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[maniwakpa]

I made millionaire bars, no streaks in my chocolate on my first try!

[tintcosmetics]

Welcome to Satou, where the artistry of baking meets a commitment to your well-being.

Satou was born from a deep passion for desserts that don’t only taste great but also nourish the soul. We aim to ensure that every indulgence is a mindful experience, where every bite leaves a lasting impression, one that makes sure you leave no crumbs.

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[connorsui]

I've often shared scenarios where your baby with one of the lads men is already a toddler—running around, being cute, and loving you, calling you "momma" , "mommy", while also becoming the most adorable part of your life, making you wish for two or more with your husband.

But what about scenarios when you're pregnant? ...already 6 to 7 months with a heavily noticeable bump?

Like Zayne, for example.... I deeply believe this man would care for your well-being with all his heart, focusing on ensuring that you’re resting properly and eating just the right amounts, all to keep the baby as healthy as possible. You’d find him quietly monitoring every meal, planning each one with the utmost precision, and even researching the best ways to support you. His calm attention to detail would bring you such a sense of peace, knowing he’s there for you every step of the way.

And then there’s Sylus, who simply wouldn’t allow you to lift a finger in the household. Yes, he knows you value your independence, that you’re certainly not bedridden—but his protective instincts refuse to let even the smallest chance of strain come your way. You might try to argue, but Sylus would only give you a stern look, insisting he handle everything, his love as fierce as it is gentle.

With Xavier, you’d find him spoiling you with homemade sweets and baked treats, indulgently catering to every craving. From pastries to confections, he’d spend hours perfecting each recipe, bringing you joy with every little treat he creates. His quiet care, his patience, would make each bite a reminder of how he’s always there, supporting you through even the smallest desires.

And then there’s Rafayel, who would whisk you away for moments of relaxation by the sea. Taking your hand, he’d lead you to feel the cool waves beneath your feet, letting the breeze ease any tension. His easygoing nature would lift your spirits, wrapping you in a sense of freedom and calm, making you feel cherished in the most effortless way.

All scenarios are possibly one of the most adorable things I could imagine with em doin and its sum I would never let go til the day I die

Consui unedited thots

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Hi, Since it is the Fall season and Halloween is near, I was wondering if you could do Hazbin Cast x Reader, where it is romantic or platonic short stories but they are all Fall/Halloween-themed?

Romantic:

Lucifer - Haunted Maze -

He didn’t quite grasp why he’d suggested this adventure in the first place. It wasn’t fear that held him back—after all, he was the embodiment of darkness, the big bad devil himself. But amidst his bravado, a flicker of insecurity danced in his chest. Perhaps it was the need to impress you, or maybe it was the realization that after seven long years spent nursing his wounds from Lilith, so much had shifted in the world—and within him.

You both sported casual attire, clad in comfortable jeans and T-shirts that spoke of a relaxed night ahead. Excitement bubbled within you as you approached the entrance of the maze, the air thick with anticipation of what lay beyond. With the king of Hell by your side, this was bound to be an extraordinary experience. You bounced on your heels, your heart racing as you absorbed the eerie ambiance and listened intently to the rules. And just like that, you were off to the races, plunging into the unknown.

It was impossible to choose which aspect thrilled you more: the delightfully creepy atmosphere of the maze or the sight of Lucifer, the master of mischief, visibly unnerved as he navigated the twists and turns. Yet, the most magical part of this escapade was the way you both clung to each other like schoolchildren lost in a thrilling game, your laughter echoing in the shadows, creating an unbreakable bond that brought you closer than ever before.

Alastor - Baking -

He was bursting with enthusiasm to share some of Louisiana's culinary secrets with you, ready to whisk you away into the world of gumbo and jambalaya. But what he hadn’t anticipated was your own infectious excitement as you revealed plans for a homemade apple pie and caramel apples. Despite his usual aversion to sweets, denying you was simply out of the question; your passion was too irresistible.

Clad in your matching aprons, you both chuckled softly as you navigated through the mountain of cookbooks scattered around the cozy kitchen. The air was filled with the intoxicating scents of flour, sugar, and spices while a delightful chaos unfolded. You danced around each other, laughter bubbling up as you measured and mixed, transforming the kitchen into a whimsical wonderland of baked delights.

By the time nightfall claimed the day, the countertops were brimming with an array of confections that could tempt even the most disciplined. Yet, the sweetest part of the evening wasn’t just the delectable treats you’d created together; it was the gentle, lingering kisses shared amidst the flour-dusted chaos, each one a tender reminder of the enchanting memories you were crafting side by side.

Vox - Pumpkin Patch -

In his living years, he’d often heard tales of couples embarking on this charming tradition, though he had never truly participated himself. Now, with you by his side, he felt a surge of willingness to dive into this age-old custom. There was something undeniably endearing about selecting something special together, a silent acknowledgment of the bond you shared. Though he’d never admit it aloud, the thought warmed his heart.

He couldn’t help but blush at the sight of you in your simple overalls, a refreshing contrast to your usual work attire. You radiated a wholesome charm that made his heart flutter. In that moment, he felt an unexpected sense of domesticity, a cozy warmth that enveloped him as you stood together. Even though he was still dressed in his formal suit, your bright smile and gentle words encouraged him to embrace the moment and fully enjoy the date.

After you both selected your pumpkins, his grin widened, stretching from ear to ear. You were delightfully cute, struggling to carry as many pumpkins as your arms would allow, and he couldn’t help but find joy in your determination. He didn’t even think to mention his ability to teleport them home with a snap of his fingers; instead, he allowed his heart to swell with love for you, savoring the simple pleasure of being together in this enchanting moment.

Adam - Scary Movies -

Scary movies held no terror for the first man. Adam had witnessed a myriad of horrifying sights throughout his time as both a living man and an angel. With a heart full of courage, he was ready to be your knight in shining armor as blood-soaked apparitions and creepy clowns flickered menacingly across the screen. Nothing could shake his resolve—or so he thought.

Dressed in comfortable sweats and without his usual mask, Adam wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close as you prepared to press play on the TV. His smile was wide and infectious, and he secretly hoped you’d leap into his arms, proclaiming him your one and only lover, your fearless savior. But reality had other plans, far from the fantasy he envisioned.

As the final movie of your horror marathon drew to a close, you found yourself a laughing, blushing mess beside him, while he transformed into an adorably clingy bundle of nerves. It hadn’t even taken an hour for him to succumb to the tension, burying his face in your neck and holding on for dear life. The only silver lining of the night was the way you protected him from nightmares, showering him with sweet kisses and gentle cuddles, ensuring that he felt safe and cherished amidst the chaos of the films.

Husk - Fall Leaves -

He wasn’t one for fun, love, or anything that didn’t involve the comforting depths of a bottle. Yet, you were the radiant light in his otherwise shadowy world, and he would drop everything for you in a heartbeat. You were the only one who stood by him when life felt bleak and heavy, so he was ready to step outside and embrace the messiness of life alongside you.

He had no clue how you managed to charm Lucifer into conjuring trees adorned with vibrant, falling leaves, but your infectious joy made it impossible for him to resist. As he watched you adjust your little outfit, a warm smile tugged at his lips, despite his best efforts to suppress it. With rakes in hand, you both set to work, gathering leaves to create a magnificent pile, eagerly anticipating the moment when you could leap into the crisp autumn bounty.

He had to admit that the first few jumps felt a bit strange, a quirky tradition he was still getting used to. However, as you continued to play and laugh, he discovered that this outdoor activity was more addictive than any drink he’d ever known. The thrill of leaping into the colorful leaves became infinitely more enjoyable simply because you were by his side. He’d gladly dive into autumn leaves all year round if it meant sharing those moments with you, wrapped in laughter and warmth.

Platonic:

Charlie - Pumpkin Carving -

She was the one who suggested pumpkin carving, a clever idea to break the ice and strengthen your friendship. Since you were still relatively new to the hotel, it was the perfect excuse to spend some quality time together and deepen your bond. After all, what better way to get to know someone than through a little arts and crafts?

The lobby was transformed into a creative playground, with a pristine white tarp spread out like a canvas and one enormous pumpkin waiting to be deseeded and carved by the two of you. The experience quickly turned into a delightful mess, with pumpkin seeds flying and the sticky insides of the gourd splattering everywhere. Laughter echoed off the walls as you both embraced the chaos, reveling in the joy of your shared endeavor.

As you carved and chatted, you discovered so much about one another, and with each passing moment, you felt more at home in the hotel. Charlie’s quirky personality was a breath of fresh air, and you couldn’t help but smile at her antics. If she was willing to embrace your own sinful quirks, you could definitely see this blossoming friendship becoming something truly special.

Angel - Dressing up -

This Halloween, you were determined to shine; however, your fashion sense was more frightful than fabulous. Your quirky friend, the spider demon, with a flair for style, was eager to help select the perfect costume. While the thought of being dressed by an overly seductive arachnid gave you hesitance, your trust in him was unwavering.

The real fun kicked off once you stepped into his fabulously chaotic room. You two explored various costume possibilities, from whimsical animals to bizarre inanimate objects. After a spirited debate, you both agreed that a chic, simple costume would be the perfect choice. With some creativity, Angel transformed clothing and makeup into a masterpiece while seamlessly addressing your concerns with a playful grin.

Amidst the playful banter and flirtatious jabs, you could feel the bond between you tightening like a spider's web. When he finally unveiled your outfit, you were relieved and delighted! It was stylish yet tasteful—no “thrown together by a toddler” vibes in sight.

Rosie - Full Moon -

When she invited you to a night of stargazing under the full moon, a tiny voice in your head couldn't help but whisper that she might have sinister intentions—like sacrificing you in some ritualistic feast for her colony. But those wild thoughts melted away as you arrived at the rendezvous point to find her setting up a cozy scene with a telescope and blankets, ready for a night of the moon and stars.

She whipped up a delightful picnic that catered to both your cravings, complete with snacks as varied as the stars above. As you snuggled into the blankets, the chill of the night felt invigorating rather than off-putting. With each passing hour, you watched the sky transform while sharing the latest gossip and secrets, laughter echoing into the night.

The friend date turned out to be nothing short of magical. As dawn began to break, you both reluctantly packed up, yawning but utterly satisfied. She beamed joyfully, thrilled that you had chosen to spend the night exploring the cosmos and each other’s thoughts. It was a night of friendship that was as charming as it was entertaining.

Vaggie - Hay Rides -

You were buzzing with excitement to take Vaggie on an unforgettable adventure! Ever since she and Charlie became an official couple, it had been a challenge to carve out some quality friend time. So, when Charlie graciously offered you both a day to yourselves, you practically flew out the door! Standing in the dusklit field with cash in hand, you couldn’t help but tug Vaggie onto the hayride, giggles bubbling up as you set off on the great ride around a farm.

As the ride bounced along, it took a moment, but soon Vaggie’s initial hesitation melted away, replaced by a radiant smile that mirrored your own excitement. The small farm around you was a whimsical blend of charm and spookiness, with enchanting decorations that made the whole experience feel like a Halloween fairytale. You could see the joy in her eyes, and it warmed your heart to know she was glad to be there.

Once you both hopped off the hayride and snagged some delicious treats for the trek back to the hotel, light banter flowed easily between you two. It felt like old times, and Vaggie expressed her happiness at rekindling a friendship you once feared was lost. She made it clear that she was eager to put in the effort to spend more time together, and the promise of future adventures filled you with anticipation.

Lute - Bonfires -

Lute wasn’t one to slack off—training was her life’s mantra. But when the exorcists practically begged for a Halloween party, it was Adam who ultimately nudged her out of her comfort zone and into the outdoor festivities. You, her best friend, were the first to greet her with a grin, pulling her toward the bonfire where you knew the chaos would be at a minimum.

As you settled down, the crackling flames and the earthy scent of burning wood created a cozy backdrop for your conversation. You and Lute dove into discussions about new training techniques and strategizing battle plans for upcoming exterminations, your voices mingling with the night air. The only interruption came from Adam himself, who swung by with his usual enthusiasm, trying to coax you both into his quirky game of hide and seek. You exchanged knowing glances and politely declined, choosing instead to savor the peaceful moment.

When the party finally wound down, the scene was a chaotic tapestry of friends sprawled out in various states of slumber, with tents holding those lucky enough to make it to shelter. But you and Lute, the dedicated fighters, remained wide awake, the smoky aroma of the campfire still clinging to your clothes. As dawn broke, you plotted your playful revenge on Adam, eager to disrupt his hangover with the kind of mischief only best friends could concoct.

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Little Miss Nobody Part 1 - A Gojo x Reader Fanfic

You’re a weak, lowly sorcerer who barely qualifies as an assistant, but you get the opportunity to work on a mission that includes THE Gojo Satoru. Unbeknownst to you, he finds you incredibly attractive despite privately looking down on you as a nobody. On the last night of the mission, he invites you to his hotel room.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Smut. 18+. Gojo x short/thick/curvy fem Reader. Loss of virginity, rough sex, oral sex, etc. Gojo is unintentionally an asshole.

You couldn’t contain your excitement when you were chosen, along with five others, to be assistants on a two week long mission that involved THE Gojo Satoru. You never thought you’d get to work with him. After all, you were a weak, low grade sorcerer who came from a non-sorcerer family. But someone needed to run errands, take notes, and basically act as a gopher. You were eager to take on that role if it meant you got to be near Gojo, if only to watch him work. 

Three years ago, when you were still a third year at your tiny local Jujutsu school, you had technically met him. You and a few other third years had been sent on what was supposed to be a very easy mission. Things went south quickly when a special grade curse appeared, and all you and your classmates could do was flee and hide. Gojo had apparently been in the area at the time on unrelated business and was called over to bail your group out. 

You still remembered how cool he looked as he destroyed the curse with seemingly no effort whatsoever. Then he called the lot of you out from hiding and told you it was safe. He’d been friendly enough, but he didn’t stay to chat. Someone like him was probably busy. 

You couldn’t be sure because of his blindfold, but you thought he never even looked your direction. 

Of course he didn’t. 

Now, you worked mostly as an assistant to other, more powerful sorcerers. But you didn’t mind. You were happy that you could contribute, even in small ways. 

When you arrived at the meeting place to get acquainted with the sorcerers you’d be working with and go over the plan of action over the next two weeks, you tried not to stare at Gojo. He was so much taller than you remembered, and up close, his presence was imposing. He joked around with everyone and acted casual, but you could feel it: his intimidating aura. 

It was your first time seeing him without his blindfold, but his sunglasses prevented you from seeing his eyes. What a shame, you’d heard they were breathtaking. 

You introduced yourself and said the expected pleasantries, and you giggled at his jokes, but that was as far as your courage could take you. For the rest of the meeting, you tried to stay quiet and stay out of the way. 

************

Gojo Satoru noticed her the moment she showed up for the meeting. How could he not? Even under fairly modest clothing, her incredibly erotic body shape was evident. Large, shapely breasts straining against her sweater, thick, plush hips and thighs that looked like they’d been poured into her jeans, plump lips that he couldn’t help imagining wrapped around his cock, all wrapped up in a short frame that could so easily be thrown around in bed. 

She was his type. So much so that it seemed like she’d been designed top to bottom by the gods to drive him wild. But he never let on. He talked to her the same way he talked to everyone else, and his dark sunglasses kept her from noticing how he stared at her curves. 

As the mission commenced, Gojo found himself going to talk to her often, even though she was a weak, practically useless nobody. She was a sweet little thing though, always trying to be helpful in whatever ways her extremely limited abilities would allow. She even made homemade sweets in the kitchen of the condo they’d rented to be their base of operations. Her confections were delicious, and Gojo definitely noticed how much she blushed when he told her so. 

He noticed a lot of things, like the way her eyes seemed to seek him out whenever the group was gathered in one place, the way she stared at him with rosy cheeks when she thought he wasn’t looking, the way she seemed to talk with a bubbly smile with the others but became quiet and shy when he was near. 

Gojo knew he was a very attractive man. He’d seen these signs before, many times. This sweet girl with the lewd body that had him jacking off in the shower while thinking about her… she had a crush on him. 

He had mixed feelings about that. On one hand, it meant getting her into his bed would be no challenge at all. Hell, he probably could have fucked her on the first night if he’d tried. But on the other hand, it was a nuisance when someone lowly like her developed feelings for him. He always tried to let them down gently, to avoid breaking their hearts, but that was much harder to do after he’d fucked their brains out. 

Gojo wasn’t a cruel man. He never made promises, and he never intentionally led anyone on. In fact he tried to be very clear about what he wanted and sometimes avoided sleeping with people who had obvious crushes on him altogether, just to avoid drama. But sometimes the person in question was hot, and he couldn’t resist. And often, even though he felt he was being upfront about only wanting a one night stand, people who had developed feelings for him had a hard time accepting that truth. 

He watched the young woman, whom he’d mentally dubbed “Little Miss Nobody”, as she bent over to get some clean dishes from the condo’s dishwasher. She was wearing a skirt that fell to a modest length when she was standing, but bent over, her soft thighs were exposed. Her perfectly round, thick ass was in the air. Oh, the things he wanted to do to her. 

She stood back up and began placing the dishes in the cabinets. She stood on her tip toes and reached up to try to place something in the top shelf, and both her skirt and T-shirt rode up her body. She was clearly struggling, her short height making the task difficult. Gojo enjoyed the view for a moment from the living room, then walked into the kitchen and stood behind her. “Need some help?”

The poor girl almost jumped out of her skin when she heard his voice so close to her. She blushed and pulled her shirt back down. “Uh, yeah, I’m having trouble reaching the top cabinet.”

He moved in closer, his body brushing against hers as he reached around her and placed the cups in their cabinet. Fuck, he wanted to lift her up and shove her face down on the counter, letting her short legs dangle in the air as he pounded into her from behind. She’d probably let him right now, even with the others in the living room, able to see the whole thing. Her face was red, she was so flustered it was adorable. 

That’s when he decided, after the mission was over, on their last night in town, he would invite her to his hotel room and fuck her as much as he wanted. 

When the last night arrived, everyone had gathered at a sushi joint to celebrate the successful end to the mission. Gojo made a point of sitting next to Little Miss Nobody, making sure his arm brushed against hers whenever he reached for something on the table, making funny remarks to hear her tinkling little laugh, and enjoying the shy, nervous energy she had. 

As everyone stood up from the table, Gojo placed one hand on her shoulder to get her attention, then leaned in to whisper, “Wanna come to my hotel room?”

She looked shocked, her face turning instantly crimson. Her eyes darted about frantically, and she reminded him of a frightened rabbit. “Um… I guess so…” 

He laughed, slipping an arm around her casually. “Don’t be so nervous. Let’s have a night of fun before we leave town.”

She nodded, wearing a small, sweet smile. “Okay,” she said, and she walked out the door with him and up the street to his hotel. 

Having her body pressed against his as they walked was getting him amped up. He was already hard by the time they stepped into his room and shut the door behind them. 

Gojo wasted no time turning her around and pushing her against the inside of the door, covering her hot little mouth with his own, kissing her deeply, his hands on the hem of her shirt, pulling it up. 

He was so wrapped up in trying to get her shirt off, he almost didn’t notice the weak hands pressing against his chest, trying to push him back. She might as well have been trying to push a boulder. 

But he stopped and looked down at her. “Is something wrong?”

She looked like she might cry, and for a moment the terrible thought that he’d been entirely wrong about her struck his mind. But she was still blushing furiously, and her eyes were full of desire. 

“No, nothing’s wrong,” she said, and he felt immense relief, “but… I think I should tell you… I’ve never done this before.”

He cocked his head and grinned. “Never fucked a guy in a hotel room?”

She shook her head. “Never… been with a guy at all.”

His grin vanished. “Wait, you’re a virgin?”

She nodded, averting her eyes. 

Fuck. She was a virgin. He hadn’t expected that. Sure she was a little shy but with a body like hers, she had to have been turning men down left and right. And while he couldn’t deny that being the guy to pop such a sexy girl’s cherry was hot to think about, there were other things to consider. Deflowering someone usually came with emotional baggage he just didn’t want to deal with. 

He knew he should just call the whole thing off. Tell her it was a mistake, make up a lie, anything. But she was here, inside his hotel room, ready and willing to let him fuck her. She was looking at him with glassy eyes, her lips slightly parted, her shirt pulled up to just under her tits. 

He wanted her. He’d imagined doing countless filthy things to her these past two weeks, and now he had her all to himself. How could he possibly resist?

************

You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to go to Gojo’s hotel room. Even as naive as you were, you could figure out that much. You’d been so shocked and flattered that you hadn’t even considered saying no. THE Gojo Satoru wanted you? A weak, useless little peon? 

He’d been nice to you throughout the whole mission, talking to you, including you in strategy meetings even though you had nothing to do with strategy, giving you praise for completing even simple tasks. But he was friendly with everyone. He laughed and talked with everyone. 

Now you were in his hotel room. He’d kissed you, touched you, and you knew where this was going. The thought of losing your virginity to Gojo was thrilling, but also a little scary. Would your inexperience be a turn off? He’d seemed a little hesitant when you told him this was your first time. 

But soon he was kissing you again, his hands pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it aside. He stepped back slightly to look at your lacy bra, but before he could reach around to unhook it, you stopped him again. 

“Can I see your eyes?” you asked, looking up into his sunglasses. “Please?”

He smiled, then reached up one hand and pulled the sunglasses off, letting them drop to the floor. You couldn’t suppress a gasp when you saw his eyes for the first time. They were so unbelievably gorgeous, like pure blue crystals. You wanted to look at them all night. 

“You like them?” he asked with a grin. 

“I do,” you answered. “They’re so beautiful…”

He shrugged. “Some people say they’re creepy.”

If you were being honest, they were a little creepy, but in a “so beautiful they’re inhuman” way. 

Gojo started kissing you again, leaning over to kiss your neck as he unhooked your bra and pulled the straps down your shoulders, finally discarding it on the floor. Then his hands were groping both breasts, lightly squeezing the pillowy flesh. He bent further down, trailing kisses down your collar bone until his mouth closed over one nipple, his tongue running over it. 

“Ahh!” You couldn’t help letting out a small moan as he licked one nipple while his fingers pinched the other. 

He slid down to a crouching position in front of you. The metal door felt cold against your bare back as you reflexively backed into it. You watched with bated breath as he unzipped your skirt. Then he looked up at you with those eyes as he slowly pulled your skirt down your hips, your thighs, your calves, and then let it pool at your feet. He only took a moment to look at your pale pink panties before he pulled those down too, then he leaned back to get a good view. 

You closed your eyes. You’d always been a little self conscious about your body, but having this incredibly good looking man stare at your naked body made you feel like shrinking into a ball and hiding. 

But then you heard his voice. 

“Fuck, you’re even hotter than I imagined.”

You opened your eyes. “Really?”

He was wearing a sultry expression, leaned back on his heels with his thighs apart. That’s when you noticed the prominent bulge in his pants. He tilted his head toward your face and said, “Do you not realize how sexy you are? You had me wound up for two weeks. I spent half the time imagining…” His voice cut off. Perhaps he thought it best not to continue, but now you were curious. 

“What were you imagining?”

He rose to his feet, and his tall frame towered over yours as he stepped closer. “All kinds of things. Fucking you on the couch at the condo. Bending you over the kitchen table. My cock in your mouth…”

Your breaths were coming quicker as you listened. You had no idea he’d been thinking such things about you, but knowing it now made your whole body tingle. 

“Think you can do that for me?” he murmured against your neck as he began kissing you again. “Suck my dick with that cute mouth of yours?”

Your heart was pounding. You wanted nothing more than to please him, to be with him as long as you could. “I can try,” you said with a shaky voice. 

He pulled away then and took you by the hand, leading you over to the bed. He sat down on the edge of it, and gently pushed you to your knees in front of him, between his spread legs. You looked from his crotch to his face, waiting for him to open his pants. Instead he yawned dramatically and said, “I’m just so tired from the mission. Can’t even get my own dick out. You can do that for me, right?” Then he grinned at you. 

You couldn’t help smiling. He was clearly trying to lighten the mood so you wouldn’t be so nervous. You reached out and unbuckled his belt, then carefully unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. You hesitated for a moment, then you slipped the waistband of his boxers down until his cock bounced free. 

You’d never seen one in person before, but even you knew it was an impressive organ. It was much bigger than you expected, tall and pale, standing straight up. It was perfect, just like the rest of him. 

With one hand, you lightly gripped him and leaned forward, giving it a quick, feathery lick. You’d seen porn before, so you had an idea of what to do, but you still felt a little awkward. 

“Take it in your mouth,” Gojo said in a soft voice. And you did as told. You wrapped your lips around his cock and took it as far into your mouth as it would fit, gagging slightly as it hit the back of your throat. 

“That’s good,” he said, his hand resting on your head, his fingers entwining with your hair, “now slide your lips up and down it. Use your tongue, that’s it.”

With Gojo’s coaching, you seemed to be doing a decent job of performing your first blowjob. He certainly seemed to be enjoying it, as his cock was twitching and leaking in your mouth as your tongue circled it and your lips closed tightly around it. You kept this up for several minutes, following any instructions he gave, and finally you felt him grow suddenly tense. 

Without any other warning, he came in your mouth, shooting it down your throat and coating your tongue. You didn’t know if you should pull away, so you remained still until he emptied himself out. When he was finished, you backed up, and realized you had a mouth full of his cum. Guys liked it when girls swallowed it, right? So you gulped it down and looked up at Gojo to see his reaction. 

He was staring at your face, smiling. “Now that’s something I’ve been waiting to see,” he said, then patted your head. “Good girl.”

You blushed bright red upon hearing his praise. You made Gojo Satoru feel good! A nobody like you! 

He took your hand again and pulled you up, then pushed you onto the bed, on your back. He climbed onto the bed and pushed your legs apart. 

“Wait,” you said, and he froze, meeting your eyes. You worked up your courage and said, “Are you going to take your shirt off?”

He laughed, raising up to his knees. “You want me to?”

“Yes, please!” Your voice came out more desperate than you intended, and you felt embarrassed until he pulled his shirt up his torso and then over his head. At that moment, all thoughts in your head froze. All you could focus on was his toned body. It looked like it’d been carved from stone, like the statues of angels you’d seen pictures of from museums in Europe. 

Maybe he really was a god. 

He bent back down between your spread open legs and used his thumb to stroke your slit, smearing your wetness around. Then his long fingers parted your folds and he leaned his face forward, running his tongue across your clit. You nearly jumped from the bed. The pleasure that shot through you left you gasping, but he didn’t give you time to catch your breath. He dove back in, using both his fingers and his mouth to stimulate your clit, switching between different motions, keeping you from getting too used to a specific sensation. 

Your body quivered, your hands gripping the sheets, little mewling moans escaping your lips. Unlike you with your clumsy blowjob, Gojo knew exactly what he was doing. You tried not to think about what that meant. 

The pleasure built up, over and over, making you feel like you might burst. Finally, like a dam breaking, you felt delicious release, your legs trembling on either side of him as you rode out the high. 

He looked up at you, his lips glistening with your juices and his eyes shining. “Feel good?” he asked. 

You could only nod, words failing you. 

He rose up again, this time pushing your knees up to your chest and placing your legs on his shoulders, nearly folding you in half. You could feel his tip poking at you. He leaned down close and said, “Ready?”

“Yeah,” you said in a small, unsteady voice, “I think so.”

He gave you a quick kiss on the lips, and then he was pressing himself inside you. It hurt more than you thought it would, a stinging sensation shooting through you, as if you were ripping. You whimpered, closing your eyes again. 

You heard his voice saying, “Fuck, you’re tight.” Then he pressed further in. You clutched at his arms, and he paused. “Hey, look at me.”

You opened your eyes. 

“Do you want me to stop?”

You shook your head, murmuring, “No, I don’t.”

He grinned. “Good. I’m only halfway in. You can take more of me, right?”

You nodded. You weren’t sure how more was going to fit, but you didn’t want this to end. You wanted to please him. 

He kissed your neck, mumbling against your skin, “I bet you can take all of me.”

“Y-yeah,” you said, still clutching his arms. 

“Good girl,” he whispered, then thrusted into you. You winced, feeling like he was splitting you in two, but there were so many other things that felt good. His perfectly sculpted body against yours, the tips of his soft white hair grazing your face and neck when he kissed you, and those angelic eyes looking down at you. 

You thought you would have agreed to letting him cut off your arm. 

He plunged in so deep, you imagined he was reaching your womb, his thrusts becoming faster, rougher. “Fuck,” he muttered, “you feel fucking incredible!”

Suddenly his hands were on your waist, gripping you hard, his hips banging into yours, his thrusting becoming painful. You looked up at him in alarm, only to find a wild look in those beautiful eyes, as if he were possessed, as if he’d lost himself in the pleasure of fucking you as hard as he could. 

You didn’t ask him to stop. You couldn’t bring yourself to, not when he seemed to be enjoying it so much. You simply let him do whatever he wanted with you, even if it hurt. When tears stung your eyes, you tried to wipe them away quickly. 

Deep down, a small part of you liked it, liked the pain, liked the way your body was making Gojo lose control. And that part of you wanted him to fuck you forever. 

************

Gojo knew he should have been gentle with her. It was her first time and he was fucking her like a whore. But something about being inside her turned him into an animal. Even seeing her crying couldn’t make him slow down. The only thing that could have stopped him was her literally telling him to stop, and he didn’t think that was going to happen. 

Because despite her tears and whimpers, her pussy was soaked, clenching him tightly, and her eyes were lusty as they peered up at him. 

He hadn’t bothered with a condom, figuring he would just pull out. But now he was overcome with the desire to fill her with his cum. So when he felt his own orgasm approaching, he drove himself as deeply within her as possible and shot his load. 

Panting, he slowly pulled out of her. His cock was sticky with cum and blood. When he looked down at her face, he realized her eyes were closed and she was breathing quietly. Had she passed out? Shit. Maybe he had been too rough with her. 

He decided to let her sleep while he took a shower and dressed. When finished, he nudged her awake. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked around the room as if she couldn’t remember where she was. Then her eyes met his and she sat up suddenly, pulling the sheets up to cover herself. 

“It’s late,” Gojo told her, “you better let me walk you to your hotel.”

The assistants were staying at a different hotel down the street, closer to the condo. She blinked a few times, then slid out of bed, pulling a sheet with her. He took the hint and turned around while she dressed, thinking it a bit silly after what had just happened. 

He turned back to face her after he heard her pulling her shoes on. She was looking down shyly, avoiding his gaze. “Um, I had a good time tonight,” she said. 

“Good,” he said with his usual smile, “I’m glad you did.”

She lingered beside the bed, not moving toward the door. “Would you… like to have my phone number? In case you ever want to chat sometime…”

Ah, shit. She was getting attached. He’d hoped this wouldn’t happen. She was a nice enough girl and hot as fuck, but she wasn’t the kind of person he could start a relationship with. She was a mere assistant. They were important and he appreciated their work, but as head of the Gojo clan, there were certain expectations about who he should be with. And a girl with so little cursed energy she barely qualified as a an assistant at all was never going to be that person. 

He sighed. Best to just go ahead and rip the bandaid off than to let her get her hopes up. 

“Look, this was just a one time thing,” he said, keeping his voice even and flat. “A night of fun, remember? Nothing more.” He could see the hurt forming in her eyes, but he had to go on. It was for her own good. “You’re real sweet and all, but you and I… we’re just not compatible. Do you understand?”

She looked at him with her bright eyes turning wet. “I get it,” she said, her voice breaking slightly on the words. “I knew this was just a one night stand. Really, I did. But I just thought… maybe we could be friends.” She wiped her eyes as the first tears began to fall. “I’m sorry, that was really stupid of me. Someone like me could never be around someone like you.”

Before he could say anything in response, she ran out the door, not even closing it behind her. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, feeling every bit the asshole so many people accused him of being. He walked over and shut the door, then glanced at the floor, where something shimmery caught his eye. It was one of her earrings. He picked it up and shoved it into his pocket. He moved over to the bed, trying to avoid looking at the red stain in the middle, and picked up the sheet she’d wrapped herself in. It smelled like her, a sweet and bright fragrance. 

He flung the sheet down, shaking his head as if that would somehow shake her presence from his mind. He’d done the right thing, even if it hurt her. She’d get over it. Before long, he would just be a bad memory to her. Hopefully, she would eventually be reduced to a sweet memory for him. 

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[wiingdings]

Can you show me an Mlp au?

i'm just gonna take this as an excuse talk about my mlp au destinyswap

during the mane six simultaneous cutie mark event and twilight sparkle's magic meltdown, she sees into the future and involuntarily casts starswirl's spell (the one from magical mystery cure that switches everyone's destinies)

this spell ripples across equestria and changes the mane 6's destinies the same moment they receive them so it goes unnoticed. the mane 6 all settle into their new lives except for twilight, who always has a sense that she's forgotten something important. she can just barely recall starswirl's spell like a fading dream and tries to look for any clues she can about it, resulting in her being even more reclusive than normal and celestia sending her to ponyville before the events of the pilot.

when she meets the other mane 6, the "bad feeling" gets really, really bad, and she becomes unsettled and paranoid, especially around the mane 6, and mostly stays shut in her library. her encounters with the mane 6 do give her a feeling about what to research, though... she combs her collection for anything having to do with cutie marks and pony destinies.

everyone else seems to have settled into their new roles pretty well, though?

fluttershy is still very shy, but she's very good with kids, and lives with the cakes as pound and pumpkin's nurse/babysitter but takes other jobs as well. all the foals in ponyville adore her, and she is more comfortable being herself around young ponies than adults, who are scary.

applejack lives in manehattan with her aunt and uncle orange as a popular fashion who gives out free blankets and coats for charities, but frequently visits ponyville to check on her family. she can use her hooves to sense gemstones in the ground, and integrates them into her designs.

rarity's magic developed very late, and when it did, it took a while for ponies to realize that instead of unicorn magic, she had pegasus magic. she had to train herself to use her horn to control her magic, but once she did, she joined the ponyville weather team. she is fanciful and loves making patterns in the sky - ponyville always praises rarity for a particularly striking sunset or when cloudgazing is especially entertaining.

the pie family had worked with the apple family for a while, so when pinkie pie discovered her talent for baking, she moved to ponyville and was hired on by the apples to fill applejack's role, and uses the apples produced by the farm to make lovely homemade treats! the apple family stand always has freshly-baked confections now, and a friendly but slightly intimidating pink workhorse running about with big mac and apple bloom.

rainbow dash lives on the edge of town in a cottage. she is a pegasus, but nopony has ever seen her fly since crash-landing in the forest during a race. she is still capable of flight, although weakened, but prefers to keep her hooves on the ground - that's where the animals that stayed with her and helped her after her crash are, anyway. she is timid and particularly afraid of confrontation, but ponyville regards her as their best veterinarian and animal expert.

and twilight sparkle... she's the princess's student from canterlot. the new unicorn that never leaves her library. her assistant, spike the dragon, stays near the door and gives you your books from the window. if you see twilight out and about on a quick errand or grocery run, don't approach her... she's timid and aggressive, like a wild animal, and will glare at you while she trots in the opposite direction.

sometimes the princess herself comes to visit the library. she's the only one allowed inside.

(some misc destinyswap art)

[askthekoopsandjr]

Happy Valentine's Day! I don't have a drawing, but do know that it's chocolate chaos in Bowser's Castle right now lol.

Suzuka drew Ludwig a sketch of him and gave him homemade sachertorte (adorned with a rose teehee), which Ludwig absolutely adored. Ludwig gave Suzuka a GIANT pile of konpeitō (his favorite little candies) and chocolates he had the castle chefs make lmao, as well as an entire day of cuddles, heartfelt piano sessions, and sappy words. :,3

Wendy asked Pom Pom to hang out like gal pals. Like total gal pals who do normal gal pal things like go to the fair and sit really close on the ferris wheel and-

Morton baked chocolate cakes for everyone... And actually did a good job??

Iggy and Lemmy made heartfelt pranks... But made up for it by giving everyone little trinkets they thought they would like (and hugs!)

Roy acted grumpy and careless all day: "None of that sappy crap!" ... But secretly really appreciated getting chocolates and candies from his siblings. Maybe some confections will come in return when they least expect it...

Larry, being the 9 year old he is, was absolutely insane all day from all that sugar. He was zooming up and down the halls, crash-hugging anyone who got in the way.

Junior was showered with gifts galore from his papa, of course. He shared some of it with the Koopalings, pretending like he was told to instead of doing it on his own accord.

Kamek gave everyone little cards that said what he appreciated most about them, along with a little chocolate. He was a very happy "grandpa" watching over everyone today :,3

And Bowser... Well, I'm sure you can imagine his attempts to Peach. He may have also gotten a little valentine from Luigi to try and make him feel better, which certainly stirred the fire within him...

[belltari]

Happy (early) Halloween!!

I finished editing this today but I couldn't wait until Halloween to post it so here it is, an EXTREMELY self indulgent ghoap sex-in-the-closet Halloween fic.

If you're under 18, you shouldn't be reading it.

warnings & tags: plot with porn (a halloween party, its what the boys deserve), terrible dad jokes, flirty banter, established relationship (I'm imagining that it's still new, like only Price knows and Gaz is putting the pieces together), some dom!ghost tones (nothing too dominant), pleasure dom!Simon (that man just wants Johnny to feel good), public sex (it's a blowjob in a closet), face rutting, cum eating, someone gets called a "good boy" a couple of times

it's about 3 thousand-ish words

This was my first time writing something this explicit, so please keep in mind that I have a lot to learn. The other writers in the cod fandom are excellent teachers and inspire me a great deal.

If you just want to read the porn, start reading after the ' -- '

Anyways, I hope you enjoy and have a great rest of your spooky season!

Approaching the mess hall, Johnny chuckles at the purple and orange 'Happy Halloween!' banner hanging above the doorway, it's very clearly homemade with streaky paint and clumpy glitter making up the words and what looks like an old, tattered tarp as the banner. He wonders if it was a team-building exercise for the recruits, as this whole party was a mixer for them to get to know each other better.

Paper party streamers act as a curtain on the wide doorframe, blocking Johnny's view of the interior of the mess hall, he can feel the bass of the music thumping in his chest and hear cheerful laughter from the other side. Pushing the curtain aside, he steps through to see the short corridor has been decorated. Plastic bats with light-up red eyes hang on strings from the ceiling, jack-o'-lantern string lights flickering along the walls accompanied with signs with sayings like "enter if you dare" and "turn back" written on them. When he gets to the end, he surveys the now-repurposed dining hall, more streamers, banners, and cheap plastic decorations decorate the room. The lights have been turned off and the windows covered, floodlights and spotlights covered with coloured transparent pieces of plastic are the only lights illuminating the room creating a dramatic scene.

Several tables are being used as pumpkin carving stations, one of the recruits is ripping the guts out and complaining about the smell, and another is stabbing their pumpkin with a hunting knife. Gaz is there, dressed as a vampire with a long cape and plastic fangs in his mouth, to supervise. He's laughing with them telling them they need to work on their techniques a bit more when he catches Soap's eye giving him a smile and a quick wave, he returns the gesture and continues scanning the room.

He turns to where the music is coming from, tables cleared from the corner creating a makeshift dancefloor. Recruits dressed as ghouls, goblins, witches, and all sorts of different costumes grind and dance together to the music, drinks in hand, and smiles on their faces. 'No better team bonding than getting absolutely shit-faced together' Soap thinks to himself with a grin across his face. He notices Price standing with a group of other captains and lieutenants, he's got a glass of whiskey in one hand and is using the other to help animate whatever story he's got everyone laughing at. Price is dressed in a tri-corn hat with a tall feather sticking out of the side and a knee-length red coat with gold adornments on the sleeves and lapels. 'Gotta be Captain Morgan' Soap smiles, shaking his head. Price notices him, giving Soap a smile and a quick nod which Soap returns.

Finally, he spots the man he was looking for, his broad back facing away from him. Soap approaches walking up to grab a drink next to Ghost. He has his balaclava rolled up to his nose, a half-eaten cupcake in one hand, and a plate of other confections in the other. "Thought you'd put a little more effort in L.T.." Soap says as twists open the bottle of beer he's picked up and turns to smile at Ghost.

Ghost is wearing his normal skull balaclava and skeletal gloves, but his 'costume' has the addition of a hoodie with the skeletal system of a torso and arms.

"Didn’t put much effort in 'cause my heart just wasn’t in it." Ghost response points to his chest where his heart would be.

 Soap snorts. "Bet you've been waiting to say that all night."

"Gotta 'nother one for ya."

"Go on then."

"Why are skeletons so calm?" He pauses. "Because nothing gets under their skin."

"Ugh please no more." Soap says in a playful tone shaking his head.

"What are you supposed to be then?" Ghost asks, pointing to Soap while eating the rest of his cupcake.

"Thought it was obvious? The fluffy tail and ears, the roguishly good looks?" Soap pauses, looking at Ghost with a wolfish grin. "C'mon Ghost, I thought you were good at this?"

Ghost eyes rake over Soap’s form. Starting at his furry-eared headband, then down to his bright red collar around his neck. He pauses there for a second, Soap can see his Adam’s apple bob under his balaclava, before continuing further down to his distressed dress shirt that he’s left open at the top exposing his chest, he’s half tucked in his shirt to his jeans that he often wears on ops, the ones that hug his hips and thighs just right. And between his legs, a dark furry tail hangs ending just above his knees.

"Oh, I see you're one of those yappy little lap dogs."

"Oh aye. I'm very territorial and I never shut up. Watch your ankles L.T., I always go for those." Soap says stepping closer to Ghost. He looks down at the collar he's wearing, lifting his eyes back up, over Johnny's chin, to his smirking lips then setting on his bright blue eyes.

"Hmm" Ghost hums. "And is he a good boy too?" He said as he bites into a ghost-shaped sugar cookie.

"Depends on who's giving the orders, sir." Soap looks up through his lashes at Ghost, taking a swig of his drink.

Ghost looks around to make sure no one is paying any mind to them. When he's sure no one is, he hooks a finger under the collar pulling Soap even closer. He then leans into Soap's ear and whispers "Be a good boy then and go to the utility closet, lock the door, and don't open it until you hear three knocks of a beating heart." He doesn't wait for Johnny to respond before pulling away and walking over to Price, where Gaz has now joined him at the other end of the room.

Soap takes a deep breath, downing the rest of his drink, and grabs another one before joining the rest of 141.

When he approaches, Gaz is in the middle of telling Price about the pumpkin carving recruits and their 'interesting' techniques. But Soap's not listening, he's watching Ghost eat another cookie, licking the crumbs from the corner of his lip, laughing at something Price had said.

Soap's face gets hot, he downs a couple mouthfuls of his beer to try and cool down. "You good, Soap?" Gaz asks smiling at him.

"Aye, but this beer isn't. Has to be the weakest thing I've ever drank."

"It's probably a lot better than at piss tequila you drink." Ghost jokes.

"Think I'll go find ya some then LT. Maybe I can get you to come round to it." Soap winks at Ghost and turns to leave, only to be stopped by another captain holding a camera. "Group shot for the books, boys?" She asks. Soap looks over his shoulder at Price as he answers "Alright, come on then," waving the boys closer.

Price throws his arms over Gaz and Ghost's shoulders, Ghost rolls his balaclava back down over his jaw and Soap takes his place on the end next to him, snaking an arm around his back placing his hand on Ghost's waist.

"Say 'Happy Halloween!" The captain says as she readies to take the picture. Soap throws up the peace sign and the boys say the words the captain wanted when the camera flashes.

She comes over to show them the picture, they all look happy, even Ghost looks like he's smiling under his mask. They deserve a break like this after their last op. They move apart and Soap tells them he is going to find that drink for Ghost and excuses himself.

"Ma'am, could I get a copy of that picture?" Soap taps the captain with the camera on her shoulder on his way out. "Of course, hun! I'll make sure to give Price a few extra copies once I get them printed."

"Cheers!" Soap says raising his bottle in response "Enjoy the rest of your night."

"You too!" She says, giving a short wave to Soap.

'Oh, I will.' Soap thinks as he makes his way out of the mess hall and into the corridor leading to the utility closet Ghost wants him to wait in. He walks as fast as he can without looking suspicious, a tightness growing in his stomach and a heart wanting to break free of his ribs in excited anticipation of what's to come.

Rounding a corner, he meets a group of recruits.

"Leaving the party already Sarg?"

"Don't cha worry I'll be back, I'm only out looking for a little something stronger to drink." Soap responds with a wink as he walks backward down the hall coming to a corner. "You lads better get back there, don't want the captain to catch you out here." He turns the corner, hearing the recruits retreating footsteps as he approaches the utility closet door.

When he's standing in front of the door, he grips the handle, checking both ends of the hallway to make sure he won't be seen entering. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he opens the door and steps inside, reaching to his left to flick on the light and shutting the door behind him locking himself in.

--

He waits for what feels like ages. He finished the last of his drink a while ago and is now pacing around the small room.

"The things I do for this man." Soap signs. "This is ridiculous, what am I even doing in here?"

He checks his watch, 20 minutes have passed.

He's been waiting in a closet for Ghosts for twenty minutes.

"Oh, I'm so making you pay for this LT." He leans against the wall, readjusting his headband to distract him from the tightness in his pants that has been there for the last 15 minutes.

'Fuck it' he thinks, 'I'm not waiting any longer.' He reaches to palm himself through his jeans, moaning at the feeling of finally being touched. His briefs are wet with precum and creating a slick surface that his cock twitches against earning another sign from him. He reaches into his shirt to grab his nipple when a knock from the door startles him.

Knock-knock

Knock-knock

Knock-knock

Soap takes two long strides to the door, unlocking it and flinging it open. Ghost pushes his way in, closing and locking the door behind him.

"Jesus Simon, I thought you were going to make me wait here all night," Johnny says moving to stand chest to chest with Simon. He places one hand on Simon's waist and moves his other to take off Simon's mask.

Simon grabs his wrist and moves away. "Thought you were being a good boy? Think you need to learn some patience."

"My patience ran out 15 minutes ago." Johnny groans, freeing his wrist and ripping Simon’s mask off, throwing it somewhere on the floor behind him. His hair is an absolute mess, sticking up in all directions and a smirk is plaster across his face, he's looking down at Johnny hungerly.

Johnny smashes his lips onto Simon's in a desperate sloppy kiss, tongue and saliva pushing into Simon's mouth. A moan escapes Johnny. Simon reaches one of his hands up to the back of Johnny's head, caressing his nape first then gripping the back of his mohawk to deepen the kiss.

Johnny pulls away breathing hard when Simon's other hand touches his cock through his jeans. "Fuuuuck" he moans into Simon's neck, placing several open-mouthed kisses there and bringing his hands to wrap around Simon's broad back grabbing fist fulls of his hoodie.

Johnny ruts against Simon's hand earning a chuckle from Simon, "Desperation looks good on you, Johnny."

"Can think of a couple other things that might look even better."

Simon pulls away from Johnny, placing a hand on his chest pushing him away, "Stay." He says as looks down at him with half-lidded eyes. His gaze wanders down Johnny's face to the collar he wears on his neck, then to his chest that heaves in excitement, shirt half unbuttoned showing off his well-defined pecs that are covered in dark hair. Simon takes his hand and brushes Johnny's shirt where he knows his nipple sits underneath, drawing a shutter out of him. He smiles, looking up to Johnny's eyes that are already staring back at him. Simon looks down to see Johnny has clenched his fists that hang by his sides and sees that he's straining against his jeans, a wet spot has formed where the head of his cock has been twitching, wishing to be free from the confines of his jeans.

"You gonna me show how good you are?" He asks Johnny.

"Simon, please I-"

Simon walks Johnny backward until his back meets the shelf full of cleaning supplies behind them, shaking when they collide with it. Simon goes to plant a kiss on Johnny's mouth when Johnny tries to meet him halfway, "Ah-ah, I said stay" he scolds as he grabs Johnny's jaw with a firm grip. He places a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth, then on the scar on his chin, and then one more on the pulse on his neck, he can feel it racing under his lips.

He suddenly pulls away and crouches down to settle on his knees in front of Johnny. Simon reaches for Johnny's belt unbuckling it, he unbuttons his jeans pulling them and his boxer briefs halfway down his thighs in one fluid motion, letting Johnny's cock spring free in front of his face.

A string of precum hangs from the half-covered head of his cock, creating a string that connects to the inside of his briefs. It twitches and another pearl forms under Simon's gaze. The pearl drops to the floor when Simon's gloved hand connects with his shaft, slowly moving his foreskin back to reveal his glistening, swollen head.

"Ahh, fuck" Johnny sighs, throwing his head back to smack against the self with a bang, knocking over a couple of the bottles.

"Careful, Johnny. Need to stay quiet, don't want anyone finding us do ya?" Simon teases as he starts lazily stroking his cock. He gets a hiss from Johnny, as he slides his gloved hand down his shaft to the base, creating a rough sensation for Johnny.

Simon's hand slides back up to his leaking head, thumb going to Johnny's frenulum drawing agonizingly slow circles on it. Simon looks up at Johnny to see his face contorted in pleasure with the overstimulation he's causing and that his headband has been knocked out of place. He brings his other hand to grip Johnny's balls, pulling them down gently. Johnny's chest heaves in when he releases a heavy breath, his hand shooting out to grip the edge of the shelf he's leaning on, his other hand hovering over Simon's head, hesitating to grip his hair. He looks down to Simon for permission, to which Simon responds by releasing his hand from Johnny's cock and catching it on his tongue.

"Yer gonna kill me." He breathes, getting a open-mouthed grin out of Simon. He wraps his lips around him before sucking on his head, flicking his tongue on the underside.

"Simon." Johnny warns.

Simon sinks his whole cock into his mouth, nose pushing into Johnny's pubic bone, a burning feeling in the back of his throat. He sticks his tongue out to caress his balls while he starts messaging them with his hand. Drool drops into his palm helping ease the rough feeling of his glove for Johnny. He slides Johnny's cock out of his mouth to take a deep breath.

"Think yer enjoying this more than me." Johnny chuckles at Simon looking down at the saliva dripping from his wet lips. Simon only looks up at him in response before pulling his cock back into his mouth, sucking and bobbing up and down his cock with a relentless pace this time. He never breaks eye contact with Johnny as he starts playing with his balls and moving his forefinger to brush against his taint. This makes Johnny buck forward deep into Simon's mouth and grip his own pec, wanting to place pressure on his nipple. Simon pulls Johnny's hand away, ripping his shirt open making a couple of the buttons fly free. He finds Johnny's nipple and pinches. Hard.

"I'm- I’m gunna-!" Johnny pants out. Bucking forward once again, pushing his cock farther down Simon’s throat, making his eyes water.

Simon can feel him twitching and pulsing inside his throat. He pulls his head away quickly just as Johnny starts to come, he tastes it briefly on his tongue before releasing his cock with a pop and feels Johnny's cum land on his face. One release squirts up his cheek stopping on his cheekbone and another across the bridge of his nose just missing his eye. More oozes out as Johnny grips the sides of Simon’s head to rut through his orgasm, rubbing and grinding his cock against Simon's face, his balls slapping against his jaw with a wet sticky sound. Simon closes one of his eyes as Johnny’s cock gets dangerously close to it, even more cum is leaking out of the tip as Johnny overstimulates himself. When he stops, he's breathing hard and hunching over, shaking from his orgasm, his cock jumps against the bridge of Simon’s nose. The cum pooled there drips down his face and over his chin, dripping onto his neck and disappearing under his shirt.

"Good boy." Simon says as he pats Johnny's thigh.

"Lemme be even better than,” he says, as he unsteadily crouches down in front of Simon, “and help clean you up." He sticks his tongue out, licking the cum off Simon’s neck, trailing up to his chin, then up and over his cheek. After he's collected it all in his mouth he kisses Simon, holding eye contact when he pushes it into his mouth with his tongue, smiling when he accepts it. Johnny pulls away, looking very impressed with himself, a string of saliva connects them and Simon swallows what he’s given him. Wiping his mouth with the back of this hand, Simon stands them both up, pulling Johnny's pants up, tucking him back in his briefs, and making his best attempt to fix his shirt.

Johnny places an arm around Simon's neck pulling him into a sweet tender kiss. "Let's get you sorted then." He smiles into Simon's lips, he reaches underneath his hoodie to brush along Simon’s abdomen, running his fingers through his happy trail, flattening his hand to slide into the top of his cargo pants.

Simon pulls away slightly, reaching up to fix Johnny’s fluffy-eared headband. "You know I don't need that."

"I know" he pauses "but I want too," Johnny whispers into his cheek. "I'll come to your room later. This time you'll have to wait for me." He smirks looking up at him.

"I'll be waiting." Simon kisses Johnny one last time, then steps out of his reach, picking up his discarded mask from the floor and slipping it over his head back into place. He grabs Soap's long-forgotten empty bottle and says, "Wait five minutes before leaving, yeah?"

"I know, Ghost. This isn't my first time." He smiles.

"And remember that piss tequila you were supposed to be findin'."

"You won't be callin' it that by the end of the night."

"Mmm, I doubt that." Ghost opens the door quietly to listen for anyone outside, when he hears nothing, he looks back at Soap over his shoulder and nods a 'see you' then steps out closing the door behind him.

Soap takes in a deep breath. 'Think I gotta start wearing a collar more often.' He thinks. 'Maybe I should start wearing the throat mic again?'

[smokeys-house]

Moo mint rolls is my favorite moomin character and homemade seaside confection

[oceandiagonale]

This is something I thought of in terms of how Youkou would possibly greet Gene should she meet him, and that's with a freshly steeped cup of hōjicha. She'd be overwhelmingly polite & modest and honestly very nervous and trying to not trip over her words and not come across as too much because, how often do you meet someone who is the champion of multiple regions? That is like, the greatest honor!

This has the unfortunate side-effect of making her come across as incredibly stilted as a way of maintaining a calm appearance.

I'd imagine that Gene would pick up on this and gently tell her that they're both equals; to not fret over it, and to not think of him as some sort of celebrity but as just A Guy, and she'd calm down substantially and apologize. (he'd probably tell her to not worry about it and then she'd have to bite back apologizing about apologizing. She's better about this after knowing Fukakai for some years and she loosens up quite a bit and isn't so formal, but it's still a hard habit to break. She's making progress, though) She'd be much more naturally friendly to him and not be so worried about making a flawless first impression. (especially so if he catches sight of her Alcremie and remarks on its uniqueness to which her anxiety would dissipate and she'd happily gush about it and how much she adores her precious Kanbi)

Though she offers him hōjicha, she'd certainly also offer one of her homemade confections that would be best paired with it. ("Some flavors that pair beautifully with hojicha are maple syrup, chocolate, matcha, black sesame, sweet potato, fig, caramel, and vanilla.")

She'd make specifically hōjicha for him because she'd learn of his love for coffee and not know how exactly he feels about tea, so she'd go a safer route by making a tea that tastes and smells reminiscent of coffee which also has the plus of being the most luxurious of the tea she sells. (again, first impressions— but also wanting to provide him with a gift of something very nice to enjoy)

(Gene would like hōjicha, right? I had a thought he possibly would given what's stated in this [https://www.goldenmoontea.com/blogs/tea/106690311-hojicha-the-perfect-tea-for-the-coffee-drinker] and this [https://hojicha.co/pages/hojicha-vs-matcha#:~:text=Hojicha%20is%20made%20by%20slowly,stems%2C%20stalks%2C%20or%20twigs.] I am not concise so I give the links themselves for viewing. Anyway, I thought this, and your answer as to Gene's taste in coffee further left me with the feeling he'd like it, but I'm curious to know how he'd react to a tea that smells similar to coffee and tastes somewhat like it)

(context for fukakai, context for youkou)

(link 1; link 2)

(Honestly that tea looks so delicious I'm tempted to buy some myself to try it... My sister makes matcha all the time and I'm a huge fan of jasmine green tea and my mom can't drink coffee, so it would be a big hit in our household 😳😳😳)

Absolutely, Gene would jump at a chance to have a decaf tea that still has the taste of coffee,,, I originally planned to have him cut back on the caffeine over time and start drinking more tea once Team Ultra Flare got defeated, but (gestures at Lysandre and the others who are still working as usual)

More importantly, Youkou is so sweet,,,, her character design and personality are so well implemented, and Gene would love to hear about her Alcremie ��🥺🥺

[snkts]

Mikoto had to look up the recipe for daifuku and decide if the work, and the risk of screwing it up, was worth making them for scratch. She could order the confection from Japan and have it shipped, almost fresh, to New York for a reasonable price.

But then thought about it and realized homemade was better, even if it was bad.

She bought canned red beans and rice flour from the Asian Market, and followed the recipe she found online for making the red bean paste, forming the mochi, rolling it out, and forming the daifuku. The first few were misshapen, or torn, but Mikoto had earned enough cooking experience to not become discouraged. Instead she persevered and managed to make twelve (four white, four pink, and four a pale green) nice looking daifuku. She placed the daifuku in a sealed treat box and left the box, along with a pricey tin of green tea from Japan, on the desk in his office so he could find it after his class.

On a note, left under the box, she wrote, "Happy birthday, Logan. From Mikoto."

He’s been busy today. Busier than normal. Not too busy, of course, that he forgot what day it was. He could never forget. Creed hadn’t let him. Every year was the same. This year, Logan supposed he should be resting easier. Creed had allegedly been ‘dealt with’ not that long ago. Well, forgive him for not celebrating. 

He didn’t buy it. 

Just because Sabertooth ran afoul with a terrorist group, that didn’t mean he couldn’t be back on his feet by now. Hell, Logan was counting on it. Creed never missed today - much as Logan wished he would. Just once. One year where he could kick back with a couple of brews instead of worrying about ripping some nutjob tearing him apart. No such luck. 

The worst part of it was, Logan was still at the Institute. He should’ve been on the road days ago, far away from these walls and everyone in ‘em, and yet, here he was - a goddamn sitting duck. Drawing the threat into what was supposed to be a safe zone, a sanctuary. Their home. God fucking damnit. 

He should leave. 

He should get on the road and go. Travel fast and travel far and keep them safe. Keep Creed away. Keep his family safe. (Can’t lose anyone else-) Things keep coming up. People keep needing help. And he is losing his goddamn mind. He’s trapped here. Trapped with the people he loves. Trapping them. Damning them. Dragging them down with h-

…

Huh? 

Logan stopped his frustrated patrolling of the mansion outside of his office. Why is his door open? Had he left it open…? No, no, he never did. He was careful. He has to be - he’s got booze in the fridge, smokes on the night stand, weapons on the wall.  had to be - he had booze in the globe, smokes on the nightstand, weapons on the wall - and half-graded assignments on the desk. Couldn’t let the kids get in there. Sure, a locked door wouldn’t technically stop most of ‘em, but it set a boundary. Let the squirts know this was off limits. His office. Keep out. But someone hadn’t kept out. Logan tilted his head and furrowed his brow. Who the devil had been poking around his space? He scented the air. Nothing smelled too strange… (Nothing smelled like Creed.) Still, Logan is cautious when he opens the door further and steps inside. (It’s not paranoia when you’re usually right.) 

Nothing seemed immediately off- There. On the desk. He hadn’t put that there. But it still didn’t smell wrong. In fact… One smell stood out as fresher than the rest. Logan felt his shoulders start to relax. It was just her. Skippy. She was okay. He was less cautious and more curious now as he approached the package. And he can smell food, too. It’s a nostalgic scent. And nostalgia is so strange for him, when he only has dregs of the memories the scent is trying to bring back - but they’re good memories, he’s fairly sure. Yeah. They feel good. And the box smells really good. He takes the lid off carefully, using his claw to slice the ribbon and setting it aside to study the contents. 

“Oh, shit.” He mumbled to the empty room. These weren’t store-bought. Was that why she’d looked so tired earlier-? “She better not’ve skipped out on sleep for this.” He picks one of the green daifuku out of the box and gives it an experimental bite. It’s good - sweet, but not overly so, with just enough chew that he can work his teeth against it without it being too dense or tacky. Yeah, she did good. He finds the note, eyes it for a second, then turns back to the present - more specifically, the smaller box beside it. Tea. Real tea, by the smell of it. Fuck, it’d been a while since he’d been to Japan - a while since he got a fresh tin. 

He really should  be getting on the move. 

Grab his bag and go. 

But, fuck. The tea smelled so good, and if she’d put that much effort…

Maybe he had time for a cup.

[positivelybeastly]

Hello! It's a pleasure to welcome you back to our little corner of the internet!

There's a muffled knock on his lab door. Hank opens it to find a short, smiling young woman. She has a look in her eye that speaks of an eternal battle between good-hearted mischief and no-strings attached kindness. She holds out a wicker basket.

"I know you're not well acquainted with me as of yet, but I wanted to begin our (hopeful) friendship with a bang, so:

Homemade twinkies! It took my quite a while to find a recipe that surpassed the store-variety, but I did my best!"

She starts. "Oh! I didn't introduce myself yet! I'm Gail! I'm sorry! My words often get ahead of my train of thought!

"I'm the new live-in psychologist. I've been told that superheroing is a taxing job in more ways than one; and evidently the Professor agrees. My office is just down the hall."

She smiles sheepishly. Her eyes crinkle when she does, and Hank notices her pupils enlarge slightly when she looks at him. There is no sign it's out of nervousness, though.

"Not acquainted at all yet, dear lady, but if your character is as immaculate as your manners, then you needn't worry about our friendship being only a hope!" If there's a slight twitch of Hank's nose that he tries to hide as the scent of Twinkies, but subtly different to the immortal Hostess confection's usual recipe, well, then that's just a testament to Gail's baking, isn't it?

"Doctor Henry McCoy, but please, call me Hank, or, if you'd prefer to address me in a more official fashion, as befits your official placement here, then you may, of course, call me Beast." A live-in psychologist? Interesting. He must have missed that at the staff meeting - or, perhaps, he had missed the staff meeting in its entirety. He had been rather pre-occupied this past month, developing his lab cultures and rearranging his sample collection.

Stepping to the side and offering Gail the lab, Hank gave her a gentle smile, inviting her inside if she so chose. "Please, enter - if you're here to assess our mental health, then I can think of no better expression of my inner peace than my lab space. You've naught to worry about when it comes to me."

When was the last time good old Hank McCoy had had a problem, after all?

[dnangelic]

＂ DAAAAI-CHAN !＂ a bright & cheery call toward daisuke as she trots to catch up with him, always so warm & filled with energy even so early in the morning. once the distance was closed she moves to walk in front of him spinning on her heel before presenting from her schoolbag a little bundle wrapped in a cute cloth in red hues of which inside holds some homemade fudge & cookies. ＂ my dormmates & i made a ton of treats for all our pals for valentine's day so here is your share !＂

a grin before she plops the bundle within his hands with a sense of pride. her cooking was not something to bat an eye at after all ! each little piece of fudge was shaped into little hearts & stars, decorated with white or milk chocolate & even confetti ! the cookies as well all had little decors of various sorts. all from scratch made with love borne from minako's ever abundant wealth within her.

for a moment, however, her mirth is dropped & her voice low. reaching once more in her bag to procure a matching small bundle( one would note just as cute, though the cloth of which the confections within was a swirl of blue & purples. ) that she tosses over toward daisuke with much less enthusiasm. ＂ oh, right. this one is for him.＂ && within seconds after the second gift was passed over she's back to being all smiles, ＂ anyways i hope y'all enjoy ! happy valentine's day dai-chan !＂

@foolshoujo

' arisato-san ... ? ' wow . she sure is lively , isn't she ? try as he might , he's never been a morning person . abrupt ( and deadly ! ) awakenings in tandem with his regular nocturnal excursions only made everything worse . the fatigue of a heist still weighs on him ; in the ache at his calves , or heavy on his shoulders , itching down the now empty space of his back . between trying to keep up with his homework and his family sending out one card after another to keep him occupied , he's been so busy , that valentines ---

' ah ... w-wait , it's today ?! ' already ?! the panic doesn't take long to reach his expression . his cheeks flare like he's been caught marching to school with no pants on , which , thankfully , even in a post-heist grog , he had at least managed to remember for himself . ' i mean --- w-wah , you guys did all that together ... ? ' and she was willing to bring even him something ?

there's a little longing , a strange blend of emotions --- for an instant he could have confessed that he never had even imagined that chocolates could have been made as a group , rather than a solitary , intimate endeavor wherein one person alone tried to make chocolates for others . daisuke can't help but wish that he could have gone with her and learned to make something more himself , but it was impossible , wasn't it ?

he might have been nothing more than an awkward stranger . he had his own isolating curse . moreover , besides the likes of his family , the artworks , himself and just a few others --- he wasn't sure that he even had enough friends to possibly hand out chocolates to .

nevertheless , minako's gift drops itself into his hands . ' this is ... ' even without any talent , he still had an eye . for skill and luxury , red irises shimmering the instant he peeks through the cloth . ' you made these , arisato-san ?! ' it's something that should have been obvious by now , but if anything , his vocal disbelief should have served as a compliment . ' they look amazing ! i've never seen anything like them --- '

... ah .

it's a second bag . ( uh oh . ) a purple one . ( oh --- oh no !! ) where minato's enthusiasm seems to shrivel up and die in an instant , daisuke's own speechless alarm and hidden , not-so-hidden anxieties elevate themselves into a pale stare . although a hand readily , instinctively snatches the tossed bundle out of the air without at all rattling or cracking its contents , he still really can't believe it ! it's just as shocking to be the recipient of two valentines gifts as it was to realize and acknowledge that minako had actually given something to --- to 'him' ?!

'his' face flashes in the boy's mind . it's one he desperately hopes his own wasn't already changing into as he balked and stared . ' the ... wuhhhh ? ' he doesn't really want to assume , but it's kind of obvious who it should have been for , right ?! but what was he supposed to say ?! what would anybody have said in this kind of situation ?! thank you so much ?! i'm sorry ?! actually , he's never even told her about being dark , so what exactly was this for ?!

' you --- i ... ! ' was it just because he was from azumano , and she decided it would have been nice ( huh ? ) to lend him something to throw onto the offering pile that every other student was practically foisting all sorts of chocolates and alluring gifts onto ? he clutches both of the bundles in his hands ; watches as minako waves and sparkles in the morning sunlight , no doubt ready to skip away to her next delivery . dark himself might have been sleeping , always a drowse in daylight hours , but even so ... ' uh , thank you , arisato-san ! i ... i'm sure he appreciates it ?! i mean , i'll do my best that he gets it ?! i mean , i really like what you've given me ! thank you ! thank you --- ! '

just maybe he should have shut up already .

[adamzack]

Chocolate and Desserts: Explore Sweet Treats for a Delightful Valentine's Day

As Valentine's Day approaches, the quest for the perfect gift that embodies sweetness and love intensifies. What better way to express affection than with the timeless combination of chocolates and desserts? Join us on a delectable journey as we explore different types of chocolates and desserts that make for delightful Valentine's Day gifts.

The Art of Chocolate: A Symphony of Flavors

Delving into the world of chocolates is like entering a realm of pure bliss. From silky milk chocolate to intense dark varieties, each bite is a celebration of flavor. Consider gifting a box of assorted chocolates, featuring a symphony of tastes and textures. Whether your special someone favors truffles, pralines, or caramel-filled delights, the world of chocolate has something to tantalize every palate.

Dark Chocolate: A Love Affair with Intensity

For those who appreciate the depth and complexity of flavors, dark chocolate is a sophisticated choice. Its rich cocoa content offers a bittersweet experience, awakening the taste buds with notes of fruit, spices, and sometimes even a hint of floral undertones. Crafted with precision, a box of high-quality dark chocolates speaks volumes about your commitment to indulgence.

Milk Chocolate: A Sweet Embrace of Nostalgia

For a more nostalgic and comforting experience, choose the timeless appeal of milk chocolate. Its creamy texture and sweet notes evoke cherished memories of childhood delights. Consider a heart-shaped assortment to symbolize the warmth and tenderness of your affection.

White Chocolate: A Symphony of Creaminess

While not technically chocolate due to the absence of cocoa solids, white chocolate holds its own in the realm of sweet treats. Its smooth, velvety texture and buttery taste make it a unique and delightful option. Complement your gift with berries or nuts for a harmonious blend of flavors.

Desserts: Sweet Endings to a Perfect Day

Beyond the world of chocolates, desserts add an extra layer of sweetness to Valentine's Day celebrations. From classic cakes to elegant pastries, there's a dessert to suit every taste.

Decadent Cakes: A Slice of Heaven

Indulge your loved one with a decadent cake that reflects their favorite flavors. Whether it's a rich chocolate cake, a luscious red velvet creation, or a classic cheesecake, a personalized dessert adds a touch of thoughtfulness to your gift.

Exquisite Pastries: A Delicate Affair

For a lighter option, consider an assortment of pastries that showcase the artistry of delicate flavors and textures. From flaky croissants to airy éclairs, each bite is a miniature masterpiece that will leave your sweetheart swooning.

Handcrafted Confections: A Personal Touch

If you want to add a personal touch to your Valentine's Day gift, consider handcrafted confections. Whether it's homemade truffles, cookies, or fudge, the effort you put into creating a sweet surprise will undoubtedly be appreciated.

Conclusion:

In the world of chocolates and desserts, there's a treasure trove of options waiting to be discovered. This Valentine's Day, express your love through the artful combination of sweet treats that will not only tantalize the taste buds but also warm the heart. From the rich embrace of dark chocolate to the nostalgic sweetness of milk chocolate, and the intricate allure of desserts, your thoughtful gift will undoubtedly make this Valentine's Day an unforgettable celebration of love and indulgence.

[lemony-snickers]

@justmyownreality - ficti-gram for you!

to: @justmyownreality from: @nightingaleflow message: I love Jmor, she's always been warm and welcoming to me, especially when getting involved in the OC side of things. I want to make her smile. <3 characters/pairing: naruto uzumaki/fem!oc word count: 1517 prompt: decorating a cake

A growl to rival Bull's reverberated through the kitchen. Had anyone else been present, they might have worried an attack from a mighty ninken were imminent.

It was only Rukia, of course, custard smeared across one cheek and end of her green sweater sleeve stained purple. She frowned at the monstrosity before her, teeth grinding together as she tried to hold herself back from obliterating it with the strongest jutsu she could muster.

Cooking hadn't always been a success for Rukia. She shivered as she recalled dismally the time she'd somehow managed to burn broccoli which remained mysteriously frozen inside. But this, she had thought possible. This, she had thought a genius kunoichi could handle.

It was only a birthday cake. From a box! And as she stared at the leaning tower of cake before her, the strawberries she'd so carefully sliced in half threatening to slide off one edge, Rukia was grateful, at least, that the batter had tasted okay when she hazarded a quick lick of her mixing spoon before she put it in the oven.

A quick glance at the clock over the stove only increased her despair. Naruto would be home any minute, and her attempt at creating a birthday cake worthy of the future Hokage. She tilted her head, again rather like one of her hound summons, but even changing her perspective did nothing to improve the cake's appearance.

The strawberries were fine, even if they were sliding off one side where the cake sagged dangerously, but the Uzumaki spirals she had attempted to recreate in purple icing had bled into the white buttercream, making an oozy, bruised-looking mess.

Perhaps the cake had still been too warm? In her defense, Rukia had been delayed in her return to Konoha from her last mission, so rather than having two days to bake and decorate Naruto's birthday cake, she'd had a measley four hours.

Still, her heart sank as the frosting continued to slip off the cake, and one of the strawberry halves made a sad plopping noise as it landed unceremoniously on the counter.

"Shikamaru was right," she grumbled, "I should have just bought something."

But making Naruto a cake with her own hands seemed like a better way to show him how much she loved and cared for him. She knew his birthday was sometimes a hard day, and Rukia had wanted nothing more than to make him smile that blinding, too-wide, closed-eye smile when he looked upon her homemade creation.

It helped that her birthday was so close to his; she saw this cake as a way for them to celebrate together, especially since she'd been half a world away when her own had passed. She had painstakingly chosen the green tea custard and strawberries to go with the vanilla cake and buttercream, and had thought buying the frosting pre-made and using a boxed cake mix would negate any chance she could possibly ruin it.

As another strawberry tumbled off the rim of the round confection, Rukia's head dropped in defeat.

"What a mess." And not only the cake, either. Somehow, the entire kitchen seemed to have exploded with green tea custard and strawberry juice, the pale green and vibrant red clashing harshly with the purple she'd chosen for her decorative Uzumaki swirls, which now appeared as sad-looking blobs.

Perhaps interior decorating would never be her strong suit; the more she stared at the colors in combination, the more they made her eyes hurt.

Rukia was just contemplating whether she should throw the whole thing in the trash when she heard the unmistakably loud foosteps of Naruto Uzumaki approach the door. How he managed to be so stealthy in the field when it was required, and yet never seemed at all capable of quieting his footsteps in Konoha, astounded her.

Panic flared in Rukia's chest and she scrambled to try and bring some semblance of order back to the kitchen. It was a futile endeavor, though, and the door swung open before she'd even managed to get the custard off her cheek.

Naruto's blue eyes stared at her as he took in the scene, his mouth turning down in an adorable frown as he worked to figure out what exactly was happening.

"H-happy... err, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" she shouted, her voice nearly as loud as Naruto's. Rukia tried to smile through her embarrassment, but it looked more like a wince than anything.

She ought to have known that Naruto's reaction would be the same whether she handed him a bowl filled with vaguely cake-flavored soup or created a fifteen-tier replica of the Hokage Tower out of fondant and spun sugar.

"Rukia!" he bellowed, barelling toward her with that smile she'd so wanted to see before he pulled her into what would have been a bone-crushing hug for anyone half as strong as she was.

All Rukia's anxiety about the appearance of the cake melted away--much like the frosting, though she pushed the thought down--as she returned Naruto's hug and his smile in full force.

Naruto didn't let her go, but relaxed his grip a little so he could look at her offering. "It looks so good!" he shouted, nothing in his expression appearing anything but genuine.

Rukia blushed, her cheeks matching her crimson eyes for a moment as she cleared her throat to reclaim some dignity. "I'm glad you like it," she said, rather than allow any of the self-deprecating comments swirling through her mind to make their way out of her mouth.

Naruto liked it. That's all that mattered.

"I can't believe you did all this for me," Naruto whispered. Or, well, as close to whispering as Naruto tended to get.

Rukia rolled her eyes and extricated herself reluctantly from his hold. "I'd do anything for you," she said, staring intently at the cake as she cut him a slice because she knew if she met his gaze she'd blush again, "and everyone deserves somthing nice for their birthday."

She handed him a plate with a generous helping on it, trying not to focus on the way it slowly sagged to one side, buttercream dripping onto the handle of the spoon.

Naruto beamed, swiping it from her grasp and ignoring the glob of frosting on his utensil as he happily used it to pop the first bite into his mouth.

Rukia held her breath tightly between her ribs as she waited for his reaction. And Naruto, who always found it so easy to show his emotions, did not disappoint. His eyes rolled and his knees buckled a little as he moaned around his spoon.

"Rukia," he said, mouth full as he stuffed another bite in, "this is incredible! You should be a professional baker!"

She smiled, even if she thought he was being a little overwrought in his praises, and sliced a piece for herself.

When she took her first bite, Rukia had to admit it wasn't half bad. At least, the flavors were good, even if the texture and appearance could really benefit from some alterations.

"Ah!" she glanced up to find Naruto squinting at the cake as he cut himself another slice. His glance cut over to her, sparkling, as he asked, "Are these Uzumaki symbols?"

Rukia couldn't hold back her smile, and she was afraid if she spoke she might actually cry, so instead she just nodded.

Naruto's grin pulled, somehow, impossibly, wider, as he enjoyed his second slice.

They both ate their cake in comfortable silence for several long moments before Naruto gasped and Rukia nearly dropped her plate in surprise at its volume.

"But your birthday just passed!" he cried, "And I didn't do anything for you!"

Rukia chuckled. "Well, I was on a mission, so it would have been pretty difficult for you to do someth--"

"THAT'S NO EXCUSE!" Naruto decided, abandoning his half-eaten cake to the counter as he rustled through the cabinets in his kitchen. "A-ha!"

He turned toward her, holding two packets of instant ramen in his hands. "I'm going to make you the best ramen you ever had in your life!" he promised. Then, "Well, except for at Ichiraku. I don't think anyone can make ramen that good."

Rukia laughed again, setting her empty plate aside. "You really don't have to, Naruto."

He grinned that too-wide grin she loved so much. "I know, but I want to."

It was Rukia's turn to gasp when he leaned down and licked the custard from her cheek without so much as missing a beat. She felt herself flush crimson again, though Naruto hardly seemed to notice as he turned to the stove and began preparing his culinary masterpiece, as he was now calling it.

Rukia leaned against the counter, ignoring the frosting her pinky slipped into. She'd clean the mess up later. For now, all she wanted was to enjoy Naruto's happy chatter as he filled her in on all the things she'd missed while she was away and made her the best bowl of ramen she'd ever have.

Even better than Ichiraku, she knew because Naruto had made it for her.