#katakoi

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Katakoi

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opkoi sitting on his shoulder

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HAPPY MASTURBATION MONDAY MY KOI 😋 i was wondering if you have any thoughts you wanted to share about a blorbo who is haunting you on this fine day ;3 teheh

HAPPY MASTURBATION (and also mutual masturbation) MONDAY EM MY BELOVEDDDDD!!!!!

omg haunting is the perfect word for this because i can’t!!! get the thoughts!!! out of!!! my head!!! and it’s not even october yet!!!!

👉👈 confessing that i’m distraught with the image of modern au kuri touching himself for the first time…. he’s never experienced lust much less love ever before because he’s always been so busy planning to take over big mom conglomerate that he’s never had the time for feelings, so when he pops a love boner for baker koi, he’s confused and so so so horny….

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omg thinking about canon katakoi and literally how impossible everything would feel

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thinking about little kuri who’s gone out fishing with his dad and sees a gleam of white and orange in the water beneath him, tugging on his dad’s pants but as soon as he points to where he saw it, the mysterious creature is gone… thinking about kuri who is older now and goes out to the same spot everyday for 20 years in the hopes of seeing the mysterious creature again…

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biker kuri and his baka chaebol life + his cute gf he takes to the stupid galas he doesn’t like but is forced to go to

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katakoi first date, mochimochi bakery edition:

i don’t think it would be like too slow burn but there’s definitely that buildup yk? i think he would be coming in everyday, buying his couple dozens of donuts, and sitting at the far table of the bakery and just munching on his donuts and people-watching. after a couple days, maybe a week, i get used to him being there, offer him some coffee (but learn that he’d rather have tea with his donuts to which i happily oblige). maybe more weeks pass, and i’ve given him a designated parking spot for his bike behind the bakery, i don’t have a car so it’s been empty anyway, and maybe during the slow hours, i sit in the chair across from him and get to know him. that would be our first date but neither of us know it. slowly, it becomes habit. i grow accustomed to his presence and even if he’s just a couple minutes late, i begin to wonder if maybe there was nothing at all. wait a minute, nothing? there shouldn’t be anything.. why would i— and then the chimes on the door tinkle and he speeds in, flushed in the face and breathing hard. he apologizes, says he had some family business he had to take care of, orders his donuts but also pulls out some flowers from behind his back? they’re pretty, pink and white petals on green foliage, and i’m surprised, “oh, you shouldn’t have,” i say but he insists. i probably keep those flowers, preserving them the best i can.

and i don’t think it’s until much later when he asks me out officially. he takes me to the nice restaurant in town (sanji’s lol) and he does not even let me consider paying (i protest ofc but he won’t hear it) and then then nights blend to mornings where we sneak kisses behind the bakery and and and ajsheijdjsnd

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charlotte katakuri x koi┊#katakoi

20250823. everything i feel returns to you.