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Frozen Momo Recipes | Winter Recipes | Keventer
Momos make us rub our hands with glee. A steaming bowl of hot momos is all we need for winter—but there are so many ways to enjoy them! Learn more here. https://www.keventer.com/media/blog/stay-warm-with-steamy-momos/
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shouto with super long silky hair. he washes it with dish soap for the first 6 years after school living on his own until he finally asks tenya to move in and tenya is like "why is your bed still the size it was in school? why don't you buy shampoo?" and shouto is like "idk people always did it for me so I just... was waiting. I'm polite like that" and tenya has to teach him what supermarkets are
#kay talks a lot#bnha#this is a little rambly but I just#I love the idea that shouto is the kind of wealthy where he literally can't do things for himself#and unlike momo he just never. cared#so tenya has to help his bf out and try not to be rude about it#freezer full of frozen soba bowls that Do Not reheat well#but he wanted to save them for later#todoiida
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momo: i have a crush on kido :3
shintaro: whoa momo not to shatter ur illusion but...kido is a girl. at first i actually thought she was a guy too so its ok. but just to save you the embarrassment you know.
momo: you do know im gay right
shintaro:
kano: wait until we tell him kido is really not a girl
#kashiwa idol agency for like 6 months: does momo kisaragi is gay?#that shit was everywhere. somehow shintaro NEVER finds out.#kagevinnie#headcanons#shintaro frozen for hours. the dan is like that pic of an insta live with a lady sleeping and ppl are like shes meditating. shes died
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About Momo.
You ever notice how alone he is in the Southern temple?
There is no other sign of life. Only a few dry bones and rusted helmets, which are signs of death more than anything else.
He bonds to Aang so quickly, despite having never seen an airbender before. And is eternally loyal. Constantly helping the Gaang, even to the point of straight up attacking people. (Like Zhao in the north). He is clearly a smart and social animal, able to mimic behavior, use simple tools and understand basic commands. I'd say at least as smart as a crow or raven if not smarter.
He gets an entire segment in Tales of Ba Sing, and we are shown his sense of loss over Appa. How much he misses him, how smart he is, how he is also searching for his lost friend.
He follows Aang to the turtlelion, and shows up right after Aang defeats Ozai, clearly having been close the whole time.
There's a reason that Bumi calls him important.
And he's all alone. In a very strange way.
Aang and Appa are in the same boat as each other, both the last of their kind, yet tied to the rest of the world. They are the last airbender and sky bison, yes. But they're also the Avatar and his Animal Guide. There were others before, there will be others after.
The last of their kind in one aspect. But just another link in a long line in another.
Momo isn't that.
He is the last flying lemur. And he is nothing but that.
We can assume he had parents. That there were others once. Perhaps he was the youngest in a dying clan. The last alive in a dead place. How long did he wander the halls of the air temple alone before he heard human voices? How long was it? From when he saw his last family member die to when he found a new family?
(Maybe he didn't see them die. Maybe he just woke up one morning and they were gone.)
How often did he listen to the echos of his own chattering and screeches? Did he make noise, or did he go silent? Fearing predators and whatever had robbed his home of life.
What did he eat?
Did he scrounge for a few small plants in the wrecks of old gardens? Or nibble on small animals he was able to catch. Did he sit by ancient skeletons and wait for the flies to come, snatching them out of midair for a tasty treat?
Was the peach Aang gave him the first he tasted? Or did he pick them from some twisted old tree, scarred by ancient fires, yet still producing fruit for the single remaining resident of the Southern temple?
Did he understand what he might lose, as Aang lay still and injured from Azula's lightning? Did he ever understand why his new pack, his new family, was so excited by the end of the war? Or did he simply pick up on the emotions and join in them?
Does the rest of the Gaang understand what he is? What he's lost?
Aang probably does, it was his home too.
Does Katara ever gently pet Momo late at night, when she's missing her mother and wondering if he remembers his mother?
Perhaps Sokka gives him special treats on occasion.
Did Toph ever hug him tight and promise not to lose him like she lost Appa. (Blaming herself long after the others stopped blaming her.)
Does Zuko ever watch him play, feeling guilty that it was his people who tried to destroy these intelligent and playful little creatures, along with the rest of the air nomads?
Is anyone aware how important Momo is?
#From an author perspective too#He shows how old this world is#“Here is an almost extinct species that wasn't frozen in ice and isnt magical”#Here is a living fossil#A relic of the age of the airbenders#Here is proof that the air nomad genocide affected the entire world#Nature has suffered and two species hover on the edge of extinction#All because people killed people#atla#bookdragonideas#my writing#momo
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❝I'm surrounded by idiots. ❞
#reign on the frozen heavens / toshiro ic#this is toshi's mood if u arent momo or rangiku#i'm right and I should say it#bro is just annoyed and tired 24/7 i feel#poke toshi he needs more interactions tbh#I need to develop my style for him more
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Chill and Grill: Frozen Kebabs, the Ultimate Host's Secret
When it comes to entertaining visitors, we all want to provide something enjoyable that will make a lasting impression. In the world of stress-free, tasty entertaining, frozen kebabs have emerged as the new favourite. These small jewels are revolutionizing the way we party, offering convenience without sacrificing taste.
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Consider adding frozen kebabs to your menu the next time you want to entertain friends or family. They're guaranteed to be a hit, giving you more time to enjoy your guests' company and less time fussing in the kitchen.
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The following is 3.2k words of pure unedited filth that could be a part of the Business Trip storyline but could just be the product of an hour of BFH-inspired viewings of Momo’s most recent Strategy fancam but anyway here we go I put some words together I am writer I can write I swear -
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You had a bit of a love-hate relationship with the iPhone’s alarm jingle. More often than not it was a source of frustration or anger, given its tendency to rip you unwillingly from the warm, comfortable embrace of sleep. It was too often a herald of reality, a reminder of adult responsibilities like spending the next eight hours exchanging your time for the money necessary to afford a cell phone alarm in the first place.
But these days you weren’t so upset at the familiar jingle and the way it interrupted your gaming session. How could you be, knowing what this particular alarm was for?
You quit your game mid-session, not even bothering to leave the match, leaving your virtual special operative frozen on its digital battlefield, an easy kill for some sweaty thirteen year old. Even before the console has fully powered down, you’re already on your way up the stairs to the bedroom.
Hirai Momo is waiting for you on your bed, wearing a silk robe that reached the top of her thighs and no further, leaving those long, toned legs of hers bare. She is on her phone, no doubt having just silence the same alarm notification as the one that brought you to her presence. With a wry smile she makes a few taps on her screen, likely placing her phone on Do Not Disturb.
“Come here, then,” she says, casually, as though she weren’t inviting you into your bed dressed the way she was.
“I plan to,” you answer, earning a giggle from your wife as you rid yourself of your t-shirt and join her on the bed, crawling atop her.
She smiles into your kiss. It is soft and intimate. Her lips are sweet and sticky and taste vaguely of the strawberry lip balm she loved so much. When the kiss finally ends the two of you stay there for a moment, faces inches apart. She smiles, and you do, and there is nothing there but love.
You kiss her again, this time more passionately. This time your tongues find each other, duelling between lips and teeth. Your arms wrap around your neck and she spreads her legs to allow you between them, your body pressing against hers and it all feels so soft and comfortable and safe. It feels like home.
You’re the one to break the kiss this time, and this time there’s no intimate, romantic eye contact. You dive instead into her neck, your lips and mouth finding all the soft, warm spots there that you knew she loved. She sighs softly, her cheek pressed against the side of your ear so the sound that leaves her lips heads straight into your ear. Wordless, breathless, hopefully the first of many.
You kiss a path down her neck, to those collarbones of hers, to the little dip between them that she’s told you the anatomical name of multiple times because you keep forgetting. Because honestly you didn’t care what some 14th century physicist decided to call it. You knew only that it was a part of Hirai Momo, love of your life, and that was it, that was enough.
The silk of her robe stops you from going any further - a flimsy barrier but one nonetheless. You feel her hands lift your head from her upper chest until you are hovering above her, eyes finding and locking with their counterparts. There it is again, that perfect, intense intimacy; an intimacy you’d built over years of dating and a couple of years of marriage, the kind that allows you both the ability to communicate without words. She cradles your head in her hands and she smiles warmly and as corny as it might be there just aren’t any other words to describe it - your heart melts.
Her hands leave your cheeks, and without breaking your gaze she undoes the flimsy knot that keeps her robe together, pulling the folds apart to reveal her body to you.
You remember the first time you saw Hirai Momo naked, all those years ago. You hold that memory pretty close, honestly, because it was one of those moments in your life that you weren’t sure could ever be topped. She was a one night stand, then, the result of one too many glasses of old, expensive grape juice at a bar. That night you seared the sight of her in your mind because that was all she was, all you thought she would be.
Little did you know that she would be who she was, all these years later. You see her practically naked now beneath you and your reaction now is the same as it was back then - sheer, utter, awe.
She is perfect, as she was back then - all curves and valleys and muscle. She’s round breasts with tight nipples and she’s a flat, toned stomach and she’s long, perfect legs that go on forever and feel perfect wrapped around your head or your waist.
She’s as beautiful now as she was then. Even more so, honestly, because of what she is. Not some half-drunk, ill-advised one night stand with a co-worker, no, she is so much more than that. She is your wife, yes, but she is your soulmate, something you weren’t entirely convinced existed outside of fairy tales and silly romance stories written by amateur authors on the internet.
The smile on her lips turns into a giggle. “Stop staring,” she says, “and start fucking.”
It was just like her, just like Momo to turn an intimate moment into something a little less serious and a little more lewd. It was a defense mechanism of hers, you’d come to learn. She wasn’t the most open person with her feelings sometimes, not because she didn’t possess said feelings, but because she wasn’t quite sure how to articulate them. And so she often diffused those situations with humor.
You share a smile, but it softens quickly and becomes something else altogether. The humor becomes passion again.
You dive into her body, first into those wonderful breasts of hers, so round and full and perfect. You take a rosy nipple into your mouth and Momo gasps in response, her back arching off the mattress, taken aback by the feel of your lips and tongue on her when she was expecting you to take the more circuitous route around her chest. Your other hand finds her other breast, not wanting to leave it idle, and soon her gasps turn into soft moans that fill the bedroom.
You take your time on her chest, knowing how good it made her feel, to say nothing of your own desires and needs. She had a body to die for but her chest was something special, and you had no trouble at all lavishing her round mounds and taut nipples with all the attention you both needed.
She’s a squirming, writhing thing now, her legs grinding against your crotch, searching for friction, for relief. Her thighs press against your hips and even while your mouth is latched firmly around a stiff nipple she grabs one of your hands by the wrist and brings it between her legs.
She’s wet and ready and dripping and you never, ever tired of the feel of her on your fingertips, so slick, so hot. You drag a fingertip from her base to her clit and she shudders at the feel of you.
“Fuck,” she gasps, the first full word she’s able to manage in a very long time.
It turns into a longer, drawn out version of the same word moments later when your fingers slide inside her, only a single knuckle deep, two fingers wide. Stretching her, opening her, feeling her wet readiness on your digits. Your fingers continue the same languid pattern, starting at her base and sliding up her slit to her clit, circling the tender bud with your fingertips.
She moans, the sound soft and musical and causing your lips to curl into a smile around her breast. You release the tender bud from between your lips and look up at her, that same smile smug on your face.
“You like that, baby?” you ask - the most rhetorical of questions.
Her eyes, half-lidded in pleasure, tell you what her answer is. She backs up said answer by grasping your head again and crushing your lips with hers. If the first kiss was intimate and the second passionate the third is needy. She tells you with her lips what she cannot articulate with words.
She breaks the kiss, and your heads hover inches apart, eyes locked on each other as your fingers play with the increasingly drenched flesh between her legs. She whimpers and sighs and moans and you watch all of it, watch every quiver of pleasure as it courses through her cheeks and lips. Her eyes shut and flutter open and remain half-lidded and sometimes her brow furrows as though she’s in pain or deep concentration but you know it’s neither, it’s pleasure, it’s wonderful and it’s taking over her body.
Her hand finds your forearm, her nails dig into your arm and it’s almost painful.
“Gonna cum,” she gasps, eyes shut. “Gonna cum.”
“Do it, Momo. Cum for me,” you urge. You find her lips, give her a soft kiss, inhale the moans leaving her lips. Her hips buck, her thighs quiver around your hand. Your fingertips, incessant and merciless, continue to circle her clit, their pace neither increasing or decreasing but staying steady, just the way she liked.
When she cums it is a sight. Her back arches and her mouth opens in a scream that never comes, frozen open. Her nails dig into the skin of your forearm and the sharp pricks of pain are nothing compared to the pleasure you find in helping Momo find her own. You watch, enraptured, as her orgasm courses through her body. She’s quivering and sweaty and dishevelled. You never tired of it. Never would.
When she comes down from it her cheeks are flushed and her hair, her newly cut, blonde waves, cling to the side of her face by matted sweat at her temples.
“Fuck,” she gasps between her teeth. “Fuck.”
You smile. Her hand releases the deathgrip it had on your wrist and your fingers leave her aching clit. She brings your glistening fingertips to the space between your faces and she licks her slick juices from them.
“Fuck me,” she says, inbetween darts of her pink tongue that gather up the wetness on your fingers. “Cum inside me.”
“I will, Momo.”
She gives your fingers one last lick, releases your hand. The intensity in her eyes is clear.
“Breed me.”
What you would have given to see the reaction of your younger self if you’d told that poor schmuck that one day his one night stand would become his wife, would perhaps become the mother of his children. But here you are, and here she is, and you’re married and about to start a family.
You press yourself between her warm, spread thighs and bring your tip to her entrance. You slide your head up and down her slick lips and the contact rips wordless sighs from you both, sighs that turn into deep, primal moans when you finally slide inside her.
She’s wet and hot and tight and every possible adjective in the English language could not fully describe how it felt to be inside Hirai Momo. It felt amazing, better than any other physical sensation you’d ever known. Her legs close around your hips and her arms wrap themselves around your neck and you’re one being. You kiss her, deeply. Your lips leave hers and your faces hover inches apart as you begin to slide and out of her slick, hot cunt.
It’s soft and slow and passionate this time. You both loved the hard, rough sex - Momo herself had been ever keen on adding a hand wrapped tightly around her throat or handcuffs binding her wrists to the headboard - but now was not one of those times. Tonight was about more than that, and the conversation your bodies were having with each other made it clear what this night was really about.
She sighs and moans, wordless, breathless sounds directly into your ear. She loved her dirty talk, but much of it was absent tonight. Often sex in your bedroom was punctuated with filth or demands or name calling.
Tonight there are asks. Requests. Pleas.
“Fuck me, please,” she gasps. “Fuck me, give it to me.”
“I will, Momo. I will.”
“I’ve… I’ve been a good girl, right? I have. I want it. I want your cum. I need it.”
“What do you need, Momo?” you ask, another question that needed no answer. “Tell me what you need.”
“I want, I need,” she says, which were full, adequate sentences in and of themselves - but you knew what you wanted to hear. What you needed to hear.
“What do you need, Momo," you repeat, insistent. "Tell me. I need to hear it, need to hear you say it.”
“I need you to breed me,” she spits, breathless, desperate now, needy. “I want you to cum inside me, fill me up with cum-”
“Fuck, Momo-”
“-breed me, make me a mommy, leave a baby in my tummy baby, baby please-”
“Fuck,” you gasp, tearing your ear from her lips, as though you were afraid if she went on, babbling in your ear, that you’d cum too soon. But you wanted this to last, wanted to draw it out even longer than your usual sessions. You plant your palms on either side of her head and raise your upper body from hers. Throughout it all you are pumping between her spread legs, the silken, slick embrace of her cunt tight around your cock.
Detached somewhat from her, you watch with lewd fascination as her body is rocked by each thrust into her cunt. Her breasts - perfect, round mounds - bounce hypnotically, flesh soft and creamy, taut nipples still glistening with your saliva. Her abs clench and tighten, her thighs flex and work. Your gaze wanders further down, to the spread lips of her pussy, tight and wet and slick. Your cock glistens in the split seconds it spends outside of her body, catching the low light of the bedroom before it is inside her again.
When your eyes return to hers there is an intensity in them that takes you aback. Those were eyes you’d seen often twisten in pleasure, slave to her body’s whims, but now they are serious, intentional, even as they are occasionally shut or half-lidded by a sudden spike of pleasure. But they always open again, always find your gaze and hold it.
“Harder,” she says, the word half-moan and half-gasp. “Please. Fuck me harder.”
Your body moves of its own accord. Your hands, planted on either side of her head, leave the mattress. Sitting on your heels for a moment, you pull her body back towards you, embedding yourself inside her to the hilt and drawing a gasp from her lips. Then your hands find her knees, snaking beneath them and pushing her legs back against her body, folding her almost in half atop the bed.
You lean over her. She is bent in half and with her legs against her arms, knees almost touching her shoulders, she is helpless, unable to do much more than simply take your cock.
You fuck her. hard and merciless, your cock drilling into her body to the deepest parts of her.
“Oh god,” she swears, “oh god, you’re so fucking deep, oh fuck, oh god!”
“Fucking take it, Momo,” you spit between gritted teeth. “Fucking take my cock, take my cum.”
“Yes!” she exclaims, the word leaving her mouth like some natural reaction, some primal response from somewhere in the deepest, darkest parts of her. “Fucking cum inside me, please, cum inside me and give me a baby, breed me, get me pregnant-”
“Jesus,” you hiss, your turn to swear. “God, Momo, you’re so-”
“Fuck, please, breed me, breed me, cum inside me-”
You groan then, something dark and guttural leaving your throat in reaction to the pleas of the needy young woman beneath you. Her cunt flutters and pulsates and every movement either of you make drives you crazy, chases sanity from your mind and replaces it with something altogether scary, something that makes you slave to its whims and desires - the desire to leave a part of you inside this woman, to make her yours in the most primal way possible.
“Momo, I-”
“Inside me, please, please, breed me please-”
“Gonna cum-”
“Give me a baby, breed me please-”
The sight, the feel, the sound - the connection - it’s all too much, and you bury yourself as deep as you can inside Hirai Momo’s quivering, trembling body and let go. Your cock pulsates and spills warm, hot cum inside her, filling her up, leaving her cunt slick and messy, making her yours.
You stay there, frozen, her body still folded in half, feet helpless in the air. Your foreheads touch, the contact somehow grounding the both of you, bringing you both back to Earth, back home. She is still a mess around you, the pleasure still coursing through her body. Your bodies work hard to feed starved lungs. Your sweat drips from your forehead onto hers, another mark of your bond.
You open eyes you hadn’t known you’d closed. And there she is, eyes already finding yours. The softest, most intimate of smiles finds its way onto her lips. You kiss her softly, your lips playing tenderly with each other as you slowly release her legs from her chest. She wraps them around your waist as you settle atop her, your half-hard cock still embedded inside her creamy, messy cunt.
When your kiss breaks you look at each other again, and when she smiles it’s a little softer now, a little less intense.
“Wow,” she says, softly, thereby winning the award for the most understated reaction that night. It brings a smile to your face and it becomes a soft giggle that she returns.
You slowly ease yourself from her body, both of you wincing at the loss of the most intimate of connections. You fall on the bed beside her and she cuddles up to your side, but not before finally ridding herself of her silk robe, now sweaty and messy and in need of a turn in the laundry machine.
You bring her close, and she nuzzles into your neck as your arms wrap around her. You feel her lips curl into a contented, soft smile to mirror the one on your own.
“I hope they’re all like that,” you say, softly, earning a soft murmur of approval from Momo.
“Me too. Doc says we should try every day for the next couple of nights, so…”
“Well if it’s doctor’s orders, I suppose we don’t really have much of a choice.”
Momo raises her head from your neck. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are tired but there is love there. There is love everywhere.
“Mmhmm,” she agrees. “I think we can find a way to make it happen, I suppose. So same time tomorrow?”
“The alarm’s already set.”
You smile. You bring her close. You tell her you love her. She does the same.
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Author’s Note: This is completely unedited filth that you shouldn’t use as a measure of my writing skill because it’s trash but BFH! BFH! BFH!
Momo too hot.
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❝What makes him more qualified to change society? Momo, do you blindly follow him simply because of your affection? ❞ It was unusual for Toshiro to question her. However, he did not have the same loyalty as she did. His loyalty remained with Momo. He cared less for Aizen and Ichimaru. As far as he is concerned, they were both untrustworthy. However, he did respect Tosen.
There was a time where, like everyone else, he'd believed Aizen to be kind and good. However, AIzen did orchestrate this entire war and though he was now a part of it, Toshiro still found his methods to be . . . unpleasant. Perhaps it is because he is younger. He will not turn a blind eye to his own shortcomings - he is a child.
❝I worry that our situation will never change. You are the elder sibling, but I am free to make my own choice. If I choose to sacrifice, then so be it. I made captaincy with my own merit. I choose to be here of my own merit, and I will choose again the path I wish to walk. ❞
Being as young as he was, going to the academy, so many people resent his power. He was a genius. He applied himself to his studies despite never wanting to be a shinigami. It was unfortunate that in doing so he overshadowed Momo. He overshadowed her to the point he suffocated her dream. Had he never been given this power she'd have worked her way up to lieutenant and she'd still have her name - Hitsugaya Momo. Every day he wondered why she obfuscated and hid their relationship. It was to the point he selfishly wondered if they were really siblings at all. Maybe they weren't related at all. After all, it was not uncommon for orphaned children to bond together and form their own families despite not being related. It's how they survived.
And he was a Rukon Rat after all.
❝I intend to follow orders, but I only intend to follow your orders. I won't give my blade to anyone else. So, if his cause is your cause, I'll listen. But if things don't change . . . then we're all dead where we stand, and Granny will never know what happened to us because we'll be wiped from history as an ugly scandal. We'll die nameless and unknown. ❞
He didn't want that from Momo. He didn't want her to die for a cause that may never work. While he was her younger brother, he felt the need to protect her. Wasn't that why he embraced this power that he never wanted? ❝I don't want you to die. I already told Ichimaru and AIzen that if your blood is spilled, I will cut them down. ❞
❝ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐈'𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄. 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔. 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔. ❞ ━━ Momo took in a sharp inhale upon realising that what she'd just done-----she had YELLED at her baby brother. Bared her teeth before him. The bubbles flared up once more ; the elder sister flinched, removing her fingers from the cup.
❝ … Good thing we're alone. Ichimaru would never let this go. ❞ she muttered jokingly, visage crestfallen, once more reining herself in. ❝ What I meant was … you're your own person, Tōshirō. I----I never meant for you to be stuck here, in this-----barren wasteland. ❞
Unfortunately for them, neither of them had ever had the luxury of living the life they wanted. Nor would they ever have it. She still remembered the moment Tōshirō had revealed to her how the bitter cold he wielded had nearly killed their grandmother. How Hyōrinmaru-----the dragon spirit----had chosen him. How if he hadn't followed in his sister's footsteps-----their entire district would have frozen to death.
She still remembered how her stomach had nearly sunk to her knees, how her heart churned so painfully that she thought she was breathing ice into her lungs.
Tōshirō could have refused ; and that----that would have earned Tōshirō a one-way ticket to the Maggot's Nest ; if not worse. They would have cut him down, no doubt. [ Funny how ruthless the Thirteen Court Guard Squads could be when faced with a threat ] , Momo thought bitterly.
❝ But we cannot----will not----go back, Tōshiro. Understood? ❞ Momo affirmed, gazing into his eyes to get her point across, ❝ D'you think I know nothing of what they were whispering behind your back?-----I know what they would call you ; a … ‘Rukon Rat’. ❞ She wanted to barf, yet grit her teeth instead.
❝ Our only options, up until now-----were the Thirteen Court Guard Squads … or to die in the streets, like many in the latter districts. ❞
❝ Lord Aizen has opened the path for us to stand on our own merit … rather than THEIRS.
... That's why we MUST see to it that his war against the Soul Society ends with him as the victor. Do you hear me? ❞
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Mother's Day Celebration Ideas | Best Frozen Food | Keventer
This Mother's Day, create a special DIY gift for your mum with our ready-to-eat and ready-to-cook range of veg and non-veg frozen snacks. Make her happy by saving her time!
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lewd thoughts on twice members handle their BFs who starting to get rough in the middle of sex
Nayeon
"Oh god, yes!"
Nayeon buries her face in the sheets as you fuck her faster. Your hands holding onto her waist, pulling her onto your cock, whenever you thrust forward. Surprised by your sudden roughness, Nayeon's back instinctively arches further, making her ass stick out even more. You lean over her a little further, fucking her right into the mattress.
Jeongyeon
"Not so fast. Someone will hear us."
Jeongyeon covers her mouth with one hand.
"You mean, someone will hear you."
But you do as she wishes and slow down. Your thrusts are as deep as ever though, making her head roll on the backrest. Jeongyeon's legs are raised in the air and you lean against them a little. You slowly fold her a little further, which makes her moan louder.
Momo
"Yes, harder!"
Momo moans louder as you start to thrust into her. So far, she has just been riding you, while you enjoyed playing with her bouncing tits. But now, you meet her hips with your own. Your hands on her waist, pulling her off your cock, before pulling her back down onto it. You force Momo to ride you faster. A second later, her glasses are gone. She throws her head back and her whole body shakes as she leans further away from you.
"I'm gonna cum!"
Her cry makes you fuck her harder, until Momo finally collapses on top of you.
Sana
"Oh gosh! Yes, baby! Do me faster!"
Sana's moans just seem to spill out of her mouth as you now nail her against the wall. Her white dress is bunched up around her waist. Anyone could come back in at any moment, ready to continue her photoshoot.
But you don't care, plowing this goddess of love into the wall. She moans louder and you capture her lips with yours. Silencing her is not an easy task, but Sana melts into the kiss. Her body becomes weaker, your hands that roam her body send sparks through her system.
Jihyo
"Not so fast, baby."
Jihyo gives you an amused grin, pushing your hands off her waist. You look up at her, as she keeps riding you slowly. You lean back against the backrest of your chair.
"Why don't you give me more attention and maybe I will go faster?"
Before you can react, Jihyo leans forward, burying your face in her cleavage. Her dress is long gone. But her tits look as big and beautiful as they looked when she was still wearing it. You happily kiss her skin and suck on her nipples, while Jihyo slightly picks up her pace. Her hands are locked at the back of your head, pulling you further into her.
Mina
You take a hold of Mina's waist, before driving yourself deeper into her. Her body gets rocked forward, her hips hitting the balustrade you've bent her over.
Feeling her tight ass squeezing your cock, makes you reach around her. You grope her tits over her top from behind, putting your weight on her small frame. Mina moans louder, but still tries to be quiet. The street isn't completely empty. Her breathing becomes heavier as you fuck her as harder. Then, Mina hisses in pain.
"Wait, wait, wait."
The pain in her voice makes you stop. The two of you back away a little. Mina looks down on herself. The balustrade has left a large red line on her skin, right above her pussy. Once you realize it wasn't your roughness that caused, you pull her back a step or two and bend her over again. This time, Mina is too far to actually bend over the stone, but her hands still hold onto it. Once again, you start to fuck her ass, quickly picking up the pace. Your hands firmly hold onto her hips as you become rougher. Her moans are probably echoing through the whole street.
Dahyun
"Oh my god! What did you do!?"
Dahyun looks angry as she turns her head. She is still on all fours on the bed. You standing behind her, your cock deep inside her snatch. You don't know what came over you either. You stand in place, frozen. Your hand still holding your belt, which she dropped on the bed earlier.
"Do it again."
A small smile plays on Dahyun's lips.
"But not this hard at first."
You nod, mumbling an apology, before you begin to fuck her again. When you bottom out inside of her Dahyun moans once more.
Another clap echoes through the room. Another bright red spot joins the first on her back, where you hit her with your leather belt. A sharp gasp escapes Dahyun's mouth as you hit her again.
"God, yes! Harder! I deserve it!"
Chaeyoung
Chaeyoung starts whining and moaning as you fold her in half. Her ankles almost reach her ears as you put your weight on her. You enable yourself to fuck her deeper, making her mouth and eyes shoot wide open.
"Please...!"
You can see on her face, how her ability to form words slowly leaves her. The body she works so hard for,now shows signs of the little body fat she has as you force yourself even deeper.
"Breed me.... Please!"
Chaeyoung lets out another moan, knowing how close you just be by now. You kiss her one last time, making her whine into your mouth, before you pump her full of your seed.
Tzuyu
Tzuyu's head is hanging off the edge of the backrest. Her legs are still crossed, showing off her thick thighs as you fuck her pussy. She's usually a quiet girl, a moan only slipping past her lips from time to time.
Suddenly, you push her further onto the sofa, making Tzuyu land on her back. Now, you're able to thrust into her deeper. You feel her thighs rub against your hips with every thrust. You're tempted to just grab those. But you really want to make her scream. Reaching forward you grab a fistful of Tzuyu's blonde hair, right on top of her head. You see her wince in pain.
But as you start to increase your speed and force, Tzuyu becomes louder and louder. You keep pulling at her hair slightly, making her lean forward a little. You're free hand reaches forward as well, groping her tits through the light blue silk.
Like always, Tzuyu becomes a loud mess, whenever you involve yourself, pulling her hair. Tzuyu gets off to it, no matter the position. It's a sign of the power you have over her. The power that makes Tzuyu a wet, begging mess.
"Please harder, daddy."
Her cute moans increase in volume.
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OC’s Birthday Part 2
Smut (Birthday Blowbang, Facial, Deep Throat, Milk Feeding, Grinding)
Chapter 241
Words: 2520
(The members reward you with a special birthday present after being away for so long.)
After celebrating with the kids and the members, the mothers put the babies to sleep. The rest clean up the mess as you kiss each of your children good night. As you walk down the stairs, you see all nine of the girls lined up with a chair in the middle.
“What are you girls doing?”
Jihyo walks towards the center, “Us girls wanted to give you a birthday present to thank you for all the things you’ve done for us.”
Tzuyu wants towards you and grabs your hand, leading you to the chair. Nayeon pulls out a blindfold and ties it to make sure you can’t see what is going to happen next.
“Wait, what are you girls doing?” you ask as you feel someone bring your hand behind the chair and feel the handcuffs being placed.
You hear Jihyo say, “Take off his clothes, make sure nothing remains.” The feeling of multiple hands on your body as they take off your shirt, pants, and eventually your boxers.
Deprived of sight, you hear whispers amongst the members, and you wait nervously for what’s about to come. “What’s going on?”
After a moment of silence, you feel someone spread your legs and grab your member. You gasp at their cold but long fingers around your cock and immediately know who it is.
“Nayeon?”
There is a slight laugh in the background, but the hands continue to fondle both your cock and balls. You feel your cock getting harder, waking up from its slumber.
Nayeon smiles at you, knowing it’s her; she grabs your shaft and pulls your foreskin, revealing its mushroom tip. She slowly jerks you off and watches as your cock grows with each stroke. You groan at your cock growing, the foreskin stretching to its limit.
Suddenly, you feel a pair of fingers scratch the back of your balls, causing you to twitch slightly. “Haha, he’s twitching.”
One of the members says, “Let’s see who can make him cum.”
Each of them grin at the idea and look at you in your vulnerable state.
”Alright, let the best winner win.”
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The members watch as Nayeon is the first to service you. They try their hardest not to make a noise as Nayeon gets your cock ready for your blowbang surprise.
Once it’s completely hard and standing proud, they look at Jeongyeon. Momo gives her a slight but quick nudge, letting her know that it’s her turn to join. She nods, not wanting the rest of the members to see her service you. Jihyo walks behind her and pushes her, taking a few steps forward. She turns her head, nodding that she doesn’t want to go. Nayeon stood up, grabbed Jeongyeon’s hand, and pulled her to where she was.
With both of them on their knees, Jeongyeon sees your massive cock in front of her.
Nayeon looks at Jeongyeon’s face and points at herself, signaling that she’ll be the first to go. Jeongyeon, who is frozen, watches as Nayeon lifts your cock and goes straight for your balls. She uses her long tongue and gets every inch of your sack covered with her salvia.
She turns to Jeongyeon and pulls her, letting her know to join her. Jeongyeon, who is now in front of you, takes your cock and repeats the same thing that Nayeon just did.
“I know that was Nayeon earlier, but who’s this?”
The members giggle at the sight of Jeongyeon licking your back sack.”
“Now his cock” Nayeon nudged at Jeongyeon.
Jeongyeon holds your cock with her left hand and slowly inserts the tip into her mouth. She circles her tongue around your mushroom tip, making you twitch slightly. The members are surprised at how willingly she is taking your cock, without her usual complaints.
Suddenly Jeongyeon feels someone hold the back of her head and push it down against your cock. Jeongyeon gags instantly, feeling your whole length go up her throat.
She feels your cock’s reaction, throbbing at the sound of someone struggling to handle your length.
“What the hell! Who was it?”
She turns around and sees the members giggling amongst each other. Nayeon taps Jeongyeon’s shoulder, “Don’t worry about it; let’s keep on going.”
The two of them start where they left off, Nayeon with the balls and Jeongyeon with your shaft. They switch every go often, making sure that none of your areas are left unattended.
After a few minutes, Jihyo walks up to them and taps them on the shoulder, signaling that their time has run out.
With the two oldest members walking back to the group, they see Momo and Sana step up and walk towards you.
They smile at Nayeon and Jeongyeon, knowing that it might be their fault that you didn’t cum.
The first one to get on their knees is Sana, who immediately goes for a kiss. She puckers her soft lips and kisses your mushroom head. From that single kiss, you knew who it was and tried to call her name, but before you did, you felt someone’s mouth pressed against your balls.
You feel the person’s mouth spread wide open, and take one of your balls into their mouth. They twist and turn their tongue, making sure every part of your balls is covered in their salvia.
Another pair of hands approach you, grabbing your shaft and giving it a few strokes. Their soft and thin fingers make your cock excited. You then sense a pair of lips kissing your cock once more, this time the tip to the shaft, before hearing, “Itadakimasu!”
“Is that you, Sana?”
The members giggle once more at Sana getting caught. You try to respond but are overwhelmed by the feeling of your cock scraping the back of Sana’s throat.
Out of nowhere, you feel Sana pull out and whine, “Hey, I’m not done yet.”
“Too bad.”
You could tell that it was Momo because she didn’t wait to devour your cock. She bobs her head, making loud slurping noises.
“Momo unnie is an expert at sucking,” says the youngest.
“Not a surprise since she likes to eat,” replies Dahyun.
“I’m better,” responds Chaeyoung.
“Haha, sure you are,” says Jeongyeon in a mocking voice.
“Just wait and see when it’s my turn.”
“Oh, Chaeyoung is serious,” says Nayeon.
Momo continues to bob her head but listens to the member’s conversation. She laughs at the idea of competition but knows that she and Sana were the winners by getting pumped full of cum directly.
“Momo-yah, don't you think it’ll be hard to make him cum after draining him earlier?”
“Maybe, let’s see how the others go.”
“Okay.”
Both Momo and Sana stand up, leaving your cock oozing a mixture of precum and Momo’s thick saliva on your cock.
Up next is Jihyo; she grabs and pulls Mina, who looks nervous. “Let’s do it together, us mommies.”
Jihyo takes off her top, revealing her large tits. “Let’s have some fun.” She places your cock between her tits and presses them together. You immediately know who’s tits are by the size and softness.
Jihyo looks at Mina, “Us mommies need to know how to pleasure our baby daddy.” She uses her spit as lube to stroke your cock with her tender breasts.
“Fuck… that feels nice.”
Jihyo smiles, looks at Mina, and whispers, “Spray some of your milk on his cock.” Mina then lifts her shirt up and undoes her bra, dropping it on the floor. She cups both her breasts and hovers on top of your cock, giving them a firm squeeze.
Mina’s sweet milk comes out and sprays both Jihyo's chest and tits. Jihyo continues the stroking of your cock, adding a thin layer of milk on you. Without instruction, she stands up and decides to feed you. She whispers in your ear, “Please open your mouth, oppa.”
You nod and slightly open your mouth with your tongue sticking out. Mina grins at your submissive state. She creates a small ball of salvia and drops it on the back of your mouth, tricking you.
“What is this?”
There’s no response; instead, you feel a small drop of warm liquid hit the tip of your tongue. The taste is familiar, something you’ve experienced before.
“Mina?”
A stream sprays your face, and you open your mouth, wanting more. Enjoying your reaction, she decides to squeeze her tit a bit more, aiming the stream of milk coming out her nipple into the back of your tongue.
Hearing the voices of the members, Jihyo looks up and sees Mina feeding you. She stands up and goes to the other side, “Can I join?”
”Yeah.”
She grabs one of her tits with both hands, aims it towards your mouth, and gives it a hard squeeze. You feel a bigger stream hit your face and mouth, to the point of almost drowning. The members laugh as they see you struggling with the amount of milk from both mommies.
You don’t know how much time passed, but your stomach is completely full. You sit on the chair exhausted, “seems like we did our work. Let’s give the younger ones a chance.”
The next one to step forward is Dahyun after getting pushed by Chaeyoung. She hesitates to walk and turns to the members, who give her a thumbs up. She turns back at you and approaches you slowly.
Dahyun, who is now on her knees, pokes at your standing cock. It reacts to her touch, twitching lively. She grabs your cock with her right hand and gives it a firm grip, barely able to connect her fingers together.
You realize who it is as she’s always struggling with your cock, but that’s one of the things you love about her. “I know those hands anywhere, I know that’s you, Dahyun.” She continues to stroke you with the use of her small hands.
After getting you hard again, she slaps her soft cheeks, leaving traces of precum on it. Dahyun pulls down her top and decides to copy what the two previous mommies did and cover you with their milk. She massages her breasts, preparing her milk glands to get emptied.
Dahyun presses her tits together with your hard cock in the middle, “Fuck Dahyun, you’re breasts are so soft. They are truly the definition of tofu.”
After stroking your cock with her tits she stops, positioning her breasts and giving one of them a firm squeeze.
The members see the definition of white hit the tip of your cock. Dahyun’s milk is the purest out of all of them just like her pale skin. She continues to squeeze, emptying one breast before taking your cock into her mouth.
She uses her long tongue to clean the milk meant for her daughter from your shaft. You can’t understand how the smallest member has such a long and strong tongue. She continues to lick all the milk when you feel her invade your peehole, “Ahh fuck…”
Dahyun looks at your reaction and focuses on that spot. With the tip of her tongue, she presses down on your pee hole, causing you to release a small amount of precum. She continues to do this until her tongue is completely sore.
“Unnie, it’s our turn.”
Dahyun turns around and sees Chaeyoung and Tzuyu waiting anxiously. “Alright, you can go.”
The two youngest members don’t waste any time as they swoop in and get on their knees. Chaeyoung’s face looks one of hunger, hungry for some delicious cock. Tzuyu, on the other hand, was really trying to please her daddy in any way she could.
“Tzuyu-yah, I’m going to show you how to suck some cock.”
Chaeyoung takes your cock in her hand and drops a huge ball of salvia on your rod. She licks her mouth slowly and inserts your cock into her mouth. You feel the tip of your member scrape the top of her throat as it goes down. Like a proper sleeve, her walls massage your cock until it reaches all the way inside. Chaeyoung stays still as she holds her head down, counting how long she can last before her gag reflex kicks in.
Tzuyu watches in amazement at how quickly Chaeyoung can take control of things. The way she prepares your cock before taking it in and the amount of time she can hold on before gagging is something she wants to do herself someday.
“Gawk, gawk, gawk.”
Chaeyoung’s gag reflex finally hits, and she releases your cock with a heavy amount of thick saliva oozing out. “F…Fuck… I almost choked on his cock.”
”It’s my turn,” says Tzuyu.
She gets on her knees and grabs your member. Like Sana, she gives it a small kiss before anything else. Tzuyu stands up and takes off her skirt and panties, and sits on your thighs. She grabs your face and begins to kiss you, “Oppa, I love you so much. Love seeing you like this, all bound up. Too bad all the unnies are here or else…”
She’s cut off when she feels your cock hit her butt, “Oppa, you’re such a bad boy. Jihyo unnie said no penetration but didn’t say anything about grinding.”
Tzuyu places your cock in between her ass cheeks and begins to slowly grind her ass. She can feel the thick veins from your cock, the blood rushing down to your manhood as it’s telling you that it’s close to bursting.
“Your cock is throbbing so much. Do you really like my ass that much?”
Jihyo walks behind Tzuyu and whispers, “It’s time.”
Suddenly, Tzuyu stops and gets off of you, the binding from your hands unlocked, and you hear Jihyo say, “Babe, stand up, but don’t open your eyes when I take off your blindfold.”
“Okay, what’s going on?”
The members all kneel down and get in front of you, “Okay, grab your cock and make yourself cum.”
You do what you’re told and grab your cock with your right hand, jerking it rapidly. You can feel your peak reaching after all that teasing, “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum…”
“Open your eyes and cum!”
You struggle to open your eyes but see multiple silhouettes in front of you. When your vision gets back, you see all the members on their knees with their heads up and some with their tongues sticking out.
”Paint our faces with your baby batter!”
There's no need to hold any longer as a wave of cum explodes on their faces. You paint each and every one of them with a load of hot cum, some on their mouths while others on their eyes and nose.
“I’m cumming! Make sure that not a single drop falls on the floor.”
”Fuck…”
”Fuck… that was good.”
Some of the members open their eyes and turn to look toward you, and one of them asks, “What did you think, oppa? You like cumming on our faces for your birthday?”
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⁝ KATSUKI BAKUGOU !
description: as model! momo’s PA, you have a lot of interesting interactions
content warning: meet-cutes; flirting; no one really likes katsuki; stress y/n
You don’t hate your job. Actually, you really like your job. You like Momo and her friends, you like flying to different countries every week— even if that means you can’t ever make your own plans— and you especially like the money.
What you don’t like, is the hours upon hours spent in a sketchy warehouse with no air conditioning. Which, in retrospect, isn’t the worst place Momo has had a shoot, but it’s definitely the most unbearable.
You’re surrounded by models, obviously, and their own overly-snobby PA’s— whom you’d probably rather die than talk to.
And it’s hot. Insufferably hot. Triple digits hot. You regret wearing your hoodie and you regret not wearing a shirt under it even more.
You would say something to Momo, but she’s in front of a white backdrop with her arms draped over Shoto Todoroki— world famous model and your second favorite nepo baby.
And then your phone buzzes. You tear your eyes away from Momo and Shoto, looking down at your phone. “Oh,” you whisper, standing up from your chair. The notification is from DoorDash— Momo’s matcha latte has arrived.
So you get up without excusing yourself— because the people around you wouldn’t care anyway. You walk to the door, get the drink, and make your way back to your seat.
And, because you’re so engrossed in your phone, you don’t see the man headed straight for you and you slam directly into the front of him. The matcha latte spills down his torso and you’re frozen in fear.
You’re not looking up at his face yet— too mortified— but you can tell he’s a model just from the compression shirt and washboard abs that the drink is covering.
Imagine your surprise when you look up and see the Katsuki Bakugou standing in front of you.
Katsuki Bakugou; famous Japanese model, nepo baby and world class asshole. Or, so you’ve heard. You haven’t had the pleasure of meeting him, only listened to Momo and her friends bitch about him.
But, looking at him now, he’s kind of cute. Okay, he’s more than cute, he’s hot. His jawline is chiseled and his eyes are a dangerous shade of red that makes you want to commit atrocities not yet heard of.
“Holy shit,” you breathe out. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t even watching where I was going and- oh my god. This is so embarrassing. I’m so sorry. I- oh my god.”
He looks down at his shirt, annoyance flickering across his face for less than a second before disappearing. His eyes narrow but, somehow, you can tell there’s no heat behind them. “S’fine,” he mumbles, sighing.
The silence is awkward for several seconds when, finally, you manage to open your mouth. “I um, I can pay for your shirt,” you offer, voice soft. “Like uh, for dry cleaning and stuff. Because, you know… I- I ruined it.”
He looks down at his shirt again as if he’d forgotten about the giant stain. A small chuckle bubbles up from his chest and he shakes his head, looking back at you. “Nah, don’t bother. Ain’t the first time this has happened.”
“What?” You furrow your brows and tilt your head. “You’ve had multiple girls spill matcha latte on your shirt because they were too busy scrolling on Instagram?”
He snorts, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Not exactly,” he chuckles. “but I’ve had people spill way worse on me. So, a little green liquid is like a walk in the park.”
You sense the eyes on you. You can hear the whispers. But, at this moment, it’s just you two. His red eyes staring into your own. “I’m Y/n,” you say, sticking your hand out. “Momo’s PA.”
He regards your hand with a blank stare, like he isn’t sure why it’s being extended to him, but, eventually, he takes it. His hand is so much bigger than yours and a shock runs the length of your arm as his palm meets yours. He grips you a little tighter than necessary. “Katsuki.”
“You’re a model, right?” You already know the answer, but you don’t want the conversation to end.
For some reason, your question makes Katsuki preen. He puffs his chest out slightly, clearly proud of the fact that you actually know who he is, and nods. “And a damn good one,” he says, a smirk finding its way onto his lips.
You open your mouth, but Momo’s voice cuts through the air and makes you turn. “Y/n!” she exclaims, briskly walking over to you. “Hey, are you okay? Is he bothering you?” she turns to him and narrows her eyes. “Why are you harassing her? I’ll pay for the shirt, for fucks sake. Go away.”
The smirk slides off his face in a heartbeat. He shoots your friend a glare and opens his mouth to respond. “I’m not harassing her,” he growls. “She ran into me like a dumbass. Dropped her own drink. Not my fault.”
“W- well it’s not really my drink-” you gasp and your eyes widen once more. “Momo! Oh my god, your drink! I’m so sorry! I spilled it everywhere!”
She holds up a hand and shakes her head, stopping you from delving into a second round of apologies. “It’s fine,” she says, shooting a sharp glare at Katsuki. “I just hope he didn’t give you too much trouble. Come on, let’s go. I’m done here anyway.”
tags; @sazankahanei @mimidonottouch
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The Blue Spirit episode (ATLA) is just so funny to me, cuz we have:
Aang: running around to look for a cure for his sick friends -> running away from insanely talented archers -> getting the closest to being actually captured he has ever been up to this point -> somehow managing to escape from that with the help of a mysterious stranger
Zuko: is the mysterious stranger & probably having his first mini identity crisis after their "do you think we could have been friends?" talk
Katara: holding on to her conscious mind as best she can, cuz
Sokka: is Hallucinating™ the entire episode (for the first time) and only comes back to himself after sucking on a frozen frog
Momo: having the time of his life on little missions Katara keeps sending him to, for reasons he can't comprehend but hey, fun is fun
Miyuki, the cat: "allegedly" fugitive from the fire nation.
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