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𓍯𓂃mahito’s kitty 𖠣 yume side blog 𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆ 19 yo ₊ ⊹ any prns𓂃 ic time_woods
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kokohitos · 1 day ago
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i forgot about this, ive actually since been diagnosed with borderline personality disorder, not bipolar disorder
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had a thought
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kokohitos · 2 days ago
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Okay, I had to spend a little longer on the art because of my trip home, but it's ready🤸
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kokohitos · 3 days ago
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kokohitos · 3 days ago
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Jyurei Kazoku
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this isn't food.
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kokohitos · 3 days ago
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Yes, I’m one on these. It’s not a hear me out, it’s a hold me back. In fact I don’t think you can hold me back.
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kokohitos · 3 days ago
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that fucking au that i love
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kokohitos · 3 days ago
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Mahito Dating headcanons-
Feel free to request stuff, or ask stuff
-he likes to bully you, flick your hair, grab you- its annoying at first but you realize this is normal for him.
-Mahito isn’t sure how to date sometimes, and thinks a park is a good place for a date until you explain to him that perverts do this type of shit
-you tell him that and he grins “well you know- maybe i am~” his hand sliding down your thigh or arm, you question if he would push the limits since he is a curse
-is a raccoon and has dug through trash for a present when he misses something or wants to show love. He once dug through the back of a rosses to find something, he found a couple new, possibly chipped plates and brought them to you and you definitely questioned why they stunk
-he likes to lick you and I don’t mean romantically, he will full on just lick you like a dog, comment on the taste- claims to be tasting your soul
-will always make things sexual or deeply philosophical, he likes to contradict himself- he understands deep stuff but his emotions are of a kid so truly, does he believe what he says or is he just saying it?
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kokohitos · 3 days ago
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new day new wip ❤️❤️❤️
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kokohitos · 3 days ago
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Mahito likes to just stare at artwork - “do you think people interpret stuff because they see themselves in it Or do they think the art is whatever the thing in front of them and only appreciates that it exists only to find out there was a deeper meaning? How many connections can you fundamentally find within yourself when staring at art?”
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kokohitos · 3 days ago
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mahito’s got this nasty habit of shoving a hand under your waistband at the most random times—his misinterpretation of “pda” when you tried to explain the concept to him. in all honesty, it’s probably the gentlest form of sex he’s capable of, so you tolerate it.
right now, playing monopoly on the coffee table, you pretend to focus on your property empire—but it’s a herculean effort with mahito’s fingers rubbing your clit like a lucky charm.
“the ueno zoo is mine,” he mutters, counting his play money with casual cruelty. (he’s fixated on that spot; no one else gets why it’s so important) much to jogo’s disgust, the bills are sticky with your arousal, and he’s regretting being the banker. choso, predictably, wears the blank expression of neutral judgment. sighing, mahito plops the slick, sticky dice into jogo’s palm.
“your turn.”
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kokohitos · 3 days ago
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mahito loves how expressive you are.
he makes a sideshow of your porn faces, wearing them back at you in caricature: lips parted, tongue lolling, eyes rolling, brows scrunched, all of it a grotesque parody of your pleasure. and just as your walls clamp down around him, he drives in deeper, waiting for the funniest reaction.
it’s a little game he’s invented to pass the time between stirring your guts with his cock—because nothing screams “romance” like being mocked mid-fuck, lol. lucky for you and your masochistic tendencies. a shaky “mgh-hahh—” slips out, and mahito parrots it right back, as if mocking the very idea of you enjoying it. cock plunging deep, he tilts his head to match your fucked-out face, a cruel reflection of your own helplessness.
it’s obvious he’s chasing the comedy more than the orgasm—this isn’t about fucking you as much as it is about fucking with you. but that doesn’t stop you from taking every inch while he giggles like you’re both in on the joke… except you’re the joke.
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kokohitos · 3 days ago
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mahito is endlessly fascinated by the human body. he’s long understood the delicacy of the soul—this, however, is baser. corporeal. a mechanical inevitability embedded in tissue and nerve, governed by reflex instead of belief. how strange, he thinks, that the body performs its functions on such a rigid schedule. and the grotesque simplicity of it all! hunger, fatigue, arousal, defecation. urination etc. signals pulsing through flesh like corrupted code in a malfunctioning machine. desire doesn’t quite enter the equation, not the way it does for you. what he feels is a morbid curiosity only someone unburdened by mortality could indulge. and the irrepressible urge to prod at the seams of your physiology until something fails.
this week’s fixation: your bladder.
he grins as you writhe on the floor, delighted by how quickly dignity corrodes under pressure. your bladder is full. painfully, pressingly so. each pulse of heartbeat sends a bright, stabbing echo through your core. cramps bloom in your pelvis, and even imagining relief feels catastrophic.
“you’re leaking chemicals into your blood right now, y’know that?” mahito chirps, mismatched eyes alight in joy. “your kidneys are in crisis and your brain’s screaming. all this drama, just to keep warm fluid inside a sack of skin.” then he moves—heel poised above the slight swell beneath your navel, then pressed in, a methodical increase in pressure. the whimper that escapes you is undignified and high-pitched.
he beams. and presses harder.
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