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Stick(l)er

Pairing: DMV Employee!Yuuta x reader honorable mentions: receptionist!Megumi, sleazy cop!Nanami, freeloader!Toji Summary: After a run-in with Grimetown's sleazy cop Nanami, you've come to the DMV to replace the sticker that was stolen off your car from a certain freeloader. You've got to convince the DMV employee, a stickler for the rules, that you quite badly need this problem squared away today. A/N: this is so stupid and porn-y so keep that in mind when reading LMFAO this isn’t too serious ok have fun LOL. Reader is afab, no pronouns used, but reader does breast very boobily. Yuuta calls reader pretty several times. Oh and he’s hung. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Posting this as part of the @bastardblvd slimeball collab, which means that this fic probably does not make a lot of sense on its own. It includes some Grimetown lore so please check out the blog and catch up on some of the happenings in Grimetown! Length: 4.3K CW: Nipple play, dry humping, frotting, sex (with a condom on)

“Next!”

You sigh in relief—after hours of sitting between a screaming child and an old man who reeked of booze, it is finally your turn at the Grimetown DMV. Bolting out of your seat, you practically run to the window which has your number flashing above it, the numbers old and barely illuminated. Out of the window, an employee briefly waves his hand, calling you over; that same employee you’d been eyeing the entire time you’ve been sitting here (a whopping five hours). At least he was a cute distraction from the aimless scrolling of SlimeTok and Slimeagram that you’d gotten bored of doing after an hour of sitting here.

The poor guy (one of two employees in the whole building, you gathered) blinks twice once you stand at his window, expectant. His resting bitch face is incredibly fierce, the bags under his eyes heavy, and a scowl on his lips to match. You don’t blame him, though, as you’re one bad interaction away from hurting someone yourself, patience wearing thin with each hour in that awfully sticky, gross plastic chair in the waiting area.

“How can I help you?” He asks, his voice real soft. Your eyes automatically drift to his name tag. Yuuta Okkotsu.

“Hi, Yuuta—can I call you Yuuta?” You start, and he nods. Maybe cracks a tiny bit of a smile (you’re sure no one is ever polite so you try your best to be). “So the reason I’m here is,” you start, pulling your bag in front of you to begin pulling out documents, “I got this ticket yesterday. So this blonde cop, a real jerk, pulled me over yesterday on my way to work. Gave me some bull about the inspection sticker on my car missing. I swear I renewed it a year ago but you know how it is in this freakin’ town. Wouldn’t put it past some asshole to steal even an inspection sticker, ya know? Anyway, the sticker was missing off the windshield.” At this point, you’ve pulled out all the necessary documents: your license, registration, proof of address, and laid them all out on the wooden area separating the two of you. “I just really need a new sticker. I think I pissed off this cop bad, I don’t wanna run into him again.” Yuuta’s brows furrow as you lean closer to him. “Can you believe he said he’d let me off ‘if I did him a favor’?” you nod when his expression turns surprised. “So I need a new sticker before he tries it again—cause fuck if I’d ever blow a cop.”

Yuuta can’t help but laugh at that last line. You’re amusing him. “Yeah, right.”

“So if I can just get a new sticker, I’ll be out of your hair.”

“Well,” Yuuta sighs, pushing the documents back towards you. Your smile instantly turns to confusion. He looks almost nervous to reply to you, weakly adding, “I can’t do that, I’m afraid.”

“Wait, why?”

“Well… we don’t do inspections on Tuesdays.”

There’s a bout of silence where you both just stare at each other for a while. You’re staring him down, and he can tell with each passing second you’re getting angry at him. He knows the signs. 

And then, “What do you mean you don’t do—what?”

“I’m sorry… Can you come back tomorrow?”

“But—“ You turn back to the receptionist's desk, where an employee was working this morning but who has had the “gone for lunch” sign up on their desk since 10:30 AM. “Your receptionist said—”

“Oh, Megumi? You see, uh,” Yuuta sighs. “He just gives people a number and doesn’t really listen to them. We’ve been trying to hire someone else but—”

Yuuta practically jumps in his seat when you interrupt him. “I’m sorry but I’ve been here for five hours waiting for a damn sticker. I took off work and everything… I can’t take off again tomorrow and I really don’t want to run into that cop again. Is there really nothing you can do?” 

Knowing that getting angry at him isn’t the solution, you bet on the second trick up your sleeve. Leaning forward on the divider between you, you place your elbow up and lean forward, maximizing whatever bit of cleavage you could through your low-cut top, silently hoping that maybe you can bat your eyes and look pretty enough for this guy to work magic for you. With him sitting at a slightly lower angle than you, his eyes make a pass over your tits to look at you, and he swallows.

Yuuta takes the documents from you and does a quick look over, not saying a word to you. He types something into his computer, and his eyes dart between the computer, you, and your tits (and his poor attempt at hiding it) for what seems like forever. It’s a few minutes before he asks, “Is the car here, the one you’re trying to get a sticker for?”

“Yeah, it’s in the parking lot.”

“Let me have a look at it then,” he replies and you nod in agreement. He stands from his desk, and you’re stunned when you see him: he’s real big and tall, his stature obscured by his god-awful posture. He gestures towards a door down the main hallway of the DMV and you follow, eyes wide like a deer in headlights as you clutch your documents to your chest.

When you get to your car, Yuuta peeks at your windshield and sees the residue from what was obviously your sticker pre-theft, a clean square in the bottom corner where the sticker once was. 

“Damn,” he mutters. “I wouldn’t be surprised if it was the town freeloader who stole that from you.”

“The—what?” Your brows furrow.

“There’s this guy, his car is… well let’s just say it won’t ever pass inspection. You’re not the first to have your sticker stolen and have it show up on his car.”

“And no one’s arresting this guy?” 

“This town’s police department is… lacking, for a better word. As you know.”

“Right.”

As if you didn’t know that from your encounter with that blonde cop yesterday. You share a small smile with Yuuta before he reaches for your car handle. “Mind if I look at it?”

Your smile falters. “Do you—do you actually have to inspect it?” You ask nervously, pressing the key fob to open the driver’s side door. He tugs the handle once the car unlocks, sitting in your driver’s side seat. You hand him your key and he places it in the ignition, sparking the car to life. 

“Well, yeah. Can’t just issue a sticker like that—” his eyes narrow as he looks at your dashboard. “You’ve got lights on.”

Thinking that he would just offer to print you a new sticker, you ignored actually making your car inspection ready, a plethora of warning lights illuminating your dashboard and very obviously signaling that your car would fail inspection. Blame the shit wages in Grimetown for you being stuck with an old clunker—but this is no time for a discussion on economics, not when you’ve got work tomorrow and an asshole cop looking for a lay.

“Yuuta.” You bend down to his level, arms resting atop your car and the car door, caging him into the driver's side door. He turns to you with eyes wide, like a little fawn in the headlights, his back pressed against your driver’s seat. “Won’t you help me out? It’s just one sticker.” He flinches when your hand rests on his knee. “I’d be really grateful. I’d even make it worth your while… blow you, fuck you—whatever you want. Just help me out?”

Yuuta hopes he isn’t starting to sweat with how close you are to him. You’re batting those pretty eyelashes just above his face, the weight of your offer pressing on his throat. To you, it's simple enough—this guy’s shaking like a wet cat and a stickler for the rules. You blow him once, he’ll be out of your hair. But doing a favor for a cop? Who knows how many times he’ll come back to bother you, plus you’ll still be out an inspection sticker. And anything’s better than fucking a cop. It’s the principle of the thing.

Yuuta swallows as he thinks it over: Would anyone really know if he simply reprinted the sticker you’re missing and let you on your way? What did being a good little employee ever do for him, anyway? He leans back a little in your driver’s seat, the back of his head digging into your headrest. There’s a blush crawling up his neck, pink taking over his pale skin. You’re starting to wonder if he’s too innocent for that kind of bribery—or worse, maybe he’s a virgin.

“Okay,” he blurts out, “yeah. Okay.”

“You’ll do it for me?” You smile, fingers crawling up his pants. You meet his gaze and he’s practically squirming under the heat of it. “Promise?”

“Yeah—just,” he sticks his head out the door, peering around the corner. “Not with the door open.”

You both do the awkward shuffle into the back, silently thanking whatever god’s out there that at least your shitty car has tinted rear windows. Yuuta sits in the backseat behind the passenger side and when you come in, he’s expecting you to sit next to him, maybe warm up with a make-out session or something. Instead, he’s surprised by your forwardness, watching you crawl right over onto his lap without hesitation. It’s cramped, the ceiling’s low, and the car’s just a bit too warm to be comfortable. But now Yuuta’s got you sitting on his lap and your boobs right in his face, there’s no way he’d back out now.

“So you wouldn’t do this with a cop, but you’re okay doing it with me?” Yuuta wonders. His fingers are digging into the fabric of your backseat, itching to touch you but he insists on being respectful.

“Do I even need to explain why I wouldn’t fuck a cop?” you laugh. Your fingers fiddle with the collar on Yuuta’s dress shirt, and you watch his adam’s apple bob as he swallows nervously. “Besides, you’re cute.” At that, his eyes perk up at you. “If you were single, maybe—wait, you are single, right?” 

He nods vehemently. “Why would I even agree to this if I wasn’t?”

“Hey, that cop had a ring on his finger, men will do anything,” you point out, to which Yuuta gapes.

“Right, well—you know, you don’t have to do this,” Yuuta clams up as the thought of using you—of being anything like that cop—starts to bother him. “I can print the sticker anyway.”

“Chickening out?” You pout. “You said yes before… is it me? Are you not—”

“Oh! No, you’re—you’re pretty. So pretty. It’s just—I don’t normally do this kind of thing…”

Cute. You can’t help but keep thinking how cute he is as he stumbles over his words and blushes to his ears.

You reach for his left ear, and your eyes catch on a small piercing there, just a black stud. You pinch it, rolling it between your index and thumb. “So would this make me your first?”

“No!” He responds just a little too loud, cheeks aflame. “Well—not, you know, but suddenly like this, I’ve just… not with a stranger. So, um… yes.”

“Is that okay then, Yuuta? If I’m your first time all suddenly and unexpectedly, just like this?”

You shuffle a little closer, sitting right over the zipper in his jeans. Something about the words first time coming out of your mouth, when you’re complete strangers, feels a bit exciting to him. He’s never been one to sleep with someone he’s never met before, but even he can admit to himself that he’d found you attractive right away. This premise of exchanging sexual favors over a measly sticker seems silly even to him, but can he really say no to you?

“Yeah,” he finally puts his hands on you then, large fingers splayed across the small of your back. “It’s okay—more than okay.”

Even you feel hesitation for a moment, faced with his nervousness and what feels like total innocence. You lean into him slowly, waiting for the rejection that never comes. When you kiss, his lips taste like peppermint and lip balm. They’re just slightly chapped and there’s just a bit of stubble on him now that your faces touch, the hair ever so slightly scratching against your face. You don’t pay too much mind to it, a pleasant hum leaving your lips when his fingers dig tighter into your sides. Despite his stuttering and hesitation, he’s a great kisser, pressing his lips against yours in a way that is way too passionate for having met him less than an hour ago. 

His tongue darts out, licking at your lips and you easily grant him permission to go further, his eager hands betraying him and cupping your ass as his tongue slides against yours. Whatever feeling of hesitation you felt in the moment fades away when you feel him squeeze. He breaks away from the kiss panting like a dog.

“Was that—”

You already know what he’s going to ask, so you stop him with a kiss in return, fisting the collar of his shirt and pushing him hard into the backseat. He’s surprised, but follows along and responds to your kiss with just as much intensity. Pulls you impossibly closer, till you’re settled right on the tent in his jeans (which you note, with a satisfied hum, is bigger than you could’ve expected from a guy like him). You feel the length of him pressing up against you and immediately it makes your head spin. The car feels suddenly too hot, stifling.

His hands snake up your back under your shirt, toying with the clasp of your bra.

Yuuta breaks off the kiss. “Can I?”

“Mhm,” you nod. As if he can’t keep himself off of you, he immediately fumbles with the clasp, pinching at the fabric a couple of times until it pops open. You lean back against the passenger seat, and he haphazardly pushes both your shirt and your bra to your collar, marveling at the sight of your tits bare to him.

“So pretty,” he murmurs, the words slipping out before he can help himself. “So fucking pretty.”

You feel a little flustered when his eyes are taking you in like that, so you angle your hips lower, pushing against his clothed cock to distract him. He makes the most incredible little sound, whining all needy before he leans forward towards you. Yuuta wraps his lips around one of your nipples, repaying your little tease with one of his own, sucking and biting at it till it's hard between his teeth.

“I,” you stutter as he does it to your other breast, “Yuuta I thought you didn’t do this often.”

“I said I didn’t do it often. I didn’t say I was bad at it.”

“Cocky,” you laugh, before stifling what’s almost a moan as he’s sucking on your tits. “I didn’t think you could be.”

“I just want you to feel good,” he says as he helps you pull your top off over your head. Your arms hit the ceiling of the car but right after your clothes are off you’re wrapping them around his neck. “So it doesn’t feel so much like…”

“Like a, ah, a favor?” You’re tripping over your words. You can’t help it, when he’s got his mouth all over your bare shoulders like he does now. Your fingers start fumbling at the buttons on his shirt, tugging them open, and he doesn’t stop you.

“Yeah,” he leans back, lets you unbutton his shirt for him. There’s a slight blush that creeps up his neck when you’re gaping at his exposed chest underneath. He’s lean, toned even. There’s something fierce swirling in your gut when you keep unbuttoning and you’re met with the beginnings of a happy trail.

“Oh my god.”

“I’m sorry I should’ve—”

You push his shirt off his shoulders. “Should’ve what?”

“Um—you know, shaved or, you know—”

“No. God, no,” your eyes widen, mouth practically watering at the sight of his midriff just above his jeans. “Don’t do that, like, ever.”

“Oh. Noted.” He smiles even, relieved. Obviously, he hadn’t prepared for something like this to happen.

Nor is he prepared for your fingers at his waistband, despite watching you so keenly make your way down his chest.

“Do you have a condom?” You ask, to which he freezes up. He hadn’t expected you to ask something so suddenly, despite your clear intentions.

“Um…” Yuuta reaches into his pocket, fishing out his wallet. You watch as he digs in the various slots, sighing in relief when he finds what he needed: that little rubber circlet wrapped in gold foil. “Got it.”

You electively choose to ignore the fact that the package is gold with the foreboding bold black letters spelling out the word MAGNUM. 

“So, is it okay?” Your hands pause over his zipper, right between your thighs. He nods and you tug it down, the sound louder in your ears than your breathing. You unbutton him then, and you’re faced with the tent in his boxers, freed from the confines of his pants. There’s even a wet patch there, which makes you feel incredibly warm when you see it.

He flinches, squirms a bit when you palm him over his boxers until his half-hard cock is at full size beneath the fabric. You tug at the edge, pulling down, and when you see it—the full length of it, pretty and pink against his tummy—you’re speechless.

“Oh.”

Suddenly Yuuta knows exactly how you felt when he was staring at your tits for too long. But he doesn’t know what to say that wouldn’t make him sound stupid. Do you like it? Is it… not what you expected? God, please stop staring—

He’s less nervous and more awed when you wrap your fingers around the base and give it a slow tug. Pre-cum pearls at the tip as you squeeze and move your hand up, which quickly runs down his shaft and over your fingers. He drops the condom somewhere next to you, too distracted by your touch to care.

“Surprised people aren’t throwing themselves at you with this thing in your pants,” you smile, easing the tension by making Yuuta laugh.

“Hmm,” he’s still watching, transfixed as you spit down onto your hand. “Guess I never really advertised it.”

“There’s not enough room in here but,” he twitches as your thumb makes little circles as it passes over his tip, “Next time I want you in my mouth.”

Next time?

Yuuta reaches for your shorts, fingers itching to pull them off. “Let me see you.”

Saying it is one thing, but actually getting them off is another. It’s nowhere near sexy: you shuffle off his lap while minding your head on the low ceiling, and almost kick him several times as you drag your shorts and undies down your legs. Yet, with him it doesn’t seem to kill the mood at all; rather, when you look over at him, after your shorts land somewhere on the car floor, he’s got a fist wrapped around his shaft, giving it a slow tug. He’s speechless at the sight of you and you can only hope that’s a good thing. But judging by the blush on his face and how hard he is, you’re guessing it is.

After a bit of staring, he says, “There’s not enough room in here but… next time, I want you in my mouth.”

“Idiot,” you smile, his words being exactly the same as what you said earlier. He gives you a boyish grin that makes you hope he means it when he says ‘next time’. 

“Lay down, Yuuta.”

Yuuta’s eyes widen at your instruction, but he nods. He lays down across your backseat, his long legs bent at the knee. There’s just barely enough room to do so, but you manage to straddle him, ducking your head down and using your hands on his bare chest to balance yourself. Yuuta then pulls you forward by the waist, captures your lips in another kiss. Even though you don’t know him very well, you’re already starting to understand—that sex for him must be romanticized. And it’s entirely too endearing.

More endearing still is the soft moan he’s pressing into your kiss when you grind your hips down onto him. You pull away just enough to reach between you, lining up his cock right between your folds. You just feel him against your cunt—the size and length of him, wondering how you’ll fit him inside. Yuuta watches as you slowly rock your hips up and down his length, groans when the sensitive head of his cock catches on your clit. He can tell by the way your thighs clench at his sides, that you’re enjoying this—that maybe, you might even cum, just like this.

So he places his hands on your sides. Watches, incredibly enamored, as you let his hands help you back and forth, as cute little whines slip from your lips, a sound he didn’t think you could make. As you get closer and closer, your eyes shut and you’re focused entirely on reaching your high, grinding your needy clit up and down his shaft. With Yuuta’s help, you cum by rubbing on his cock like a horny teenager, drenching him with your wetness.

“The condom,” Yuuta blurts out, his voice on edge. Watching you cum on him like that has him worked up already. “Please—”

“Yeah,” you nod, breathless. “Right.”

You dig into the seat beside your thigh and find it, tearing it open quickly. He lets you roll it over his length, and practically breathes a sigh of relief when you sit up and line him up with your entrance. He’s big—there’s no mistaking that, when you start to sink down and the tip feels like a stretch. If there was more room in the car Yuuta would’ve prepped you properly, opening you up with his long fingers. But instead, he’s met with the resistance of your tight cunt, and he can’t help but feel a little bit guilty.

“Sorry, I—”

“Sorry for what, being big?” You ask, rather breathless. You wager you’re about halfway down his length, already feeling rather full. “First time anyone ever says sorry for something like that. It’s okay, I can take you, big boy.”

Yuuta’s cock practically jumps at the compliment; he can’t help but feel even the smallest bit of pride at the way you’re struggling to take all of him. He holds your hips and pulls you down while he pushes up, quickly stuffs you to the hilt. You moan, whimper, and he kisses your cheek as a form of apology. 

With the low height of the car, there’s not much room for you to move, so you opt for letting him do the work. He holds you still, your chest against his own, as he slowly pulls back and pushes in—again, and again. There’s no room left in either of your lungs for words. You simply listen to his breathing, louder in your ear as it mixes with the moans he’s trying to keep at bay. His voice is incredibly addicting when it sounds like this, even more so when he starts to pick up the pace. He turns the slow drag back and forth of his cock into quicker, shallow thrusts.

And embarrassingly enough, you moan incredibly loud at the change in pace. Yuuta can feel what he’s doing to you, with the way you’re suddenly squeezing down on him. With the heat and feeling of your cunt around him, he can’t help but get rougher—slamming up into you, fucking you in earnest.

“Shit.” It’s the first time you’ve heard him curse, the man below you breathless as he’s chasing his high. “I—I’m gonna cum,”

You hold on tight to his shoulders, letting him use you as he pleases. His grip on your sides tightens as he holds you down, those last few thrusts into you hitting you deep. With a groan, he cums into the rubber, and you take a few minutes just resting against his chest in the backseat of your hot, sticky, and way-too-cramped car. His chest rises and falls with every deep breath against yours and in the silence you find you can hear his heartbeat thundering in his chest.

“Yuuta?”

“Hm?” He hums back lazily, dazed.

“Should we head back inside?”

“Fuck,” he laughs, “Yeah I… I’m still on the clock. And I have to get you that sticker…”

After pinching the round tip of the condom and pulling it off of him, you both shuffle around in the backseat to look for your clothes. As he’s buttoning his shirt, you murmur, uncharacteristically shy, “Yuuta… I hope I can see you again after today.”

“You’ll definitely be seeing me.” He says it so plainly, as if a fact. It surprises you. 

“Oh? Why’s that?”

As you’re putting your shirt back on he leans over to the passenger side, finding the documents you’d brought with you earlier. He places the car registration tag in the front of the pile and grins like an idiot.

“What’s so funny?” You ask, squinting at the paper. He points at the expiration date on the paper, and you groan in exasperation when you make sense of the numbers. “Fucking hell, next week?”

“It’s a date then?”

“Shut up.”

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man repellent yuuji

word count: 700+

itadori yuuji is such a vibe-acious young man that he naturally repels ppl who try to hit on his friends.

tags: platonic yuuji fluff

read on ao3

grocery trips are supposed to be routine, mundane, ordinary. and for you, they usually are. because usually, your dour expression and the odd hours you leave your apartment are enough to prevent you from having to endure small talk.

but today, you're out on a weekend afternoon buying chocolate chip cookie ingredients for a picnic in shinjuku gyoen that nobara insisted on.

you had laughed at megumi's dour expression when she and yuuji had thrown their arms around his shoulders and swung all their body weight against his side while whining about how it was the first weekend off you all shared in weeeeeeks. you had taken much less convincing, lured by an excuse to try a new recipe and spend a day in the sun.

you're in the baking section looking at your phone because you can't quite remember, did the recipe specify dark or light brown sugar? yuuji's in the next aisle looking for a specific brand of hard seltzer that nobara had insisted on trying. before you realize, you're zoned out wondering what difference it would make if you only used the white sugar you had at home already. you only register the guy standing next to you when he leans toward you and asks, "oh, whatcha baking?"

you don’t pick up any hostile energy off of him, so you answer honestly. he smiles at you, and continues asking questions. are you baking for a friend? do you bake often? what’s your favorite thing to bake? any tips?

when he suggests the two of you get together so you can show him some skills, it dawns on you that he isn’t a beginner baking enthusiast at all.

he's trying to flirt with you.

if this were your usual grocery trip, you would be scrambling for the right words to get him out of your hair as quickly and quietly as possible. but this isn't your usual grocery trip and today, you have an ace up your sleeve.

he has pink hair and the kind of easy, infectious smile that instantly endears him to any stranger who crosses his path. he’s just so nice. most importantly though, he’s about as affectionate as a golden retriever. if you’re within arm’s reach, he’s throwing an arm around your shoulders or resting his chin on top of your head. if not? he’s coming within arms reach, simple as that.

warm touches come as easy as breathing to itadori.

“hey yuuji?” you call, voice raised but not enough to alarm any other shoppers. like he was waiting for your cue, your ace turns the corner. 

he’s already smiling.

"yep! right here! i got the drinks nobara wanted, did you find what you were looking for?" he shifts his shopping basket to his right hand, and his left arm finds its way across your shoulders. "we can go to another store if you want." you lean into the warmth of his side, and the stranger across from the two of you doesn’t miss it. 

yuuji smiles at him too. he greets him with the classic bro nod, “hey man, how ya doing?”

the stranger’s smile looks just a little bit less confident now. 

“i’m good, thanks.” his gaze flits back to you, “i’ve gotta get going. have a nice day.” 

you watch him power-walk down the aisle in silence.

“pfft.” the sound leaves you as soon as the stranger leaves your line of sight.

yuuji whips his head around to look at you, eyes round as a puppy’s. “whatwhatwhat? did i miss something? what did he do? do you know him? do i know him?” his rapid-fire interrogation spurs on another round of giggles from you.

“nothing!” by the way he drops his basket to grab you by the shoulders, you can tell yuuji isn’t convinced. “i’ve never seen him before, yuuji i swear!”

“i don’t believe you! why are you laughing? tell meeeee” now yuuji is shaking you hard enough to make your head wobble back and forth. the silliness of the whole situation makes you ugly laugh even harder.

with no end in sight to your mysterious giggle fit, yuuji drops your shoulders and picks up his shopping basket. he whips out his best frodo impression for you: “alright then, keep your secrets.”

with an eye roll, he puts your baking ingredients into his basket and makes his way to checkout. you’re right on his tail, fighting to suppress the giggles and convince him that nothing happened.

after he finishes paying, he purposely ruffles your hair hard enough to leave one side of your hair completely lopsided.

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This was me vs my five year old cousin who threw my remote at my tv on saturday

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this is going around twitter rn but im also super curious: please tell me your top four comfort movies that you’re always down to watch bc my friend thinks mine are ridiculous and now we’ve realised everyone’s version of “comfort” is hilariously different

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Summer Heat.

summary: after you two slept together you try you try your best to make him lose control like that again. Featuring : Choso part 1. masterlist

“our secret moments in a crowded room, they got no idea about me and you. There is an indentation in the shape of you. Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo”

you see him everywhere, your eyes always catching him anywhere - making eyes contact before looking away. he makes you nervous, never knowing what to do anymore around him after the first time you both slept together. Both of you acting like nothing ever happened - but once you both look each other in the eyes, you see him once again on top of you.

You’re both currently at a summer pool party - it’s hot - your tight slim light blue swimsuit, sticking to your skin. Feet kicking in the water, the hot summer sun shining over everyone. Itadori and kugisaki splashing water around in the pool, smiles radiating despite how hot it is. “It’s so fucking hot” you think, hand waving in your face. Your eyes make their way to choso, who is grilling pattys in shorts - eyeing him and they way his back flex’s underneath the scorching sun, large scars surrounding his back.

He turns around, almost like he felt the way you were eyeing him - you look down quickly, looking at your feet in the water. Biting your lip, looking up slowly - he’s looking back at you. You get up, hands burning from the quartz flooring. Walking to where gojo and getou were drinking a couple of beers. Sitting down next to getou, smiling at him as you grab a beer from the cooler.

Laying down on the pool chair - your breast spilling out of the swimsuit you wore just to get his attention - Feet crossed and eyes closed. You feel his burning gaze on you - you smile as you know you’re going to win this small unspoken fight. Time to turn it up a notch.

Hand reaching into your tote bag - grabbing the large bottle of sunscreen, “getou, can you rub this on my back?” You smile at him, waving the bottle in your hand. He gets up, hand out as you pour some of the liquid in his large hands - you turn onto the chair - “can you start right here?” Your hands go onto your lower back, looking back up at him and smiling. Gojo just looks in amusement as getou rubs it where you asked him, smirking at what you told him to do for you.

After rubbing it all over your back, you ask him to do it somewhere else - “oh wait can you do it on my thighs too? I can’t reach~” head laying down on your arms, looking up at him - he stood tall over you, squeezing some more of it into his hands. He slowly rubs your thighs, obviously enjoying it - he rubs it closer towards your ass, you fake a small quiet moan, feeling choso’s rage and seeing it radiating around him as he just stood there, looking over at you both.

You make eye contact with him, smiling smug at him - you raise your arms, getting up , “okay thank you so much, getou…I couldn’t reach, you know?” He smirks at you, sitting back down. “I would fuck” you thought, laughing to yourself quietly. You joke, I mean you would if choso wasn’t in the picture. Going back to what you planned, throwing the thought out of your mind.

You get back up from the pool chair, catching choso’s eyes - walking past him to go inside. Opening the door, your ass jiggling with every step you take - you make your way to the bathroom, making sure to leave the door unlocked. You look at yourself in the mirror, hands brushing your hair. The door opens, smirking as you see him walk in. He locks it - “do you think you’re funny? Doing this to me?” He questions, grabbing onto your hips - trapping you in between the bathroom counter and his large body, standing tall over you.

His hands toying with your swim bottoms, “what am I doing to you?” You look at him through the mirror, a sharp inhale escaping your body - he untied one side of your bikini - his face in your neck, kissing softly on you. Just the slightest touch of his drives you wild. Yours hands gripping tightly on the marble counter. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me…making him rub you like that - touch you like that. Only I can”

He turns you around, facing him - he’s touching you softly but you can feel like rage in his fingertips. He just needs to untie the other part of your bikini for you to be half naked, considering you were just wearing a tight bikini top and bottom. Your faces inches apart - you think he’ll close the space between you two when he grazes your lips, you feel his cool breath on your face.

You feel hot, “who said only you could touch me like that?” You breath out - eyes taking a quick look to his lips, looking back up to look at his eyes. You see the furious look in his eyes - smiling at him. It quickly drops when he unties the other part of your bottoms. It falls on the floor softly, leaving your bare pussy for him. He grabs the back of your thighs, picking you up and putting you down softly on the counter.

You inhale harshly as he pressed his lips on you, one hand brings it way to grope and grab your soft breast through the thin material - the kiss feels electric and you can feel the unspoken words between you two. You grab his nape, your fingers feeling his soft hair. This feels so pornagraphic, the moans escaping your mouth - everything about this was pornagraphic to you. He pulls apart from you, both of you breathing heavily - his hands go to pull off his swim shorts, you can see the imprint of his cock through the swim material - obviously hard - before he pulls it down.

“You know only I can touch you like that…after the way I touched you before, the way you were moaning,…” he brought his hand down to your wet pussy, his fingers massaging your clit. Your moaning so loud - hoping that no one comes inside to hear you, “…the way you were grabbing onto me, the way you screamed my name” he looked into your eyes, you’re struggling to keep everything under control.

He put a finger inside of you, all wet - easily sliding into you - hands grabbing his shoulders and your legs gripping his hips, bringing his body closer to you. You feel his tip on your body, veiny and pulsing - ready to feel you once more, precum coming out of his tip. head on the mirror - taking his fingers out of you - you see the clear liquid on his fingers, embarrassment clearly seen over your face - you feel red.

He grabs his cock, lining it up with your wet pussy - He pushes in softly, handling you with care. “I want you, only you. Tell me you’re mine…please” before you could answer - he bottoms out, you feel his balls on your ass. And after that - everything clears your mind. He lets you get used to him before pulling out and bottoming out in you again. You hold him tightly, the sweat on both of your body’s - the heat in your room making you both sweat more with everything that’s going on.

He starts being rough, his balls slapping on your ass - it’s too much - you grab his face, colliding your lips harshly. You moan into the kiss, tongues wrapping around each other, smiling into the kiss and it’s all clear to you now. You love him so much. And you’re sure he feels it too, he’s pumping into you softly now - you pull away one hand goes to his lips - one finger on them - looking into each other’s eyes you whisper, “I’m yours…tell me you’re mine. I - I love you…”

this feels right, it feels so right. You knew before you both even slept together. The looks you both sent to each other, the way he would softly touch you but still say you were just friends and nothing more - when he would protect you from anyone who would try to harm you.

But he goes silent, still looking you in the eyes. You stutter - trying to mutter out something else, pulling away ever so slightly. He grabs a hold of you, you look down but he brings your head up with a finger. Despite not wanting to look him in the eyes, you do anyways. He kisses you once more but pulling away before you could even kiss back, “I’m yours and I love you so…so much”

You smile at him, everything going into place again. He slowly slides out - fucking into your wet pussy - the sounds should embarrass you, but you’re getting fucked like your life depended on it. His hand gropes your breast, pinching your nipple. You arch your back - hands going up to his hair, pulling on it. He didn’t seem to care and kept pumping his cock into your cunt.

He grabs your hand, holding it intertwined with yours. And if makes your heart warm, the simple gesture of locking your fingers - As he enjoys the way you feel around his cock. He likes the way you moan underneath him, your plush thighs squeezing around his hips, they feel like their suffocating him. He feels you clench around him - feeling the spongy walls surround him, “ngh- gonna cu-cum!” You moan out, mouth open and drool, dripping down your chin.

You feel your climax coming and you know he’s about to cum as well so you kiss him - and as you tighten around him - you both cum at the same time. You moan out his name, still holding his hand and practically tackling him the way you hugged him so tightly. Both of you coming down from it, you look at each other and smile. He pumps his cum into you and then pulls out of you gently, squirting his last few pumps on your stomach.

Picking up your bottoms from the floor, he puts you in them softly, white cream spilling out but he shoves it back inside of you, looking down at everything he was doing you smile. Dropping down of the counter, you unlock the door and walk out with him - holding his hand and hoping for the best now.

“Inescapable, I’m not even gonna try. And if I get burned - well at least we were electrified. I’m spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we’re both drunk - everyone thinks that they know us, but they know nothing”

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it's quite annoying that he looks good even when sleep deprived >:(

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you'll never hear the end of it when naoya is animated, telling u that much now. idgaf if it takes another three years. the things i have to say about that man. it's my duty as his wife of 47 years. my keys will be CRUNCHING, that's the mess i will make after feasting my gaze upon him for merely half a second.

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MEET ME AT HOME!!

☆ || ft. Megumi Fushiguro.

☆ ->contents;; aged up!character. sub!character. subspace. mommy kink. handjob. praise || mdni!!

Imagine having a tired MEGUMI FUSHIGURO trotting through the door. Coming home from a tough mission he has been away for, for almost a whole week without you.

Your boyfriend needs to rest now. Plopping himself down on the couch of your shared home along with you. His poor tired eyes closing properly for the very first time in days. The half of his body is draped over yours, head reaching up to get a kiss on the lip once before he sinks his head down to lay comfortably on his chest.

Well he could’ve laid comfortably on your chest, if not the obvious bulge in his pants would bother Megumi that much. Making him whine and cling to your body even more.

The poor attempt to hump your thigh failing when he feels you holding his body close to yours. Holding his hips still before you go on to unbutton his most likely uncomfortable pants.

Cock straining uncomfortably against his boxers that has already a wet patch of pre cum on it. A loud shudder escapes his mouth when you palm him softly. Your hand cupping Megumi‘s painful erection, making him cry out for more.

Stripping him out of the rest of his uniform and painful tight boxers until his leaky cock slaps against his stomach, looking red and angry. Drooling loads of pre that you spread all over his needy cock.

Quickly after working the Sorcerer up, you slip away under his body, laying his upper body against the back rest so he sits properly with you supporting his body from the side. One arm snug around his naked torso and the other hand teasing his painful cock.

„'hurts, couldn’t cum without you…“, your boyfriend mumbles. Telling you he wasn’t able to deal with his horniness the whole trip long, of course he needs his attentive girlfriend to take care of him. Confirmed with the tired „mommy-“ he chokes out when your grip around his cock looses.

„Don’t worry baby, I got you. G‘nna take care of you, yeah ? My good boy working so hard for me.“ you whisper to him. Making Megumi‘s cock twitch from the praise.

Loud cry‘s and groans escape his mouth when you start moving your hand. Fisting his cock tightly in just the right pace to make him feel amazing and lose his already dumb-gone mind over.

The whole sexual frustration he collected now numbing his brain as it’s satisfied now. Wet noises so erotic in his ears along with your sugar coated words. „Good boy, so good for me, 'Gumi. Mommy‘s so proud of you. Will indulge my special boy for the whole rest of the week, don’t you worry.“ and the male could only respond with a loud whimper when you clamp especially hard down around the upper part of his shaft with your fist.

His head is thrown back into his neck at this point. Back arching in your addictive, magic touch around his dick as Megumi bucks his hips up into your ring of fingers. Chasing after his long awaited orgasm he wasn’t able to grasp for days.

„Mommy, mommy, mommy, fuck, close!“, your boyfriend gets out with breathy moans. Trying his best to communicate you he’s about to cum like the good boy he is. Pressing a quick kiss to his temple, you Speed your movements up. As well as leaning Megumi‘s drool covered face in your chest.

His lips try in a poor attempt to catch your nipple in his mouth, body twitching so hard from all the pleasure you provide him with your hand.

With a sinful, lewd moan, the sorcerer cums all over your fist and his abs. thick, messy and sticky ropes of cum rolling down to collect on your boyfriends thighs as he rides out the aftermath of his mind blowing orgasms.

Finally, finally his hungry mouth closed around your nipple. Glossy eyes staring up at you with a mouth full of tit. Trying to be as close as possible to you, wanting to touch as much skin as possible.

„mommy‘s good boy“, you praised him again. „How about I ride you now, mhm ? Milking your cock until you‘re fully recovered from your frustration.“

mdni, every character is of legal age

2023 © INUMAKIC, please do not translate, modify or republish my works

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Low quality Armin gives me life

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KID GOJO!!!! 💙

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transmasc/transman legato relationship hcs with someone who is also transmasc/a transman? sfw and nsfw if that’s okay :))))

Gladly.

I approached this set of thoughts specifically with TriStamp Legato in mind. Given, however, that he's had approximately five minutes of screen time so far, these impressions may change in the future as we learn more about this particular iteration of the character. For now, I hope these will suffice.

'YOLO', as the youth say.

CW: NSFW HCs (below the yellow 'adult content' divider), gender-affirming medical care, emotionally unhealthy dynamics, dubcon fantasy (implied), dominant/submissive dynamics, degradation/humiliation kink elements, use of toys

🍷 'Relationship' is likely a generous word for the dynamic at play. Legato is more apt to call it simply an 'arrangement' when left to his own devices, if indeed he calls it anything at all. You're playmates, as far as he's concerned -- but only at the appropriate times and in the appropriate places. He's not an 'attachments' kind of man, after all; as he's so very fond of reminding you.

🍷 (And that's an important thing to keep in mind, really -- the aversion he has to personal attachment. In truth, whether or not he's as incapable of understanding such things as he claims -- [he's not] -- isn't the issue. What is the issue though is the fact that his devotion to Millions Knives will eclipse all other things in his life so long as Millions Knives exists for him to fixate upon in the first place. Legato is nothing if not a loyal man; and Knives had his loyalty long before you came into the picture. There's very little you can say about this that he hasn't heard before.

What I'm saying is: you will never 'fix' Legato with patience or love alone. So -- what will you do?)

🍷 Legato favors a cultivated, sleek variety of masculinity in himself -- (less the brutalizing crush of a hammer, more the clever precision of a garrote) -- and thus takes a certain amount of satisfaction in his sighthound-like figure. There's a slinky, understated 'not altogether one, not altogether the other' quality in his looks that he's come to like, straddling an amorphous border between 'masculine' and 'feminine' in a way that's his to control and channel as he sees fit.

🍷 (Likewise, he favors a masculine presentation in prospective partners as well. He has something of a private little liking for people with a more physically imposing build than he himself possesses.)

🍷 Legato looks well on competence. He doesn't care for 'cute', and he doesn't care for 'naïve'; seeing excess softness in others as a childish flaw best either rectified, or toyed with for his own amusement. If he sees you as too gentle or too readily distracted from the bigger picture by your own emotional whims, then he's in no way above winding you up, manipulating you, or engineering situations designed to strain your commitment to your principles. He sees it as a favor, really -- even if you aren't inclined to agree just yet.

🍷 Legato has had top surgery -- (less as a specifically, strictly, consciously gender-affirming matter and more as a 'breasts, even small ones, are annoying and throw off my silhouette in a way I find visually irksome, and I would like to simply not deal with them anymore' matter) -- and opts for ongoing hormone replacement. He has no interest whatsoever in bottom surgery.

🍷 Legato typically takes a more domineering sexual role, somewhat stone-adjacent, due to a combination of personal factors, including [a] being particular about how people interact with various parts of his body and when, thus preferring to orchestrate the experience himself [b] relishing the sense of power over others in their most unguarded moments, and [c] an intense, general mistrust toward others which makes him wildly unwilling to be vulnerable in the ways that matter.

🍷 (This does not mean, however, that he doesn't privately fantasize at times about being taken, completely, by someone or something he couldn't say no to even if he wanted to. It's not so unusual, after all, for the very people who luxuriate in control to be fascinated too by the notion of having that control stripped away.)

🍷 He strongly prefers clitoral and external stimulation over vaginal penetration, to the point that it's typically best to assume that he doesn't want anything inside him unless he specifically invites it.

🍷 He also doesn't generally have much fondness for receiving oral. It's invasive, the combination of slimy, squirming tongue and panting breath is viscerally discomfiting if he isn't primed to tolerate it, and, quite frankly, most people are just not particularly good at it in the first place.

What he does like, however, is standing over you and letting you have a taste of him, passively permissive as your mouth urges against his cunt in needy, sloppy little pulls. If he doesn't feel like you quite deserve that at the moment though, he's prone to simply dipping a couple fingers inside himself for you to suck clean. Or gag on, for that matter.

🍷 Legato hates having his face stared at during sex. While many people find prolonged eye contact immensely intimate in erotic encounters, Legato finds it wildly irritating. At the best of times, he's apt to respond by self-suppressing, shifting in a way that breaks the line of sight, using the veil of his own hair as a barrier, and so on. At the worst of times, he's likely to snap something to the effect of a nettled, "Do you mind?" or, if his mood is soured enough, put a stop to things entirely and simply redress, radiating icy displeasure.

🍷 Legato finds strap-ons aesthetically inelegant, offputting, and, with few exceptions, absolutely ridiculous. He has no interest in using one on you. He might let you use one on him if he's feeling especially agreeable, but you'd best believe he's going to cock-shame your toy mercilessly all the same. You'd best also believe that he's going to pin you under him and spend as much leisure time as he wants figuring out just how to grind himself down onto it in a way that's utter torment on your cunt.

🍷 It's a bit of a game to him to see just how much of his hand he can fit inside you over time. Can you take all four fingers, do you think? How about his knuckles too?

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☆ || TOGE INUMAKI

-> tit play & sucking || mdni

tiddy boy!TOGE INUMAKI gets a raging hard on every time he touches your tits and he isn't able to fit all of them in his palms. Watching quietly how he groped them in that skimpy little top of yours that has your boobs overspilling and your nipples poking rouch so easily.

God, he loves your tits.How soft they feel and how nice they jiggle against his face when you ride him. The best is latching his mouth to one of your nipples and quietly suckle away while you pat his head.Toge may as well just fall asleep like that, glued to your pillowy tits in his mouth.Having you feel his curse marks against them while he sucks the life out of them.

It’s just so comforting to him. Crashing face first in your breasts and the mouth feel of the warm flesh always makes Toge relax in your hold. Sucking so quietly on them that it’s barley audible besides the noises his mouth creates around your nipple.

Grabbing them and kissing them in the morning is a must for him. It’s his favorite thing to wake up and fall asleep to… or on.

mdni, every character is 18+

© INUMAKIC 2023, please do not translate, modify or republish my works

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PSA

When you send a request to a writer here on tumblr, they don't have to do your request. We write this stuff for free in the little free time many of us have.

If you want your request done so badly, pay the writer for their work, don't go DMing people wondering when your request will be done.

If you do that to me I'll straight up delete your request out of spite.

We don't have to do what you want. Seriously. You guys don't treat artists like this so what makes you think you can walk all over writers like that???

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hello! congrats on 1k, you deserve it! i was wondering if i could possibly request prompt 1 with okkotsu yuta from jujutsu kaisen? thanks so much! <3

✨️𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞🛌

♡ Yuta Okkotsu x gn! Reader, 1k words

♡ warnings: injury, minor blood mention

♡ part of my 1k event.ೃ࿔*:･

You're beyond exhausted, your legs as wobbly as pudding, as you stand in the elevator next to Yuta, going up to your room. The mission had been harder than expected, and now both of you are just glad that you made it out alive and in one piece. Yuta releases a deep breath. "I hope Ijichi booked a nice room for us with big, comfortable beds..." You chuckle. "Yeah, not like last time when we both had to be squished up on these tiny, hard beds." Yuta agrees, laughing as he thinks back to your last mission. "The mattresses were hard as stone." 

Your shaky legs carry you to the room, and the two of you check the number, confirming that it's indeed yours, before opening the door with the key you've been given at the reception. The moment both of you enter the crammed room, it dawns on you. This is even worse than last time. There's only one bed. "This has to be a mistake... right?" Yuta asks in disbelief, eyeing the queen-sized bed in the middle of the small room. Cold sweat gathers at the base of your neck. This can't be... you can't sleep in one bed with Yuta! Not with your classmate, whom you also happen to be in love with ever since meeting him. Besides, Rika would probably kill you if you even dared to touch him. "Let's call Ijichi-san." You reply, your gaze not averting from what seems to be your mortal enemy now. A bed that you have to share with your crush. 

Yuta steps out onto the room's tiny balcony while calling the assistant sorcerer. You watch as he nods and bows while on the phone. Even when people can't physically see him, he's overly polite. A few moments later, he steps back into the room, and your worst expectations are confirmed. "Apparently, there's been a problem with the booking. No other room is free... we'll have to somehow deal with this. I'm so sorry, y/n!" Yuta bows, and you frantically shake your hands to wave the apology away. "It's not your fault, Yuta! There's no need to feel bad!" You try to console him. "I'm sure we can figure something out! We always do!" That seems to brighten his mood tremendously, and he gives you a nod and a bright smile. 

"I'll go wash up in the bathroom." You can't help but cringe as you look at yourself in the mirror of the dimly lit bathroom. You're grimy, your uniform is soiled, and cuts and bruises are scattered all over your body. Slowly, you peel the black uniform off your body, giving your bare body one last quick glance in the mirror before hopping into the shower. 

Brown and red mix with the water, going down the drain in a constant swirl until it eventually runs clear. You vigorously scrub everything clean, as if it would help free you from today's memories. As if you could scrub yourself clean from the curse's grasp that still seems to snake around you, squeezing tighter and tighter, giving you the feeling you can't breathe. You step out of the steaming shower, some of the weight lifted off your shoulders as you're finally clean, at least physically. 

"Do you feel better now?" Yuta asks as you step back into the room. He's changed out of his white jujutsu uniform and instead put on a simple pullover and sweatpants combo. While you've been showering, your classmate seems to have been busy switching through the tv channels and getting comfortable on the bed. "A lot." You reply with a small smile, flopping down on the other side of the bed. Yuta's gaze shifts from the tv over to you, and of course it lingers on your cheek and neck, littered with bruises. It's almost as if his eyes burn into you, and for a moment an uncomfortable silence fills the room, only relieved by the constant chatter coming from the tv. "Are you hurt anywhere else?" He finally asks. An inner conflict rages inside of you. If you tell him that you're fine, Yuta won't believe you, and if you admit to having more wounds all over your body, he'll feel guilty. So what's the right option?

The raven haired sighs, apparently, your silence is answer enough. "Please show me." Hesitantly, you pull off your pullover, revealing the numerous cuts and bruises on your back. "It's not that bad, is it?" Yuta doesn't reply, which makes you think that maybe it is 'that bad'. He reaches out his hands, hovering them over your body, and then warmth spreads throughout you. His reverse cursed technique feels comforting, warming like a fire in the coldest of winters. It feels safe. 

"You know, I can sleep on the floor. I don't mind." He mutters. Your back is still turned to him as his cursed technique flows through you, and maybe that's for the best. "No! You're equally exhausted! We're both gonna share this bed." You argue. "I demand that you sleep in the bed!" Yuta chuckles. It's very much like you to always consider the well-being of others. That's one of the many things he loves about you. "Then how about we share?" For a moment, Yuta isn't sure if you even heard his suggestion. His voice was barely above a whisper after all, but then you reply equally quiet,"sure." 

You shift around in the bed that's technically big but now feels teeny tiny with your crush right next to you. You pull the thick, heavy blanket up to your chin and then look over to Yuta. He's squished right up against the edge of his side, turned on his side. "You can come a little closer if you'd like. I don't want you to fall out." Slowly, Yuta crawls towards the middle, stopping once your shoulders are close enough to touch. He needs to feel that you're there...

"Thank you." You whisper. "Without you, I would've been done for." Then you grasp onto Yuta's hand, holding onto it while you get comfortable. "Good night." 

"Night y/n" He manages to croak out, his face hot and flushed. Yuta definitely wouldn't get much sleep tonight. 

💬A/n: thank you sm for your request anon!! While looking up photos for the header I kinda got back into my yuta phase 😢 1st year yuta is so cute!!! Def so shy and blushes at the smallest bit of physical affection 😭🥺

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I often think I could be such a good writer if I were better at writing