#mochi-kun

[faaake-radio]

Extremely inaccurate line of who's gonna be the next set of plushies based off popularity:

The guy from nightmare parade 2020s and the other from masquerade: They're really popular so its gonna happen. (2024)

ham princess and mister jewel box: again, another set of popular characters so yeah. (2025)

zeney and atelier: maybe. (2026- 2027)

night and kankan: ehh, less likely.. (2026- 2027)

fake and mochi: despite being Mascots of the band, more of a chance but less. (2028+)

Joniki and Komatente: very little chance, like one in one trillion. never gonna happen

[dreamyangel-stims]

Nene Yashiro - Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

🩷 🩷 🩷 | 🍡 🍡 | 🩷 🩷 🩷

[pizzano-the-paisano-and-pizzelle]

"See, that's the one main thing between us that we both have going on: regret over our past mistakes. You regret the things you did that brought you and... Pizzano, I think that's his name... into this world; I regret the things I did to Pizzana in our childhood that shaped her to become the insanity she is now. We aren't that different, Miss Theodore." - Pizzelle-kun

"... okay, I get that, but like, are you going to buy something here, orrrr..?" - Pizzelle

16.5. Pizzelle-kun

[OOC: Just wanted to try drawing something else before actually getting to the questions. Below "keep reading" is my interpretation of Peppina Ramen and Noise-chan (or should I say "Noise-KUN") if they were in the Sugary Spire universe.]

[Pizzelle-kun is transmasc and goes to a prestigious university that specializes in training patisseries and confectioners in general while Pizzana N. Mochi is a former aspiring chef who, after a squandered opportunity, then decided to instead become an actress for a semi-popular tokusatsu magical girl series despite her mental state.]

[If you're wondering what happened in Pizzelle-kun and Pizzana's childhood, they used to be best friends (with the former often teasing the latter), but then had a falling out after a jealous Pizzelle-kun ruined Pizzana's chances of getting into a culinary school she signed up for by stealing her papers and forging them. A few years later, the two would meet again and, despite everything, Pizzana seems to forgive Pizzelle-kun and even crushes on him a bit (even though he has feelings towards Rosette-kun). They would even start their own QnA called "Pizzana no Nakama to Pizzelle-kun" or "Pizzana the Nakama (roughly "close friend") and Pizzelle-kun" (sadly, a lot of it is untranslated Japanese) at Pizzelle-kun's confectionery.]

[Pizzelle-kun pretty much blames himself for being a cause of Pizzana's depression and insanity in general while Pizzana doesn't remember much about the incident due to her trying to forget everything negative between them. The two are trying to rekindle their friendship, but Pizzelle-kun, knowing Pizzana's feelings towards him but still filled with guilt, doesn't want to accept them because he feels like he's just going to hurt her again. The image I drew shows Pizzelle-kun venting to Pizzelle about the similarities they have (how they have something they regret that made someone close to them go awry), albeit with Pizzelle not knowing what he's even doing in her confectionery.]

[And that's pretty much what I have for Pizzelle-kun and Pizzana!]

[melting-sugar-cubes]

.˚{𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒚 𝑮𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒙 𝑨𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒇𝒆 :𐫱: 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏}˚.

Image Source: Hinohara Meguru’s Twitter

[mako-neexu]

i swear on the corpse of my wallet that i WILL buy the mochi mochi mascot set box of LB6 when preorder announces

[itostea]

the strongest (gojo x wife! reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s a vow he swears to keep. 

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

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

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

[sugurufic]

Nanami-Sensei (Nanami X F!Reader)

Summary: Your husband isn't that much of a grump, it seems. Especially when it comes to his favourite people; you and your "children".

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: reader is very motherly and is mentioned to be sunshine-y, other than that it's just fluff

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“Nanamin!” Yuji’s voice rang out in the empty classroom, bringing a smile to your face. Your husband let out an exhausted sigh, but the little smile on his face told you otherwise. Yuji was Haibara with pink hair, his sunny personality almost contagious. You figured your husband has a type of people he lets close - and it's most definitely the sunshine people, like yourself.

“What is it, Itadori-kun?” Kento asks in his deadpan.

“I saw these in the market and thought you might like them!” the pink haired boy said, holding up a small paper bag. “I bought some for you too, Nanami-san,”

“Thank you, Yuji,” You say, scooting over on the bench. “Why don’t you sit with us for a while?”

The boy’s eyes sparkle with delight as he accepts your offer, sitting beside you with his hands on the desk. Nanami’s brow is relaxed, and you know he enjoys spending time with Yuji as much as you do. “Nanami-san, won’t you open this?”

The bag smelled amazing, and the little box had some of your favourite doughnuts. You gave one to your husband, one to Yuji and took one for yourself. “How did you know I liked them?” you ask, a bright smile on your face.

Yuji swallows his bite quickly, then says, “Nanamin mentioned it yesterday when we were taking a break after exorcising a curse. We stopped by this shop to get doughnuts,” Yuji says, making Nanami look down quickly.

“Well, why don’t you come home with us?” You offer. “I’ll make us some spicy ramen. Then we can have the rest of the doughnuts for dessert.”

“We can pick some mochi up on our way home too,” Nanami says.

Yuji’s eyes sparkle, he is so full of life - your heart cries out for him - why did fate choose him to be Sukuna’s vessel? Why couldn’t he have been a normal child? You decide not to dwell on these questions, putting your best smile instead, hugging the young boy from his shoulders. He couldn’t yet spend time with his friends, and you wanted to keep his cheerful self for as long as he can. “Don’t think about it too much, Yuji.” You said. “We can watch a movie together.”

“Human Earthworm 4?” He says in a soft voice.

“Itadori-kun, it’s time for you to watch something else,” Nanami sighs.

“We can pick the movie later,” you intervene. “What do you say, Yuji? It will be a nice break for you to leave Jujutsu Tech for a bit,”

“Gojo-Sensei -” Yuji starts.

“He won’t say anything,” You assure him.

“Okay, Nanami-san!” He says, the bright smile returning to his face. “I’ll go see Gojo-Sensei once, then we can go!”

Yuji runs at an alarming speed, leaving you with a chuckle. “Isn’t he a lovely child?” you murmur to your husband.

“Indeed,” He says with a sigh, caressing your hand with his thumb. “He might be your son with how much energy and joy he has,”

“Well, he wouldn’t be just my son then.” You say with a coy smile. “And I think, that you might just have a type of favourite people,”

“People who are similar to you, my love,” He agrees. “But you will always be my favourite of them all.”

“I better be,” you giggle. “I am your wife, after all.”

It is adorable the way your husband has taken the child under his wing, acting as his mentor and protector - it makes you wonder how he would be with your own kids, loving and protecting them from the world. It makes you long for a normal life, where you could raise your kids without the permanent threat over them. The world you belong to is too dangerous for children.

“Nanamin! Nanami-san!” Yuji’s cheerful voice is back again, saving you from the dark thoughts forming in your head. He has a bright smile on his face and a backpack with him, ready to leave. “I’m ready!”

“Let’s go then,” You get up from your place, and wrap one hand around your husband’s hand and the other one hold’s Yuji’s arm. “A warm dinner is waiting for us back home,”

Nanami settles, with a sigh as Yuji begins to play Human Earthworm 4 on the television, sitting on the floor with his legs crossed between the two of you. You cannot help but think of Yuji as your child, even though you are too young to be his parents. He’s wonderful company to have around - helping you lift up your spirits with his contagious laugh and in general helping you in the kitchen as your husband took the laundry. Yuji is so animated, excitedly filling you in with the previous parts of the movie, doughnut box on his lap.

Hidden from Yuji’s eyes, Nanami has a rare, charming smile on his face as he watches the two suns of his life get close to each other. How you tousle the boy’s pink hair as if he’s your younger self, indulging in his gossip about everyone from school, about how his Gojo-Sensei has been teaching him, about how he misses Megumi and Nobora and wishes he can talk to them again.

Your eyes meet his behind Yuji, and you share a smile, a smile reserved for you two only. Yuji stills for a bit as the movie progresses and you take that time to set up the guest room for him - comforters, pillows, and toiletries. You know that inviting Sukuna’s vessel over to your home is dangerous, and you wonder why the King of Curses had to pick this sunshine in human-form of a child as his vessel.

“Nanami-san,” Yuji whispers, tiptoeing into the guest room. “Nanamin has fallen asleep,” 

“Oh?” You say with a grin. “I told him he should take a nap, but my husband just never listens. Come on, let’s get him a blanket.”

“Don’t you want to wake him up?” Yuji asks, confused. Wouldn’t it be better if he got into bed to sleep?

“He didn’t sleep last night,” You admit, fetching an extra blanket from the guest room’s closet. “He got up early to see you,”

Yuji’s face turns as pink as his hair, beginning to apologise, but you stop him. “My husband cares deeply for you, Yuji. Even though he doesn’t show it.” You say. “And I absolutely stand with him on the matter.”

“Nanami-san,” Yuji bows deeply in front of you, muttering words of gratitude and thanks and apologies for being a bother.

“Yuji, you’re just a child,” You say. “Don’t bother yourself with these worries. Now, let’s get a blanket for your Nanamin before he wakes up from the chill.”

You tuck your husband in on the sofa for the night, kissing his forehead before getting ready for bed. You’re in the kitchen getting some water when Yuji follows you too, sitting on the counter.

“Nanami-san, how did you and Nanamin meet?” He quietly asks, a rare moment of stillness from him.

“Oh, we met at Jujutsu Tech,” you say. “I made friends with Kento’s friend, and then we hung out together…” You are lost in thought of your youth, with Yu, Kento and your senpais. Suddenly, it’s Haibara Yu in front of you, telling you how he loves to eat, and would love a woman who loves to eat. You’re with Kento, comforting him after Haibara’s death, hugging him close as he cries on your shoulder. You’re with Shoko as she is told of Geto’s defection, and how he killed 112 villagers, including his parents. You’re the one Gojo reaches out to when Tsumiki gets her first period, panicking because he doesn’t know what to do as Megumi freaks out.

Then you’re back with Kento, as he tells you he is leaving the Jujutsu sorcery, because he cannot take it anymore. You’re right there with him, applying for a job in the corporate world because you fear if you stay a sorcerer too long, you might join Geto. No wonder they couldn’t catch him for years - you had helped him hide. No matter how much Kento believed in protecting the youth, protecting the defenceless, he couldn’t hate Geto, because he understood.

You are brought back to the present, at the sound of Yuji calling your name, and smile at him. “I was new there, and Haibara made friends with me,” You continue. “He wasn’t too different from you, so full of life. He was friends with Kento, and I started being friends with him too. Gojo would always pick on him for being an introvert, and I'd always tease him too. Then we joined corporate, and got even closer… and well, here we are.”

“Did Nanamin ask you out?” He asks, excitement returning to his eyes again.

“He did,” you say, recalling the big bouquet you had at your desk on a random Tuesday morning, signed by Kento. “He had to be thrown a lot of signs before he realised that I like him too.”

“He seems so closed off,” Yuji notes.

“He takes time to understand,” you admit. “All that toughness but he is a softie,” getting too lost in your thoughts, you decide it’s time to make some calming tea. You set the water to boil while Yuji brings out two cups while you mix up your tea and some herbs with a sugar cube.

“What do you love the most about him, Nanami-san?” Yuji asks.

You pour out the tea into the cups, taking a long sip before answering, “His heart,” you cannot help but smile at the thought of your husband. “He’s so kind, so patient. He’s just so… I love him,” you say with a delighted sigh. “He’s perfect,”

“I wish I can be like Nanamin,” Yuji says.

“You already are a great young man,” You are quick to reassure him. “Don’t change too much, Yuji.”

There’s a quiet knock on the door, and you quickly shift into high alert mode. Being a Jujutsu sorcerer came with his problems - namely enemies showing up unannounced. You reach for your cursed tool as you get to the door, looking at the door camera, relaxing and then panicking on seeing Ino Takuma. You quickly open the door with minimal noise and signal your finger to your mouth.

You give him a once over to see if he is injured, worry laced over your face. Once sure that he seems okay, you escort him back into the kitchen, locking the door after him. Ino smiles seeing a sleeping Nanami, his grin only widening on seeing Yuji. “Itadori,” he greets in a whisper.

“Yo! Ino-senpai,” Yuji 's eyes widened, his boy-ish face making your heart ache with love for him. He’s just a boy, thrust into the middle of everything. 

You set the kettle to the stove again, as Ino helps himself to some cookies from the shelf. Now with a hot cup of tea in each pair of hands, you tiptoe to the guest room, careful to not disturb your husband’s slumber. Heavens know that he deserves it.

“Takuma-chan, what brings you here tonight?” You ask, sitting on the only chair in the room while Ino and Yuji sit on the bed.

“I was fighting a curse, it seemed a bit stronger than grade 2.” He says. “It was close by. I didn’t have the strength to return home and stopped by.”

Yuji’s curious eyes fly between the two of you, wondering if he will ever feel free enough to show up uninvited. “Takuma was Kento’s first student,” you tell a confused Yuji. “He was there when my boyfriend turned to my fiancé.”

Your mind flies back to a happier time, about three years ago when Kento and you had planned a date to a fancy place but you two dragged Ino with you, he’d just successfully completed his solo first mission and you wanted to celebrate. But the restaurant didn’t know that - and hence you got a surprise pastry with a ring box on it, with your first ever child witnessing your pure joy.

“Nanami was not very delighted by me being there,” Ino notes.

“Tch, Takuma-chan I thought you knew him better,” You pout.

“He always acts like a grump,” Ino says, making you and Yuji chuckle. 

Your first child with your latest, you think, smiling at the two of them. Your husband does have a specific type for people who he lets get close to him - people like you - who are insufferable sunshine, pushing into his grumpy space with your bright smiles and twinkling eyes that he can't help but want to protect. 

[slothfail]

Moonlight date 🌕💜

Poe: this mochi was made by Ranpo-kun? woahhh ✨✨

Ranpo: just eat it Poe-kun! I can make more of them if you want!!

[yanderederee]

LittleSnack

a/n:ive been eating a lot lately, and getting a little insecure about it.. so here’s some comfort♡

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“You packed way too much food again!”

Your friend said in an appalled tone.

Atsushi Murasakibara’s ears perked at the mention of too much food, immediately lifting his head up from his previously sleeping position. Looking over at you right away, he stared down your loaded bento.

His mouth watered. Grilled beef, a side of fragrant pan noodles, dumplings, and … leftover Bibimbap. Now his mouth was watering ….

Of course, Murasakibara had finished his lunch long ago. Now that it was lunch though, he was sort of regretting it. No matter how many times he regrets eating his lunch too soon, he always does it again the next day…

“You eat like that everyday y/n… pretty soon, you’re gonna start gaining even more weight…” your friend continued with a judgmental overlook.

You laughed off her rude comment. “You know I’m not worried about that kind of stuff. I just have a big appetite.”

Your defense fell on deaf ears as your friend sighed. “Can’t you just use a normal excuse, like ‘I accidentally made too much!’ And offer the rest of what you shouldn’t eat to someone you like?”

You paused eating upon her words, annoyance prickling your good mood. “I don’t need to make an excuse for my eating habits… I’m happy just the way I am.” You replied calmly, continuing your lunch with a bit more attitude.

Murasakibara, overheating the entire thing, smirked. He’d always had a little bit of an admiration towards you and your large appetite. It was rare to find a girl who ate as much as you. But since he was never all that interested in girls, he made no effort in learning more about you than that.

Seeing this new side of you was nice. He liked the way you stood up for yourself, and took pride in the way you were. Not to mention, the food you brought in always looked homemade. He couldn’t help but wonder if you made it yourself.

“Whatever, just trying to look out for you.” Your friend shrugged, and kept silent about the subject.

Murasakibara glanced at you, instead of your food, and noticed a weird look on your face. Even after you finished the entirety of your bento, you still looked unsatisfied.

The food looked great, and he couldn’t imagine you’d still be hungry. Maybe you were; he was often still hungry after any meal he had too. That’s why he snacked so much, anyway.

That had to be it, you were snacky. No matter how delicious the food you had was, it was true you had nothing sweet.

Dessert was the most important part of a meal, after all.

Without realizing the meaning behind his actions before acting on them, he began searching his snack-school bag for what he had on him.

Four bags of different chips, three mambo sticks, two rice cakes, a few handfuls of Sakura mochi candies, a bag of hi-chew, and two red bean buns.

Looking at the assortment made his mouth water. He was definitely going to indulge in some snacks as well. Reaching in, he pulled out a bag of chips, a mambo stick, four Sakura mochi, a handful of hichew, and a red bean bun. He honestly had no idea what kind of food or snacks you liked, so he just grabbed a little bit of everything.

Hauling the load in his stupidly large hands, he quietly walked over to your desk. You were sitting alone now with your bento neatly put away, since lunch was only a minute from ending.

“Y/n-chin…” your classmate said in a deadpan tone, before laying the snacks out on your desk. Your eyes bulged wide in shock. Your mouth fell open, confused. Speechless, you craned your neck up to look at your tall classmate. “M-Murasakibara-kun…?” You asked.

He nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “You looked hungry… teach yells at me if she catches me snacking during class though, so careful not go get caught…” he looked away after catching your glistening gaze.

Why was he suddenly embarrassed?

“Y-you didn’t have to! I couldn’t..” you tried to offer the snacks back, but he already started walking away. “Eat them all y/n-chin~”

And just as he sat back in his seat, the class bell rang to start lessons. Crap, he was gonna have to sneak-snack again.

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Murasakibara was putting away his school materials, careful not to squish any of the snacks inside. “M-Murasakibara-kun…” you said quietly while standing over his desk. With an unimpressed glance, he looked at you, practically at each other’s height even though he was sitting.

“Thanks for the snacks today… they were really good.” You smiled at him. “I don’t have anything to repay you though, so…”

You looked down at your fidgeting fingers. “I-if you don’t mind, I’d like to cook you something. I-I always accidentally make too much food at home, enough for an extra bento or two… so, if there’s anything you’d like, I’d be happy to make something for you.”

As if buffering, Murasakibara sat unmoving in silence. Well, this was a surprise. He wasn’t sure how he should respond. He didn’t offer you the snacks to get something out of you, but he’d be lying if he didn’t want to eat your cooking.

“Really?” He asked.

You nodded enthusiastically. “Absolutely!”

“You’re sure?” He asked again.

You laughed heartily at this. He wasn’t sure what was so funny, but your continued laughter was making him feel some type of way. It made him smile, like he was happy or something.

“Yes I’m sure! Do you have any requests?” You asked after finally getting your giggling under control.

Murasakibara looked up, and hummed in thought. “Anything I want…. That’s a dangerous question y/n-chin, since I like everything…”

You hummed in unison, and thought. “Buttered chicken?”

“Sounds yummy.”

“Sautéed carrots?”

His nose wrinkled. “Hate carrots.”

You giggled. “No carrots. Pork dumplings?”

“Sure…”

“Muchim?”

“As long as it isn’t too spicy.”

Satisfied, you nodded, and pulled your bag over your shoulder in preparation to leave. “Look forward to it, then!”

Murasakibara wasn’t sure why, but he felt the urge to call out for you when you began to walk away. He didn’t though, remained sitting while he watched you leave.

“What was that about?” Himuro asked suddenly, scaring the purple giant half to death. “Nothin’” he huffed in reply.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯✦

The next day, Murasakibara almost forgot about yesterday’s events. He forgot things pretty easily. As he put his shoes away, he began thinking about if he’d have enough time to eat his bento before the beginning of the day bell rang.

“Murasakibara-kun,” he heard his name call out to him from behind, halfway down the hall. He stopped, and looked back to see you with two large furushiki wrappings in hand. “I might have went a little overboard, sorry.” You laughed quietly.

Oh yeah, you promised to bring him lunch today. He wasn’t sure how he forgot that.

“Thanks,” he accepted the purple furushiki, surprised by its hefty weight.

“I hope it’s to your liking!” You grinned up at him. Caught up in surprise, he only just realized how fucking short you were. Everyone was short compared to him but, well, he could have easily missed you if he didn’t actively look down.

Before he had the chance to reply, you were jogging off to your shared classroom, carefree and greeting friends along the way.

…

The hours seemed to pass agonizingly slow between then and lunch time… Despite being successful in scarfing down the lunch his mom packed him for the day (as per usual), he was eager to finally enjoy the food he’d been wishing he could eat from your bento from afar.

…

Finally, the heavenly sound of the lunch bell ended morning lectures. Immediately, he pulled out the wrapped bento box, unwrapped the furushiki, and popped open the first of three boxes.

He wanted to eat slowly, savor each bite for its amazing flavor. But that was just impossible. He barely had enough time to chew between each bite, he was eating so fast.

Too distracted by the food in front of him, he hadn’t noticed you staring at him. “He sure is eating fast,” you chuckled to yourself, making your friend cock an eyebrow at you. “Why the sudden interest? Wait… isn’t that one of your lunch boxes? No, that’s definitely your furushiki on his desk. Y/n, did you..?!” She asked, almost choking on her own lunch.

“W-what can I say… I-I accidentally made too much…” you looked away from her suspecting squint. “Oh my god.” She whispered, looking back to Murasakibara. “Never for a thousand years would I have guessed… you and Mu—“ she tried to tease you, but you cut her off with a sush.

“Not out loud..!” You whispered red faced.

Glancing back again, you spotted Murasakibara seeking you out, mouth full and giving you a big thumbs up. You almost gasped, his approval earning a much deeper blush out of you.

Once he’d finished, he wrapped everything back up. Though, when he handed it back to you, it was much… lumpier than you remembered.

“It was good.” Murasakibara reported back to you in his usual dull tone. “Just good?” Your friend huffed. “That’s it?”

Murasakibara narrowed his eyes, not sure what she meant. It’s not like he was very fond of her anyway, given her attitude toward the way you ate in the first place. Was she trying to get on his nerves?

“She went out of her way to make extra food for you? Can’t you act a little more grateful for her kindness?” She asked, pulling her own finished dishes away from your desk.

“S-stop.!” You hissed.

Your friend shrugged, unfazed. “Just sayin’.” She said just before walking away, leaving you two in shock.

“D-don’t worry about—“ you tried to laugh off the poor attitude she left behind, but Murasakibara got the idea.

“The Muchim was a little spicy, but i really liked it. The rice you made was fluffier than how my mom makes it, so I liked it better. The sauce you put on the chicken was also different than I’ve had before, so I really liked that too… I also liked the way you fried the dumplings on the bottom…” he tried thinking of different ways to compliment your exceptional cooking, but he wasn’t really that good with words. Hell, he wasn’t very social in general. Talking to you at all was out of his normal behavior.

Nevertheless, his kind words struck a cord in you. “It wasn’t too much?” You asked.

“I could have thirds.” He admitted.

“I have some leftover from my own lunch, if you-“

“Nah, that’s your food y/n-chin. You should finish it.” Murasakibara pointed at the lunchbox wrapping he handed back to you. “I also left some snacks in there for you as thanks, make sure to eat those too.”

That explains why the wrapping was lumpy. You couldn’t help but laugh again. “That’s thoughtful of you, thanks.”

Murasakibara nodded, and started walking back to his desk, but felt a tug on his sleeve that made him stop and look back.

“Sorry… but, do you mind if I call you by a nickname? After all, not only do you call me by my first name, but it’s also shortened…”

He looked down at you silently for a moment too long to feel comfortable. “I-I just mean, Murasakibara is a bit of a mouthful, you know?”

Crap, were you overstepping? Nervously, you averted your gaze. He liked seeing this shy side of you too. Atsushi smiled, and sat in the seat your friend left open. “Sure. What’d you have in mind?”

Happily surprised at his change of tone, you unfolded the lunch cloth, and pulled out a red bean bun.

Til the end of lunch, you both sat and chatted with one another.

[1000sunnygo]

One Piece Academy chapter 47: Lost Dog part 1 (Quick translation)

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(Law and Cora don't appear in this week's part, we'll see them next week!)

"A Grand festival for Onigiri lovers, the Onigiri Expo!"

<What appears before Luffy's brother Ace kun is... Onigiri? >

Onigiri: Waff!

Ace: The heck are you?

[Title Card: New World High "Moby Dick School" 2nd year, Fire fist Ace kun]

Ace: A baby bear?

Onigiri: Waff!

Ace: If it waffs then dog, I guess...You a pup?

Onigiri: *huff* *huff*

Ace: Here, take the skin of my steamed bun. See ya.

(walks away)

Sorry, doggo. I can keep a beetle at best as a pet.

Onigiri: (look at him rofl)

Ace:.....

Hoop!

*puts Onigiri down*

*starts running*

HOW 'BOUT THAT??

Onigiri: Waff! Waff!

Onigiri: *plops*

Ace: !

(Don't look back...!!) *dragging himself*

(rip dog)

Ace: DARN IT!!

Ace: Fine, fiine... my loss.

Well, it's definitely a lost dog so that takes some weight off... let's search for your master, shall we?

Onigiri: *marveled at butterflies*

Ace: Try actin' like a lost dog, will you...

Well, let's go! Er...... Norimochi!

Onigiri:.....

Ace:.... Guess that's not the name.

(T/N: Norimochi is mochi wrapped seaweed so Ace was pretty close! Reminder that Onigiri is named by Luffy, so the bothers have a similar naming tendency lol)

<DOOON! >

[Title card: Faculty, New World Middle School

White Chase Smoker sensei]

Smoker: How long does a freaking cup of coffee take? Tashigi!!!

Tashigi: I'm sorry! There are so many types of beans;;

Someone: *light coughs*

Ace: Sorry for the inconvenience, but... do you perhaps recognize this dog?

Smoker:

Ace: 'guess not? Sorry for the trouble! 👋🏼

Smoker: You!!

Smoker: HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!

Tashigi: *brings coffee* Decided to go with the regular after all!...Huh?

Ace:!!

Oop!!

Ace: The dude from earlier.. ain't that too flashy for a greeting?

Smoker: You sure look carefree... Whitebeard corps second commander, Portgas D. Ace.

Ace: Mm? You're that guy from Luffy's class! If I remember right, smokey-

Smoker: It's Smoker!

Ace: Right, Smoker sensei, tutoring my li'l brother.

Smoker: Cut the crap. You stayed at our school for two months, made a name while I was away on a business trip, then quickly transferred to Moby Dick School branch.

Only if you hadn't moved there... I would've thrown you and your brother into the reform room and straightened you out!

Ace: Well, now I'm practically in a different school, so let all that slide, maybe?

Smoker: No can do. As long as I'm a teacher, and you're a thug!

Ace: What a boring reason.

Aight, let's have fun!

Smoker: But before that, why's that dog with you?

Continues in Reblog ⬇️

[whalesforhands]

kaizen daycare! 2

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“(name)-sensei! Why’d you look so n-nerv—“ His little eyebrows furrow, tiny hand coming up to scratch his head in focused thought. “Nerv-y?”

(He promised Nanamin he would use a new word today.)

You giggle as you ruffle his hair. “That was a wonderful try, Yuuji-kun.” Two of your hands settle on his squishy cheeks as he stares up at you. “But I suppose I am a little nervous.”

Hmm… So that’s how it was pronounced! He’s gonna tell Nanamin he tried anyway. But… What’s causing you to be this way, though? That faraway look in your eyes is troubling him too… Oh!

“Didya forget to eat today, (name)-sensei?!” A pat to your knee as he stares up at you, all sparkly gaze and blushy cheeks with a smile that was overflowing with glowing excitement.

So cute. He reminds you of a blooming flower.

“Ahah, Yuuji-kun that’s not—“

Blonde, brunettes and raven-haired heads perk up at the little boy’s voice, their attention lost on the toys as they quickly start to trickle out of your sight and making a run for their cubbies. Are they-

“I got riceballs today!”

“Nanamin said he made me karaage!”

“Papa said our chara-bens are cute today too!”

“Daddy bought us kikufuku mochi for dessert!”

“Ahh, wait— Children-!” You realized a little too late.

It isn’t long before a clatter of bento boxes and a small assortment of various treats settle themselves in front of you, scattered into a small pile as the twins start pushing their treats forward a little more to make you notice it first.

“Mmm! (nwame)-swensei mwakes goodsh food!” Kugisaki Nobara finds herself being fed an adult’s lunch as she chews, her eyes closed in satisfaction and her feet kicking about as she continues to savour the taste of the food you were sharing with her.

(Sharing is an understatement. You’re surprised by how much she could eat, and how she was vacuuming up almost the entirety of your own packed lunch.)

“I’ll mwake sure to-“ She stops when she sees your stern gaze, not minding at all but taking the moment to swallow. “Forget my bento more off-then!” You only giggle as you shake your head in response, wiping off the grain of rice at the corner of her lips.

“Your grandma will be sad if you don’t eat her food often, Nobara-chan. You have to remember to bring it all the time, okay?”

“Mmm…” She’s still thinking as she watches your amused face, a hand on her cheek. “If (name)-sensei thinks so…” Her face breaks into a grin as she shows you a thumbs-up. “Okay!”

You hear several growls next to you. A turn of your head reveals the wanting gaze of the rest of your kids, all hungry ministrations of eating their own packed lunches stopped.

“Eh…?” The chopsticks in your hand have paused midair in bewilderment, wrist just in distance of Megumi as he makes a small grab for it, leading your utensil into his mouth as he noms down on the tamagoyaki you held.

“…it’s good…!” His eyes sparkle as he turns his head to face the growing pouts of his classmates, the rising jealousy not at all apparent to him as he feels you gently pry the chopsticks out of his mouth, a small tap to his nose in slight scolding that makes him nearly want to sneeze.

“Nanako wants some too!”

“M-mimiko as well!”

“I’m still hungry, (name)-sensei!”

“E-eh???? (name)-sensei was feeding me first!”

In the end, you had an empty lunch box and a very, very satisfied class of kids who had very full bellies that day.

(Are they trying to pay you back for that day? You’re really starting to think you have the sweetest kids to ever exist.)

“You all…” Megumi shifts closer to you, nestling himself on your lap as your hand goes up to support him, beginning to peek up at your face. You had started to tremble from where you sat on the floor of the foam-tiled play area, growing silent as the rest of the kids slowly crowded around you.

(Were they in trouble? Are you upset with them…? Please, please don’t be! They’re good kids!)

Megumi catches a glimmer forming at the corner of your eye, his small hands starting to grip onto your shirt and his green eyes starting to widen as he realizes that you’re cryi—

“Are so cute!” You’re already scooping them all into your arms, your face hot with gratuitous joy as you embrace the squealing kids close to you, enjoying their cuddly warmth and pats of your face.

(“Oh, but-” You begin to tut, staring down at the five kids squished together on your lap. “I have my own lunch today, kids.”

There’s a glower on their faces, disappointment and disheartened expressions clear and evident. It squeezes at your heart in guilt as the colorful plastic wrapping of one of the sweets is captured from the corner of your eye.

“B-but! It seems that I would need help clearing all these treats up!”)

——

You tiptoe out the room, gently shutting the door of the nap room behind you.

“Good work today.” Ieiri Shoko is sipping her second cup of coffee of the day as she appears behind you, clearly amused at your frazzled form after putting the children to sleep.

“There’s nothing good about today…” You’re sulking as you slump against the door, your knees bent as you let out a loud sigh.

A smirk appears on her face. “Why? Scared of being alone with a couple guys and their kids?” She heard the whole conversation. Perks of being one of the first few to arrive just to get some time to be alone with you.

Your feet shift nervously as you hands begin to fiddle with each other, a sigh escaping your lips as you lean back against the door. “You know I’m no good at being social, Shoko…”

You’re pouting at her as your cheeks start to warm from embarrassment. “What if they find me weird and unsettling and—“ You nearly want to scream. “What if they pull Megumi and the twins out of school because they think I’m unsuitable—“ You stop yourself. “But at the same time if they’ve moved into the neighborhood I’ll be running into them 24/7! If they find out I’m just some loser who stays at home all day and reads—“

You cough to cut yourself off at your spiel. Relax… You take in a deep breath as you finally start to calm. “And what if…” Your eyes flicker towards the ground. “They just… Don’t like me?”

A beat passes, and another.

Her eyes trail off to the side, letting the silence beat amongst the both of you. “They’ll like you like I love you, (name).” Her dark eyes meet yours, her steps stopping right before you as you catch the sight of her heels. “And if you’re so worried, you could always catch dinner with me instead as an excuse.”

(She would even call him up using the school register to tell him you can’t make it because your plant died or some other stupid excuse if that was what you wanted.)

“You’re so kind Shoko…!” You tackle her into a hug. “Your kindness precedes a being like me!” You pull back, glancing up at her blank, unimpressed gaze as you let a smile grace your face. “Jokes aside,” You scratch your cheek.

“I think it’s too late to even fully reject him now…”

You gulp nervously as the domineering man stood before you, all smiles and teeth and turned up eyes behind dark sunglasses that gleam with expectant want.

“I-I think that I have—“ Distance is closed in an instance, a towering frame leaning over you and breaking all boundaries of personal space.

“Y’know, the kids are gonna be super super excited once they find out we’re moving in next to ya!” Large porcelain hands reach up to grasp both of your own in his. “Won’tcha please come make them happy? Megumi and the twins talk about you lots, ya know? They even forget to eat sometimes when they get to tell us all about you.” There’s a cute pout on his face that makes your stomach swirl, your bewildered eyes starting to twirl as the scent of his cologne invades your nose…

(He’s so handsome… And so thoughtful of his kids… Ahh, you can feel your heart stutter…)

“I-I suppose I do have some free time today…!” He’s so close! If he leans down anymore, your lips would be—!

“Oho, that’s nice to hear, sensei!” A grin and a pat to your head. “We should have fully settled in by this afternoon, so I’ll come pick ya up after school, kay?” He pulls himself away (begrudgingly) as he pats his pockets for his car keys.

“O-oh, that’s not—“

“See ya later, sweetheart!” He’s practically already skipping out the door, sending you a salute and a wink as you stand there in stunned silence.

It looks like you have plans tonight with your neighbour… You turn towards the corridor before you pause in your steps abruptly, a small chill going up your spine.

Did you ever tell him your unit number…?

(Oh, you must’ve forgotten to close a window somewhere. No time to dawdle on your bad memory now when the kids’ health is at stake!)

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Notes:

You did actually go pretty hungry that day considering your lunch was fully consumed by 5 overeager toddlers. Shoko shared her convenience store sandwich with you.

Suguru heard the story of your shared lunch from Mimiko and used that as an excuse to talk recipes with you. Character-bentos are a popular topic between the both of you.

nvy’s aftertalk:

to all the anons who guessed that i was watching gakuen babysitters i am ashamed to admit that you are right i am a sucker for babies and cannot stop rewatching this dumb anime

[faaake-radio]

I originally posted these on the old Fake Type subreddit because I thought it was funny 😭😭 (user is u/ThatONEfan2)

[kunikuyu]

"A reward for someone so good." Hashira Series!

Part 1, 2, 4, 5, 6

Mitsuri Kanroji x Male! Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI, NSFW, can be read as FTM reader, praise, voyeurism, fingering, virgin! Mitsuri, Mitsuri has issues with self-esteem.

Summary: Pillar training has begun, much to your delight. Of course, as a hard-working and strong person, you can handle any challenge. Even if it's fighting a hashira. And in a way, they all see some value in you, and want to reward you for it.

You wake up after long hours of sleep, still clinging to Tomioka (read part 2). You blush as you look at the other boy, who still seemed to be in the deepest state of his sleep. Even though you don't want to, you get up and start getting ready to go to the next pillar training. Of course you hadn't done Muichiro's yet, but you really didn't feel like doing his training.

You get ready in a few minutes, and wait patiently for Tomioka to wake up. The clock said 7:55, and Giyuu always woke up at 8:00 am sharp, it was his habit.

It didn't take long for him to wake up, and the first thing he looked at was you. "[Name]..." He calls you gently, and is answered with a smile. He seemed to have no regrets about what happened the night before.

You talk for a few minutes, talking about your relationship from now on. He was afraid of being in a relationship, of being happy, and you understood that. "I will wait for you as long as necessary, Giyuu-san."

....

You left Giyuu's mansion after a few minutes of making out. You simply won't forget this day. He wrote a letter to the next hashira, letting her know that you had undergone special training and that it was as effective as Tokito's, just so you wouldn't have to do the young boy's.

And speaking of the next hashira...

"[Name]-kun!" The girl seemed happy to see you. She hugs you, subtly tiptoeing to do so. Mitsuri was the type of person who was lively and full of life. The crow with Tomioka's letter got to it before you did. You can't help but blush a little when the girl hugs you.

"Come on, training will start soon. Oh, and first, I want to talk to you." And she immediately holds your hand, leading you into the mansion. Mitsuri was very close to you and became even more so after Rengoku's death, which shook you both a lot.

She takes you to the kitchen, where lots of sakura mochi were piled on a platter. "You did all this, Mit?" "Yes, I did it myself. Let's eat together, shall we?" She says, smiling slightly.

You talk and eat a lot. She was that kind of friend you could always count on and always had good times with.

.....

Not anymore. You definitely didn't just have good times with her. After this training, you no longer feel your legs. She folded things that you're pretty sure shouldn't be folding. Despite this, the training was... Interesting. Seeing a bunch of slayers in ballerina outfits almost crying in pain made your day in an almost sadistic way.

The training went on like this for about two days, this training was definitely the hardest so far. But after these sections, you were finally approved by Mitsuri. And speaking of the girl, you couldn't help but notice that Mitsuri was a little sad and wasn't eating much (which wasn't her norm).

It was already evening when everyone was dismissed (not before eating a good meal, of course). Worried about the love hashira, you can't help but go to her room to check on her situation.

And there she was, looking at herself in the mirror with a sentimental look, her eyes not so bright. "Mit...?" You call her, and she looks at you in surprise.

"[Name]-kun...! Sorry, I didn't see I left the door open..."

She smiles weakly. Her hair was not braided and looked more beautiful than ever. You can recognize right away that Mitsuri's self-esteem was completely shattered, her face had a sad look on it and her hands were resting on each other as if she were trying to shrink herself.

You remained silent, and went to the girl. Mitsuri seems happy with your presence and it makes her smile get a little bigger. You sit next to her, and run your hand through the girl's hair. The moonlight and the candles she lit earlier created a cozy atmosphere.

.....

The two of you talked for a long time, and Mitsuri seemed calmer now, although she was still blushing (she's always shy in the presence of men, cute). Even though she was embarrassed, she was still able to explain what she felt. It was one of those moments when she remembered the people she wanted to marry in the past.

She was getting closer and closer to you, and at the present moment, her hands were on top of yours. You were still talking, but you could feel that the atmosphere had changed. Maybe it was out of need, or because she really had feelings for you since you helped her. But the romantic atmosphere was visible.

Suddenly, she finds the courage to say something that shocks you. "I... I was getting ready to bathe in a waterfall near here, would you like to join me?" Your eyes widen and she can feel how surprised you are.

"Oh I'm sorry, that request was very inappropriate, wasn't it?" She says, voice slightly shaking as she covers her face with her hands. Kanroji definitely regretted such a request, but it didn't last long.

"I accept your idea." As you stood up and reached out your hand to the woman.

.....

What a wonderful body.

Mitsuri's curves were perfect, almost divine. She removed her clothing elegantly, slowly exposing every bit of her delicate body. The moonlight hit her pale skin as if she were a goddess. Her hair moved with the subtle wind, and the pink of Mitsuri's cheeks matched the color of her hair.

She didn't seem to mind that you were watching her undress, and she even seemed to enjoy being admired so much. This increases her self-esteem.

"They say this waterfall helps heal the body's pain, I think you'll like it." And he chuckles lightly, as if he knew how difficult his training with her was. "ah, consider it a reward for someone as good as you."

.....

You undress, also in front of her, and then enter the waterfall. She was blushing more than ever, but she didn't let her nervousness show as much.

You have fun in the water, and anyone who looked at that situation would think you were lovers. Your bodies were glued together, almost like a dance, and Mitsuri really seemed to be happy.

"This is the closest I've ever come to a man, you know? I feel kind of nervous." She says to you, and you bring her face a little closer to yours, using your index finger on her chin. "Don't worry, just relax." And just like that, you seal your lips on hers.

She kisses you back, and your hands roam her body, touching every bit of her soft, unexplored skin. She wraps her arms around your neck, deepening the kiss. Mitsuri lets out a few low, sweet moans, and your hands begin to shake with anticipation as you run your hands over her body.

You break away from the kiss, still keeping your face close to hers. "Can I?" You say, while smiling and assuring her that you won't do anything she doesn't want. Kanroji just nods in approval and bows slightly.

Your fingers reach the girl's private part. She closes her eyes, and you move closer to kiss her again. She moves her legs apart to allow your hand to pass, and lets out a few sly moans when she feels your fingers entering her soft, warm entrance. With your thumb, you massage her clit, making her moan more and a little louder than the previous ones.

That was paradise. Hearing that woman's moans, touching her body and making her reach the peak of her pleasure is one of the best tasks you've ever done.

.....

It didn't take long for her to reach her climax, making her weaken in your arm. Mitsuri seemed fulfilled, and at the moment, she just wished it would never end. You remove your fingers from inside her, wash your hand in the waterfall and hug her gently.

"Never again think that you are ugly or undesirable, because everything I saw here is a true goddess." And she just blushes and laughs softly, placing a soft peck on your lips.

Author's note (me :p)!

I confess that this was my least favorite and it was cuter than I expected. Obanai's is completely the opposite._.

[cebwrites]

hi cev! 💕 I'd like to request a katakuri x g/n reader drabble where they go on a date and reader requests that he not use observation haki! I think that has a lot of silly/cute potential

a/n: hey mew!! yeeeeesss i'm delighted to make more kata food for you >:3=

dates without haki (katakuri)

gn reader word count: 0.8k

You fix your appearance in the mirror one last time, catching your husband's reflection making subtle—intentionally muted—motions you recognize as Katakuri chewing his lip behind his scarf again. If he wasn't so worried about appearances, you'd suspect that chewing would show on his otherwise perfectly manicured fingernails.

"Kata-kun," he perks up at the term of endearment, leans down when you gesture to pick a piece of lint out of his hair.

He glares at the offending particle, a blemish on his spotless appearance, yet his gaze softens when you cup his much larger head in your hands to turn his gaze to you. You're perfect as you stand before him, not a hair out place or crumb on your cheek could change that. Not the lines under your eyes from hard nights' work and especially not when you survive hard-won tummy ache battles.

And, in his eyes, he's wholly unworthy to stand at your side as the flawed person he is, putting up that faultless mask for the people around him.

"We'll be fine." You press a kiss to Katakuri's forehead, something unspoken beneath your reassurance.

It wasn't easy for Katakuri to agree to something like this; of course, he'd do anything to be the exemplary partner you deserved, but turning off a reflex that'd borderline become part of his identity proved to be more difficult than he'd like to admit.

The two previous dates "without haki" had gone as smoothly as he could manage; using his future sight once his nerves got the better of him on the first [just a little peek wouldn't hurt, right?], and being forced to on the second when the lovely picnic you had planned with him was crashed by wannabe rookie pirates stepping into the Tottoland territory without knowing what they were getting to.

They were easy pickings for him, let alone the both of you together, but because of that Katakuri wanted to make sure that this time, you'd get the perfect date you asked for.

[See: You didn't actually ask for "The Perfect" date, but he made a fuss in his own mind about it anyway.]

So you set out with him today, taking a pleasant stroll through private gardens on the quieter side of Komugi Island before making a detour through the town to pick up pastries you'd ordered the night before - it's brief, so ogling of Whole Cake's creme of the crop can be kept to an absolute minimum. You've gotten used to the usual stares and some glares from the fan club, but the only thing that matters to you is the look on your husband's face when he turns to check on you.

Katakuri is perceptive enough to notice unwarranted looks even without his haki, you ease his worries with a squeeze of his arm and a passive wave.

He is, however, slightly spooked by a fat orange tabby on the way out of town without his future sight. Kata's grateful that there's no one but you here to giggle at the blunder, only slightly huffy at the laughter that rises from your person as you give the clever creature scratches and praise.

The two of you don't really relax until you're in the safe, private confines of the mochi construction your husband typically builds to eat his merienda in. This time, it takes the form of a grand but sealed gazebo.

Peace and quiet for the next hour or so secured, you let lose to rummage through the giant treat basket you picked up in town. With an offering of kisses and a giant spoonful of pudding to his mouth, Katakuri doesn't take long to unravel either, tucking his scarf neatly aside and allows himself to be drawn into your presence, your warmth.

You spend much more time than intended in that secluded little gazebo, the amble bubbling of the juice river outside a comfortable faraway thought as you spend your afternoon with Katakuri, joined only by that cheeky orange tabby content to laze around cutely in exchange for short belly rubs.

At some point you find yourself half asleep on your husband's chest, kissing his scars and unwilling to so much as expend the energy to check the time. The cat's asleep on his other pec, you press your forehead against it, careful not to wake the man beneath you. Because you know it means going back to work, back to the not-so-hum-drum life of living in Big Mom's empire and conquering islands to grow her territory.

That darling man you'd sacrifice life and limb for, the man you married despite hell and high water and his batshit family because you loved him more than life itself.

Still, being a Charlotte was exhausting, Katakuri knew this more than anyone, so you chose to be selfish just this once and went back to sleep, disturbing nothing in this dreamy little fantasy you'd built with him for the one afternoon a month he was free enough to spend with you, his partner.

[lightlycareless]

I feel like this is soooooo Y/N and Naoya coded

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPREtqECu/

It feels like it’s happen for the Y/N and Naoya that we’re in the secret relationship or something X3 Hehe I just thought it was super cute. I find myself going out of my way to find cute couples videos just to imagine and Y/N and Naoya 😝

Omg this is sooo cuteeeeeee!!!! Thank you so much for sharing this with me ❤️❤️❤️❤️ I didn't want to say it out loud in fear of being judged but yes, this is exactly how I envision them to be when completely alone, and Naoya in need of being pampered hehehe

Naturally, had to write something :) Hope you enjoy it!

warnings: none. fluff. highschool AU. Naoya is deeply in love with you. maybe hints of something more intimate but you barely notice it; unless you're a pervert like me.

Happy reading!

Imagine comforting Naoya after a long, tedious week of exams, projects, both practical and theorical—simply continuous scrutiny by teachers and clan elders alike to the point where your boyfriend just wanted to disappear and forget about everything once he was done.

Well, make you help him forget about everything. Nuzzling against your chest as your arms wrapped him in a warm embrace, gently reminding him of all the things he already knew he was, but never minded hearing them again from your lovely voice.

“Hmm, it must’ve been an exhausting week, huh, Naoya-kun?” you cooed, hand delicately threading his soft black locks—he’s been so busy, he’s barely gotten time to dye his roots; Though you’d never tell him that out of the two, you preferred his natural color. “My poor boyfriend…”

“It’s been awful, princess.” He groans against your chest, gently squeezing your sides. “I don’t want to be anywhere else but here from now on.”

“Did you miss me, baby?”

“So, so much…” Naoya sighs, leaning deeper into your chest and taking in your scent—that lovely, sweet perfume he once admitted to greatly enjoy; and ever since, it’s all you wore. “You’re all I thought about, my beautiful mochi… I love you so much I’d rather be die than to be away from you.”

“I love you too, Naoya.” You blush, hugging him tighter against you. “My busy, talented, hardworking heir of a boyfriend.”

“You can say that again…” He says, never one to cower away from being complimented; or more like reminded of his greatness.

“There’s no one better than you. My boyfriend is the best sorcerer in the whole school—no, whole country!” you continue on, with Naoya lifting his gaze to you, eyes softening as you declare your heart’s greatest happiness. “He’s handsome, funny, and generous. He always knows what to do to make me happy and there’s no one in the whole world I’d rather be with than him!

But most importantly, he’s all mine.”

“Hmmm, you certainly know how to get me in the mood.” He murmurs while leaning even closer to you, enough so that his lips were just a few centimeters away; his breath over your skin. “I wouldn’t mind hearing more of what you have to say if so…”

“How about I show you instead…?” you respond, moving forward to finally place your lips over his, taking him in a kiss that felt as if it were the first time; such things were to happen after going on an eternity without seeing one another.

All you’ve gotten were a few glimpses here and there across the hallways before Naoya dove right back into his tests and you onto your projects. So hectic, you couldn’t even have lunch together—a complete nightmare!

But hindrances like these only made your fated reunion much sweeter as seen in the soft yet passionate way in which Naoya nibbled at the bottom of your lip before moving towards your mouth, slipping his tongue within and intertwining it with yours, causing you to gently moan in response, much to his pleasure and excitement.

Ah, after a long week, there was nowhere else he wished to be than here, with you, doing this—a small taste of the future that awaited him alongside you, if you so desired. His life after work unfolding like this:

You, his princess, patiently waiting in the home he’d get for you, or the Zen’in estate (depends of what you want—he’s already set his eyes on an apartment anyways) for his return. A warm smile on your lips as you welcome him with open arms, ready to wash away all his stresses with those kisses he can never get enough of; and perhaps a bit more.

From there, a warm meal. Getting to sit down with you and complain of the stupidities he’s already predisposed to expect from work, though he won’t burden you much with them, preferring to spend his time with you doing something else—entirely different.

And finally, at the end of the day, laying beside you. Tightly holding you against him as he once again takes in your comforting scent; there’s no doubt in Naoya’s mind that you’ll do everything in your power to receive him appropriately, if you know what he means. A wonderful way to end the night.

God, why can’t life be like that already? Why does he have to go through tedious ordeals just to spend a few measly hours of the day with you?

Naoya would give everything  in the world to be completely alone with you and do all the things he’s been playing with in his mind—

And save himself from the following humiliation.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” A whiny shriek, so loud that could probably be heard from all the way to the other side of the school, is suddenly heard; making the two freeze on the spot, eyes peeled wide open as you question whether to turn around and face the culprit or remain there, as if keeping still would make them go away.

But that wasn’t to happen, of course not! If anything, acting the fool would only worsen the situation, and such, you and Naoya slowly begin to turn into the direction of the shriek, to be received with the horrifying, blood curling sight of Suguru and Satoru intensely staring at the two—admiring a part of your relationship they weren’t supposed to know of!

“AHAHAHAHA What are you two doing glued together like that?!??!” Satoru continues to jest, dramatically laughing at the two in hopes of further embarrassing them.

And it would’ve worked had it been any other occasion; with you reacting shyly, too startled to do anything else but cower behind your boyfriend and let him deal with the problem.

Not today, though. For you were too annoyed from being kept away from Naoya for a whole week. Too uninterested in playing coy this time yet motivated enough to put Satoru back in his place once and for all.

“Don’t you have manners?!” You shrieked, pulling yourself away from Naoya and angrily heading onto the pair. “Of course not, you’re just an arrogant idiot!”

“Hey—hey, Y/N-chan! No need to get your panties in a twist!” Satoru laughs, finding the sight of you, someone way shorter than him attempting to scold him, hilarious. “I was just teasing!”

“And you couldn’t just keep walking, could you?! You always have something to say about every little thing that crosses your path!” you continue. “God, why are you so annoying?! At least Suguru has the decency to not be a jerk like you!”

Kind of. Suguru thought just about the same as Satoru, only that he was much more skilled in keeping it hidden.

And approaching the situation with tact.

“If you didn’t want to be caught then maybe don’t do that in the common room?” Suguru suggests. You frown.

“I’m not going to let you losers tell me where to be and what to do with my boyfriend!” You cry. “That’s why you guys will remain single forever! Because you don’t know anything about love!”

“Pfft, what?!” Satoru scoffs. “You’re so silly; do you even hear yourself?”

“You don’t have to worry about us, Y/N. It’s not like we’re planning on stealing your busy boyfriend.” Suguru says—so much for not being a jerk!

“Oh, Naoya-kun, you’re the best sorcerer ever!” Satoru plays along.

“You always know how to get me in the mood, princess."

“I missed you so so much, pookie!!”

“I just want to stay with you like this forever!”

“You—You idiots!!!!”

Instigated by their jests, you reach out for whatever you had in hand and throw it at Gojo, followed by frantic punches against his chest (which he only felt as tickles, of course—mostly amused by your antics) and curses that eventually led Naoya to act by grabbing you from the shoulders and pulling you away.

“Let me go, Naoya! These idiots need to know to leave me alone!” You argued, trying to free yourself from his hold.

“Y/N, they’re not worth it.” Naoya responds, though he won’t deny that seeing this protective side of yours was doing things to him.

“You could be kissing me, mochi!! Hm??!” Satoru making kissy noises effectively pushes you over the edge.

“That’s it, you’ve done it!!”

“—Alright, that’s enough now.” Geto intervenes this time around by pulling Gojo away from you, just before you could injure him. Not that you could, but he’s never seen this kind of determination from you before, nor does he want to put it to the test.

Besides, there’s always this lingering threat that where an upset Y/N, an angrier sibling appears, and that’s the last thing this situation needed.

“Stop it, Satoru—you’ve done enough.”

“Ah, Suguru!! I was just getting to the best part!”

“I’m sure they were too.”

“Suguru!” You accuse.

“We won’t disturb you anymore, lovebirds. Just be sure to be safe.” Suguru teases one last time.

“Or the Zen’in will have another member!” Satoru adds.

“You—” but before you could add anything else, they were gone.

It was unfair how the two always managed to escape just before they could face any real trouble, having a peculiar talent to come along, always know what to say to stir the pot, and leave unscathed, with the victims of their teasing being the ones forced to deal with their actions.

Well, if this is how it always went, then there was no reason to break your head trying to outsmart them. Not when you could easily spend all your energy in continuing where you and your boyfriend were left off, if not in a better disposition after Naoya got to see what your ire could do.

Something he’ll have to exploit later on, right after dealing with your persistent anger.

“Those idiots can never leave me alone!” You breathe, still furious and embarrassed by their antics. “They’re only jealous of me! It’s not my fault that they’re such idiots no one wants to date them.”

“Well, not everybody is as lucky as me.” Naoya smoothly adds, quickly overturning your emotions and making you blush.

“I’m glad you’re not like them.” You smile, walking over to him. “Kind of.”

“Kind of?” Naoya raises an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, nothing.” You giggle, acting coy.

“Ah, no you’re not.” And in one swift movement, Naoya places his hands behind your legs, picking you up and subsequently making you squeal. You hide your face in the crook of his neck soon after, unwilling to be exposed yet again. “And I’m not letting you down until you tell me.”

“Stop it! Someone is going to—someone is going to see us!” you fret, unwilling to go through that whole ordeal again. “Naoya!”

“Then you know what to do, princess.” He smirks, kissing the top of your head.

“I’ll tell you if we go somewhere private… please.”

“Really?” He asks. “And how do I know you’re not doing this to distract me, hm?”

Your only response comes from a stare, with those doe eyes that immediately have him wiping the reason of his annoyance out of his mind, not that it was affecting him much either way. Naoya was too enamored to care beyond you.

“My dorm or yours?” he eventually suggests, and you lean in to kiss him, a promise to continue off from where you were once interrupted.

“…Yours.”

There was much work to do, after all. All his stresses to deal with, which thankfully, had you, a loving girlfriend, to do so.

Naoya just hopes you’re prepared to take it.

It's the second time I've made Gojo and Geto appear out of the nowhere to pester out favorite couple, I gotta think they're doing it on purpose.

I mean, maybe; seems very in character for Satoru at least 🤣 and on that note, I'm very glad I got to write a angry Y/N; I've always wanted to do something where she's all defensive of Naoya and he's totally into it. I had another thing written somewhere with the same topic, not sure if I'm going to finish it though...

Anyways, thank you so much for sending in this!!! omg it was so sos sosososo cute I love it, Naoya reduced to nothing but putty in Y/N's hands. oitajkhjakjhgjkasg he's been completely converted to a SIMP and I will not accept any other opinion stating the contrary :)

Now, take care, and hope to see you soon... and more of these adorable videos 😭😭😭❤️❤️ UGH I NEED MORE.

[selarina]

I have a suggestion! What are your thoughts on the reader helping high school kento build a birdhouse?

"You know one of these days you'll have to actually help, right?"

"I am helping," you frown as you stare at your nails. You're not really looking. It's merely a shield, a way to avert your eyes from his piercing eyes.

"You're..." His voice trails off as he lifts the cumbersome goggles up from his eyes, to see you perched on the marble slab. A figure so idle and bored-looking and yet, you make no means to contribute. "You're sitting.”

He seemed clearly frustrated, but you're who you are, and so you giggled.

"I am. I am sitting while providing you moral support. I’m the pretty view that will keep you from going insane over that birdhouse. There is beauty in this world, Nanami-san. There is joy,” you beam as you wrap up your speech.

"We don't have time for this. We need to submit this birdhouse by Monday," he sighs, his frustration evident in the furrow of his brow. "That's only 3 more days."

“Oh, come on. We've got plenty of time," you say, waving off his concerns with a nonchalant flick of your hand.

But he's not easily swayed. "Plenty of time? We haven't even finished painting it, let alone adding the final touches. And we still need to figure out how to stabilise the roof so it doesn't collapse under the weight of the two birds."

You lean back on your hands, letting out a dramatic weary sigh. "Fine, Nanami-kun. If you're so worried, I'll try and help. But you have to promise me one thing."

He raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "What?"

"That you'll stop stressing out so much. It's just a birdhouse, not a spaceship," you tease, hoping to lighten the mood. "Oh, and that you'll buy me Mochi when we're done with an A+."

"I owe you nothing," he says, his arms crossed in defiance.

"Then I fear," you fake a frown. "I fear my legs just can't seem to reach the ground. You shall have to carry on without me." A tilt of your head, a pout on your lips. God, you're so annoying.

"I'll get you your Mochi," he concedes with a resigned shake of his head. "But only if we manage to finish this on time. And with an exemplary grade might I add."

"A+ and nothing less," you salute him as you hop off the counter. His eyes catch a glimpse of your skirt riding up before his eyes look away and move to the unfinished birdhouse.

---

Your heavy eyes threatened to lull, but you fought against it, you've slept for far too long. And it doesn't help that Nanami's hands are moving in soothing patterns against your back. Up and down, and a circle. Up and down, and a circle.

Your gaze strains to lift up, avoiding any movement that might disturb his lying form. He's already awake, so there's no fear of rousing him awake with your movement. No, your concern lies elsewhere — You're worried about moving, and having to start the day, and having to leave his arms. This is far too comfortable a moment to leave.

Your eyes drift across the room and settle on the red cage in the corner of the room. The cage seems to look a lot more lonelier in the dull light of this cold morning.

“I think he’s sad,” you murmur.

Your gaze remains fixed on the bird inside the cage. The love bird, now singular, was formerly a pair as they usually come. It's a horrible fate, you can't help but think.

“Obviously," came his terse reply.

You don't say anything, letting the silence join you both, you moved your hands on his chest. You repeat the familiar pattern. Up and down, and a circle. Up and down, and a circle.

“Do you think that’ll happen to you if I leave,” you ask, moments later.

“You’re not leaving," he says, quickly.

"No," you countered softly yet insistently. "No, of course not. I only meant if—"

"No," he cut in, his voice firm and resolute. Though his demeanor remained calm— as it often did— you felt his hand tighten around your waist.

You decided not to press further then.

"I think we need to pay more attention to it than usual," you suggested, redirecting the conversation to the love bird. "Else it'll die."

"Maybe that's better," he mused.

"Don't be silly," you chide gently. "He'll be alright. It's only been a week."

A week later, the love bird passed away, succumbing to a broken heart, as the veterinarian confirmed.

Three years have passed since, and you find yourself thinking back to that morning. He's the one who's gone now, his body finding the same soil as the two love birds.

You suppose you're the one who has to answer now.