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USA people! Buy NOTHING Feb 28 2025. Not anything. 24 hours. No spending. Buy the day before or after but nothing. NOTHING. February 28 2025. Not gas. Not milk. Not something on a gaming app. Not a penny spent. (Only option in a crisis is local small mom and pop. Nothing. Else.) Promise me. Commit. 1 day. 1 day to scare the shit out of them that they don't get to follow the bullshit executive orders. They don't get to be cowards. If they do, it costs. It costs.

Then, if you can join me for Phase 2. March 7 2025 thtough March 14 2025? No Amazon. None. 1 week. No orders. Not a single item. Not one ebook. Nothing. 1 week. Just 1.

If you live outside the USA boycott US products on February 28 2025 and stand in solidarity with us and also join us for the week of no Amazon.

Are you with me?

Spread the word.

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✦ mdni , smut , afab!reader , blasphemy , cumplay , size kink , squirting , some dub!con , two dicked + four armed thukuna , corruption kink , wet dreams , imagine thukuna w/o tattoo's in his human form .

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incubus!sukuna works for his sustinance smarter, not harder. that is why he infiltrated the church, disguising himself as a reverend. corrupting the faithful not only gave him the vital life force that he needed, it gave him that thrilling rush of lust and mischief.

he had targeted multiple people to torment and suck on their life force during mass. but none quite came as easy as you did. incubus!sukuna was filling in for the father at the confesional booth and heard some very interesting words.

"father, forgive me for i have sinned..." the wood planks creaked and shifted beneath you as you adjusted before confessing, "i've been having immoral thoughts and dreams... particularly from one of the heads of our church. oh, please, father, forgive me!"

incubus!sukuna had a grin spread across his face, one that reached to connect with his ears. you had confessed your rampant lust for him, and sukuna did not even need to lift a finger for it!

so incubus!sukuna began to watch your dreams carefully. studying what you liked and disliked. this however, diminished his vitality since these dirty dreams didn't last too long. sukuna's fatigue increased, making it for him to strive for home and recharge his flesh and blood form. his absence disturbed you, as your heart— as well as other parts you didn't wish to disclose, missed his 'upstanding' figure.

but the more you missed incubus!sukuna, the more you called on to and invited in this supernatural entity in to your dreams.

on the outside world, one could see you toss and turn in your bed, messing up and around your sheets along with the duvet. however, in the dream-scape, it was all about a sex fest!

like a moth to a flame, incubus!sukuna got inside your dream space and went haywire on you. and oh christ, you were positively sure you're going to hell for enjoying such a good fuck from a demon.

although, in the back of your mind, you knew things were odd from this dream. 7ft tall reverend with tattoos all over his naked body, a mouth in his belly, four arms, and two dicks!?

incubus!sukuna's belly mouth tongue teased with fluttering licks around your lower back. his top dick fucked your cunt senslessly while the tip of his bottom dick stimulated your clit with every raw, hammering thrust. his massive statue allowed him to smother your lips with his own, and claim any semblance of energy you harbored to keep for himself.

his large hands held you up in the air, his grip on your legs, waist, and arm never faltering to keep you in place. but sukuna wanted to play with your disgusting lust for him. now, you could see this entity in all his wretched glory once he turned you to face him. his upper dick slipping out to give opportunity to his lower one to feel a taste of you. his red eyes trailed to your pelvis and mused once they laid on the evident bump.

"look," said incubus!sukuna, sharp canines shining through his wide smile, "see how good your pussy takes me? damn, such a good fuck!"

the sex demon pressed down on the bulge and how his cock stretched your cunt out in all the good angles. you could only exhale a string of incoherent signs of gratitude by his words. your small, helpless frame made him laugh while while cumming in and out of you!

strings of thick milky cum began to fill you up and fall onto your chest and stomach. some drops falling on to your face as well. the knot on your stomach tightened but what sent you off to the edge was how incubus!sukuna began to play and cover you further with his thick cum. opening your cunt up with his thick fingers so that his jizz oozes out from you. keeping you on the floor and tapping his cocks on your sticky body. making you cum at his mercy over and over again.

least to say, you cursed when you woke up in the morning to a damp pool of your juices and the faint smell of cooked apples and sulfur.

[potassiumivy]

i effing love playboy so much i’m so happy you’re updating again 🩷🩷

omg that makes me so so happy!! thank you sm i’m glad that you enjoy it <33 🫶🫶

[potassiumivy]

I'm so tired of people complaining over and over again about how they're tired of seeing smut all the time but then there are very less reblogs on their page of any genre at all, especially the genre that they're demanding. This is such entitled behaviour, you consume and consume and do nothing to add to it, you don't share feedback, you don't comment, you don't reblog. It's insane. Second of all, I am voracious smut writer and reader and I have never had any shame in it whatsoever, however, I have so many pieces on my blog that are not entirely smut, it's smut with plot, I have pure fluff, angst and non-smut dark content as well. But guess what? Those posts get 100 notes over the course of a WEEK whereas a stupid horny choso drabble of mine that's so fucking unserious gets 6.5k+ notes, very obviously writers will have to write things that gets them engagement sadly before they can even introduce the work they really like to write. So yeah. Don't tell writers that they don't write anything beyond smut when this is how you treat them.

[potassiumivy]

Download all of the fanfiction you love if it's hosted in the U.S. Put it on a portable hard drive. We are all the archivists now.

Project 2025 will classify it all as pornography and it will disappear.

This isn't doomerism. They told us what they are going to do. Believe them.

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the mc/reader here is so so real 🫡

lotus. megumi f.

a/n; reader unintentionally sounds like a nut job idfk don't judge her i be saying shi like this too

megumi with an earthy girlfriend.

"I can feel your soul megs" you whispered calmly into your boyfriends ear, your naked chest was pressed flat against megumis bare back as you sat on your knees behind him. your chin rested softly against his left shoulder. megumi was sitting at the edge of his bed.

"what?" he turned his head to the left a little, looking at you in his peripheral with a look of slight judgement - his eyebrows raised and pushed together. after a couple seconds of thinking, megumis head turned straight forward again. "you feel my jujutsu, you mean." he corrected you.

you breathed in deeply in sync with him, moving your arms underneath his and placing your hands onto his chest.

this wasn't an uncommon occurrence for the two of you, been dating awhile so its only natural for you to sleep together. after the sex, it also wasn't uncommon for you to relish in one anothers company.

"no megumi," you whispered again, your breath tickled him this time. "not your jujutsu, your soul." you took another deep breath with him, what a closed minded boyfriend you've got.

megumis expression changed to a deadpan. "you can't feel souls. sorry to break it to you, lotus." he said, slipping in the nickname he picked out for you. his tone half sincere half sarcastic although it was laced with some curiosity.

"maybe not in the way you think," your hands started rubbing his shoulders. "but I feel the earths pulse, and I can feel yours resonating with it - like almost in the same frequency." your lovers navy blue comforter was cool against your bare lower half, barely covering anything as it pooled around you two.

megumi sighed knowingly though with tension he may have already had eased. his new expression was one of relaxation. "you're always saying things like that." he twisted his torso towards the left, pulling your nude frame onto his lap. "you make me wonder if there's any truth to your earthy wisdom." your boyfriend looked down at you trailing his fingers up your tattooed spine.

with the close proximity your breath mingled with one another. you let your eyes flutter closed as you let yourself relax into his built arms. "the earth doesn't lie megumi. it tells secrets to those who'll listen." he wrapped his arm around you tighter.

"i'll listen" he promised. "but I only wanna listen to you."

blondieeu xx

[potassiumivy]

exactly the theme ive started exploring in the new chapter of playboy…

Yuta's glow up will always amaze me even in my 80s

What did bro do in Africa 😭

[potassiumivy]

THIS‼️

ppl who refuse to simp for naoya but simp for sukuna and geto are so silly. like ah yes i tolerate cannibalism and genocide but i draw the line at misogyny

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✩₊˚.⋆ CALL ME BACK ! - suna rintarou / 10.01 / kinktober

CW: phone sex, suna being a softie, mutual masturbation, fingering, female anatomy, petnames, "shower sex" sort of, and voyeurism.

Word Count: 2.4k

Author's Note: here's day one of kinktober. i hope you guys enjoy reading! ily all smmm. leave a note or reblog to show support!

“i’m about to take a shower, angel,” suna murmured softly as he stood up from the bed. his hands sifted through his suitcase, pulling out fresh clothes to sleep in. it had only been three days since he last saw y/n, but it already felt like an eternity. work had taken him across the city, and he wasn’t allowed to bring anyone along—not even her, the one person he needed most.

he had told her about this trip months ago, yet when the day arrived, the reality hit hard.

y/n’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, her voice wavering as they embraced tightly.

“it’s just one week. it’ll pass in no time, i promise,” suna reassured her, pressing her against his chest. his hands traced soothing patterns along her lower back, slipping beneath the fabric of his oversized t-shirt she wore. despite his calm words, he wasn’t any better off. being away from y/n gnawed at him in ways he couldn’t put into words.

every day without her felt unbearable, like a slow unraveling of his mind. but for her sake, he stayed composed, trying to mask the frustration and longing that built up inside. he couldn’t let her see how much it hurt him too. after all, the last thing he wanted was to make this harder for her than it already was.

“are you going to hang up?” she asked, her voice thick with sleep. it was well past midnight, and amidst his whirlwind of a day, this was the only moment he truly had to talk to her, to catch up. she had been staying awake for this very reason, but when she heard suna’s words, her eyes snapped open. she didn’t want the call to end, not yet. though it had already been an hour, it felt like mere minutes had passed.

“maybe. do you not want me to?” his question was laced with a playful tease, but the faint frown on her lips tugged at his conscience. guilt stirred as he propped his phone on the bathroom counter, turning on the water in the shower. “okay, okay. i won’t,” he smiled.

“can you bring me in the shower with you?” she smiled softly, the sight of him soothing her enough to joke. “fine, but if i get water damage, i’m blaming you,” he replied, reappearing in the frame. she hummed in response, content in the quiet, watching as he tugged off his hoodie, then his shirt, his toned abdomen flexing as he moved.

he turned away to neatly drape the clothing over the bathroom pole that held decorative towels, and her gaze lingered on the way his back muscles shifted with each motion. when he turned back, her eyes traced every detail, caught in a quiet admiration until he reached for the phone, bringing his face into view.

“miss me that much?” he grinned, setting the phone down, though now all she could see was the bathroom ceiling. “rin, set me back up,” she groaned, his laughter the only response. “so you can eye-fuck me?”

“exactly.”

suna hummed, amused, as he propped the phone back up. he removed his sweats, leaving him in only his breifs that were low on his hips. "are you not tired?" he questioned, pulling them off as well. the phone's frame was just above his v line, leaving his lower half a mystery to y/n. "a little bit. gonna wait for you to finish up." he hummed and he picked up his phone, walking over to the shower before searching for somewhere to place the device. he resided on the faucet that was aligned directly infront of his midsection.

he adjusted the shower head, the heated water meeting his skin. a silence fell over them and suna continued on with his routine like usual. "rin?" y/n called.

"hm?"

"so you know how you've been gone for three days now?" she asked, voice a bit quiter. "i'm aware, yeah." he let out a small laugh. "everything alright, sweetheart?" he questioned after she remained quiet. she nodded, eyes widening slightly when suna took a step back that gave her a small glance of the familiar sight. she wasn't sure if her eyes were playing tricks on her, but she could've sworn that maybe suna was getting the same thoughts as her at the moment.

"have you thought about me?"

"what kind of question is that? duh." he snorted, leaning down a bit so give y/n a confused expression. "no..i mean," she huffed, slightly moving out of frame.

"have you thought about me?

he was silent after a moment before the phone was picked up. he flipped the camera and angled it to show y/n his current situation. "this answer your question?" he asked. she was right. he was having the same thoughts as her. she tried not to show how flustered she got, making her roll her eyes in false annoyance. "why didn't you say anything before?" she huffed, sitting up properly on their bed.

"you're tired. i don't wanna keep you up longer than i have to." he placed his phone back up, but despite not seeing anything anymore, she couldn’t help but be hyper-aware of just whats below the camera's frame.

"rin," she breathed out, her voice a bit more urgent now, "i'm not that tired."

suna raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening as he adjusted the water, letting it cascade down his back. he didn't respond immediately, letting the quiet tension build between them. he knew exactly what she meant, but he was going to make her ask for it. he loved teasing her, and despite her annoyance sometimes, he knew that she secretly enjoyed it.

"not tired, huh?" he finally mused, his tone playful but low. the steam from the shower was fogging up the camera slightly, adding a hazy filter to their conversation. "then what do you want, sweetheart?"

y/n glanced around the room, feeling the familiar warmth creep up her neck. she shifted under the covers, feeling a sudden wave of embarrassment wash over her. "you know what i want, rin."

his chuckle was soft but dark, the kind that sent a shiver down her spine. "yeah? keep talking, then." his voice was encouraging yet challenging, daring her to push the boundaries of their conversation further.

her breath hitched for a moment as she tried to gather her thoughts. "i... i miss you," she started, her voice softer now, vulnerable, but laced with the desire she'd been suppressing since the moment he left. "i miss how you feel. i miss your hands on me, your mouth..."

suna's eyes lowered slightly, his own breath deepening as her words hit him. "y/n..." he let out a barely audible moan at his growing problem. "you're playing a dangerous game, angel," he sighed, his voice low and rough. her legs pressed tighter against eachother as she sat up properly on the bed while suna turned the water off to hear her better. he stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist, but it hung dangerously low. "i want to see you." he said, noticing how she kept shuffling.

she was out of frame, but suna caught how she shrugged and shook her head. "no way. that's embarrassing." she muttered. it was already embarrassing enough that she couldn’t help but feel this way in the first place. "I've seen your body countless of times, sweetheart. what makes it so different this time?"

she huffed since once again, his words made sense. y/n placed a pillow at the end on the bed before sitting up with her back against the headboard. he smiled at the sight of his girlfriend as the ache in his erection felt more prominent. "hey, pretty angle. i wish i could touch you right now—taste you. make you feel good."

a small sound left her lips and she pulled her legs up to her chest. she wore one of suna's shirts and her bottom half seemed bare, but suna got a small glance of her panties that were beginning to form a dampened circle. he let out a sigh at the site, brushing a hand over his covered erection.

the room was dim, her only source of light being a bedside lamp that casted a warm hue over the room. "i only going to watch you touch yourself. tell me if you need help." her legs closed tighter to one another and suna shook his head in dissaprovement. "mhn-mhn. i need to see what you're doing, n/n." he took a seat on the edge of the hotel bed. "spread your legs for me." he finally said.

y/n followed his words but not before removing her panties. the evident shine of her arousal could be seen and suna glanced away from the screen to let out a quiet groan. it's just been three days, and he's been pushing through his thoughts, but the sight of what he could've had seemed to have been driving him insane.

"go ahead, pretty. pretend its me touching you."

with a circular motion against her bud, y/n let out a shaky sigh. suna couldn't help but palm his growing erection underneath his towel. she let out a small whine and suna knew that it wasn't one of pleasure. "what's wrong, n/n?" he grew concerned almost immediately. "it dosen't feel as good as you, rin."

"i know, i know. you've gotta try though." he muttered, glancing down at his lap. "here let's try this instead." he unwrapped the towel from his waist and used it to prop his phone up next to him. y/n got a side view of his body and he gripped his length in a fist. despite his shower not even ten minutes ago, beads of his arousal settled at the tip of his erection, some slowly dripping down to trail down the back of his fist.

he glanced at the screen, pumping his length once as he let out a small moan. "keep touching yourself, pretty. it'll start to feel good soon, i promise." he kept his eyes on the screen, watching how y/n's fingers massaged her bud, a shaky moan falling past her lips. the way suna used slow motions basically left her in a trance. every time he would drag his fist up, all of his arousal would pool on top of his fist and then drip down his length when he'd drag it back down.

"god, you make it ten times harder to have any kind of self control when you sound like that." he groaned, tilting his head back slightly as his gaze lazily cut to the side to admire y/n's motions. he'd swell in his hand with every movement he made and y/n noticed that. "s-slide your finger in, sweetheart." he let out a strained moan.

she was hesitant, but gathered her own arousal and did so. she let out a moan that heightened in volume when she gradually inserted her middle finger. "one more, pretty." he huffed, quickening his movements. "i can't, rin."

"yes you can. we both know you can." he said, trying to force down a moan. "if you can take me, two fingers is nothing. close your eyes and just listen to my voice instead, okay?"

"mhm." she hummed, resting her head against the head board. she began to insert the second finger and suna felt a wave of pleasure wash over him. "mhm, just like i do. there you go." he huffed, taking the corner of his botom lip between his teeth. a grin came onto his mouth when he notice how y/n began to move her fingers in and out without him telling her. her moans also started to settle and become smoother, showing that this was definitely more enjoyable for her.

while suna was desperate for his own release, he also knew how much harder its been on y/n since she's been busy with her classes and staying up late to talk to him. she never really had time for herself and when she did, nothing compared to her moments with him. he would call her spoiled, but to be fair, he probably had everything to do with that.

"go a little faster, sweetheart. i want you to feel good so you can get some rest." his movements quicked, going the same pace as her. she used her free hand to grip the fabric of the comforter. another moan followed and she continued on this as suna would mumble soft praises. his voice alone helped her tune out the reality of their situation. her eyes squeezed shut even tighter and suna caught on to those familiar sounding moans.

"you're close, huh?" his voice was rough from his strained moans and y/n nodded to his words. the lewd sounds traveled through the speaker of y/n's phone and suna focused on them as he began to bring himself to his own climax of pleasure. "can't believe you're so messy, sweetheart."

"shut up.." she whined, her voice jusy barely over a whisper. he propped himself up on one elbow and relased his length from his fist. he brought his phone closer to himself as he held it in his hand, wanting to get a better view at y/n's actions. "keep going, n/n." he said, his chest rising and falling in a quickened pace as he watched her movements get sloppier. her palm grazed her bud with every motion and with a few lewd encouragements from her boyfriend, y/n drew out a long whine as her body shivered and her legs wrapped around her wrist.

suna watched as her arousal dripped down her sex and began to pool on the fabric of the bed. he would've warned her to put down a towel if he knew it would've gotten to this point, but it wasn’t something to fret over. "feel better, n/n?" he questioned, gripping his length in his hand once again. still in a daze she nodded, her hips jolting as she circled her bud with her own arousal to ride out her high. suna watched with a heavy gaze, coming to his own high in just seconds at the sight of y/n.

spurts of his arousal fell onto his lower abdomen and he let out a long and breathy moan that was laced into a swear. y/n couldn’t pull her eyes from him and she watched as his low-lidded gaze closed completely. she smiled at him before she stood up, breaths still heavy. she went to the bathroom to tidy up, and suna sighed.

"what, rin?" y/n asked.

"can't believe all of that's going to waste."

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[potassiumivy]

october is approaching and i’ve been thinking of making a little kinktober event or something along those lines… would yall be interested?? i’m willing to take any feedbacks / requests so let’s brainstorm together

p.s: i’m especially big on religious themes and obsessive behaviour, but a little bit of gore won’t hurt anyone <33

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IM SO GLAD U UPDATED I WILL CRY TEARS OF JOY

AWWW STOP IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY <3

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PLAYBOY. fic masterlist

❥ mdni. various!jjk x fem!reader.

❥ canon divergence but still takes place in the jjk universe.

"let's fuck on that shiny car!"

IN WHICH itadori yuuji is completely whipped by his upperclassman who just came back from suspension.

OR

IN WHICH gojo satoru's favourite student is a playboy model.

WARNINGS!! slight manga spoilers, hardcore smut, mentions of drugs + alcohol, stalking, obsessive behaviour. all characters are aged up (21+)!!

status: ongoing. also available on ao3 and wattpad.

CHAPTERS:

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 001: GOLDEN GIRL.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 002: PINKY PROMISE.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 003: JUICY COUTURE.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 004: SUPERMODEL.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 005: POLARIS.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 006: PRETTY, PRETTIER.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 007: ZENIN NAOYA IS A BOTTOM.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 008: HEARTBEAT.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 009: BILLS, BILLS, BILLS.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 010: WHO RUN THE WORLD? GIRLS.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 011: STAR MODEL.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 012: THREE TIME’S THE CHARM.

©potassiumivy, 2024. all rights reserved. do not translate / modify / republish my works.

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now what⁉️

WHERE IS CHAPTER 12, 13, 14 AND 15 I NEED IT BAD PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! ILL DO ANYTHING ILL BE ANYTHING!!!!!!!!

you might want to come back and check this sunday <33

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PLAYBOY. | jjk

❥ mdni. fic masterlist.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 012: THIRD TIME’S THE CHARM.

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞

SILENCE WAS THE ONLY AFTERMATH of his question. seeing your perplexed expression up close, gojo left a kiss on the bridge of your nose and took a few steps back to create some distance between you two. 

slowly unbuttoning his blazer, he never took his eyes off you. he didn't want to miss any of your reactions.

he had to see it; he had to see the way he countlessly imagined your eyes slowly narrowing in lust before they roll back from the sheer pleasure he'd give you. he wanted to experience it all. 

"what's wrong, playboy girl?" his honeyed voice rang in your ears. he had an eyebrow raised, a little smile on his lips. 

grabbing your throat, he pulled you close so you were chest to chest. 

"cat got your tongue?" 

once again, his question went completely over your head.

"c'mon, answer me. if you don't want to, we won't do anything." he reassured you. 

satoru wasn't particularly religious, but he prayed to every god that you'd like to take it further. noticing that you were still silent, he assumed that you were frightened. 

as he took his hands off your throat due to your lack of words, his eyes widened when your fingers naturally reached for his, pulling him back.

you couldn't meet his eyes properly, fluttering your long lashes slowly. you always had a lot of respect for gojo— afterall, he used to be your teacher.

his expression softened, reaching for your hips. shaky breaths escaped your glossed lips as gojo's hands rubbed circles on your exposed skin. seeing gojo—a man who used to be your teacher barely two years ago—lose his composure in front of you was intoxicating.

pushing his luck, he slowly rocked you against him, pulling a mewl out of you.

he wanted to kiss you, he really did. he thought of geto, but it was brief. it didn't matter a few minutes ago, so why should it matter now?

"GOJO-SENSEI!!" yuuji's loud voice could be heard from the other side of the door. he slammed the door open, resting his hands on his knees in order to catch his breath. 

"fushiguro is foaming from the mouth— wait! what is going on here?"

you coughed awkwardly. the suggestive position wasn't helping, especially not when yuuji had a big mouth. thankfully, his mind didn't go there immediately. 

"oh, no! is y/n choking too?" he panicked, rushing towards you.

"DON'T WORRY, DEAR!" he pushed gojo aside, "I KNOW HOW TO PERFORM THE HEIM-" 

"no, no! it's okay, yuuji. i'm not choking." you giggled, slapping the boy's chest. 

"that's a reassurance. if i'm being for real, i kinda forgot how to do the heimlich maneuver anyways. i just wanted to impress you." he admitted, scratching his head.

"it didn't help." nobara rolled her eyes as she entered gojo's office as well. "why are you on the floor, gramps?"

"yuuji got a little excited." the man answered through gritted teeth. he couldn't believe he got cockblocked by his students.

"oh, right!" yuuji perked up. "thats actually why i came to find you! i think that there was some complications with fu—"

"he performed the maneuver wrong and mr.emo is convulsing on the floor as we speak." nobara stated monotonously.

"you snitch!" yuuji gasped.

"get up, gojo! meggy needs help!" you kicked him in the ribs repeatedly before running out. 

"MISS SHOKO?? WHERE ARE YOU, MISS SHOKO?" you yelled in your megaphone, running through the halls.

seeing you go, nobara judged that there was no reason to stay in the office anymore, so she ran after you.  

as the footsteps grew distant, yuuji turned excitedly towards his teacher. 

"i think i really impressed her today with my quick thinking!"

"you sure did..."

*✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞

*✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:

naoya was sitting in the garden of the zenin estate, aggressively shoving blueberries in his mouth. 

to say that he was humiliated was an understatement. after the whole fiasco at the elders' meeting, his father and his fugly brothers gave him the beating of his life. but that wasn't anything new.

it's been a few days that he hasn't heard from you.

he groaned with his mouth full, but he got slapped in the nape.

he whipped his head to cuss out the idiot who dared to hit him, and he came face to face with his dad.

"you're an embarrassment." the old man shook his head before marching away.

he wanted to retaliate, but he decided against it. he had to keep his mouth shut if he still wanted to be the heir and get all the inheritance.

then, remembering something, he groaned once more, this time louder than the last. he was mad at you.

it was YOUR face on the playboy magazine that got him into trouble in the first place. 

and maybe he was salty that you ended up ditching him for your manager. 'shiu' or something.

he was still deep in thought when a maid approached him.

"zenin-sa—"

"what?" he snapped, making the maid shiver violently. the heir was known for his violent behaviour. 

"y-you got some mail!" 

"from who?"

"um, it says from 'okasan'—" he immediately snatched the white package from the maid, making her shriek in terror.

"get lost. now." he ordered, and she wasted no time obeying.

"this bitch..." he mumbled to himself, hurriedly opening it. 

"what the fuck." his jaw dropped. he was, yet again, face to face with you. it was the playboy magazine. taking it out delicately, his heart leaped in his throat. there was three other magazines.

vogue, harper's bazaar, cosmopolitan. all four of them were signed with what appeared to be red lipstick.

a pink piece of paper between the pages of the last magazine grabbed his attention.

'why didn't you drop by my dorm the other night? it was lonely without you :(

anyways, i know that you liked my playboy magazine last time, so i got it signed for you. i sent you three more deals to give you company on extra tough days ♡

with lots and lots of love,

y/n, the golden girl.

p.s: i asked hakari to see whether you could join us and kirara next time and he said: yes as long as you keep your mouth closed!! kirara said that they'd rather mess around with king kong, and i told them that it was a little rude, even if i can see where they're coming from. 

bye for real this time.

p.s.s: say hi to your dad!!

bye for real for real this time.'

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞

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[potassiumivy]

PLAYBOY. | jjk

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 011: STAR MODEL.

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞

MEGUMI'S EYES SNAPPED OPEN the moment he heard your scream pierce the serene atmosphere of an usual sunday morning.

slapping his face two times and pinching his cheeks to shake his sleepiness off, he slammed his door open just in time to see you stop right in front it. 

you harshly grabbed his shoulder, shaking him from side to side. "G'MORNING, MEGGY!" you yelled in a pink megaphone, making him cringe from the loud noise. he was melting in embarrassment from the nickname, and he prayed to every god that his classmates didn't hear it. "YUUTA IS COMING BACK!" 

"okkotsu-"

"YES!" you answered through the megaphone although your bodies were only a few inches apart.

shaking him again and standing on your tippy toes, you rubbed your face against his affectionately. "oh, megumi! i could almost cry from how happy i am! don't you see my tears?"

"mhm-"

"can you feel how fast my heart beats??" you pushed his hand in your cleavage. "can you?"

he cleared his throat, trying to muster up an answer. i'm feeling ecstatic! did i use that word right, megs?"

kissing his cheek, you left him standing there as you skipped down the hallway, banging on every door you came across. "YUUTA IS COMING BACK! I REPEAT, YUUTA IS BACK!" your voice echoed through the dorms.

he turned his around to see yuuji coming out of his dorm, running his fingers through his pink hair to tame his bed-head, popping a mint gum in his mouth and spraying his cologne everywhere around before passing right under it.

it was clear as day that the idiot was trying to impress you. 

"good morning, neighbour!" he grinned at his classmate."it's a lovely morning we're having, aren't we?"

inhaling loudly in frustration, megumi accidentally breathed in some of yuuji's cologne residues, making him gag.

the other boy gasped in concern. "fushiguro! are you alright?"

trying to reassure his friend, he opened his mouth to respond, but he choked on his saliva, coughing even more. 

"HOLD ON FUSHIGURO! I GOT MY FIRST AID CERTIFICATE IN MIDDLE SCHOOL!" he panicked, running behind megumi to perform the heimlich maneuver.

megumi's eyes widened in mortification, trying to escape his classmate's monster grip. he looked like a cat running away from water as he dragged his nails through yuuji's arms.

"don't fight it! we're gonna go through this together!"

gojo and nobara both chose that moment to come out of their rooms, seeing yuuji aggressively humping megumi. 

"one day of peace." nobara huffed, "that's all i'm asking for. at this rate, i'll get wrinkles in a few years."

"oh, but you already have one" gojo pointed nobara's forehead, making her eye twitch in anger. 

"it's right... here! boop! hehe" he chuckled to himself as she lost it, jumping on her teacher.

"wrinkles, huh? i'll show you wrinkles, grandpa!"

"no- NOBARA! NOT MY SCRUMPTIOUS HAIR-"

ignoring the chaos around you, you continued running towards a specific door, lightly knocking on it. patiently waiting, you see the door open, but the figure you were expecting didn't appear. 

there was actually nothing at the door. blinking a couple of time, you rubbed your eyes, thinking that you were still a little out of it.

"miss y/n! down here!" a child's voice called out.

following the voice's instruction, your eyes fell on nanako and mimiko, geto's adopted twins. "oh my! hello!" you said in your megaphone, making them giggle as they hugged your waist. 

they were only 6, and it hasn't been too long since your teacher took them in, but you'd still give them the whole world if they asked you to.

since maki wasn't too kin on having girl days with you, you took the twins out instead. that made your bond grow stronger.

throwing the pink object aside, you picked them up in your arms. "wow, you two sure grew up while i was gone!" 

nanako nodded with a little smile. "yep! we ate our vegetables so we got stronger!" she flexed her arm. mimiko only played with your hair, shoving her head in the crook of your neck. she was on the shy side. 

"i see that you already surprised them." you heard geto's voice. putting the twins back down, you kissed their head before looking at your teacher. 

you smiled softly, greeting him. "i was looking for you."

just like you, he was also ignoring the chaos unfolding behind him. "were you?"

"yes. yuuta is coming back."

"i know."

"oh? was i too loud?" you asked, your glassy doe eyes looking straight at him.

"no." he chuckled, "i was the one who told you."

"right, right!" you laughed sheepishly.

swallowing hard, geto finally gathered the courage to ask you something he wanted to ask a long time ago.

"hey," he called out softly, "i was wondering if—"

gojo who finally got rid of nobara by running around the school grounds, came back just in time to hear his friend's speech. he knew he was going to ask you out. 

he was supposed to be happy, so why was there a slight pinch in his chest? he ignored it, turning back om his heels as he was retreating to his room, but he involuntarily looked at the scene from the corner of his eyes.

he swore he didn't want to— that he didn't mean to—but as his eyes roamed your body language and your facial expressions, he wished they were all for him. and as his eyes roamed your figure, the sunlight poked through the window, illuminating your figure like you were a cup of gold on display. 

it also put an emphasis on your necklace, the one you...

you had a new necklace.

gojo took his blindfold off, looking intensely at you from afar. 

no trace of the pearl necklace.

the same necklace who started it all.

he didn't know what came over him, but the pinch in his heart grew and grew until he couldn't take it anymore, and before he realized, he was between you and his best friend. 

"...satoru?" he heard geto's voice, but it felt like he was underwater. he had interrupted suguru's speech as he just stood there, panting, his blue eyes refusing to leave the sight of the golden necklace.

his eyes met yours, and you didn't even have the time to question the scratches on his face as he pulled your wrist almost robotically.

"i just need to borrow her for a few seconds, suguru."

*✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞

*✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:

gojo was panting as he jogged around the school, racing to find an empty room.

"...jo? gojo? gojo!" your voice made him snap out of his trance, as he looked at you from the corner of his eyes.

"you're hurting me" you whimpered and he could feel his heart wavering. 

"sorry." he loosened his hold on your wrist. he brought it to his face, pressing a light kiss to it. 

your breath hitched from his unusual behaviour. seeing his uncovered eyes was unsettling enough, but the whole atmosphere was tense between you two. 

he hastily unlocked his office, pushing you inside. your back hit his desk, and he hovered over you, his strong arms caging you. 

you both remained silent for a few minutes, and only panting could be heard.

he pushed himself closer to you, one of his hands tugging on your necklace, bringing your face close to his.

"your necklace."

"what about it?" you breathed out.

"the one with the pretty pearls. the one you bought with my money. where is it?"

"it's in my room."

"i meant," he lowered his voice, "why aren't you wearing it?"

tears gathered on your water line, you were beyond scared and confused.

"who gave you this necklace?" he asked further.

you just couldn't answer.

"hakari? naoya?" you shook your head as a response, swallowing back your tears.

"then who?" his tone was calm, but it was scarier than anything.

"my manager." you choked out. "he bought it for me."

"the one who signed you up for the playboy thing?"

"yes, him."

"give me his name."

your shoulders were shaking by now.

"y/n, please."

"shiu..." you sobbed.

"shiu? as in shiu kong?"

"mhm."

he let go of your necklace, chuckling slightly.

"shiu, huh?"

he pressed his forehead against yours,

"you think he'd let me borrow his star model for a couple of minutes?"

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞

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[potassiumivy]

PLAYBOY. | jjk

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 010: WHO RUN THE WORLD? GIRLS.

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞

GETO SUGURU WAS ON AUTOPILOT. he hasn't heard of you, or anyone else for that matter. 

everyday was the same: wake up, eat breakfast, water your plants, go to sleep, and repeat.

it reminded him of the older days. he felt the same emptiness inside. there was no darkness swallowing him whole— he was just an inhabited vessel. 

his eye bags were more prominent than ever. he didn't care enough to leave his room. even the news of sukuna's vessel didn't excite him.

his nights were usually dreamless, but ever since his students left, geto suguru became a restless wanderer.

in his dreams, he would walk for miles to find his purpose again. when he was awake, he'd walk for hours around the garden, trying to find a piece of you.

he didn't go on missions. he refused everything and anything. 

he didn't even present himself to the new first years. 

the only things that we're keeping him sane were the twins— mimiko and nanako, and watering your plants. 

he was coping with it in his own way.

he had been a mentor to you ever since you joined the school, but he only became your teacher this year.

he saw you growing up as a sorcerer along with your classmates, and he couldn't be prouder of you all. 

he just couldn't believe how useless he felt the day you all got suspended. he knew he wasn't the strongest, and he knew that he couldn't single-handedly change their decision, yet it hurted more than it should've because it involved you.

geto taught you many things, but he also learned a lot from you.

he had learned to get along with you, befriend you, and most importantly, he had learned to love to you. 

he fell in love with every little detail of you. every single one.

he felt pathetic when he realized it. a teacher, deeply in love with his student. the age-gape wasn't terrible, it was 3 or 4 years. it's been a while since he celebrated his birthday, so he can't be too sure.

he knew that you weren't the type to settle down, so he never planned on confessing his feelings. no one knew about it and he was convinced that he'll take it to the grave.

however, when he saw you leave, he promised himself that he'll never let you go again. 

and so he waited.

the pain was getting too unbearable. a certain night, he ended up crossing gojo's path when he was watering your plants. 

he talked for the first time since you left. his throat was sore from staying mute for so long. he didn't know what came over him, but he ended up telling gojo. maybe it was because he needed to get it out, or maybe it was the guilt of keeping away a secret from his best friend.

"you're the only strongest now. so promise me you'll bring her back." was what he asked for.

"okay. okay, i promise."

those few words were enough to make his eyes soften. gojo, the twins, and you were the only people he cherished so dearly. 

this promise was all he needed to keep going.

he wanted to do something for you on his own, but it was better to let gojo do the work. 

he wasn't the strongest anymore, only satoru was.

when he was passing by the hallway to reach his room, he saw your golden doorknob shining in the moonlight. he opened it carefully, stepping into your room. he didn't bother turning on the lights. 

there was a couple of pictures around, a few magazines here and there. clothes were all over the place— he even spotted a tank top hanging from your ceiling fan. 

he also noticed a shit ton of gold objects and a fat stack of cash on your desk.

your bed wasn't made either. he sat on it, running his fingers through the silk sheets. he slowly laid down, bringing the covers close to his face. it smelled like you. 

he sighed deeply, and before he knew it, he shed a tear. was it out of relief? he couldn't tell his emotions apart anymore.

he cried himself to asleep. 

geto came back to your room every single night from this point on.

and every night, he wished really hard. he prayed the moon and kissed the stars. 

he wished that one day, he'll fall asleep in your arms.

*✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞

*✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:

it was past midnight, and you were tiptoeing back to your dorm for the first time after being temporarily kicked out. 

gojo was behind you, grinning from ear to ear. he was more than proud of his surprise. 

even if he tried to be quiet, gojo was not very discreet. not at all. 

at some point, you grabbed his bicep to pull him faster, and he let out a loud squeak. 

"shhh! you're gonna wake up megumi. he'll get grumpy with me again." you pouted.

"and i'm telling you, he won't." he whispered back.

"but yuuji told me he got hit by him." you looked at him through your lashes, and it made him melt. "i don't want megs to hate me..."

gojo didn't know what getting over him, but he tried flirting with you. 

"you know," he caressed your cheek, "he'll never hit a pretty girl like you. and if he tries, i won't let him." 

he expected you to blush, hide your face and swoon over him, but he received a hard slap instead. he shouldn't have deactivated his infinity.

you were frowning, your other hand crushing his wrist that was on your cheek earlier. 

"ouchie! you'd better let that go, y/n!" he cringed in pain. 

"are you saying that women aren't equal to men?"

"what?? no! i never said that!"

"but you did." you insisted, getting angrier by the second.

"i pinky promise you, it's megumi who said it!" he started panicking.

"no, i didn't."

both of your heads turned towards the newcomer, who was none other than megumi and the two other first years.

"and you lie on top of that? men are pigs." nobara deadpanned.

"guys, let's take a deep breath—"

"so you're saying that you won't hit y/n because she's a girl?" yuuji tilted his head in confusion.

"that's not what i—"

"hit me, gojo!" you shrieked. "prove to me that you're not an alpha male podcast listener in disguise!"

"look... i won't ever raise my hand on you. maybe one day, we'll get to—"

"don't be a pussy! hit me, i can take it!" 

oh good, how bad he wished you'd tell him that in different circumstances. geto's confession didn't even cross his brain from the carnal desire he felt towards you; you and you only.

he sighed, the corner of his lips twitching. "alright." he agreed as he raised his hand to hit you. gojo satoru was not a pussy. 

"oh my god." nobara gasped. "are you an abuser?" 

"HUH? you hit women gojo-sensei? even i wouldn't stoop that low." yuuji exclaimed out of astonishment.

megumi couldn't stand his idiotic classmates, but this was a sight he deeply enjoyed. 

"NO!! I WASN'T EVEN GONNA HIT HER THAT HARD!" 

your eyes darkened. "so you're not taking me seriously?"

"megumi! defend me! i rescued you from your crazy clan! you owe me one!"

"who said i wanted to be saved?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"you fatherless little sh—"

"what's going on, satoru?"

the door of your room was wide open, revealing your teacher. his eyes bags and puffy eyes was the first thing you noticed. it seemed like he lost quite a bit of weight too. 

you've never seen someone you care so deeply about being in such a terrible state. your heart contracted painfully from a foreign emotion you felt.

"geto-sensei?" you tentatively called out.

the man, almost unrecognizable, immediately turned his head towards the sound of your voice. his eyes lit up, his breathing got faster. "you're back."

nobara raised an eyebrow at the scene. "why is there a teacher in her dorm?" she whisper-yelled.

yuuji shrugged his shoulders. his mood dropped a bit, but he was still curious, so he looked at megumi for answers. the said boy shook his head, as if to say 'not now'.

geto freed his best friend's hand from yours, entangling his fingers with you. "you're really here." his eyes softened, and he bit his lip to stop himself from crying.

he glanced at you, and once he did, he was unable to look somewhere else. only you mattered. "are hakari and kirara coming back too?"

you only nodded your head. 

geto smiled softly. "thank god."

your bottom lip trembled, and you immediately latched yourself onto the man. your shoulders shook slightly, and light sniffing could be heard.

"thank you, geto-sensei. thank you for caring so much about me and my friends, even if no one else did."

"everyone cares about you." he ran his fingers through your hair. his eyes met gojo's, who was looking at the scene intensely. 

"they cared about me, but not about kinji and kirara. i've noticed this, even if i'm not very smart." you sobbed. 

"so i'll always be grateful."

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞

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[potassiumivy]

WHERE IS CHAPTER 12, 13, 14 AND 15 I NEED IT BAD PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! ILL DO ANYTHING ILL BE ANYTHING!!!!!!!!

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