#eating ice cream mochi right now

[taravangians-storming-balls]

I wish pattern had a mouth I feel like he'd love eating

[itostea]

the strongest (gojo x wife! reader)

gojo can't help but feel annoyed that he feels concern for the wife he swears he doesn't care for.

warnings: arranged marriage au, gojo refers to you as his wife, enemies to lovers (?), gojo tells you to lift up your top, slight angst, he's really bad at feelings okay, image from loving yamada-kun at lv999 (part of gojo’s wife series)

The lines of intrigue and fear are often blurred. It explains why we admire fire from afar, careful not to get too close in hopes of not getting burned. It explains why we find peace in parts of the ocean and tense up in deeper parts. It also explains why Gojo Satoru seeks your presence yet pushes you away the moment he finds himself feeling something other than indifference or vexation–it’s never hatred though. The strongest can’t envision himself ever hating his wife and it scares him. 

He’s not sure that can be said about you. Gojo wouldn’t be surprised if you grew to hate him after the treatment you put up with. 

Your marriage is what you call a “marriage of convenience” and Gojo made sure you remembered that. He wasn’t always so distant with you. Back then, you might’ve considered him a friend but time did its bidding and you two drifted apart, your time together merely a memory. Now fast forward a few years and you were wedded to him, taking up his surname and sleeping in the same house as him–in separate rooms of course. 

Your steps on the wooden floors were silent as you intended not to make a single noise at such a late hour. You sighed, feeling the weight of your heavy shoulders drag you down. 

Gojo might be considered cruel to you but the elders were on a different level. They knew this mission would be too much for you yet they sent you on it as punishment for speaking your mind the last time everyone gathered. 

At that time, your husband had an unfamiliar gleam in your eyes as you voiced your thoughts on the matter of Itadori. He’s a nice kid, you thought when you first saw the pink-haired boy. 

Taking away his youth wouldn’t be fair. After all, he didn’t choose to have the Ryomen Sukuna use him as a vessel. Yet, sentiment doesn’t do well with the higher ups and they made sure you knew your place with the mission they sent you on. 

You inhaled sharply, wincing as you felt the bruise on your rib with your palm. There was blood soaking your tights, little cuts littering your legs. You’re so tired you can’t find it in yourself to even eat. Then again, you needed to be in your best condition tomorrow since another mission was sent out of you and specifically you. Those in power always make sure it’s clear that they are in power. Your voice of opinion meant nothing to their beliefs in tradition or what you liked to call, “backward thinking.” That’s one thing you and your husband could agree on. 

“Ow,” you wince for the nth time as you open the fridge, scanning the items. Mochi. Ice-cream. Leftover cake. Perhaps it would’ve been wiser to go grocery shopping a day prior so you could have a proper meal. This was the kind of stuff Gojo could live on but you couldn’t. Closing the fridge, you opt for instant ramen instead. Not the best choice in regards to healthiness but cracking an egg in there meant more protein and it also minimized the spice levels. 

You’re halfway in between preparing the noodles when you feel a presence right beside you and soft breathing besides your ears. “You’re home,” your ‘husband’ mumbles, his eyes half-lidded from just having woken up. 

“God! Satoru!” You gasp, flinching away from and only realizing how close he was. For someone who claimed he wasn’t interested in you, he didn’t know what personal space was. “How did you know I was home?”

“Your cursed energy leaked in,” he shrugs his shoulders, peering down at you without the constraints of his blindfold or shades. You gulp as his eyes flit up and down your appearance, causing your insides to tense up in a sudden wave of self-consciousness. Being scrutinized by the six-eyes himself wasn’t much fun and you’re suddenly aware of the fact that your hair is disheveled and your face is sweaty from just having come home from a grueling mission. 

You don’t even notice the glint of rage that crosses his hues before he masks it. “Who did this to you?”

“Huh?” You blink, coming to your senses that your body was bloodied up and battered from having fought a curse. “Oh it was just a mission. It’s normal to be hurt on missions.” 

Gojo’s been living with you for nearly half a year now and he knows you’re more than competent when it comes to shaman duties (not that he’d ever tell you). He knows you return home by 7 p.m.., and never at hours well past midnight. He knows that you usually only get injuries on your back because you get careless at times. But now, he sees cuts everywhere and he’s not sure if you’re running on adrenaline or if you’re too tired to notice. 

His eyes glance at the way you press a palm on your rib, subconsciously squeezing the area as if hiding it from him. “Let me see.”

Your surprise is immediate and he would’ve felt a strange fluttering in his stomach if not for this concern he was experiencing for you. You smile. “See what?”

“Your injury. Let me see it,” he says again, pressing on the hand you hold close to your ribs, narrowing his eyes as you hiss in pain. “Don’t be stubborn (Name).” 

His voice is different from the cheery one he often uses and you’re left leaning further into the kitchen counter, acutely aware of the fact that his taller frame wasn’t allowing you to escape. His eyes widen the slightest once he gets a glimpse of your flustered expression as you peer up at him and he only realizes what he was asking from you. Part of him tells him to ignore this and pretend his concern for you was brief. Yet, part of him screams at him that he was your husband, so he should feel the right to be worried–even if he was months late. 

He sighs, tilting his head. “I’m just going to look. I promise I won’t do anything else,” his voice is oddly tender as he speaks to you, a contrast to the usual nonchalance you’re used to. 

You gulp and let out a shaky sigh, giving in when your fingers reach to pull your top up for him to see the bare skin that you can’t even say is spotless or void of marks. Multiple wounds litter your skin–some faded, some new. You’re scared his gaze would show some signs of judgment or disgust but you’re left bemused when you see how his eyebrows furrow and his lips purse. For a second, you allow yourself to be deluded by the fact that he might be worried but you quickly abandon that thought, averting your eyes from him.

You can see how he pieces everything together. From the way you rebelled against the elders and how they saw it as a means to punish you. He does it so quickly that you can only blink when his blank expression morphs into something different. You almost feel relieved from the fact that his expression of pure anger wasn’t directed at you and rather those who sent you on the mission.

It’s almost natural how he slides the top further up, mapping the extent of the bruise with his eyes. His hands are warm and calloused. They’re also gentle, tracing the bruise carefully to not hurt you. “I’ll kill those old bastards,” he chuckles with a sneer. “They have some nerve letting my wife take this mission without me.”

You frown as you see his anger first-hand. “Satoru–”

“Why didn’t you go to Shoko?” He interrupts, gently holding on your waist to prop you on the counter while he stands in between your legs. He watches you intently, in search of answers.

You feel somewhat embarrassed as his hand still lifts your top up to see the bare skin but don’t comment on it. “I didn’t want to bother her so late at night…”

For the first time since today, you see him flash a genuine smile, as if exasperated by your reasoning. “But you’re fine with bothering me?” 

“That’s different!” You say, a pout slowly forming on your lips and he can’t help but feel drawn to you even if he doesn’t want to. 

He laughs as you pull your top down with a huff, finding it cute that you were so bashful. “Because I’m your husband?” 

You go silent and for a second, Gojo thinks he’s messed up for mentioning that. Despite being your husband, he’s not the greatest at doing his job. He’s not callous or spiteful towards you, instead taking on more of a cold and aloof attitude towards you. Even so, he thinks that hurts just as much as a few insults. 

He’s about to pull back but your voice draws him back to you. “Yeah. It’s because you’re my husband.”

Gojo can’t stop himself from glancing at your lips at that single statement. He was today years old when he realized he was a man of simple tastes. All you had to do was tell him that he was your husband and he’d want to kiss you until your lips turned red. He considers himself lucky that you didn’t see that slip-up of his–though he wouldn’t have minded if you did.

He breathes out a sigh, propping his chin atop your head while his fingers draw circles around your hips. “I won’t let them hurt you.”

It’s a vow he swears to keep. 

“I know,” you whisper quietly enough for him to hear. “You’re the strongest after all.”

He thinks it’s funny that even as the strongest, he feels weak when he feels your fingers play with his sleeves. No words are said after that and a comfortable silence drifts between you two. It’s like the barrier between the two of you is cracking once you feel his lips press gently against your forehead and you think it's his way of sealing the promise. 

Gojo Satoru thinks–or rather he knows that he wouldn’t mind living the rest of his life with you. And he knows that he should fix his behavior around you and stop running away. That way, instead of a kiss to the forehead, he can finally give you one on your lips. 

[imamuzansimp-oldblog-seoseoya]

Hi, may I make a hc request on the uppermoons + Muzan reacting to their human s/o getting her period and BAD cramps & how they would comfort her (if they’d even do it lmao😭) yk.. since blood = food, but they still love their s/o

Uppermoons + Muzan reacting to Fem!S/O with bad period cramps

content warnings: fluff, suggestive, manga spoilers, periods, mentions of blood and cramps, cuddles

word count: ~700

a/n: eeeeeeee!!!!! my first proper request! i’m so excited! i hope you don’t mind i only did the first three uppermoons + muzan for now, but i’ll come back to the others another time.

a/n 2: this is a tad bit rushed since i wrote this right before going to sleep

Muzan

okay but he lowkey has no clue what’s happening

even though he’s had multiple wives in the past, he was never really there. thus, he had no clue what to do

at first he just kinda stood there like 🕴️

but then he realized he should probably do something so he asked you what you needed

“my dear, what do you require?” he’d say. “it hurts…” you whine. your period had recently started and the cramps hurt like hell. “what hurts, did someone bring harm to you? whoever did shall die where they stand!” and you momentarily panic because nobody had hurt you. “no! zannie, nobody hurt me! don’t worry! it’s just my period!” you yelped, worried for the poor soul that narrowly might’ve escaped muzan’s wrath. “your…. period?” it’s rare that muzan appears bewildered, so this is a sight. “yea… basically for about a week every month, women have their periods. basically, it’s a time where we bleed out of our vagina and unfortunately it comes with way. too. many. cramps. there’s also other things like cravings and mood swings.” you explained. you noticed muzan started to get a hungry look in his eye. he had thought he’d smelled blood, but knowing it was from you and not because you were injured, he was resisting the urge to devour it that instant. “are you currently in pain due to cramps?” he asked, ever so politely. you nodded, it hurt like nothing else. “heat usually helps…” you muttered. muzan began to approach you. he snapped, and in just seconds the strum of a biwa was heard and a warm blanket and cup of tea appeared before you. muzan then proceeded to cuddle closer to you in the bed, and before you knew it, he was drinking your menstrual blood as he held your blanket covered waist. thank goodness the tea didn’t spill.

(i sorta got carried away)

Kokushibo

since he had a wife and kid (that he cared for) back when he was human, he knows how to handle it.

the second he smells blood he knows what’s happening and he enters your room with ice cream, mochi, tea, etc. and a pack that has been heated by the sun

he can control himself around your blood, especially because i believe the thought of drinking your blood would disgust him

“koku….” you said weakly as you watched him walk in the room. “my dear…” all six of his eyes softened when he laid eyes on you. “how’d you know?” you asked. “i’m a demon and your lover,  i could sense it.” he rested the heated pack on your crotch and gave you the sweets before he cuddled close. soon enough the cramps faded as your eyes dropped and you fell asleep in kokushibo’s arms.

(omg that was so short compared to muzan’s i’m sorry)

dōma

knows about periods. this is a fact.

drinks your blood. another fact.

nothing else to say except this:

dōma walked in seeing you curled up in a ball on your bed. he chuckled and said in his will-bending voice: “you poor little thing, you’re on your period aren’t you darling?” and you just laid there in pain and whimpered a ‘yes’. he walked closer to you, before putting a comforting hand to your cheek. “well, baby, did you know that stimulation can help with cramps?” he worded a question, though your answer wouldn’t change his imminent actions. “s-stimulation?” you looked up at him.  “oh, baby, you know what I mean…”

akaza

another guy who knows what it is

so respectful and he doesn’t eat women so obviously he doesn’t drink your blood

he just lets you curl up into him as he rubs your tummy 🥹

i’m sorry but akaza got me like 🧎‍♀️

“kaza…” you whimpered as best you could. “‘t hurts” you whined. your boyfriend stepped into the room. wordlessly, he approached you and got under the blankets. the first word he spoke occurred once he latched on as the big spoon with his big hands rubbing your stomach gently. “baby… don’t worry… i’ll always keep you from pain…” you leaned into his touch and stayed like that for the rest of the evening.

[satorhime]

. ･｡･ self checkout ࿐ nagi seishiro.

── ◜ ⪩⪨ ◞ content ㆍ﹒fluff, aged up!nagi, pro footballer!nagi, height difference (reader is shorter than nagi), shopping trips, slightly suggestive, established relationship. f!reader. w.c. 2k & not proofread.

── ◜ ⪩⪨ ◞ synopsis ㆍ﹒nagi enjoys running errands if the two of you go together. & ໒꒰ྀི ´ ꒳ ` ꒱ྀིა notes: baby’s first blue lock fic !! honestly i’m supa nervous bc i haven’t written 4 them before n i’m still figuring things out but i hope u enjoy reading this anw <333

“this date is so tiring,” nagi laments for the fifth time since you stepped through the automated sliding doors of the neighborhood supermarket. he blows out a breath from his puffed cheeks, sounding as if he is on the verge of collapsing while you browse the shelves for pantry essentials and late night snacks. “when can we go home?”

a trendy song from a summer spotify mix croons over the tinny speakers overhead, its bubblegum pop lyrics interrupted every now and then by a cheery voice advertising new items and upcoming discounts. the supermarket is busier than when you and seishiro usually stop by, which isn’t all that surprising considering it’s the end of the day. college students carry armfuls of instant ramen and sugary sodas for study sessions and old ladies browse for medicinal teas while parents push full carts of groceries, ignoring their wailing children who press their little noses against the frosty glass of the freezers, begging to be given overpriced ice creams locked away inside.

and you resist the urge to roll your eyes with exasperation, glancing over to where your boyfriend leans heavily on the handle of the cart he has been tasked with pushing for you— his long fingers tapping away at a mobile game on the screen of his phone.

“that’s because,” you begin, wagging a finger at him when you turn around and toss an item into the bottom of the cart. “it’s not a date, sei. i told you that i had to run errands today and you insisted on coming with me when you hate it.”

“‘s’boring at home when you’re not there, so it seemed like a good idea at first,” he shrugs, rolling the cart further down the aisle when you’re on the move again. slothy, midwinter gray eyes drag lazily over your body— taking in the way your faded t-shirt (which is, really, just one of his old ones) rides up a little on your body, exposing the cute little dimples in the soft part of your back as you stand on your tiptoes, struggling to reach one of the higher shelves in the freezer section.

you are well aware that nagi hates daily tasks. things such as making the bed in the morning, washing the dishes after dinner, or visiting the laundromat once a week requires too much energy from your drowsy footballer boyfriend, but it makes you happy to know that he tries, even if he falls asleep while doing it; that he will do anything if you are involved, and nothing if you aren’t.

like right now, he abandons his mobile game and the shopping cart in the middle of the aisle without care to come over and help you, making a mother of two-under-two glare at him viciously. he snorts, sliding his hand into the back pocket of your denim shorts, a romantic comedy habit of his when the two of you are walking anywhere together. nagi’s head tilts cutely to one side, blinking owlishly up at the shelves. “which one d’you wanna get, shortstack?”

“i am not short,” you huff, twisting your mouth to one side at his teasing, but you point to the item you want— an assorted pack of ice lollies. “shelves are designed against short people. and i dunno— are we in the mood for ice cream or popsicles?”

it’s hard to make a decision because freezers full of summer treats line both sides of the aisle. tubs of gourmet gelatos, variety packs of creamy ice candies, and an endless selection of mochi with custard fillings in the middle that make your mouth water at the thought of bringing them home with you.

“i’ll eat them no matter what anyway,” he shrugs, unwilling to be the one to choose, but then his gray eyes glance down at your lips, then back to the items in front of you. you swear that his eyes darken to a stormier color, even though his expression never changes. “you make cute sounds when you suck on ice pops, and you always taste sweet after. get those.”

and then he faces forward, browsing the selection of ice creams with interest, as if his words didn’t short circuit a current in your brain. you’ll never understand how seishiro can say the most outlandish things so casually, only to return to what he’s doing while you’re left attempting to calm your fast heart.

“ice pops it is,” you say, a little winded. “make sure to get the second pack, and not the first.”

“mhnn, why’s it matter? the second one’s farther back. they all look the same to me.”

“they’re not. the first is one everybody has touched or returned.”

“that . . . makes sense,” he considers it, then he nods, lips formed into a little ‘o’ shape. “okay, we’ll get the second one.”

you watch as he steps forward, pushing the first pack of ice lollies aside to select the second as you requested, reaching the item with ease and heavens, it’s moments like these when you are reminded just how much bigger seishiro is. he’s always towered over your shorter height and it’s so, so unfair how he uses it to his advantage, making your tummy burn at the sight. frosty air wafts from the open door of the freezer, bringing chills over your heated skin. “‘s a good thing i was here, since you’re so little— there was no way you could reach it.”

“‘m not little,” you mumble, all pouty because nagi is squishing your cheeks between two finger pads. “you’re just so tall. it’s unfair.”

“want me to be shorter?” he asks, and before you can ask what he means, nagi drops the pack of ice pops into your hands and deflates dramatically, bending down to drape himself over your frame. his head tucked against your shoulder, the footballer’s milky fringe tickling the skin of your neck as he closes his eyes. “man, now ‘m even more tired.”

“seishiro, you’re heavy.”

“i know,” he sighs, eyes shuttering below thick lashes, but he makes no effort to move away from your body. instead, his hand slithers under your shirt. making you shiver because his fingertips are dewy and cold from the arctic blast of the freezer and the frozen treat he picked up. you hiss, squirming under his touch as his fingers trail across your belly. “but i’m tired ‘n’ you feel s’soft, like a pillow.”

“nagi, off,” you wheeze, his extra weight making it hard for you to properly breathe. it’s easy to forget how solid he is, straight lines of athletic muscle that usually has you cow-eyed and cooing, as long as it’s not weighing you down in the middle of a supermarket. you try to shake him off, but the midfielder only squeezes you against his body even tighter, his slightly damp lips pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. “we’re never gonna get anything done like this, you lazy boy. if you don’t wanna walk, go wait in the sitting area with the grandpas.”

he sighs in defeat and shakes his head, pressing his lips together in that cute frown he pulls whenever he’s thinking. then, he’s dropping his arms from you suddenly. “mmhn, got a better idea.”

“and what’s that—”

you face nagi, only to catch your boyfriend with one foot in the shopping cart as he tries to hoist himself over the railing and inside of the basket.

“sei, you can’t fit in there—!” your eyes flicker between him, and the elderly man judging the two of you at the other end of the aisle. “you’re too big.”

“you’re always saying things like that,” he says, and the innuendo intertwined in the words flies over your pretty head because with one boost, he’s hopping over the railing and sinking into the cart, the metal rattling in protest. you stand there, dumbstruck as he settles. “now i can stay with you without walking.”

“yeah, but now that means i have to push you,” you grumble. “i should leave you here and get a new cart.”

but it’s hard to refuse when your boyfriend is that cute. his impossibly long legs are folded against his chest so that he can fit inside the shopping cart comfortably, taking extra care not to crush any of the delicate items surrounding him. the lower half of his face is buried into the collar of his soft hoodie as he absently chews on the drawstrings, but you can still see the sanrio bandaid you put on him yesterday after he got a nasty elbow to the cheek during football practice.

even though you two are already receiving strange looks from other shoppers passing by, you grip the handle, pushing the cart and your boyfriend dutifully, rolling it onto the next aisle.

“you look ridiculous,” you tell him, but you’re grinning. “but here, you’re on list duty. what do we need to get next?”

nagi’s eyes dutifully scan over the shopping list open in the notes app of your phone, his fingernail scrolling the screen lightly.

“it says ‘ramen because my greedy athlete bf keeps eating it all’ so y’need to get . . . oi, you mean me—”

“i wonder who wrote that there,” you whistle innocently, plucking the device out of his hands, wheeling him away fast.

the rest of your shopping trip is a blur, except for you turning a corner too fast and nearly dumping him out of the cart or the weird looks shoppers continue to give you because by the time you’re lining up in the queue, nagi is buried under the items because he takes up too much space. there’s a bag of rice on one shoulder, a pack of ramen on the other and fresh radishes sprouting from the snowy peaks of his head. not to mention, he’s still holding the pack of ice pops, condensation dripping over his hands.

“you’re making them melt, sei.” because he runs hot a heated blanket in the summer, and you can sympathize with the poor popsicles being defrosted in his big hands.

“‘m gonna eat one so they won’t— oh, hey this one is lemon,” he says, prying open the cardboard lid and tearing open the plastic wrapper of a lemon crème ice pop. tongue peeking out to lick before he’s holding it over his shoulder for you to taste next. “try it. i don’t sound as cute as you when i eat them.”

“sei, you’re not supposed to open those before we—” but nagi pushes the cold treat between your lips insistently, your eyes rounding wide, whining in protest as the ice pop hits your sensitive teeth. but it does taste good— creamy, sweet and sour flavors coating the surface of your tongue. “oh, it’s sh’good. we should get another pack.”

“see? y’make the cutest sounds when you suck it.”

“shut up, seishiro.”

you begin placing the items on the conveyor belt, listening to the irritating bleep, bleep, bleep of the scanner as the cashier rings up each product. you’re not frugal, but you peep at the total on the screen every now and then with a wince.

“that’s it for you, or are you buying the man in your cart too, ma’am?” the cashier asks, glancing at nagi as he finishes off the melting ice pop in the shopping cart, chin resting on top of his knees.

“no,” and you giggle, cheeks warming as you roll your eyes in exasperation. “this one is already mine.”

[arsheyee]

JJK MEN: Plays and Kinks (female reader)

Hi long time no see…. This is my first multiple JJK men in one writing…. Hope you all enjoy it ✌️💕

Synopsis: Here lie the kinks and the plays of JJK men….

Warnings ⚠️: ass play, daddy,sir,mommy play, food, virginity, etc… lol I forgot

Paring: Gojo x fem!reader, Geto x fem!reader, Nanami x fem!reader, Toji x fem!reader, Choso x fem!reader individual pairing

Ok that is enjoy ☺️

(PS I also added some mood boards)

No minors from this point 🔞🔞🔞🔞

@shadyteacup I did my best how you like it. ❤️💕

Gojo Satoru

Food play ( lot of liquid syrups, whipped cream, melted chocolate, teasing you while you cook…be a good wife for him)

Satoru loves food , especially sweets and cooking various sweets. It was accidentally that he discovered his little food play kink. You both were eating ice cream and some of it fell on your cleavage and thighs. Before you could lick the ice cream of you Satoru leaned in forward to lick the ice cream of you.

When he was done he looked up to see you all red. He got up and kneeled down in front of you slowly and torturously licking off the remaining ice cream from your thighs until he reached your wet pussy. “ he licked a strip of your pussy over your panties. The cloth was obstructing him. He got up quickly and put you over his shoulder. Taking the bowl of ice cream in his other hand

“Let’s have dessert in bed tonight princess”

That’s when it all started. When he didn’t order dessert in a restaurant or didn’t buy any mochi on the way home means you are the “mochi” tonight.

“I can’t wait to eat you out and lick and suck this delicious honey from that sweet pussy of yours. I love the taste when the honey and your arousal are mixed up, your folds coated over and over with golden honey, all glossy, sweet and wet, just for me.”

Geto Suguru

Daddy play ( lot of name callling- princess baby girl doll, you love his voice and he loves your moans)

Geto loves to talk to you. You are probably the only non sorcerer he enjoys and loves to death. He talks to you about everything-what is going on in the business, his success, his worries and insecurities and his thoughts, Gojo being an ass and you love to listen to him. He always wants to resolve every thought of the day before you two are going to bed… so why not talk everything out in the sexual way too? He would love to tease you with his words. Hearing you moan is like music to his ears.

In this context of his kink he has an extremely soft and hot spot for Daddy or Sir. And to give his words sometimes a little more spice until unbearable effect he would love it when you wear a little remote controlled Bullet in yourself and have his fun with it when you’re out or meeting one of those monkeys.

“Oh now now, Babygirl. Don’t move so much! You don’t want those dam monkeys become suspicious, right? Sit still and don’t make any noises that could betray your filthy secret of your pussy. At first, why you’re doing such lewd things in public and secondly that you’re willing to let yourself get caught! To let them all know how needy you are to be filled with a big cock, that you’re such a shameless dirty girl.They’d question my upbringing in your behaviour and Daddy wouldn’t accept it at all. Or will you make Daddy spank your round ass when we get home?” He would whisper absolute filth in your ear making it hard for you stay still.

Nanami Kento

Bondage play (Sadism, teasing, overstimulation, edging, orgasm-denial)

Nanami was a seen and professional man. He was such a gentleman when you two started a relationship together. He is such a sweet and caring man always treating you like a princess making you happy. He gave you hugs on the way days you were sad, held the door for you walked along with your hands linked with each other , a perfect example of chivalry. But somehow his behaviour turn a 180 while sex. He switches to the most sassiest tease and absolute dom. He is a lowkey sadist. He loves to tease you, deny orgasms, overstimulate you and using the pretty little toys he brought you. You whines and moans drive him crazy like he is feral. He is literally married to using that damn massager that he bought a long time ago. Tying you wrists and ankles with ropes, tape or handcuffs (the ones that bite)

Hours and hours go by before he gives you an orgasm and when you beg for him with glassy eyes he gives you five in a row.

“Please Ken, oh God please! I-I c-can’t handle it anymore! Please let me cum! I’ll do whatever you want without complaining b-but just please let me cum!”

“You’re so needy and impatient, Sweetheart. I said stay patient and after some time I’ll give you my permission to cum. But my little Girl is so indecent and just don’t want to learn how she should behave!”

“Y-You said after some t-time! A half hour went by! Kento, please!”

“God, Darling. Why you are so bratty today? But okay, if it’s your wish to come so I’ll let that greedy pussy of yours come. But then you have to take all these orgasm I’m gonna give you without one single murmur. Is it clear?”

“Wait, Ken no! No-I am s-sor”

“What did I say? Shut your little mouth. And why not? I’m sure, I’m gonna make you squirt all over again~”

Fushiguro Toji

Kitten play (innocence kink, virginity kink, defiling you, teaching you sex)

Toji’s ego inflates to the roof when you confess to him that you never had sex. He loves your inexperienced body and big doe eyes. He adores how you stutter nervously and how red your cheeks get when he makes a dirty joke or a flirty comment. You decided to surprise him with white lingerie and matching cat ears. He had to admit the minute he saw you he wanted to rip those apart and take you as he wished. Just the thought of marking you making you his is enough to make him go insane. He wants to be the first and only man to touch that pretty body of yours…

“My Baby looks so cute and pure in her angelic white lingerie, but in reality she’s a dirty Kitten and she loves to be ruined by me, right? You enjoy my fingers way too much in your tight little pussy. Rubbing your clit the way you love. God, I love to defile your Innocence with these lewd things! You look so pure, but deep inside of you you’re a shameless filthy Kitten, begging for Toys and my Cock!”

Kamo Choso

Mommy/Ma’am play (enjoys being the sub, ass play, buttplugs, loves a strap-on)

Choso didn’t have a hard time admitting that he would like to be in the submissive role when it comes to sex. You have been his best friend for years and you guys talk about everything. He knows your Cup-Size and helps you pick your lingerie sometimes, telling you if your chosen set is sexy or not. And he also knows that your first and thankfully now ex-boyfriend was a complete asshole and that he wasn’t even able to satisfy you properly in bed. Choso is glad that you finally left him, not just because he treated you really badly… But also because he has feelings for you. Maybe that’s the reason why he didn’t tell you about his secret fantasies until now, even though you’re best friends. He wants to be desirable for you, the strong man you need to feel attractive again. So he has to cope with his fantasies alone. The thought of being tied up to the headboard, having a buttplug in his tight ass and following your command not to cum until you are satisfied while you ride him drives him completely insane.

Will it only remain his dream…. ? I don’t think so…

I think I will never gonna find a man who would like to try this.”

“What? To try what?”

“I’ll never find a man who would like a woman that is in charge and follow her commands and this stuff. You know. I don’t know if I already told you, but I think I’m more of a Dom in Bed. But it seems like every man I’ve met can’t even imagine giving up some power and let me take the lead for the Night.”

“…W-Wait… you are a Dom?”

“Yeah… I like the thought of powerplay and taking control from time to time. I don’t think I’m a complete Femdom, but it really turns me on when my partner would beg for permission to let him cum. And you know I have a soft spot for toys, I would love to use some of them on a man too.”

“What kind of toys?”

“You are pretty curious, Cho! Don’t tell me you are interested in this?”

“Fuck, Darling. You don’t know what you’re doing to me, you just said my secret wishes out loud. I’d love to follow your commands, beg for your permission to cum and let you stuff my ass with a buttplug if you would like that…”

“…holy shit. Fuck… you are making me so wet with these words.”

“Please… give me the permission to make you feel good, Baby…”

“You may call me Miss Y/N from now on….”

[komelrebi-san]

just a little gojo drabble bc i miss him sob

synopsis: gojo grows pimples and you just happened to know how to take care of his skin, except that it's not very satisfying on his end.

tw but not really: fem reader in mind but mostly gn, reader knows how to do facials, lots of fluff, kinda crack, intended lowercase.

a/n: @zhonglisbeloved wifeyyyyy how are uuuuu <3

perhaps it was overworking, perhaps it was skipping meals and eating sweets instead, he didn't know, but he sure was flabbergasted when he grew pimples.

he should be above these pesky things, damn it! blackheads, whiteheads, acne - whatever that is, he's the strongest, he will not be beaten by these things! hell, even when suguru or shoko grew a few back in his teenage years, he never grew any. so why now?

and it doesn't help when you are giggling your head off at him.

'hey! it's not funny!' he grumbled, crossing his arms after walking out of the bathroom one morning, the biggest pout on his face. he's grown another few pimples, large and red and swollen, some of them had little white dots, and it hurt like hell when he gingerly probed them.

'you- you look like- you look like rudolph-!' you were giggling your head off, pointing at the new whitehead that had grown on the tip of his nose, sitting there big and proud.

'shut up!' he pouted even more if possible and plopped onto the bed, covering his face. 'i can't believe i'm being beaten by stupid pimples. i wish i can just hollow purple-'

'hey, no. i can help.' you pull his hands away from his face, trying your best to not giggle. 'i'll be right back.' and with that, you disappear off into the bathroom, but not without poking a pimple on his cheek.

'ow! i hate you!'

---

moments later, you sit on the bed with his face on your lap. he peered up at you curiously as you rubbed creams and toners over his face, long lashes fluttering as his cerulean blue eyes followed your dainty fingers.

'hmm~ that feels nice.' he sighed, tilting his head to plant a little kiss on your wrist.

but the feeling didn't last long, because a moment later you'd pricked one of his biggest pimples with something sharp.

'ow! what- holy shit-' he flinched, whining as he pushed your hand away. you'd pricked the pimple with the needle end on a popper tool, and immediately the oily puss began flowing out.

'hey, stay still. let me-' you tried to coax him, but he immediately grabbed your hand and stopped you, his eyes glaring up at the stick in your hand.

'gojo satoru, let me go and stay still or i'll let you stay gross with your pimples forever.' you sighed, scowling back at him. and of course, at the use of his government name, he stopped immediately, but the glare never softened. the pout came back onto his face, but he lets you continue anyway with an incoherent grumble.

an achingly hour filled with whines and yelps of pain later, you are finally done with his facials. the once swollen pimples had deflated and the blackheads on his nose were now little pores you could barely see, all that was left to do is soothe the red pressure blotches left on his pale skin.

he was about to grumble again upon seeing your hands reach for his face, but the grumble faded away when you applied cool creams, fingers rubbing the still slightly painful spots carefully.

'...never do that again. that was hell.' he huffed, pouting.

'well, take it or leave your pimples be. you can stay gross forever, i guess. but no more kisses.' you shrugged, giggling as he fell quiet and crossed his arms.

oh, but you did kiss away the pout later after you applied a mask. little did he know, the next week to come would be zero ice cream or mochi or sweets of any kind, but full of chicken breasts and broccoli, and of course, pimple poppers.

[lightlycareless]

Hellooooo I hope u are doing well !! I found ur blog a couple weeks ago I love ur posts😙

I was wondering what it would be like for Y/N and Naoya going thru their first baby's pregnancy. I think it's cute how for the first child they have to get used to mood swings, cravings, baby shopping and all those couple stuff haha. But of course only if u want to !!

Hello!!

Aww, thank you so much!! Welcome to the club, we have only naoya. Enjoy your stay 😏

I'm sorry it took me a while to get back to you, I was quite overwhelmed by other requests, I still am lol, but I manage to write a little something I hope you like!

I kind of went through all of those things, but I do feel like writing more about y/n's first pregnancy with Naoya :> there's just so much agnjakshgjakshgjaghjia

Anyways, here are the warnings: fluff. you're pregnant with your first baby. naoya is super happy. indulgent. you know hehe. but maybe a tiny bit of angst at the end.

related work: sequel 1. sequel 2. sequel 3.

happy reading!!

Their first pregnancy would have to be the most special, loving, adorable, spoiled moment of their life!!!

Not to say that the others weren't, but this was the first time… experiencing everything, you know? So obviously, they couldn’t just sit back and not enjoy this moment to the fullest, taking it to the extreme, as they always did.

It is for granted that whatever Naoya does it will always be to please you; whatever request, no matter how big or small, he is at your command and you should take advantage of that, as he’d frequently insist. 

Starting with your cravings, not that he didn’t do that before, but now he’s just a bit more cautious, taking an extra step just to be sure.

“Honey, I think I want something—”

“Sweet, sour? Or spicy perhaps? Maybe a combination of all? I got all kinds of snack for you to choose from, but if that doesn’t work, I can go out and get —”

“I haven't said anything yet, Naoya!” You chuckle. “I think I just want something sweet, that's all.”

“Chocolate? Cake? Cookies? Gummies? Ice cream? Mochi?” He goes on, and you remain silent, thinking…

“...maybe a bit of everything?” you pout. “And perhaps something else too…”

“And something else too.” he repeats with a smirk before placing his hand over your belly. “Sounds like a plan for my princesses’”

“Stop saying that, it sounds like you already know their gender!”

“I don’t, I promise.” Naoya kisses your cheek. “I’m just guessing, that’s all.”

“Well, if our baby ends up being a girl I’ll take it as if you did know, and I’ll be very angry with you…” you frown, he chuckles.

“Hopefully not too angry to eat.” Obviously, you don’t mean any of those words as seen in the way you quickly hug him, pressing kisses across his face as you declare that regardless of the baby’s gender, you’re very happy to be forming a family with him, as well as how eager you were to finally welcome your little dumpling in your arms.

Followed by dates, outings, or however you want to call them: those are definitely Naoya's favorite of all. 

From making the most of the little time he has with you between missions and clan responsibilities, to wanting to show off how happy he can make the future mother of his children, once again there is no doubt that whatever you set your eyes on, it's yours, no questions asked—clothes, furniture, food, pastimes, anything; don't worry your pretty little head about anything, he’ll make it work.

“Oh, that crib is so cute…” you’d say once stopping before a furniture store, the two strolling around the mall right after getting ice cream from that one place you wanted to try out for the longest, but haven’t been able to due to Naoya’s… unwanted commitments. 

Your hand is tightly holding his because of that, almost as if you were afraid of letting go and losing him. Moments like this make you all warm, keeping them close to your heart.

“...But we already have one.”

“And who said we couldn't have two?” Naoya responds, more than ready to step into the store and buy the crib—he doesn’t care if the bedroom is fully decorated at that point, you want it, you’ll have it.

“No, Naoya! We can't take it!” You’d tug at his arm immediately after. “We can't just have two cribs because we want to!”

“Who says so?” He raises an eyebrow. “If anything, it’s only necessary—the estate is too big to just have one bedroom; I can’t have you walking from one edge to the other just to put our dumpling to bed, nor will I allow it.”

“Don’t be silly… that’s not even a real issue…”

…

…

…

“... but if we get another, does  that mean we’ll have more rooms to decorate?”

“Naturally.”Naoya smiles. “Oooh, then can we get that other crib as well?” you cheer, gesturing at the one right beside it. “I’ve been wanting to do something with yellow, I feel like it could fit in nicely! I got so many ideas too, aahh I can’t wait to show you!!”

The Zen’in and your family would eventually come to think that maybe Naoya’s bottomless spending when it comes to doting you, as well as your willingness to enable his behavior might not be the best approach…

But unfortunately, your husband doesn’t care, quickly shutting down any unrequited comments before they came your way, focusing instead on nurturing the happy, safe family he always dreamed of having with you.

If you wanted to have matching outfits for you and the baby every day, then Naoya would take you to every store necessary, indifferent if it was on the other side of the country, or give you his credit card to order online, all depending on your mood, since pregnancy made you far more exhausted, as expected.

Which of course, Naoya was dutifully prepared for, showing how serious he was in preserving your wellbeing by arranging weekly, if not daily spa days for you to simply relax and unwind, only the best masseurs were allowed to tend to his wife—the slightest mistake would be met by his reproach, which thankfully rarely occurred since he mostly liked to be involved himself (jealous, perhaps?)

Your absolutely favorite moment had to be when he stood behind you, placing his hands just beneath your belly to relieve pressure from the baby by carefully lifting it, a gesture that while simple, made you just about the happiest woman in the world.

As well as the most miserable when he had to stop.

“You’re the worst husband!” you’d cry, pouting as he eventually retreated. Naoya tries his best to not laugh at the adorable way you complained, but he could only do so much when it came to you. “Why would you even do that if you’re going to leave?”

“I didn’t mean to, princess. But I gotta do things too, you know?”

“...Like what?” You frown. “What could possibly be more important than me??”

“Nothing, ever.” He smiles, carefully wrapping his arms around you and resting them over your stomach. “But you do know you can go to the bedroom to rest, right? You don't have to worry about any duties or such, our baby comes first. And if anyone dares bother you, just let me know—they’ll get what’s coming to them…”

“... I know, I know, but… I just wanted to be with you the most I could before you left.” you eventually admit, looking up to him with those teary, round eyes that always made him putty. “You’re leaving soon, aren’t you?”

Naoya feels his heart clench with regret, sorrowful when reminded of the truth.

“Yes, I have a mission.”

“Why do you even go on so many missions?” you protest. “I mean, I get it but—but you’ve been working so much this year, and we’re expecting a baby too! Shouldn’t you… shouldn't you have some time for your family as well? You deserve it—I deserve it!”

“Yes, I do. And you’re not the only one that thinks that, but as the heir and sorcerer, I also have—”

“It’s almost like you’re married to them, and not me.” you frown, looking away; he doesn’t need to hear more to know that you’re very upset (and even then, that might be an underestimation) by his frequent absence, but also, perhaps mainly, anxious for the arrival of the baby.

It was only natural that you’d feel that way, after all, your little dumpling was set to come in just a few weeks, introducing you to the last, most crucial moments of your pregnancy.

The doctors asked you to be cautious, reduce stress to the bare minimum and continue having a healthy routine, but that was always easier said than done, and though you’ve done your best thanks to the constant comfort and reassurance of those you loved, such as your family…

They could never compare your husband, whom you only missed more and more with each passing day as he was forced to undergo missions after missions, after missions.

You might not lack anything at home, and was greatly appreciative of it too, but all the things in the world could never replace his company, no matter how much you tried to tell yourself otherwise.

And thus, he takes one of the many decisions that not only proves his commitment to you, but the depth of his feelings, how excited he was for this new stage in his life, setting an example to his future as a husband and father.

“I'll stay home from now on.” Naoya promises, taking you in his arms and kissing the top of your head, before gently cupping your face, swiping away the tears on your cheeks and sealing his words with another kiss on your lips. “I'll arrange someone to take my missions, I won't leave you alone, I swear.”

The two couldn’t care less if the whole world was against both, as long as you had each other, everything would be alright.

Exactly what he intended to do, from the very moment his heart became yours, he vowed to do whatever it took to be by your side whenever you needed him, in the good and in the bad, for better or for worse…

Until one day, unfortunately, he couldn't.

hahaha well I decided to connect this one thing with another thing I have planned in the future... detailing more of naomi's relationship with her dad and y/n's second pregnancy...

BUT ANYWAYS I WANT TO GO INTO MORE DETAIL WITH THE SHOPPING PART IT'S SOOOO CCCUUUUUUTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Also Naoya is like super detached (acts like it, he's not) when it comes to your decisions about getting stuff for Naomi, but if you buy matching outfits for the two he will die of cuteness. Test it. :) he loves it.

Well, I hope you liked this little something!!! Omg keep them coming I love domestic stuff between our two lovebirds 🥺especially when y/n is still pregnant hehe Naoya becomes an even more overprotective man aghjkahsjgasghasjgk or when Naomi is eventually born..........................

ugh thank you so much for sending this!!! I LOVED WRITING IT if there's anything else you want me to write be sure to let me know!!!! 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

Now take care, and hope to see you soon!!!

[dailyknkdz]

plss pls more hcs about dazai’s more childish side and mannerisms coming out around kunikida when he’s safe and happy? 🥺 i could listen to them all day

Hi anon! Omg absolutely 🥺 Those are some of my favorite hcs anyway!! I have many that plan to post, but here are a couple right now:

Dazai wasn't allowed to eat sweets as a child and therefore didn't develop much of a craving for them. (Except mochi ice cream, he loved that even when he met Oda.) Alcohol messed up his taste buds, but Kunikida very slowly started weaning him off of alcohol and onto sugar. It was gradual, replacing drinks and giving small sweets, so Dazai barely noticed at first. The more he ate Kunikida's good cooking, and the less junk he ate, the more his taste buds healed. He adores pancakes with pure childlike wonder - he swears they taste better if they're shaped like fish or stars instead of just round.

Dazai giggles around Kunikida. He never giggled as a child, let alone a teenager. He laughed, sometimes, but never genuinely and playfully giggled, until being in a relationship with Kunikida. Kunikida heard Dazai giggling to himself while playing with his sea creature plushies when he thought Kunikida was busy in the kitchen. Kunikida filmed him, because it was so precious.

Dazai adores soft things. Give him a very soft plush, and he will run his fingers over it and through it and hug it and rub it against his cheek for at least an hour. It feels amazing on his skin, and he delights in the sensation. Kunikida couldn't fathom having a childhood deprived of even the basics, such a soft clothes or toys, especially someone from a wealthy background, but such was the lot of his boyfriend. Kunikida makes sure to always have someone soft on hand if Dazai gets fidgety. It distracts him and calms him.

[chronic-claire-universe]

Ran Haitani: Why Do You Love Me?

Hello dust bunnies, it’s been a while but lately I’ve seen a collab which I thought I wanted to write for and here I am, really later but glad to give my contribute.

This is for @suyacho​ selfship’s collab and it’s totally self indulgent since these days I’m suffering a little bit more.

Warnings: Mentions of Hospitalization, Depression, Eating Disorders (Ran), Fluff Fluff Fluff

A.N: Reader is gender neutral, and they knew Ran during their medical studies residency

“I don’t understand” Rindou mumbles while his brother brags about you for the nth time, “Of course you don’t understand silly, it’s called love”, Rindou groans hearing his brother dumbness but he can’t help but keep on discovering this new side of his older brother, apparently waking up before noon, getting the first clothes he found in the closet, is a sign of apocalypse for the younger Haitani. “Love you say? Well that would explain why you’re doing something absurd like this” he gestures using his hands to explain the strange phenomen, “What do you mean by this?” Ran says lowering his sunglasses and putting his long hair to the side and looking at his brother with disappointment, “Nii-chan, you never went out without braiding your hair, you did it only when I got appendectomy and you rushed us to the hospital, are them that important?” Rindou asks with a stern look waiting for a reply, he doesn’t mean to sound rude but he doesn’t want to deal with a moody Ran when something gets wrong like it did last time. Ran approaches his little brother and huggin him he says “You grew up, I can tell that you’re concerned about the situation but don’t worry, y/n gets me the chance to be myself, Ran just Ran, your older brother, not the Ruler of Roppongi, not Ran Haitani, not the oldest Haitani Brother, do you understand now?”, Rindou nods and huggin him tighter he says, “I hope that I’ll get to know them” Ran smiles and before looking one last time to his little brother he closes the door’s apartment.

...

“y/n why do you love me?” Ran asks while licking his ice cream and smirks at your blush, “Well you don’t need to be so straightforward” you say looking at him with an angry but embarassed expression, “My little tsundere” he adds before keeping his ministrations, peppering your face with kisses and licks “Cmon I want to hear it again, please?” he continues with a sincere smile while getting his sunglasses on his head and looking at you intensely. “Why do you ask me this right now?”, Ran smiles and lowering his gaze he says “Because... I told Rindou today” your smile radiates your face and Ran can’t help but blush “He was concerned I’d get depressed and underweight again, so I told him that I could be myself with you”, you hug him remembering the first time you saw him, “Remember what I said during your stay at the hospital? Someone has to love you, and that’s what I plan to do from now on” and Ran smiles thinking that he finally found the one that can understand him from the bottom of his hearth, and he would be damn mad if he will let you out from his life, after all you’ve been both the savior for the other’s lfe.

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[atolua]

𖥻  CHEER UP ˒ 𝐞𝐭𝐚.  spring  of  2019   

EDITION .. yes he actually would do a cover of cheer up just to lift her spirits

FEATURING .. choi san

CW(S) .. sannie says lua supremacy  &  mild self-doubt

MONA SAYS ..  haven’t posted about the teezers in a while so ta-da!

the intense beats of hala hala ebbs through the practice room. rather than getting up, yuehua remains on the ground. she can't help it—feeling the polished floor against her sweaty body is like eating ice cream on a sweltering summer day. 

she hears the rustle of clothes before seeing the towel held out to her. shifting her head to the right, she takes it and seeks her friend's opinion. “how was that?” 

“looks like you're ready to conquer the stage.” san responds, honesty slathered upon his words. 

she tiredly laughs and tries to get up, but ends up back in her original position with a huff. the younger watches her with an amused glint in his eyes. knowing it'll be a while before she gets up, he decides to lie down next to her. 

together, they let the silence of the practice room fall over them like a blanket. there isn't anything interesting about the ceiling, yet one of them stares so intently at it. san knows that she's thinking, the clouds in her syrup-tinted eyes indicates so.

“what's up?” he asks, then gently pokes her cheek.

(seriously, ever since he found out how soft they were, he hasn't stopped poking the mochi lookalikes.)

she mirrors his action then says, “i'm still a little worried. what if i'm unable to keep up with you guys? what if the fans dislike the idea of a girl in a boy group? what if-” 

“-you will, and they won't. given the fact that you put so much effort in our practices, there's no way you'll fall behind. and once you're officially performing with us, it'll be hard to not notice the atinys cheering for all nine of us.”

yuehua scrunches up her nose and mumbles, “i really hope you're right, or else i'll hide shiber from you.”

“that really hurts, bambi.” he groans in faux pain, hand clutching onto his shirt. “i give you encouragement and get threatened in return.”

“woo, is that you?” she jokes, a few peals of giggles following suit.

san huffs at that and starts to wiggle away from her. she lets him have his moment before pulling herself up and announcing, “since there's no one else here, i'm gonna leave now and buy myself a treat.”

just like that, he's wiggling back. this time, he wears a familiar expression on his face—the pleading eyes. you know the one that puss in boots uses to beat his enemies? that one. 

and like the latter, yuehua's not immune to it. 

“come on then,” she helps him get back on his feet before they gather their stuff. since they're the last ones, they make sure to clean up the practice room. satisfied with their work, they head down to the convenience store. 

“hey sannie?” she begins while they shuffle down one of the aisles.

“yeah bambi?” 

“pick whatever you want, it's my treat.”

it might not be equivalent to the amount of support he's shown her these past weeks, but it's a start.

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[simp999]

A New Home Ch. 15

Various! Splatoon Manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader

Wc: 1.3k

A/N: AVIATOR SIMPS COME GET YALL JUICE also I am begging for some good pickup lines/flirty lines. Please just DM them or something, pick up lines are my weak point www

A/N 2: Skull's tan line looks silly

Back to the start! Previous Next

You had finished the three volumes of Servamp that you checked out yesterday quite quickly, but it just met closing time when you checked the clock, so you were unable to go back and trade them for the next three volumes. You decided that the next morning, you’d make your way back to the library, and that’s where you’re headed.

On your way there, your tummy rumbles, and you remember that you haven’t eaten anything this morning. You check your bag, in case Milo had shoved some snacks in there again knowing you, but it seems you ate them all last time. Alright, not a problem, you could make a quick stop at a cafe or something on the way. You pull up the maps app on your phone and search. The closest one looks pretty cute, and decently taken care of, using the reviews and pictures as reference, so you begin to head there.

The name of the cafe was “Mochi-Mochi Cafe”. You hear the bell above you chime, and the pleasant smell wafts around the air. There are lots of people, this place must be a favorite among many. You spot lots of pastries near the front, and determine that this place doubles as a bakery. That sounds good for the future. You could easily drop by here before a battle in the morning, it was close enough to the Plaza. You had just intended on getting tea, coffee, or hot chocolate - anything to fill your stomach, so you think you’ll stick to that. You browse the menu and see that they have ice cream sundaes on special today. 

‘That’s probably a bad idea for in the morning, right?’

You look around, and see that it’s actually something lots of people are enjoying at their tables right now.

‘Well, Milo’s not here to stop me, so…’

You order yourself a nice sundae with all the toppings you could want. The person at the front seems a little nervous, you assume that he’s new. He’s working the cash though, so there shouldn’t be a problem. You’re sure to tell him your order slowly and wait for him to catch up, repeating the bits he missed without issue. You finally place your order and look around to find a seat. There’s only one table left, so you make your way there. You sit and look around, bored. They’ve got some cute decorations. Lots of cat-themed stuff. Lots of “make friends! Talk to the people around you!” type of signs.

‘Yeah, no thanks. I just came to eat and get back to my manga.’

Your order takes some extra time, but you don’t blame them with how busy it is. 

You thank them and begin to walk back to your seat, nearly bumping into a tall inkling, who seems to be wearing an octo tee and gold hi-horses. You didn’t want to look up, but you had to make sure it was him. No doubt about it. He goes up to the counter and you to your seat. The counter is in view of where you’re sitting, and you’re just close enough to make out his order. Which just so happens to be an ice cream sundae, just like yours. He did eat one in the manga, you shouldn’t be surprised that he likes them. He turns around, about to find himself a seat, but the cafe goes quiet after hearing a comically loud crash and a small “Carp!” From the back. A few moments of silence, excluding the footsteps of the workers going to check out what happened, then a shout of “Ice cream machine’s broken!”

It seems to not faze Skull, and he finds the only free seat across from you. He looks at you, silently asking if he can sit there. You nod, and are about to dig in. Before you do, you have to ask him why he didn’t go order something else, saying that you overheard him ordering ice cream.

“Why would I?”

“...Because the ice cream machine’s broken?”

“Oh. I guess I can’t have my sundae, then.”

“Nope.”

You both kind of look around awkwardly, you waiting for him to go order something.

“So you’re not gonna get something else?”

“I don’t want anything else.”

You want to let out an exasperated sigh, he really is airheaded.

“You know what? Here, I don’t mind ordering something else. It’s not like I was craving it anyways, it just looked good in the moment.”

You gently push the sundae with the unused spoon in it towards him, standing up out of your chair to order something new. You know how bad of a sweet tooth he has, so you figure this is your best option. He doesn’t even question it, quickly grabbing the spoon. 

‘Man, what a lovable idiot.’

You stop at the counter, ordering a handful of pastries, asking for them to put three in a to-go bag. You figure you should be kind enough to at least get your teammates something small, they can warm them up later if they want. Before you can sit back down, the cashier calls to you.

“Sorry to bug you, but did your boyfriend want something else since we can’t make him his ice cream? We can do it for free, sorry for the inconvenience!”

Uh…boyfriend?

You look back at Skull, who’s still sitting at the table, readjusting his bandanna.

“Oh! Nono, It’s not like that. I gave him mine, so we should be fine. But if it isn’t a problem, could I possibly get a gift card for this place?”

“Of course, here you go. Sorry once again!”

You wave dismissively, assuring them that it’s no big deal.

“You didn’t finish it?”

“No. It was yours. You can have the other half.”

You look at what was left of the sundae.

‘…He already ate all the good stuff on top. Thanks, but no thanks, sweetheart.’

“Don’t worry about it, you can finish it. I already ordered a couple things for myself.”

“But I feel bad now.”

“It’s alright, promise! It’s not like I’m just gonna disappear, we’ll probably see eachother again at some point.”

He doesn’t budge. Not like you can just move him, he’s a unit of a guy.

“Actually, tell you what. Next time we see eachother, I’ll probably have my teammates with me. One of them is a big fan of your skill, so how about you give them a signature. Deal?”

“Okay, sure.”

…Yet he still doesn’t move. What does he want? More sweets? Does he just wanna talk? He’s hard to read.

The bell at the front chimes, and here comes our lord and savior, our beloved:

Aviators.

He spots Skull right away, he’s certainly been searching for him for a while.

“There you are! Been lookin’ for ya, dude!”

He turns to you,

“Has he been buggin’ ya? Sorry ‘bout that. Name’s Avi, but you can call me yours, sweetheart.”

Damn. Okay then.

You lean back in your chair and raise a brow at him. Seemingly unfazed, you offer him a hand to shake.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. But you can call me,-”

He feels a note and card in his hand, and looks at it. He spots a series of digits.

“-Anytime.”

He tries to fire back, but his mind’s betraying him. 

“It’s that easy to get you speechless? Thought this was your specialty, love.”

You chuckle at how easy that was, and you shoot him a genuine smile. 

Picking up your stuff from the chair, you grab your pastries from the counter, and give half of the purple team a quick wave, before making the bell chime again.

.

.

.

Thank cod you planned on giving Skull that note, you were sure he was going to forget you, and you just wanted proof that you two had met for when you see eachother again.

Next Part

May.7.23

[asknarashikari]

Daiki: *sighs* Why are we even here? Why are we in Orlando, Florida? Tsukasa: *gasping* The biggest McD's in America. Daiki: Can't we just go somewhere else to eat besides McDonalds. Tsukasa: No no no... The biggest one in America has more than just burgers. Just this one-time experience, please. Natsumi, Onodera, Eijiro: *smh* Kivala: Sometimes I don't even want to know what's going on in his head. Natsumi: I'm only paying for me and grandpa. Kivala will be sharing with me. Onodera: Not helping you two pay. *leaves to go order*

Everyone's reaction to DecadeCast shenanigans?

Honestly they would probably just think Tsukasa's a bit weird for thinking American McDonalds is better than the Japanese one. Japanese McDonalds has some great stuff that you can't get anywhere else too. Like right now they have a tsukimi (moon-watching) special menu fo the Mid-Aautumn festival which includes a mochi and azuki pie that sounds pretty yummy.

And also their ice cream machines (probably) won't break :P

[mamamittens]

My looooooove this is so fun, I am hype. Can I please have my OC x Marco and Ace? oooor if I can just have one boy.. Marco? thank you <3 I hope I filled this out right.. [what I asked for might just suit Marco but if your up for a challange..]

Cream Poprocks Alcohol Mind eraser/motor oil/Jager Bomb/Pink Schnapps[OC is sub]/ Mochi Ice Cream coffee

Man big list -sweating-

I love you <3

Well, I hope you enjoy your date!

Date Night Event!

Warnings: (Background/implied yandere behavior). Car sex, sex as a tool for manipulation, slight voyer/exhibitionism kink, rough sex, dom/sub behavior, degradation (whore and slut used), and spit roast (simultaneous sexual intercourse on both ends).

Word count: 2,468

The atmosphere was cheerful, gaudy Valentine’s day decorations decorating the venue in a somewhat restricted array of white, pink, and red hues. Chocolate candies at every table and an excessive amount of food with food dye in them offered at a buffet table. Ray nibbled on a small sandwich, having removed a heart-and-arrow pick out of it for his own safety. He didn’t strictly… mind the holiday. Free candy is free candy, even if it had cheesy phrases plastered everywhere. At least this free candy didn’t have a one-in-five chance of secretly being a set up for a scare.

Well, unless you were really terrified of commitment.

Ray leaned against the wall, tilting his head to rest against Marco’s arm as he enjoyed a pineapple drink with pink food dye. Ace was prowling the food table as he stacked an increasing amount onto his plate. Ray snorted as Ace snapped his teeth at someone for trying to swipe from his plate. Ray suspected that he was raised by wild animals sometimes and Ace rarely did anything to prove otherwise. What was worse—he was cute enough to get away with being a feral bastard.

Marco and Ray had to act civilized if they wanted to get anything done while Ace ran wild, confident that his cute freckles will get him out of trouble. Truly, the real tragedy of their tri-relationship was that it wasn’t that far off from being the truth.

“At least he’s getting his fill now.” Ray mused, munching on another sandwich slice. Marco snorted, Ray’s lip twitching as he already knew what his partner was going to say.

“So confident this will even make a dent? I don’t know where the fuck he puts it…” Marco complained with a playful glare in Ray’s direction. Seems he was still put out that he lost a bet and had to cover groceries for the rest of the year… fair enough.

“Well, some days all I have is hopes and dreams. Let me believe in a lie for a few hours, alright?” Ray snarked, stealing Marco’s drink for a sip. Marco amicably allowed the theft before giving Ray a soft peck. “Why are we here anyway? I know you’re a sap, but this is a bit much, even for you.”

“Well, I thought the atmosphere would help.” Marco shrugged. Ray paused.

“Help what? Cause as much as I want to believe, we both know Ace will eat his bodyweight in food tonight no matter how tall his plate gets.” Ray eyed Ace as he made his way back to them.

Ace beamed, practically skipping as he effortlessly balanced his food. To Ray’s surprise, he handed a few choice items over without any fuss.

Marco accepted the pineapple jelly with a fond smile as Ray took a cup of chocolate mousse.

“A treat for my future husbands!” Ace crowed proudly. Marco scowled, tsking at Ace.

“I didn’t get to tell him yet.” Ray glanced between the two in confusion.

“Uh… what? Was the food spiked with something, Ace? You’re not normally this bold.” Ray distracted himself from the chastised expression the younger man had. He grimaced and shrugged.

“Sorry. Got too excited.” He excused. Marco sighed, swallowing the pineapple jelly in a single toss of his head. Marco looked down at Ray apologetically.

“There was a business deal with Ace’s bio family. It was sealed with an ‘arranged marriage’. Really, I think Roger just wanted to argue with Pops for a few weeks.” Ray frowned.

“An arranged marriage? In this day and age? With who?! Do we need to sneak you out of the country, baby?” Ray asked in concern. Ace looked pleased as he shook his head.

“No, Ray. It’s with us. Since Roger kept arguing about Ace keeping his family name, Pops decided to force the issue. Now, we’ll all have the same last name.” Marco said, quite pleased with himself. Ray wrinkled his nose in displeasure.

“Why is our relationship being used as a bartering tool?” Ray sneered. He wasn’t against marriage, particularly to Ace or Marco, but being told he had to… irked him. Ace grimaced again mid-bite.

“It’s not! This is just for convenience! Uhm! Legal convenience!” Ace stammered, quickly correcting himself as Marco gave him a look. “Ah… I hope you’re not mad at us. I… I thought it was a nice idea.” Ace sighed, nibbling at a chocolate bar. He looked like a sad puppy being left at a kennel.

Ray scowled anyway, though his heart twisted uncomfortably as Ace visibly shrunk into himself. Marco, usually the more mature and laid back on between them, also seemed to be folding in on himself. Seemingly upset to have put Ray in this awkward position.

Really, it was more about the principal of the matter. If he was going to get married to anyone, he wanted to be involved from the start! Not told that it was practically a done deal! Who the hell wants that? Frustrated at being surprised like this and guilty that his partners were upset, Ray sighed.

“I’m not mad… I just… need to go for a walk.” Ray hissed, certain that the fresh air would soothe his nerves so he could properly address this new issue.

“Ah! Ray! Wait!”

“Don’t… let him walk. We’ll catch up in a minute.” Marco soothed Ace as Ray exited the venue. He was glad they didn’t make a reservation at a restaurant or something. It would be harder to casually shoot the breeze outside if he had to worry about finding his seat again later.

The chilly late-winter air settled heavy in Ray’s lungs as he paced. Muttering angrily to himself. Rapidly flipping through his many issues with the situation.

First off, he wanted to know where Roger and Pops got off deciding their sons’ relationships like that! All of them were too old to be corralled into ‘proper’ relationships. Though at the very least they had enough sense to not break them apart.

He also wanted to know why he was the last one to know. Ace seemed fine with it—likely a combination of legally getting to change his name and not seeing the issue with it. But Marco and himself were independent adults and have been for years. How was he just finding out about this? And not even from them.

A massive part of his life just… just… written off as a trade deal?! What the fuck?!

Marco and himself had never really needed to fancy papers to determine their relationship. Adding Ace into that, while quite an eventful time, didn’t take away the legitimacy of their bond either. So to imply that they needed it after all these years was insulting. And weird. Why now? What changed?

Roger and Pops had been arguing about Ace for years now… seems odd that it was suddenly resolved and Ray didn’t hear about it until now. And with such a weird solution too…

“Babe, get in. You’ll catch a cold out here.” Ray jerked, looking towards the street next to him where Marco was pulled up beside him in a bright blue bug. Ace looked at him from the window with a despondent expression.

He only realized then that his nose was frozen. Tips of his fingers numb with he venue quite a ways behind him.

Huffing, Ray clambered into the backseat. The front occupied with boxed up leftovers that Ace was sure to clear out by the end of the day.

Ace leaned against the door, giving Ray space as he kept his chin tucked into his clavicle.

“I’m not mad at you guys.” Ray sighed, rubbing his cold nose. “Just frustrated with the surprise.” Ace looked at him with hopeful eyes as Marco smiled.

“Yeah. We could have broken the news better. I’m sorry, yoi.” Marco apologized as he started driving. Ace reached over slowly and pulled Ray into a blissfully warm embrace.

“I’m sorry you have to get married because of me.” Ace whispered into his chest. Ray felt his heart break a little at that.

“What? No, baby that’s not what I’m upset about!” Ray wrapped his arms around Ace’s back, rubbing up and down his spine as Ace squeezed him tightly. “This is just something I would have preferred to be included in deciding! Just between the three of us.” Ray clarified softly.

Ace pressed his lips against Ray’s throat.

“You promise?” Ace sighed, sucking a harsh mark on his skin. Ray shuddered, squirming in the seat while Marco kept his eyes on the road, smirking.

“C-Course I do! S-Sssshit Ace, easy~!” Ray whined, feeling his lover’s teeth sink in deeper. His seat belt clicked open audibly as Ace pulled his hips closer. “M-Marco has to pay attention to the ro—ahn~!” Ray squeezed his eyes shut as Ace slipped his hand under Ray’s pants. Curling his fingers over his clit and teasing him.

“Oh, I’m perfectly capable of driving like this, babe. Ace? Keep your clothes on. We can punish him for hurting your feelings at the house.” Marco said dryly as Ace sank another finger into Ray’s cunt. “Try not to make a mess back there. I know it’s hard for you sometimes being soaked for us.”

Ace grinned down at him hungrily as Ray steadily sank into the seat. Sliding beneath Ace as Marco kept driving.

“What? Can’t drive straight if I fuck him in the backseat?” Ace asked with a sly glance. Ray could barely see Marco, his upper body now flat as his legs twisted with mounting pleasure. Ace shoved up his shirt, peppering bite marks around his binder. “He does get wet awful fast for a slut, I’ll give you that. I like that about him though.”

“We’re on the highway, Ace. I can’t exactly pull over to join you two.” Marco reminded him as Ray gasped, his binder unclipped and allowing Ace to continue his assault on his bare breasts. Ace’s hand still toying with his cunt as he did so.

“All that fuss about getting married. Tsk. Bet if we were on the backroads Marco could pull over for a spit roast. You’d like that, right? Can’t complain with your mouth full.” Ace snarked against Ray’s bruised tit. “He’s so wet, Marco. I think he really likes getting toyed with in the backseat.”

“…”

“A-Ace! Oh fuck hnn~!” Ray threw his head back, nails digging into the arm rest above him as Ace bit the other side of his neck, thumb heavy on his clit. He shuddered, gasping and trembling as he came.

“What pretty sounds you make, Ray.” Marco mused, turning the car somewhere. “Is it really any wonder we want to make you ours forever? Bet he’s making a mess back there, isn’t he Ace?”

Ace chuckled against Ray’s throat.

“Course he is. You know how much of a slut he is.” Ace agreed, much to Ray’s dizzy surprise.

“You’re right… we’re off the highway now. You have fifteen minutes before I join you two. Better make it count, babe.” Marco warned lowly. “And if you get seen you have to wear a cock ring for a month.”

Ace’s head shot up before ducking down below the window line as he cursed. Yanking a blanket over them both as he pulled down Ray’s pants.

“Fine. You won’t be a fucking tease for me, right Ray? Going to make you scream like a whore.” Ace laid down over Ray, knocking the air from his lungs as he thrust in balls deep. Ray couldn’t help but gasp in shock as Ace held him down into the seat as he set to beating Marco’s time limit. “Let’s make Marco jealous he has to drive. C’mon. Say his name for me.” Ace panted, fucking Ray into the seat with considerable force.

Ray’s every breath being jackhammered out of him as Ace pulled his hair, forcing him to expose his neck for more hickeys and bites. His cunt burning from the fast pace. In spite of this—or maybe because of it—Ray could feel himself begin to tremble. Gasping and moaning as asked while Ace kept mocking him for it.

“Marc—oh~! Ah! M-Ma—ah—co~!” Ace laughed, forcing his thighs to spread out on the backseat. Ray wasn’t sure if it was the rapidly approaching climax or if he could feel Marco speeding up.

“Just like that! What a slut! Begging for someone else while I make you scream. Is this not good enough for you?” Ace smirked. The wet sound of him driving Ray mad audible over the dull hum of the engine.

“Yes! Y-Yes! A-Aceee~!” Ray cried out, shuddering as he clamped down on Ace so hard his cunt ached. Ray distantly heard Marco clear his throat but if anything, the sound motivated Ace to start moving faster.

The car door was yanked from Ray’s grip, dull garage lights visible suddenly as a blurry figure leaned over him. Hands held his head back as Marco leaned in close enough to accommodate Ray’s lack of vision. His glasses nowhere to be seen.

“You worried us, you know.” Marco said softly into Ray’s ear over the sound of wet sex and Ray’s own pitiful moans. “Running out into the cold like that, yoi. But you’ll make it up to us, won’t you slut?”

Ray whined as his thighs began to ache but Marco kept staring down at him with a dark smile. He kissed Ray once, a lingering soft kiss against Ace’s harsh thrusts.

There was the sound of a zipper as he stood up again. Ray squeezed his eyes shut as Marco’s hard cock pressed against his lips. Dazed and rapidly becoming overstimulated, Ray allowed Marco access. Ace’s hand pressed firmly over his throat as Marco slid inside. He struggled to breathe past the thick obstruction but managed. Barely.

“Fuck that’s hot. Think you can still say his name? You’re such a talented whore, I’m pretty sure you can. Go on. Show us.” Ace gripped Ray’s hips, tilting them up to reach deeper as he licked along Ray’s throat. Biting firmly for a long moment, forcing Ray to moan hard on Marco’s cock. “Our slut.” Ace sneered.

Ray moaned around Marco’s cock as hands gently cradled his face, holding him in place. Balls coming to rest firmly against his nose as he pressed in deep. Marco groaned and chuckled.

“Yeah, babe. Show us what our little slut can do, yoi.”

Ray barely had the presence of mind to cry out at this point. Sore and bruised, he took everything they gave him. Even though his thighs trembled and cunt ached from Ace’s abuse. And his throat burned around Marco’s relentless cock.

Because regardless of the future, he was theirs.

“Our slut.”

[receel-t-grave]

Japanese Desserts That You Should Taste

Did you know that Japan is also known for its delicious desserts?

Japan has a distinct culinary culture with a rich food history and one of the world's most popular cuisines for all the right reasons. Subtle flavors explode in your mouth with a splash of sugar in Japanese desserts.

Here are 5 Japanese desserts that will give you a sugar rush

1. Mochi

It is a classic Japanese treat with a diverse flavor created from special sticky rice known as mochi gome. Mochi rice is cooked and molded into soft Mochi balls that can be toasted, dipped in sauce, or sweetened with kinako.

How to make a mochi:

2. Dango

Dango is a classic Japanese rice dumpling prepared with mochiko, a Japanese sweet rice flour comparable to regular mochi. Typically, three to five rice dumpling balls are impaled on a bamboo stick. Seasonal variants of this famous Japanese street dish are available all year.

Dango is a popular Japanese dessert that many recognize because of its distinctive emoji. 🍡

The emoji depicts the Hanami Dango, which consists of three dumplings, each of which has a different color:

Pink represents peach blossoms in the spring.

White represents snow.

Green represents leaves and fresh growth.

How to make a Dango:

3. Taiyaki 

Taiyaki may be found on the streets, where sellers prepare fresh Taiyakis every day. It's a fantastic winter dessert that will warm your body and make you feel oozy. Taiyakis are fish-shaped pancakes with tasty fillings like red bean paste that are served warm. 

Like most Japanese desserts like daifuku, Taiyaki has variations based on its filling:

Custard

Chocolate

Sweet potato

Ice Cream

Savory varieties can also be found with fillings like sausage and cheese.

How to make a Taiyaki:

4. Daifuku 

Daifuku are essentially pockets of mochi filled with various sweet fillings and are a popular delicacy in Japan. During the hot summer season, you'll commonly see daifuku ice cream; among all flavors, the most popular daifuku ice cream flavor is red bean paste, which has a delicate sweet taste and is a ball of refreshment to take a break from the scorching summer days.

This traditional Japanese dessert has many variations based on their filling:

Mugwort (Yomogi daifuku)

Sweetened Japanese apricot (Ume daifuku)

Coffee

Ice Cream

Strawberries and Anko/Sweet Cream (Ichigo daifuku)

How to make a Daifuku:

5. Dorayaki 

This is anko paste sandwiched between two castella pancakes. Castella is a Portuguese sponge cake that was transported to Japan in the 16th century and is still popular today. Dorayaki is currently offered with Nutella fillings between the pancakes and tastes quite cozy.

This traditional Japanese dessert got popularized by hit anime and manga character, Doraemon, whose favourite food is Dorayaki.

Similar to Taiyaki, it has variations based on its filling:

Custard Cream

Oreo

Chocolate

Matcha

Fruits like Strawberries and Blueberries

How to make a Dorayaki:

Now that you're familiar with Japanese sweets, make sure you try them and indulge in a decadent pleasure while on vacation in Japan. Choose a meal and eat these distinctive desserts to learn about Japan's culinary scene. What exactly are you waiting for?

[femmefatale-999]

I always have Food That i will eat for a Month Everyday and them i hate it Right now its udon noodles and Mochi ice cream 😂

[kyoosoup]

I haven't eaten dinner yet so I'm just gonna write down foods that I really want to eat

• fried chicken, specifically a sweeter kind like honey or something or the kind that you eat a bucketful of

• (Chinese?) red bean soup with mochi. I haven't had this in years and it's really sweet but I love red bean soup and I've been wanting to have this forever but I have not been able to

• mango sticky rice. I had this a few months ago because my friend was really craving it. And I let them eat most of it because they wanted it more. But now I think about it a lot. Man that was good. I love mango

• beignets . I'm noticing a theme that a lot of these are just desserts or sweets. But beignets are so good I want to have them again.

• rolls from Texas Roadhouse

• rolls in general tbh. Maybe like Hawaiian rolls. I love bread so much

• sushi. this is a nonstop craving for me really.

• burgers . also a nonstop craving. I love a good burger

• Xiao long bao mmmmmmm soup dumplings. Or my mom's wonton soup. Man I love wontons. We have someone staying with us who can't eat pork or shellfish though so we never eat wontons :[

• hot dog with a ton of stuff on it. relish and onions and idk all toppings ever. I want to devour a hot dog.

• Mango mochi ice cream. I'm lactose intolerant but I want it

• Thanksgiving food. I am hyped. I want mashed potatoes. I want turkey sandwiches with cranberry jelly. I want GRAVY. I want sweet potatoes. I want I want I want. I'm hungry

• Pickles but like the tiny ones that are a just a little spicy

• something else I always crave is those store bought sugar cookies

• I'm trying to think of more things but I'm so hungry

• oh there's one specific type of packaged noodle that's kinda fancy but it's like laksa noodles. It's in a black package. Idk. That ones good we had it a few times at home and haven't had it for a while and I miss it.

• we once had someone stay with us and there was like a week where he made these noodles and they were a little spicy and a little acidic and they were SO GOOD made my mouth water. And I miss it and I have no way of finding out what it was :[

• I miss being able to just straight up eat cheese. I'd eat just a stick of string cheese or a babybell right now

• chips and salsa wooooooo. I crave that a lot

• potato soup 🔥🔥 I love potatoes

• honey bacon

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