaving his chest and stomach bare. his eyelids drop low from the secondhand smoke, your joint still pushing out smoke between his fingers. they seem just as heavy as his gear as he looks through you, somehow wide awake.

he’s got you on your knees, and you’re not entirely sure how you got there. something about him saying you had nice tits. something about the weed leaving you pliant and cloying. something about him being very blunt, the high getting to the both of you.

he hisses between ragged breaths. his chest rises and falls faster as he picks up the pace. he’s got you with your hands on your tits, holding them together for him. he’s got one of his at the back of your head, scrunching your hair into a rough chignon—not fond of the way you struggle to stay put as he fucks them, engrossed with the way he glides effortlessly against them. the more you two lock eyes, the hazier he feels. each thrust he plows through squeezes him back softly, just right, as warm as the smoke creeping in and out of his lungs, as he swallows drag after drag. he’d traded the fat grin he’d throw at you earlier for a half-bit pout, focused, swelling his lower lip with his front teeth digging at it so brute.

“luffy,” he breathes through clenched teeth, “my name’s luffy, say it.” luffy watches you hesitate. as a trust maker, he pushes the joint near your mouth, groaning when your drool-wet, pouty lips kisses at his digits as you suck in the fumes. your lashes flutter slowly as you inhale, a cutesy smile to copycat his. you let your lips linger on, aching for the little bit of touch, before he finally pulls out it out. “say my name.”

“luffy…” you feel his hips bucking above your chest as his name escapes your mouth along with the smoke. he flings his head back, thrusting long slow strokes between your breasts, flustered by the sound, close.

he tightens his grip, knuckles white and a jaw slack as he gasps in short desperate huffs. luffy clings to the edge, with his pre already slicking the valley of your chest. “fuck, fuck..! ’s so good…” his voice cracks before he can even bite the moan back. you feel his thighs tensing, trembling. you reach for his hips and digs crescents deep at the exposed flesh. repeating his name as many times as you can muster under the haze, you stare at him past knotted brows. heat courses through his abdomen and mirrors one waving in yours, and soon enough, he’s spilling thick white threads across your collarbones with a choked out sigh.

it drips down your skin, hot and sticky—pooling in the dips of your clavicule and throat. luffy’s breathing settles above you, catching a gentler rhythm. his chest glistens, shiny with sweat that prickles down to his v line. he pulls the joint to his lips again, lazy and satisfied, smoke curling from his mouth as he grins down at you with half shut lids, focused. then, he chuckles, almost like struck with realization, “you really do got nice tits,” luffy mumbles, “s’ hot.” his voice is lower than it’d been earlier once he pushed past your front door.

luffy frees your hair of his grasp, fingers trailing down to cup your jaw instead, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “c’mon,” he says, hoisting you up. you're stumbling on your feet, dizzy, startled by the strong motion. he catches you easily, one arm looping around your waist as he pulls you flush against him. his chest is damp, and you can feel his heart still hammering beneath your palms.

he takes a drag. his eyes refuse to leave yours, even when the smoke blows back in his face as he exhales in yours. he takes another, then leans in closely—so close, close enough for you to taste it on his breath, feel it brushing between you both. luffy breathes it out slowly, letting it ghost over your lips before pushing his into them. your tongues are quick to meet, sliding against on another. hot, heavy, taking the time to chase the smoke, suck out the remains in each other’s, waist to waist, skin to skin.

you peck him as soon as he pulls back. half begging for a little more time, half trying to erase that shitty grin of his coming back to taunt you. “where’s your room?” luffy asks, flat and confused by the muddled look on your face. “you didn’t get off yet, did you?”

☹ quantumkush. don't plagiarize, don't translate, don't feed to ai.

[satoruined]

18+

suguru geto is supposed to be your fuckbuddy, but he’s so boyfriend-coded that everyone just assumes you’re dating.

"just friends," except the 'friend' shows up with flowers and your favourite snacks—then thirty minutes later he's got you gagging on his cock til your throat aches. and of course, sweet suguru makes amends by making you a cup of herbal tea.

"not your boyfriend," yet he still feeds you bites off his plate, and carefully wipes soy sauce from the corner of your mouth with his thumb. everyone (but you) can see the way he looks at you.

and maybe it’s easier to let your friends gossip than admit that the same man who kneels to tie your shoelace is the one fucking you into his sheets hours later. the cognitive dissonance should feel absurd, but it doesn’t. it feels perilously natural.

you remind suguru he’s not your boyfriend. over and over like a mantra. you remind yourself too, in the post-coital afterglow when he’s holding you in his arms, lips pressed to your temple, after he’s fucked you like he hates you.

truth is, suguru does boyfriend shit better than most boyfriends. and when you accuse him of acting like one, suguru only smirks, presses his cock deeper into you. "if the shoe fits, princess."

part 2

[quantumkush]

GUESS WHOS BACK !

[honeytoji]

my friday night ▌ gojo satoru

summary. in canon. bdsm. brat sub! gojo. slight cbt. general themes of sadomasochism. reader's a sexy femdom here.

summary. your relationship unfolded like that: him, craving the illusion of not being the ultimate being — you, entertained by taming the godlike. he pays you 6000¥ the hour to ruin him every friday night. how could you resist when gojo satoru had such a pretty face and pretty deal to offer?

when a man collides with being divine, he comes to a point of seeking to be beaten at his own level. to be reminded what's his place in being human, a man. a thing. you can do no such feat. well, not in a way the strongest sorcerer could ever be dissected or destroyed. but... you excel at bending him over, tied hands and smart mouth shut in obedience. for one night, he pretends to lose control, having no choice but to listen and follow you. no strings attached or so he says.

the game is fun, it rounds the edge of gojo's mind for a while. it happens every friday, not a single exception. it is the day when you are the most exhausted from work, merciless and absolute best to fuck. a bit rougher, a bit looser into cruelty for a good time.

and wherever gojo goes, you will follow as long as he has more dollars to throw than problems.

he meets you within the condo where you live. you share a glass of white wine with overpriced meals and gifts he brought during the ride home. home, what an amusing wording for this little deal. there is no love, no honesty. a well done act to some, an obligation to others. the second you confirm the payment, you take the form of a wet dream. black dress that opens on the side, stilettos that kiss your ankles like snakes. you are gorgeous, you are vile.

the best thing he's ever laid eyes on. and god did he see things in this world.

(...)

gojo satoru is on his knees, hands ties behind in red ropes with his pretty face tilted up. his dress shirt has half of its buttons undone. even on the ground, he has the audacity to be truly irritable and cocky.

“don't hold back on me, dearest.” your eyes shine with promise at his words. money makes you an amazing actress. but one doesn't need acting skills to slap gojo's cheek twice. “i never allowed you to speak.” the remark is cold, your smile all deep red and passionate above your plaything's tensed body. his playfulness is no more, little pout showing after being scolded. good boy.

gojo satoru is beautiful when frustrated by words, wounded by pride. you rub the sole of your heel to his dick, brushes and drag the stiletto like a threat. he breathes out his surprise, dark leather pants already straining under the growing hard on. a miserable god turned on by violence. how very typical. every sassy comment and misbehaviour earns him a press, a slap, skin warm from assault. he smiles through half of it, hips taunt with want as he crawls a little closer. just enough for your knee to tap his sternum, the tip of your foot hurting so good you know he sees stars. “ah, babe you're so. so good. i like it when you're mean..”

when he moans lower, drool pearling at his mouth... this time, your hand is a caress to wipe away both the lipstick and prickling pain. you might act all mighty and in control but warmth pools between your legs, sticky with want at seeing the strongest sorcerer being a mess thanks to you. “i know baby… and to tell you the truth i'd let you ruin me too, i'd follow you blind. but you do not desire to be followed, not here. you want to be ruined stupid. and you're my stupid pretty boy, aren't you? gojo-kun.”

disgusting. the words make him shiver, the leather on his skin suddenly too tight, too hot and bothersome. a whine escapes gojo's soft, swollen mouth. he's cute like this. you feel desire curl a heated fist in your guts once more. he wants so much, he wants the whole world or nothing. you are almost everything, a silk tie in your hand, a heel pressing the shameful erection of your boy. he hisses like branded by hot iron, the string of saliva rolling down his chin in pure irritation. “oh love.... you're rough. don't stop. don't stop. ah.. don't stop. please?” it's not enough.

it's never enough.

you know him as a greedy man after all.

“hmmm satoru. let's say, hypothetically, i was to make you cum until it breaks you… what would happen to the world? does it look like i want my life to go down the drain for you?” your hand embraces gojo's neck in a firm hold, tight enough to stutter the breath out of his trembling lips. the black heel only presses harder, pretty blue eyes behind the blindfold rolling up in a sad attempt to reach cloud nine. “you're so pathetic, satoru, never forget that you’re mortal and my little fuck toy.” you breathe out the insult before kissing him deep, wet and messy in the shared lust. you kiss him until your lungs burn, a wish to suffocate his cute little sounds.

he comes right there and then.

and gojo will crawl back to you next friday night.

[quantumkush]

mdni 🔞 sgst, financial domination (findom!suguru, finsub!satoru), atm drain, fingersucking, hairpulling

“i don’t have all night,” his left hand, adorned by many jewels, rings of white gold and silver, runs through his long silky jet hair. the sound of his black nails hitting the atm screen, a mere glimpse of his habitual annoyance was enough to make satoru straighten his back up. lengthy mumbling ensures, a bunch of slurry apologies.

“are you dumb or somethin’? i said, hurry up.” he reiterates.

“yes geto, sir. ’m sorry sir.”

only a few seconds after, the machine belched what seemed like an endless number of dollar bills, and just as quickly, his harsh mood seemed to have lifted into a twisted sense of jubilation. it became almost difficult to hold his pleased grin, as satoru still seemed to avoid his hefty gaze. each and every bill goes into his suguru’s wallet. now, their routine was finally ready to begin.

satoru falls to his knees, eager, eyes lit by a glimmer of lust. reddened cheeks, a hard on already poking through his trousers, a pained, wet look at the corner of his eyes. if suguru looked long enough, he was near adorable—in a sort of canine way.

“may i kiss your hands, sir?” he almost begs, tilting his head to the side.

“you may.”

a couple words, yet enough to hit like an index to a trigger, enough for suguru’s jeweled hands to end up drowned in a sea a wet kisses. entangled with the greedy whines of his bleached platinum blond, filthy, ravening mouth lapping at each crevices. kiss after kiss, satoru only grew greedier, and greedier. his tongue ran under each finger, sucking at the tips of his digits, whines morphing into breathy sighs, breathy sighs morphing into sullen moans.

suguru index and middle finger split right above his tongue before applying slight pressure, blessing him with heavenly touch, pushing further into his wet mouth. satoru’s tongue lolled under them, shiny filaments of drool pooling under his chin.

he’s panting like a stray dog, with a similar kind of hunger in his eyes. satoru’s cock kept throbbing at the thought of his mouth being full of him—fingers and all.

the thought is quick to fade away as suguru pulls away. his wet hand and rings glistens under the night’s lights, leaving the poor man on his knees, facing the works of his brashness, and the loathing on suguru’s face.

“satoru. close your mouth.” he demands. satoru does as told, swallowed by shame. suguru takes a long, disdainful look at the blond’s vile, spit coated lips and chin. his very own work, yet just as pathetic nonetheless.

the heavy, painful grip of the very same hand grasps at his hair, effortlessly pulling him from his knees back to his feet.

“out of my sight.”

☹ quantumkush. don't plagiarize, don't translate, don't feed to ai.

[quantumkush]

mdni 🔞 your camboy!fav is punishing you . . . live !

gn, sub/bttm!reader.

“smile fa’ the camera now, c’mon…”

he hums low, and you can practically hear the grin in his voice. he’s bruising your hips, each thrust coming harder than the last. he’s holding his phone right before your face. he’s making sure to catch your puffy, bitten lips, your flushed cheeks, that sweet, sultry expression that melts onto your face. “what? dick gon’ to your brain?” he grabs a handful of your hair, hoisting you up, your back to his chest, forcing it into an arch.

it’s hard to speak through his pace. an incoherent whine merely escapes as you try to soothe yourself, feeling yourself clenching against his harsh strokes. you glance at your reflection on the screen—your hair is sticky on your forehead, hot tears pooling at each corners of your eyes, a slack jaw. you flutter against his dick, a tiny sob each time he almost pulls his tip out only to slam himself right back into you. his hand reaches for your chin. “look at you, starin’… whore.” he spits a drop of slaver against your cheek. he slides two fingers in your mouth, a square smile splitting his face once you start sucking without a word from him.

you mumble something to him, about being so close, and needing it so badly., your bottom lip shaking as the rest of you squirms against his hold. “again? already..?” he laughs against your lobe. “alright, then…” he pushes your further into your arch, lowering his phone right above your pelvis “show everyone.”

the two words act as a trigger. you let yourself falter as they echo throughout your head, dizzy as you unravel around him. he’s still bullying himself into you, his teeth sinking at the corner of your neck. your chest, hitching, your breath, scattered into many, your legs tremble, your heart skips a beat—he pushes himself deeper than you could imagine as he paints thick white threads inside you. he slides out slowly, letting his cum drop out slowly, making sure to get a nice view of you twitching, aching at the new emptiness.

“you’re giving me another… yeah?”

featuring . . . jabber!!!!!, nahoya (smiley)!!!!!, hanma, ran, manjiro, gojo, sabo!!!!!. and your fav(s) <3

☹ quantumkush. don't plagiarize, don't translate, don't feed to ai.