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I hadn't seen it in the fandom yet, so I had to take matters into my own hands.

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idk i just need him

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THE EAGLES WON JALEN HURTS COME GET YO FOOD 🫦

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hmm thinking about deleting my account guys

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It was an average Monday morning when you, Nanami Kento's wife, were turned into a cat.

"An unusual Curse," Shoko had said, "not longer than a week, surely--"

"Not--not longer than a week?!" Kento spluttered, his glasses lopsided, and, dangled in front of him beneath the arms (legs-- legs, he reminded himself)...you.

You, with two pointed ears, a long whippy tail, your many toe-beans and a perturbed little head-tilt. On the doctors' office couch, a neatly folded (if a little furry) pile of your clothes.

"Meow," you had said.

"Don't 'meow' me," Kento spluttered again, fixing you with a stern look that barely overlaid his concern. You simply stared up at him, long, and feline, and unblinking...and reached out one little paw, pressing it onto the end of his nose.

Kento sighed; a bone-deep, weary sigh. Shoko put out her cigarette, speaking through a haze of smoke.

"Like I said. Give it a week, and Mrs.Nyanyami will be back to nor--"

"What did you just call her?'

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Mrs.Nyanyami, the cat formerly known as Nanami Kento's wife, wanted for nothing.

"I think that tuna's more expensive than anything I've ever eaten," whispered Yuuji to Gojo. On the other side of the conference room, you sat upon the desk before Kento, waiting patiently for the next lump of tuna (meticulously cut into cat-appropriate cubes) to be delivered in his chopsticks.

As Kento's hand approached, you held it close with paw and claws, to steal the pink fish from him. He looked like a surgeon performing heart surgery.

"I just...dont know how he can look so serious while he's doing that," Gojo whispered back, to Yuuji's frantic nods. Still, they watched this freakish nature documentary with quiet obsession.

A higher-up sat down beside Kento, waiting for the meeting to begin. Jolting back, and grumbling, he did a double take.

"Young man-- you can't bring a cat to a Sorcerer's meeting--"

"That's not a cat," Kento snapped, frosty, "that's my wife."

And so began the rumour amongst the higher-ups, that Nanami Kento had gone mad.

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"You should leave her at home--"

"--absolutely not--"

"--really, Nanami...just put the television on, she'll be fine--"

"--unequivocally, no--"

"--why not?!"

Silence. An awkward shuffle on Kento's thick chest. You peeked your head out of the pocket of the cat-carrying hoodie that Kento wore over his shirt and tie, and turned to Gojo with narrowed eyes.

"Meow," you had said, batting at Kento's strings, and hooking his tie out with your paw, to kick it to death with your legs.

"I agree," said Kento, whispering and scratching you beneath the chin until you purred, "he's wrong, isn't he? Stupid Gojo. You'd get lonely. You'd get bored. Yes you would..."

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"Oh my god...he's gorgeous...you should get his number--"

"--I'm not brave enough...you go. I'll get our coffees."

"--okay, okay..." The woman cleared her throat, sweeping her hair behind one ear with her best smile. Kento looked up from his coffee, with one finely raised eyebrow.

"Can I help you?" He lied, unwilling to help anyone at all before he'd finished his croissant.

"Hi, yeah, I just...can't help but notice you're sitting alone, and my friend-- well she-- she just wondered if she can have your number, and--"

The woman broke off into shrieks. Climbing up her leg, all claws and furry vengeance, was you. She shook her leg, shrieking. You hissed. Your cup of steamed milk clattered over the table, slopping everywhere.

"--o-oh my god-- oh my god, what the hell is this cat doi--"

"I'm sorry," Kento sighed, not sorry at all and dabbing his mouth with a napkin and doing absolutely nothing to help, "it's my cat. She doesn't like company--"

Hisses. Claws. Dirty feral yowls.

"Get this fucking thing off me--"

"I can't take you anywhere. No more steamed milk for you."

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At times, you seemed so human. At others, undeniably cat.

Kento would wake to clattering from the kitchen, bleary and feeling around for you, only to remember, and trace his hand up to the furry, round little patch you'd leave behind on your pillow. He allowed himself just a moment of misery, before getting up.

He followed the sounds of cups and kettle and coffee machine, and leaned against the doorway with sleep-mussed hair and a squinting, teenagerish glare.

You were up on the counter, all four paws and determination. You had gotten as far as switching the kettle and coffee machine on, and heaving the cupboard open with your tiny limbs. Kento watched as you tipped your head sideways, managing to drag two mugs out in your teeth. He winced as they almost smashed upon the counter.

"Come on," Kento rumbled, his voice rusty with sleep, "let me do that."

You meowed at him, batting at the air with one angry paw when he stepped closer. Kento huffed, raising his hands in surrender.

"Fine," he tutted, "but I'll pour the water."

"Meow."

"Why? Because you don't have opposable thumbs, darling."

The fur stood up along your spine. You turned around, and around, in a circle, then sat upright. You turned your back on him while you waited for the kettle to boil. Your tail flicked from side to side, irritable. Kento waited, too, reaching out one hand to stroke your ears.

You nudged your back paw out, and pushed his mug off the side to smash on the floor.

Silence.

"...what is wrong with y--"

"Meow."

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Skitterskitterskitter.

Distant meows.

Kento groaned, rubbing down his face. He checked the clock, frog-blinking; two in the morning. He groaned harder.

Skitterskitterskitter.

Thunk.

More distant meows.

"Please just come back to bed," Kento moaned into the hands pressed over his face.

SkitterskitterskitterSKITTERSKITTER-- rustlllleerussstle--

Directly over his face.

"Meow--"

"I am begging you--"

RustlerustleTHNKskitterskitterskitter.

Distant meows.

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"I miss you."

You raised your head to look at him. Your purring hitched. Your ears tilted.

Kento had murmured, his low voice barely audible. The only light in the living room was the ever-changing light of the television screen. Laid on his back on the sofa, with you curled on his chest, Kento stroked down your back with longing.

You crept up his chest, pressing your cold wet nose to his, and purred. Nose to nose, and cross-eyed, Kento could have cried.

"I really miss you," he repeated, swallowing around the lump in his throat. Your claws dug into his chest, just a little. You rub, rub, rubbed your warm furry head along his jaw until he sniffled, and gave a choked little chuckle.

He fell asleep with you on his chest that night. In so many ways, it was familiar; home. In so many others, you were gone forever.

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"Meow."

Kento shuffled. His chest felt heavy...warm. His belly felt warm, too. And his lap, and--

Kento's eyes shot open, his head lifting up from the couch.

You bit your lip, naked on top of him, and smiling. Human. An angel.

"Oh, my love," Kento moaned, crushing you to him in a bear hug from shoulder to toes, "you're back-- I missed you, I was so worrie--"

You batted an arm out, swiping last night's wine glass from the coffee table beside you, to shatter on the floor.

Silence. Kento blinked slowly, looking from the wine glass, to you. You felt your cheeks grow hot, swallowing hard.

"God, I...sorry, Kento. Force-- force of habit--"

[wickedfreakho]

hi hi hi hi lemme find out i lowkey have a crush on vi from arcane…JUST LISTEN JUST HEAR ME OUT.

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Pretty women STOP getting with ugly, broke ass men. They'll start thinking they hot shit cause you was with em and start acting crazy, cheating n shit. They'll be insecure cause they know they don't deserve you and try to bring you down.

Life lessons with Winter ♡

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MY TOY HATES TO SEE ME COMING

ALL 20 FINGERS ALL 4 ARMS ALL 4 HANDS ALL 4 LEGS ALL 10 TOES HIS NOSE BOTH TONGUES HIS JAWLINE BOTH FEET HIS CHIN

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i haven’t written in so long chat idk what’s going on. im gonna find the time to write something because lowkey i have some good ideas in my drafts.

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✷ LOST PUPPY — “is it so bad i just wanna be around you two?”

[ 1 ] lost puppy interlude.

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Me writing anything. THE BEST SHIP DYNAMIC!

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Starting a The Walking Dead rewatch today because no matter how bad of a day we're having, Rick Grimes is always having a worse one

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I hate this stupid ass country, you niggas gotta be the most ass backwards people ever. How the fuck do you make trump president when the mf was president before and got impeached!! Why do you think he did fucking idiots? And the worst part is that a lot of ppl that voted for him are the ignorant black people that just care “that he gave us money” when in reality it was Obamas plan that did not him! Ignorance is a drug and you mf’s pop that shit like percs

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If you voted for Trump or third party tryna prove a point, just go head and unfollow me/block me whatever.

This not the space for you.

Also, fuck you and him, I pray you all burn in hell together. 🫶🏽

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Sukuna cries when he cums because he hasn't been in his true form for SO LONG and hasn't had the feeling of being in your tight cunt. Likes having you on all fours so you can't see the slight wobble in his lips, the way his eyes crinkle at the very end.

But you can hear the way he whimpers.

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When I say I can take Eren’s titan form, I MEAN that shit. I will make it work. His titan is actually fine asf. Like wtf are y’all doing making his titan so hot? Especially in season 4 😩

HEAR ME OUTTT

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onyankapon had a kink for cute girls that’s actually fucking dirty that he hadn’t think he had until he met you.

when he met you, you were a sweet cute thing. well atleast he thought, being on your side of instagram he saw aesthetic pictures you posted.

when you’re on a picnic date by yourself.

your matcha with strawberry cold foam on top drinks you make every morning in a bunny looking mug.

but when his friends started fucking with your friends, things got around and he sees you acting a complete fool on your friends story.

sees you in that cute little fucking skirt with bows in the back, that you asked him was it cute.

sees you shaking your fucking…ridiculously fat ass, pussy almost hanging out.

Liquor bottles on top of your head while you rapped queen key.

Ony almost feels played, you put up this sweet girl persona and maybe that was his fault.

Because the first time he actually has you in his sheets, he’s never been more intrigued in his life.

you’re so fucking nasty and he’s pissed at himself that it took a friend story to discover something new about you.

you suck his dick like you’ve sucked millions and you tell him—

—“oh well…you’re my first actually.” god he wanted to think you were bluffing but even after you shook your ass you gave innocent, you gave you only flicked your clit and don’t finger your self because you’re too scared.

and it has his legs shaking.

“f-fuck, suck that dick baby… suck that dick, fuck!” he doesn’t think he’s ever been this loud either, eyes crossing and toes curling. he’s never letting you the fuck go that’s forsure.

after you sucked the nut out of him you turnt around, cute little pink cotton panties that you’ve moved to the side and a matching bra. your face right on the mattress and ass up in the air, and it was so fucking fat.

Swaying and jiggling when you tried to position yourself perfectly.

what really topped it off was both your hands grabbing ahold on both cheeks. he can see you pussy, brown hiding the juiciest pink he ever seen, your bedroom set up be damned.

he even swore he saw your wetness dripping down.

“fuck me, please? I need it so bad.”

yea he had a thing for cute sweet girls acting like a slut.