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MITSUYA TAKASHI HEADCANONS!

𝜗𝜚. MITSUYA TAKASHI: who got a tongue piercing after being dared to. he simply couldn’t let those other dumbasses underestimate his strength! once he saw you again for a date about a week after he got it, you swore you shoved his face into your groin so fucking fast after seeing it. you now don’t allow him to fuck you unless he gives you oral just for that.

𝜗𝜚. MITSUYA TAKASHI: who, whenever you find something you want to buy from a store, especially if it’s a plushie or a piece of clothing, refuses to let you buy them. he would rather find the exact materials to stitch and sew it together, even if it took him a whole month or longer, if it was for you.

𝜗𝜚. MITSUYA TAKASHI: who loves the ocean and everything in it a lot more than you’d imagine. mitsuya wasn’t particularly religious in the way most were, but you’d discovered shortly into the relationship about his love for the ocean and it’s creatures along with his deep spiritual connection with the god he worships, poseidon. apparently, rather than believing in ’jesus’, he believes in greek deities and has since he was a young child, in the religion known as hellenic polytheism.

𝜗𝜚. MITSUYA TAKASHI: who has a scar on his hand after a sewing fuck-up. he was making a new piece for you, his own personal model, to try on for his clothing brand. but, while sewing, you’d accidently distracted him; causing for him to accidently sew his hand. it was a disaster, but, hey, he laughs about it now and has a sexy scar on the backside of his hand from the huge scar it created from dragging along the skin. you can’t count how many times you cried saying that it was all your fault. he never blamed you for it happening, saying that it was an honest mistake and an accident, and comforted you every single time you broke down over it.

𝜗𝜚. MITSUYA TAKASHI: who collects shells whenever you two visit the beach, either as an offering to his god, poseidon, at his altar for him, or to keep for himself. he says that he keeps them so that when the both of you have children, whether adopted or born, he’ll paint the shells as an activity with them or incorporate them into accessories or cute baby clothing.

𝜗𝜚. MITSUYA TAKASHI: who takes you surfing with him everytime he goes. whether or not you’re scared, he’s always there by your side to help you if you ever fail on a wave. he always prays to poseidon before entering the water. he goes to the beach surprisingly often, multiple times a week, even.

𝜗𝜚. MITSUYA TAKASHI: who, speaking of the beach, once you both had grown to adults as you are now, and once his clothing brand had gone off enough for him to rely on it to get a good place, he had bought a house near the beach for the both of you to live in. the area was tropical, the beach house was large and utterly beautiful, and everything was natural. no smell of smoke or factories hurting the air, no trash thrown everywhere, it was all perfect.

𝜗𝜚. MITSUYA TAKASHI: who’s the kind of guy who brings home random animals. a stray dog? let’s go shopping for a collar. a tiny pig? he couldn’t just leave it there all alone. also the type of guy to go around petting and touching any animal he sees. especially when he goes diving, he loves the sharks and the dolphins the most. he has randomly taken a pet fish home before without warning btw.

𝜗𝜚. MITSUYA TAKASHI: who does your nails now rather than going out and paying for someone to do it. thanks to his ability to draw so well with designing, he was surprisingly fantastic at doing nail designs. never once after you discovered it have yo gone out to get your nails done instead, since they look professional with just his art on them.

𝜗𝜚. MITSUYA TAKASHI: who, much to your surprise, has a back tattoo in the shape of a corset, with piercings where the corset holes were in the tattoo. he got it done when he was a teen, but always hid it. draken was the only one to know about it for multiple years, aside from his family, who lives with him and saw it often in his younger years.

𝜗𝜚. MITSUYA TAKASHI: who will literally eat almost anything. i’m so serious about that, he could just be sitting on the couch on his phone and you would come up behind him, telling him to ’try this’, and without even asking what it is, he’ll put it in his mouth and eat it. it’s so random, but he does it anyways. oddly enough, his taste buds don’t reject most flavors, even ones that most consider gross.

𝜗𝜚. MITSUYA TAKASHI: who spent the day sunbathing at the beach, where he had taken mana and luna, including you, only to wake up after a nap covered in sand. he didn’t know how he didn’t wake up while they were prctcally burying him alive, but, regardless, he didn’t. you took multiple pictures that day and have one of them printed since you found his reaction cute.

𝜗𝜚. MITSUYA TAKASHI: who is AMAZING at photography! it came to such a huge surprise for you that he was so good at photography, but he says it was something aside from sewing that he has enjoyed since he was a child. it isn’t something he often does, especially with how busy he can be with managing his clothing brand, but if you ever need a photographer for a photoshoot, you have the perfect one right there.

𝜗𝜚. MITSUYA TAKASHI: who sucks so badly with mechanical things and technology that, to this day, he still goes out and writes letters to people rather than just texting most times. he rarely ever plays any online or virtual games unless you utterly beg him to. he really is like a grandpa when it comes to technology.

𝜗𝜚. MITSUYA TAKASHI: who, for your wedding, had secretly designed your wedding dress himself after proposing. it took not weeks, not a month, but months. he had to make it perfect. he kept it a secret the entire time, and never had to ask for anything as he knew your proportions and the things you wanted in the dress. after he finally showed it to you a few days before the wedding, you cried so hard, and you swore you had never cried so much before.

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I read Tokyo Revengers😔 and I fell in love😳

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omg omg random thought for a rindou req, but like what if he has like a weak spot on his body and reader just gets him to melt on the spot (and to pay her back for this, since he would never go down without a fight, he’d bend her over and get all her weak spots)🤞🏻😩

you haven’t been dating rindou for a long time, but everyday you learn something new about him.

it was an accident, honestly. you and him play fighting with one another until you came up with the idea to kiss his tattoo. you kissed his abdomen softly and immediately he hissed to your lips touching his inked skin.

“ah, ‘m sorry!” you said, embarrassed that you even went so far out of bounds.

rindou shook his head, “nah, babe, you’re good..” he said, “guess you can say i have a weak spot, but you can keep going.” lying down with his back on the mattress and his arm over his face.

“are you sure?” you asked, “i don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“yeah, i’m sure. it’s alright, do whatever you want.” he says.

you slowly moved your hands and touched his inked skin, fingertips gliding along his body so gently. you leaned over and began kissing his tattoo — kissing so softly against his skin.

rindou lifted up his arm slightly and what he saw was simply angelic. your eyes are closed and you’re gently pressing your lips against his skin . . there’s a glow to you that he can’t explain, but it’s something that he wants to keep safe and sound.

“i only want you kissin’ my tattoos.” rindou murmurs, red hue falling upon his cheeks. you lifted your head up with a gentle smile, placing one last kiss on his abdomen then straddling him.

you might have fallen for him but rindou has fallen harder.

“i want to know everything about you,” you spoke as you straddled him, but rindou used his strength to flip you over onto the mattress. “and i want to know everything about you,” rindou said, leaning down to kiss your shoulder, “i want to be your diary.” he mumbled, sucking on your shoulder then pressing a kiss on your neck.

“that’s my weak spot.” you moaned softly, closing your eyes and succumbing to his touch.

“yeah?” rindou questioned.

you nodded your head, “i have a few more spots if you’re interested in finding them.” you said, smiling up at him.

rindou chuckled, kissing your lips this time. “i’m interested in everything about you.” he said, kissing your forehead.

today you learned that rindou becomes a big softie when you’re kissing his tattoos, his weak sensitive spot and you plan on using that to your advantage every single time.

thanks to mazie for helping me!!! mwah <3

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i think the only time anyone’s ever seen satoru genuinely panic, like pure unfiltered soul leaving his body kind of panic, is when your contractions start. his entire personality and demeanor change, the smug and cocky attitude gone, nowhere to be found. he’s bolting out of the house wearing your hoodie instead of his, mismatched shoes — one flip flop and one sneaker on… he’s a mess because he’s so terrified of you being in pain, of the unknown. of something going wrong. does it hurt too much? is the baby okay? are you okay? please, just— please be okay. he might be the strongest but right now he’s just a man who loves you so much it terrifies him. and it’s that love that makes him so achingly human

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it turned into something bigger...somewhere in the haze got a sense ive been betrayed...

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梵(brahman) ⚠︎本誌バレ

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oh you're a swiftie, your favorite bridge must be all too we—

me as fuck:

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decides that my 127 squad entries for this yr will js be the special grade sorcerers (excluding yuki; only gojo is left since ive done yuta and geto), sukuna, starboy!bonten (and i still need to figure out how to fit in takeomi and mochi bc i started w koko and didnt realize their bdays were on march), choso (feat. yuji lol sue me), baji, and whoever i pick for christmas art...only 13 entries compared to last year w 22 (ik v swiftie numbers skksks) (눈_눈) only gonna add more if i get ahead of my comms and collabs/ditys i joined on insta "( – ⌓ – ) why did i swiftied so hard and ended up w some motorist hitting the brakes too soon, 20 stitches in the hospital room lmao

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Here’s hanma for hanma day

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and that pool was acc closed few years later bc someone drowned and died

and also scorpions HIGHLY prefer terrestrial environments over aquatic ones (￣ー￣（＿　＿（

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HOTTIE, HOTTIE - LIKE A BAG OF TAKIS

synopsis: who needs enemies when you have friends like this?

warnings: suggestive content mentioned, MDI. swearing, mean-spirited comments, reader gives a little too much grace, unhinged!toman supremacy, overall crack, party in the hollywood hills, and i think that's it :D

notes: after WEEKS of this song tap-dancing on my frontal lobe, i have finally created something that's somewhat inspired, wasn't sure exactly what i wanted to do, but this at least quieted the demons for the time being lol hope you enjoy! stan katseye <3

notes ii: also also, have a continuation planned, might make more parts with the other characters, and maybe try again but in a different approach to the concept

© 2025-2026 anisespice ッ all rights reserved. likes, comments & reblogs much appreciated!

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@neo_fuminsyou

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Hakkai being out with his wife and kids, hearing a camera go off

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yuzuha

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── .✦ 恋の予感 (koi no yokan)

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booklet──

tw: suggestive, barely proof-read

“bouquet of daisies? it’s rara’s favorite flower.”

“i already did that.”

“bouquet of…books! it’s very trendy amongst people who date bookworms! and you can have me ask rara what’s on her to-read list!”

“i’ve done that too.”

“seafood buffet.”

keisuke sighed. “i bring her every time a new seafood restaurant opens ‘round here, chifuyu.”

“oh.” chifuyu tapped his cheeks as he pondered what to suggest to keisuke for valentine’s day. the fact that his captain knew his girlfriend so well was as transparent as glass—there was little to no room for new things or suggestions. his eyes lingered on the shojo manga he was reading during idle time when there were no customers at the pet store.

“well, if i suggest stuff from the mangas i’ve been reading, it’s probably out of your character.” chifuyu said. “and probably out of rara-chan’s character as well.”

a loud thump jolted keisuke and chifuyu. “that’s it!” kazutora exclaimed as he arranged the sacks of litter sand.

“what is?” keisuke asked curiously.

“do something out of character, smartass.” kazutora said, rolling his eyes. “you want to do something out of ordinary for rara-chan, do something she won’t expect you to do!”

“like what, kazutora?” keisuke groaned. “if there was an exam about me, you know damn well rara would top it! she knows exactly what i would do.”

“well, whatever you plan to do, you know she appreciates it.” chifuyu comforted, mindlessly flipping through the pages of the manga he was yet to finish. “genuinely speaking, it doesn’t matter what you do, because to her, you can do no wrong.”

“exactly.” kazutora said. he looked at keisuke and jabbed his pointer finger against his temple repeatedly. “think out of the box because whatever you do, rara-chan will eat it up.” he turned to the sound of the paper colliding against each other and snatched it from chifuyu’s hand.

“hey—!”

kazutora checked the front and back, looking at it like it was some kind of clue in a crime scene. then he smiled mischievously. “aren’t rara-chan’s favorite characters mostly shonen villains?”

“yes.” keisuke answered, taking the manga out of kazutora’s hands. one look and he knew it wasn’t the kind of manga rara would read. she was all about fighting, power scaling, and found family. “but what does that have to do with anything?”

“after we close up, let’s talk about this at mucho’s coffee shop.” kazutora said.

“i’m confused. how’s mucho-san going to help?” chifuyu asked.

kazutora put his arms around his co-workers and looked at them back and forth. “listen, all i need is rara-chan’s current favorite villain and the tiktok comment section under an edit of that villain.”

“huh? wha—”

“and oh, rara’s favorite cake too. let’s have mucho make it.”

“i already surprised her with her favorite cake years—”

“baji.” kazutora looked at keisuke seriously as if he was going to ask him to murder for him—to which keisuke would, without hesitation, say yes to, but with rara in the equation, he was unsure about the mysterious invitation in his eyes.

“yeah?”

“don’t be afraid of what we’re going to do.”

keisuke shrugged off kazutora’s arm in annoyance. “hey, kazutora, i swear to god if rara breaks up with me because of this—”

“i promise you, she won’t.” kazutora swore, holding his hands up in surrender. “but for this to work, you gotta go along with it.” slowly, kazutora’s mouth broke into a chesire cat smile. “you need to go along with it so you can benefit from it too. and like our ‘ol pal chifuyu said,” kazutora leaned in closer to keisuke and whispered, “rara-chan wouldn’t bat an eye even if you decided to burn an entire village—all she’ll probably see is a romantic campfire or a massive outdoor barbecue because she loves you unconditionally.” then he leaned back, ever-so-casual, and grinned. “so this shouldn’t be that much of a big deal.”

valentines day. . .

“happy valentine’s day, rara.”

rara received a small bento box made out of styrofoam from keisuke then she looked at her boyfriend. “no ‘i love you, rara’?” she teased with a chortle.

keisuke looked at her and flashed her a half-smile, nodding towards the small box. “oh, you’ll hear it later. you’ll hear it as many times as you want. i wanna see you open the box first.”

later…? as man times as i want…? rara thought. “am i allowed to shake this?”

“nope. just open it.”

rara looked at keisuke suspiciously and narrowed her eyes at him. “if flying cockroaches come out of here, keisuke—”

“it’s not a prank, i swear.”

cautiously, rara opened the box, careful not to destroy the fragile styrofoam. she looked at the content of the box for a moment and when she was able to absorb what she was looking at, at first it was just a chuckle…then she started laughing uncontrollably. there’s just no way he came up with this. rara thought, wiping her tears. it was a bento cake featuring ryomen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen—her current favorite villain—with the words ‘are you sukuna? because i want you inside of me ♡’.

“it was kazutora’s idea.” keisuke said. i figured. rara thought, snickering internally. “‘find a thirst trap edit of sukuna and look through the comments and pick something you think you can say to rara-chan.’”

“you even picked his look-up figure,” rara pointed out. “masking all the crimes he did against humanity.” she giggled. “this is so cute and unserious, keisuke! i don’t even wanna ea—”

“unserious?”

rara blinked. “huh, wait, what….?” she looked at him, his face stern and unrelenting, and then back at the cake he gave her for valentine’s day which depicted a whole different mood.

so this isn’t, like, a goofy valentine’s gift? she thought. what a way to ask to get laid, keisuke. so me-coded. anyway, two can play this game. rara closed the box delicately and rested her face on her knuckles. “let’s leave.”

on the dot. fuck…she’s good. keisuke thought, making sure his expression did not waver the tiniest bit. “without ordering?”

“well, i already ate breakfast,” rara said nonchalantly. she held up the box coolly and added, “i can eat this when you’re done with me. after all, this is carbohydrates.” keisuke’s heartbeat picked up the pace…truth be told, he couldn’t tell where the throbbing came from. kazutora was right—for this to work, he had to be serious about this to be able to reap what he sowed. “so let’s leave.” rara reminded casually—she was packing her stuff—her wallet, her phone, her airpods—all without emotion, like he didn’t ask permission to fuck her through referencing a mass murderer reduced into an adorable megahouse figurine.

unfortunately for keisuke, she looked up to him and met her doe eyes that were always coupled with her ability to stare for long periods of time. oh, how hard he prayed that she just look at him directly in the eye because he took the chance to stealthily adjust his pants. “let’s take what’s on your mind and make it real life, keisuke.” insane. it was so insane to him that the absence of temptation in her voice was the one thing pulling him towards her. just like that, he gave rara a chance to play her hand and without even trying, she had already won.

“for real?” he whispered. he was cracking underneath all of it. he did want her. yes, this was supposed to be a wacky scheme but boy, it didn’t make him want her less—if anything, her ‘yes man’ attitude made him want—need her more. he just didn’t expect her to react this way. usually, rara would laugh at things like this, punch his shoulder playfully, or call his bluff. but she pulled out an ace from her sleeve. for once, he wanted to have her wrapped around his finger, not the other way around, which was more frequent than he could ever admit.

“did i stutter?”

when keisuke was left speechless, rara cackled. he inhaled deeply. that’s the rara i expected to see. “see, keisuke, before you start playing, look at your enemy’s name tag.” she pointed just below her collar bone and slid a finger horizontally as if she was underlining something embroidered for keisuke to read. “it says ‘coach’ and coaches don’t play.”

“okay.” keisuke shrugged. “you win.”

“always do.” rara said with a satisfied smile as she opened the menu on their table, waiting to be utilized.

“i still want the sukuna treatment, though.” keisuke deadpanned. “with you, beggars can be choosers, right?”

if it were some random person, they wouldn’t have perceived it, but it was keisuke, and the way she languidly blinked towards his direction perfectly masked her fluster. ryomen sukuna, suguru geto, light yagami…rara does take after her favorite villains—specifically, their god complex. so when he pleads, softens his sharp edges—when he begs, he’s guaranteed one hand on the handle of the trophy she so boastfully think she owns.

“the sukuna treatment.” rara echoed his words. “and so you will, keisuke. i never got my ‘i love you, rara’, did i?”

keisuke looked at the tiny box made of styrofoam; a fun-sized container that unearthed an elephant in the room. had he just followed chifuyu’s cliché suggestions to take her to the shrine or go biking under the never dull sunset, he wouldn’t have been in so much literal heat right now. “i’ll make you work for it, rara.” he mumbled under his breath.

“keisuke.” she looked at him in an incredulous manner. “you always make me work for it.”

keisuke chuckled. “well, every coach worked hard to get where they’re at, didn’t they?” he challenged.

“yes, they did.” rara agreed, her eyes scanning the menu. her eyes shifted towards him, finding that he had already been looking back at her with the same amount of determination—and maybe, just maybe, a hint of desire—in his eyes. “and once they did, they made the players work twice as hard, didn’t they?”

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